Caught in his Game

[Emstar303]

This thread is closed for Se7en_ and I. Based in the Until Dawn videogame. Big spoilers follow. Kidnapping and non-con warning.

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"Damn, damn, damn!" Sam cursed as she scrambled to her feet after falling on the broken stair at the foot of the basement and slamming into the wall. She knew the intruder was right behind her, almost upon her. Her heart lurched in fear and she almost fell again, but managed to rush away, her bath towel miraculously still in place.

When she got to the basement she found a place to hide behind some shelves beside the furnace. She turned off her flashlight and stood silently. She focused on trying to quiet her breathing, but it was hard with all the adrenaline coursing through her body. How had this happened? Where were her friends? She could hardly breathe.

"Sam? Why are you hiding?"

Sam heard the distorted voice and her blood ran cold. He was so close. She could see him through the opening between two shelves.

"Sam? Why prolong the inevitable?"

He was going to turn the corner at any moment and find her. Maybe she could outrun him. She took a deep, shaky breath then sprinted out from her hiding place, straight past him, but the psycho was closer than she'd estimated. She hadn't moved fast enough. He grabbed her around the neck and pulled her back into his body as she tried to run passed, then pressed a gas mask to her face. She stopped breathing and struggled in his arms, then noticed the baseball bat from earlier.

"Baseball? In the snow?" she'd asked her friend when she'd noticed it when they went to turn on the heater for the lodge so she could take her bath with hot water. Her friend Josh was hosting her and a group of friends at his family's beautiful mountain resort home. It was supposed to be a fun trip, but she'd emerged from her bath with her clothes stolen and not a friend in sight, and a psycho chasing her down.

Sam managed to grab the bat just before she needed to breathe and smacked the intruder with as much force as she could muster, then dashed away down a hallway. There was a doorway at the end, but no handle to open it!

Sam pushed against the door with all her might then slammed her body against it repeatedly. She could hear the psycho's slow and steady footfalls in the distance. He was coming for her, but he was in no hurry. He was confident he would catch her. "Ugh!!" Sam grunted in exertion, but at last, the door gave way. She burst inside and locked it behind her. There was a small opening at the top of the window that she frantically reached up to close as the psycho reached in and tried to unlock the door. She managed to slam the window's door shut over his fingers. She hoped it had hurt. "Get out!!!" She screamed. She moved forward into the darkroom carefully and found another door, but it too was stuck. Sam burst through.

But the floor behind the door had crumbled and she fell straight down to the level below! Sam landed painfully on the hard basement floor. Panting, filled with fear, she began running through another hallway, looked behind her, turned a bend, and then ran straight into the psycho. He grabbed her, shoved the gas mask onto her face again, and held her firmly in his arms. This time, Sam could not escape. She screamed and the gas got into her lungs. He pushed her to the floor as everything went black.

***

When Sam awoke, some unknown time later, she was tied to a chair in a small room. It was dilapidated like the rest of the subterranean levels of this mountain lodge. She blinked into the darkness, her head ached, her knees were all scratched up. She was still wearing her bath towel. It was bound firmly around her midsection, covering her breasts and thighs. Sam struggled in the chair. Both her arms and legs were bound.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" She shouted into the dark room, her volume rising louder with each fuck. "Where the fuck are you, you goddamn psychopath? When I get out of here, I swear I'm going to rip your balls off!!" she screeched into the darkness. She wanted him to show his ugly face, his real face, not the grotesque skeletal clown mask he wore. She hated the overwhelming silence of this darkness that filled her with fear and dread when she wasn't screaming into it. She was terrified. Was he going to kill her? Wouldn't he have done so already? Was he going to have fun with her first? Sam's breathing came faster as she panicked. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.

 

[Se7en_]

The Psycho had gotten impatient with the chase, it had taken significantly longer than he had initially intended. His target; Sam, was significantly faster and resourceful than he had expected. She was supposed to be terrified, not to mention being barefoot and wrapped in a bath towel. He should have known better, despite her small size, she was an athlete with a tight toned body and way more strength and agility than one might expect, he should have known that.

He sighed as he looked down at his captive, finally having caught her and pushed the sleeping gas in her face and she fell unconscious. "Nice going idiot! Even scared, barefoot and wrapped in a towel, she almost escaped you, great job!" He grumbled, scolding himself "Do better next time". He said to himself, voice distorted by the psycho mask he had on.

He looked down at Sam and prepared to lift her up, her body was now a mess, her feet a little scratched up and dirty, her towel almost a light brown color from all the dust she had gathered slamming into walls and doors and falling down. Her knee was bleeding a little from falling and scrapping against the rough wooden floor. Her hair was still up, but it was also messy and had gathered a lot of dust. There was no real injury thankfully. He was at least glad of that. This had gotten a little out of hand, he thought as his 6 foot 175 pound frame reached down and his arms scooped the 5' 2" and about 100 pound girl into his arms. The motion pulled a little on the towel loosening and letting her breasts slip out.

The sight of her breasts made him freeze, this was an old friend of his, and this was supposed to be just a stupid prank, but the sight of those luscious mounds and delicious looking nipples combined with the thrill of the chase, her vulnerable state, and his unstable mind made him think about going a different direction with his plan.

He carried her the small distance to a room and sat her down on an old wheeled wooden chair, the wheels somehow worked and it would roll, albeit with some difficulty. As soon as he sat her down, he adjusted her towel, again hiding her breasts, deciding to afford her the same modesty when she wakes up as she did before falling unconscious. He then moved behind her and pulled her slim wrists back and then held them together behind her trapping her arms behind the chair. He pulled a thin leather strap from his pocked and prepared to tie it around her wrist.

This was the turning point, the prank was that he would tie the straps around her wrists and ankles a little loosely so she would be able to wriggle out of them with a little time effort. If he does that, then the prank can continue and nothing else happens, he would not see those beautiful breasts again. If he ties it tightly, she can't escape on her own and things may take a different turn.

He stood up and paced a little bit, unsure of what to do, the choice weighing on him. Eventually, the devious side of him won and he decided it will be worth it, and he secured her hands behind the chair tightly, squirming free will not be an option. Standing up was also not an option as her arms were trapped within the two openings at the back of the chair.

He repeated with her feet, a light leather strap surrounded her slender ankles tightly. He stroked her cheek gently, and then left the room locking it behind him on the off chance a miracle happens and she can escape or someone else stumbles on the room.

*******

About an hour later, he heard thrashing and screaming coming from the room, she had woken up, he walked to the door and listened intently trying to make up what she was saying and he heard "goddamn psychopath? When I get out of here, I swear I'm going to rip your balls off!!"

His eyebrows raised a little, he had never heard Sam talk like that, she was a nice sweet girl, so this was highly unexpected. He then unlocked the door and walked in, mask on. "Looking for me Samantha?" His voice deep and cruel, distorted by the mask making sure she can't tell its her friend Josh "I'm right here, if you would like to rip my balls off." He said sarcastically as he walked to her and grabbed her by the neck and walked behind her pulling the chair into him "I was going to be nice to you, but if this is what you want to do to me, you can't blame me for being extra careful with you. I will tighten your restraints now" He said as he pulled another leather strap and wrapped it around her neck and the back of the chair, pinning her to the seat.

He then looked down at her feet, toes barely touching the ground, but she could probably push enough with her toes and move the chair, and he did not want that to be an option, so he took her feet in his hand and bent her legs back as far up as they can go and then wrapped another strap around her ankles and the post supporting the chair and connecting the wheeled base with the seat, forcing her legs to stay up and removing any leverage she had to moving the chair. Finally, he spread her legs and tied one strap around her leg, right above the knee and to the arm of the chair and then repeated with the opposite leg, spreading her legs wide and forcing the towel to ride up her legs exposing more milky flesh. "Much better Samantha, now you can't make good on that little threat of yours." He said as he leaned forward, his hands moving towards her chest and then changing course and holding her by the cheeks "You're not going anywhere Samantha, not till I allow you to, and you're certainly not tearing anybody's balls off."

 

[Emstar303]

Sam did her best to hide the fear from her expression as the psycho entered. The intruder was still wearing that stupid mask. Sam narrowed her eyes at him. She was furious. This was the man who murdered Josh, and god knows what happened to the rest of her friends! She'd only been in the bath what, a half-hour? Surely he couldn't have gotten to all of them in that time! Especially since Matt and Jess had left for a private cabin and Matt and Em had gone back to the lift to look for Emily's missing bag. God, she hoped Chris and Ash were all right. And Josh... fuck she'd seen that video of him being sawed in half before the psycho chased her. What the hell had that Saw inspired scenario been about? Who was this psychopath?

"Who are you? Why are you doing this? What have you done to my friends?!" Sam shouted her questions at the psycho. She hated even looking at his face as his mask was so unsettling, and his voice was even worse. She looked at him anyway though, eyes narrowed, fighting her fear. She squirmed in her restraints as he approached.

The psycho grabbed her neck and yanked her backward against the chair.

"I was going to be nice to you, but if this is what you want to do to me, you can't blame me for being extra careful with you. I will tighten your restraints now."

"You killed, Josh!" she screamed. "Of course I'm not going to cooperate!" Tears were pricking the corner of her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Sam was strong. She'd always been a rock for the Washington family and the level headed and kind-hearted one of the group.

The killer took a leather strap and tied it around her neck, securing her head to the back of the chair. He did the same to her legs, pushing them back and up and securing her ankles to the chair's legs. He put leather straps around her knees and tied the other ends to the chair arms, forcing her legs open. Her towel slipped slightly and rode up her thighs, barely covering her at this point. Sam felt a wave of panic at being so vulnerable. Shit, shit why had she let her anger get the best of her? Now there was no chance of wiggling her way out of here.

"Much better Samantha, now you can't make good on that little threat of yours," the psycho said. He leaned forward and to her horror his hands started to move towards her breasts, only to change direction and grasp her by the cheeks at the last moment. Her breath came faster. "You're not going anywhere Samantha, not till I allow you to, and you're certainly not tearing anybody's balls off," he threatened.

"What have you done with my friends?" she repeated her earlier question, spitting out the words like venom. Her voice wavered a little with fear. Her nails dug into her palms and she shook her wrists, scraping her skin against her bonds.

 

[Se7en_]

He held her cheeks in his rough hands almost gently, stroking and caressing her skin and he shook his head at her and spoke in his deep voice having ignored her previous questions and comment about killing Josh. Deep inside, he had to admit, he was at least glad she was upset to see him dead, "Someone cares about you Josh" He thought to himself and then shook his head "No, she did not save my sisters and let them die that night, she doesn't fucking care" His thought continued and the argument of her not caring won over and decided she deserves no mercy.

She would find out at some point that he was far from dead, just staged his fake death, he then finally responded to one of her questions, "Oh Samantha, you don't have time to worry about your little friends, you're the one in trouble now and no one will come to help you." He said menacingly and walked behind her.

He put his foot on the base of the chair pinning it in place so it wouldn't roll and he pulled down on the back of the chair with one hand. The chair being of the office chair variety, it could pivot and lean back. So he pulled down and leaned her back and his free hand landed on her bare shoulder and then started to slide down to her chest and under the towel, his hand cupped the under side of her breast and pulled up releasing her breast from the confinement of the towel, the motion sliding the towel down a little and making her other breast pop out of the towel too which then slid all the way down her stomach and pooled over her legs.

He watched the show in amusement as she was bared before him, mesmerized by her beauty and then he started, "Running from a Psycho was never going to end well little Sam, certainly not when wrapped in a bath towel." He said as his hand began kneading and squeezing her breast, molding the tender flesh between his fingers.

His hand then slid across her chest and captured the other breast in hand, his touch was now more rough and he was painfully squeezing her sensitive flesh, not in the way such a delicate mound was meant to be handled. He spent a few moments doing that while his grip tightened and less and less of her flesh was between his fingers. Eventually his thumb and index fingers locked around her pert nipple "I imagine this next part will hurt Sam." He announced menacingly as his strong fingers squeezed and twisted the sensitive nub. He watched for her reaction and then let her go disappointed.

The position was just not ideal to playing with her breasts, he could only use one hand if he wanted to play with her while also having a nice bird's eye view of her breasts. He could go to the front, but he would have to be kneeling in front of her, and it wouldn't be comfortable or sexy to do it that way.

This was not a problem, he could just move her somewhere else and tie her in a more accessible way and also a more comfortable position for her. He was not planning to let her go anytime soon, and so she needed to get comfy, but before that, he was curious about something else.

He walked back in front of her, and pushed the chair all the way back to the wall, trapping it between his body and the wall so it can't roll back when he does the next thing on his mind. He got down on one knee in front of her and his hands held on to her knees, one badly bruised and scratched. "We'll need to clean this wound and bandage it Samantha". He announced showing an uncharacteristic care for someone she thought had killed her friend.

His hands then traveled from her knee up the insides of her thighs, reveling in the feel of the silky smooth flesh, but his hands also went over dust and dirt and this took killed the mood, so he did not advance too much over her skin, a little disappointed at not having reached his destination. "We'll need to clean you up next, your perfect skin is meant to enjoyed without all this dust." He announced and looked down at her perfect breasts heaving on her chest, thinking about his next move.

 

[Emstar303]

"Oh Samantha, you don't have time to worry about your little friends, you're the one in trouble now and no one will come to help you."

A cold fear spread through her body as his words sunk in. Surely someone would come for her. Someone would... just like they had come for Hannah and Beth... and gave up when they couldn't find them... Sam took several deep breaths, trying to calm down. Her friends would come for her, they had to.

Sam tried to turn her head out of the Psycho's grasp, but he held her cheeks firmly but tenderly, staring at her intently. She couldn't see his eyes clearly through the mask he wore, but she could see some of his pupils, and they were boring into hers threateningly.

Her captor placed his foot on the bottom of her chair then leaned her back, reached down, and slid his hand under her towel. He cupped her breast and lifted it, causing the towel to fall down her torso so only her lower half was covered, barely. Her breasts were on full display for him. A deeper fear than ever before struck her as he started kneading her breast. She was completely at his mercy.

"Running from a Psycho was never going to end well little Sam, certainly not when wrapped in a bath towel," he mused. His hand kept digging into her breast, squeezing painfully.

"You stole my clothes!" she protested, shivering from cold and revulsion at his touch. "Let go of me!"

He did the opposite. His hand moved to her other breast and he gripped her supple flesh tight. He was squeezing her tit-flesh hard, too hard. A whisper of a mewl escaped her tightly gritted teeth.

"I imagine this next part will hurt Sam."

He twisted her nipple painfully, back and forth, roughly. She almost cried out in pain but managed to stop herself. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

Finally, he released her breast and walked back in front of her. He pushed her chair against a wall and got on one knee in front of her, examining her wound.

"We'll need to clean this wound and bandage it Samantha," he said.

Sam had whiplash at how fast he'd gone from painfully twisting her nipples to insisting he clean and bandage her wound. His touch was tender again as his hands slid up her legs. He said he was going to clean her up and enjoy her skin. His gaze stared down at her naked torso, taking in the sight of her gently swaying breasts as she breathed heavily with adreline.

"Don't you dare touch me," she said lowly, angrily.

 

[Se7en_]

"Don't dare touch you?" He repeated, "I don't think you have a say in this, I will touch you and there is really nothing you can do about it" He said and to emphasize, he leaned forward and cupped her breasts and started massaging them while he went into deep thought.

He had decided what to do to her, he was going to clean her up in the bathroom and then tie her up in a more revealing, comfortable, vulnerable and accessible position. He had a few ideas in mind on how to accomplish that, but first things first, cleaning up his little princess. To do that, he needed to move her and she clearly was not just going to cooperate and let him untie her, walk her to a shower and volunteer to let him clean her, so he needed to restrain her for transport.

The Pysho was by no-means a bondage expert, in fact, this was his first time restraining someone and it was messy. He knew he needed to do better, the position she was in was serviceable, but not elegant.

He had actually ordered a lot of BDSM equipment just days before his friends had arrived. He had not had bondage as part of his initial plan, but kidnapping Sam as a simple prank made him think maybe he wanted more of her and to keep her as a captive. He struggled with that for months as he planned everything else. Eventually, his dark side triumphed and he decided to buy what he needed so he would have the option, and then he could decide after taking her. He ended up spending thousands of dollars on equipment, most of it sat in boxes at this point, he just needed to unbox and use them. Because of his indecision, he had no plan of how to keep a captive, however he was smart and resourceful enough to put something together, he had keys to all the doors at least, so that was a start.

One group of items that he bought and knew would help in this situation was a group of leather cuffs. He nodded to himself and then leaned forward and pinched both of Sam's nipples harshly "I will be back soon, but before that, we can't have you scream now" He said as he took another leather strap from his pocket, regrettably having to use it on her mouth.

Originally, he didn't mind if one of the friends found Sam and 'saved' her, it would have become part of the prank, which is why there was no gag involved so she could scream and ask for help if she couldn't get free, but now with his plans changed, that was not an option, so he had to gag her, to prevent that from happening. He wanted to gag her properly with a ball gag or O-ring gag, but he didn't have any on him and did not want to risk leaving her ungagged in the meantime, so he pressed the leather to her soft ruby lips and pressed in, his other hand took hold of her chin and roughly pulled down forcing her lips to part and the strap to be pushed in between her teeth, he then wrapped it around her head and secured it. He looked down at her and grinned, not that she could see that, he looked at her mouth, the leather was pulled in tightly and stretching the sides of her mouth in a painful-looking way. It was also quite thick and was tied in tightly so that she would not be able to push it out easily. "This will have to do" He decided and left her in the room. He looked at her before closing the door "Don't you go anywhere cute little captive, I will be back shortly!"

He walked out and basically ran to where he stored the bondage equipment, he was clearly unprepared for this, but he would prepare this secluded and inaccessible floor to be her dungeon, he just needed some time to make adjustments as he was quite handy.

Reaching the room he wanted, he grabbed a box, one of the few he had opened and looked inside, finding everything he needed, he then reached into another box to take a small red ball gag as well as a thick black blindfold.

He took the items he needed and rushed back to her room. Once inside, he immediately started by removing the leather gag, he did not want to damage those beautiful lips. The makeshift leather gag was quickly replaced with a thick rubber ball gag, one that is more restrictive on sound, but also remarkably more comfortable. He again held her chin to squeeze her cheek and pulled down to part her lips as his other hand forced the gag in.

"Alright, little girl, time to take you to the shower to clean you up, so I am going to need to restrain you for transport." He announced as it that was a normal event to tie someone up to take them to a shower. He first released the strap around her neck and pulled a soft red leather collar from the box, he wrapped it around her neck and secured it in place, the collar was heavily padded and was not too tight or uncomfortable. It had four metal rings protruding from it, one in the front, one in the back and one on the right and one on the left. Each of the 10 cuffs and one belt from the matching set had those four rings on them.

He then reached into the box and took a pair of red cuffs, those meant for her elbows, he spun the chair and her back was now facing him, he locked the cuffs around her upper arms, right above her elbows, they were also heavily padded, but also tight and quite strong. He then pulled her arms slowly to let her adjust to the tight position together uncomfortably and then locked the two rings on the inside together. Each of the rings had a latch to open, allowing it to take another ring in and then lock around it. Her arms were bound together tightly, the rings allowing approximately 2 inches between her arms, so they were not pressed completely together.

After that, he turned his attention to her feet and he released them from the chain holding them against the pole support of the chair, but left the strap around her ankles, he pulled her feet all the way up and wrapped his arm around her calves pinning them in place and then took the strap off of her ankles, he then quickly wrapped her slender ankles with the same type of cuffs and locked the ankles together using the inside rings. Her legs were still spread as her knees were strapped to the arms of the chair.

He then stood up to look at her, the red leather contrasting nicely against her milky flesh and he gulped at how enticing she looked, and he wanted to play with her some more and to tease her and explore her body, but then he shook his head, not the time to lust right now, needed to finish the restraints. Deep in thought, he took a long hard look at her to decide the safest way to do it to not allow her to struggle so he wouldn't need to overpower her, he wanted the cuffs to restrain her not his arms to avoid hurting her.

 

[Emstar303]

There was something seriously wrong with this guy, and not even in just the obvious he's a psycho killer kind of way. The way he would pause at intervals, his mind seemingly adrift. It really creeped her out. He massaged her breasts now, no longer squeezing them painfully, as he seemed to contemplate his next move, lost in his own mind.

The silence gave her time to think as well. But with that silence crept in guilt. Why had she been so selfish and decided to take a bath when she was supposed to be hanging out with her friends? If she had been she might've had a chance to save them from wherever the psycho had taken them or whatever he'd done to them.

And Josh... she couldn't stand to think about him. That video the psycho had showed her in the lodge's movie room... whenever she closed her eyes she saw his gruesome murder. The saw going through his midsection, cutting him in half. The horrible image turned her stomach.

She suspected this psycho who killed Josh was the same one who'd killed Hannah and Beth last year. He clearly had a grudge against the whole Washington family. Not only had she lost two of her best friends last year, but now she'd lost their brother, her friend, Josh as well. She wished she'd been nicer to him earlier and hadn't teased him so much. She'd been trying to treat him as normal, because she knew that was what he wanted. The few times she'd seen him since the death of his sisters, he always insisted she don't treat him any differently, stop giving him that sorrowful look. But now Sam wished she'd pressed more, wished she'd gotten him to open up to her and stop pretending he was all right. Now she'd never get the chance to help him. He was dead. Murdered at the hands of this psychopath!

The psycho evidently had enough of massaging her breasts while he zoned out, and he pinched her nipples roughly, said he'd have to restrain her further. He took a leather strap from his pocket. Sam turned her head violently from side to side, trying to avoid him. She even tried to chomp at his fingers, but in the end he managed to secure the leather over her mouth and between her teeth. He secured it so tightly it stretched her lips painfully.

"Don't you go anywhere cute little captive, I will be back shortly!" He taunted her before he left.

While he was gone Sam struggled with all her might to escape. She'd always done sports growing up and was an athlete with a strong, toned body. She had to believe she was strong enough to free herself of this before he came back! Sam pulled against her restraints so hard she got angry red marks on her skin, but in the end, she couldn't escape and the psycho returned with some BDSM gear. He grabbed her face, forced her mouth open.

"No no no n-mmm!!" she screamed as he removed the leather strap, but replaced it with a ball gag so fast she couldn't even bite him. She was feral and terrified, biting down so hard on the ball in her mouth, wishing it were the psycho's fingers.

"Alright, little girl, time to take you to the shower to clean you up, so I am going to need to restrain you for transport."

The psycho removed another BDSM accessory from his box. A collar to replace the strap of leather securing her neck to the chair. Sam screamed into her gag. She was unfamiliar with all of this shit, and she was scared of what he was going to do to her. Keep her as his pet? His little plaything?

He strapped her arms together behind her back with red cuffs then carefully cuffed her ankles together as well, only releasing the previous leather restraint once he'd secured the new one. Sam tied to kick him, but it was useless. She was bound tightly.

When he was done he stood back and stared at her.

What a sicko! Just staring at me like this! Sam thought as she stared into the black eyes of the psycho's mask. All she could do was glare back at him, the anger in her eyes powerful enough to hide her terror.

 

[Se7en_]

He was amazed at her strength when she fought the gags going in, he knew she was a strong young woman, literally and physically, but also emotionally and psychologically, probably the strongest in their group of friends, it was not going to be easy to break and train her, but that's part of the fun, he imagined.

With her neck, upper arms and ankles in cuffs, he moved his attention to the towel, he pulled it off of her body, exposing her sex for the first time. He looked at her nether lips, spread and visible to him. He reached in and ran a finger along her slit, slowly teasing her "You are so beautiful and sexy Samantha, I will enjoy breaking you and making you my slave". He had not shown his intentions towards her that clearly until that point, seeing her sex did the trick and now he was commited, he will make her his, break and train her and she will be his plaything.

He took a long hard look at her body, noticing some new welts on her legs and ankles, he figured she must have struggled hard when he was gone, and that made him unhappy. Not the struggling, but the markings. This is why those new leather cuffs are important, even if she struggles in them, they're heavily padded and won't chafe at her delicate skin.

Having decided what to do next, he pulled a leather belt from the box, made from the same material of padded leather with the rings on 4 sides. He wrapped the leather around her waist and locked it in. With the belt in place, he moved his attention to her wrists and he freed them from the leather straps, however with her arms bound behind her at the elbows, her hands did not have much of a room to move, he easily took hold of each wrist separately, starting with her right one, he wrapped it in leather and then locked one of its rings to the one on the side of her waist. He then repeated with her left hand. Her hands were now secured to her waist.

With her hands and feet secured, he then released the straps on her knees and grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her to her feet and finished the final touches of her bondage, two cuffs around the top of her thighs and two more right above her knees, the pair on her thighs were pulled and locked together and so were the ones above her knees, her legs now bonded together at three contact points on her ankles, knees and upper thighs. With her body secured very well, he decided to afford her the small mercy of releasing her elbows, that point of connection was no longer necessary to control her.

Her body was now secure and he had complete control over her. The combination of the 10 cuffs, as well as the collar and belt and the 4 rings on each of them for a total of 48 rings afforded endless possibilities to restrain her in different positions with minimal effort. He did not know how many different positions he could put her in just with those cuffs and rings yet, but he could already imagine quite a few. Not to mention, the addition of some chains or outside rings and connection points could create a whole range of bondage positions, his mind was reeling with the possibilities and now had a newfound passion to create as many positions to bind her in as possible and was on a mission to make that happen. Looking over her body, he saw her legs were bound close together. With the exception of the rings on the inside of her upper arms, all the other rings were much smaller, and when connected together gave about half an inch between the cuffs. The ones on her upper arm gave about 2 inches to avoid too much strain on her shoulders when her upper arms were pulled together, all the others created closer and tighter connections.

With her fully restrained, he pulled the final touch and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes, locking her into darkness and robbing her of the ability to see what he was going to do to her. He looked at her hungrily scanning her from head to toe, admiring his work, she had a black blindfold on, a red ball gag, red leather on her neck, wrists, upper arms, waist, upper thigh, lower thigh and ankles. Her hands were bound to her waist, her legs bound together at three points, thighs, knees and ankles. He moved to run his hands on her arms to explore her skin, but quickly stopped, unsatisfied with the feel of dust and dirt on her body.

Satisfied with his work on her restraints though, he then leaned forward, took hold of her slender waist and then lifted her small naked body over his broad shoulders. As soon as she was on his shoulders, one arm wrapped around her thighs securing her in place and his free hand started roaming on her exposed ass and he delivered a few slaps to her pert bottom as he walked out the door carrying her out with him "Time to clean you up Sam." He announced and started walking.

 

[Emstar303]

Sam gasped against her gag when the Psycho pulled her bath towel off her body, at least leaving her sex exposed to him. Her soft, trimmed, light brown pubic hair, her labia, and clitoris. Her pussy was on display for him, spread open for him. She felt a rush of cold. Goosebumps tickled her skin. She felt so violated when he started touching her. Sam's scream of protest when he reached out and slid a finger along her slit were greatly muffled by her gag. His touch was gentle but entirely unwanted. Sam squirmed but could barely move in her restraints.

"You are so beautiful and sexy Samantha, I will enjoy breaking you and making you my slave," he said in that terrifyingly creepy modified voice of his.

She growled lowly at him, eyes narrowed and furious as he traced his dirty finger up and down her slit. She was so revolted. His words frightened her greatly, but she was more furious than anything. She wished she could fight back, she tried to fight back with all her might but it was useless.

He added more restraints. Sam grunted as he secured a padded leather belt around her slender waist. With her arms bound behind her at the elbows, her bare breasts were standing up as if she were presenting them to him. He added new restraints to her wrists and secured them to the restraints at the sides of her hips.

She started hyperventilating against the gag the more restraints he added. They weren't painful, but she hated the loss of control. He cuffed her thighs, her knees, ankles. He was removing all possibility of movement. She squirmed like a helpless worm as he finalized the restraints. She was locked together, completely unable to move. Then he pulled out a blindfold.

"Agghh!" Sam's shriek against the gag was muffled as her captor secured the blindfold around her eyes.

She was a beautiful blonde present, tied up in red leather restraints.

She felt his hands on her arms and shivered. Now she had loss of movement and had no idea what was coming next. This was truly a nightmare.

The Psycho lifted her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. He slapped his hand to her bottom and gave her a few good spanks before they left the room. Sam's teeth bore deep into the gag, not so much due to the pain but due to the humiliation of the action. She'd never been spanked before. She hating feeling so helpless.

Even though she couldn't move her limbs, that didn't mean Sam was going to make this easy for him. She squirmed and twisted in his grasp, trying to break free. She knew realistically she couldn't run in this condition even if she did manage to break free, but she had to buy time because her friends were coming. They were coming. They had to be.

 

[Se7en_]

As he started walking, the Psycho grunted, not because she was heavy, she was in fact very light, he grunted as the pain in his leg returned with the added weight. Her shaking and squirming was certainly not helping either. He remembered when she hit him with all she had with a baseball bat, his own fucking baseball bat! He had been lucky though. For one, her angle and leverage were not good, so she could not hit as hard as she could, and even more lucky for him was that the bat landed midway on the outside of his thigh, a heavily muscular area on the body and one that's not that vulnerable. Had the blow landed just a few inches down, she would have struck the side of his knee potentially tearing some ligaments and incapacitating him. "You got really lucky there asshole" he whispered as his hand reached down to rub his leg before moving back to her ass and delivering three harsh slaps. "I know..... I'll do better next time, I'm sorry....." It should have been only voices in his head, but he actually said the words, albeit in a whisper.

Luckily, the bathroom was not too far, and soon he put her back down. Her soft bare feet landing on the cool tiles of the shower stall. He took her waist and turned her so she was facing the shower head. He adjusted the head so the water would hit her shoulders and chest but not her head. With one hand on her neck to steady her, he turned on the water, it was cold and freezing. He held on to her tight for a minute, letting the freezing water wash over her breasts and slide down her belly to her sex and down her legs.

He then turned off the water, not having cleaned her, but having given her a taste of what the freezing water feels like on her body. With it being winter and it was snowing outside, the natural temperature of the water was very low, almost freezing.

He tightened his grip on the back of her neck, and his hand once again took her breast in his hand and started fondling her as he explained "You have a choice to make now Sam, if you promise to behave and let me wash you in peace without moving, I will use warm water and a soft loofah, if you move at all or resist, I will restrain you to the shower and leave you under the cold water for 15 minutes, no loofah or soap either." He explained as he continued to fondle her breasts, he was really enjoying the level of control he had over her and his ability to touch her how he saw fit. He then continued "Nod once if you intend to be a good girl and behave, and you'll be rewarded with warm water." He finished, his voice distorted, deep and menacing.

 

[Emstar303]

As the Psycho dragged her off to who knows where Sam noticed his strength seemed to be waning slightly. He was moving a little slower, and he rubbed his leg in pain, right around the area where she'd struck him with the bat. Good, I hope it hurts, you goddamn asshole! she thought.

"You got really lucky there asshole," he said, then spanked her again. Sam grunted in pain and humiliation but didn't allow herself any larger reaction. Even without seeing the expression on his face it was clear he was enjoying this, and she didn't want to add to that enjoyment by reacting. Inside she was seething, raging, crying at being reduced to this, at losing any control.

"I know..... I'll do better next time, I'm sorry....."

Was he talking to himself? At first, she thought he'd been talking to her, but obviously, she couldn't respond and that sounded like a response to his own question... Great, he was insane too! An insane murderer was going to rape her and do who knows what else.

After a short walk through the underground hotel, he placed her down on some cool tile. He turned her around and held her in place with one hand on her neck. She heard a handle turn and then a barrage of ice-cold water hit. Sam screamed against her gag but then grit her teeth to silence herself. She bit her gag so hard she was sure she would pop the ball. It was freezing! The water rained down on her body for a minute as she shivered, helpless in his grasp. Sam felt so angry and small, helpless. His grip on her neck was too tight to move. When she tried he would squeeze it tighter until she stopped squirming again. The water hit her skin like bullets. It was so cold.

At last, he turned off the water. The Psycho gripped her neck tighter and grasped her breast. Her nipples were icy peaks atop her luscious breasts. He gave her a choice: behave and get treated to warm water, or continue to resist and he'd leave her tied to the shower for 15 minutes. Though the idea of being tied inside the freezing water was miserable, the idea of him running his hands all over her body as he cleaned her was worse. She wouldn't, she couldn't, give in. Sam shook her head furiously from side to side, refusing his offer. She couldn't stop shivering as water droplets still clung to her body as if clinging to it for warmth.

 

[Se7en_]

He raised his eyebrows surprised that she picked that option and without a word, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up roughly, forcing her to stand on tip toes, he then attached a chain dangling from the ceiling to the front of her collar, forcing her to stay put while facing the shower head. The rest of her body was still completely restrained and he did not need to add any restraints there.

With that done, he turned on the freezing water again aimed at her chest "I will see you in seven and a half minutes where I will turn you, so your back is subjected to the same treatment".

Letting her go, he prepared to leave, but a voice inside him urged him to stay and watch, he accepted and he then opened the door to the bathroom and shut it, making it seem as if he left. With her blindfolded, she wouldn't be able to tell, and he was completely silent, and the sound of the water masked his heavy breathing. He took off his mask and Josh's face appeared and he watched his captive intently, enjoying her minor squirms against the cold water and the torture he was inflicting upon her sensitive body. He was also feeling guilty and his expression changed from one of lust and malice to one of sympathy and guilt. He wanted to run to her and soothe her and warm her up, but the other voice silenced that desire and he decided against it. He just sat there almost as miserable as she was.

7 minutes later, he again opened the door and pretended to walk in. In silence, he took hold of her hips and turned her in the shower, her back and ass now receiving the freezing water treatment. And again, he pretended to leave, shutting the door, but stayed there to watch her suffering.

When the fifteen minutes were done, he put the mask back on, opened the door and walked in. He shut off the water flow and then ran his hands over her freezing chest, nipples erect and very sensitive. "Now we clean you up Sam." He announced "You made a terrible choice little girl, I said I was going to clean you, but you did not accept my attention, so you were punished with cold water. Maybe next time, you accept me and I take it easier on you and you avoid unnecessary pain, suffering and humiliation." He announced, letting her know that her suffering under the freezing water was unnecessary and could have been avoided as he was going to wash her either way, he was starting the slow process of drilling into her that obedience is the way to go. He knew it will be a slow process with a strong willed captive like Sam, and he was starting it now.

He picked up a loofah, added a generous amount of soap, then turned on the warm water and let it wash over her slick body, he allowed the water to run for a minute before he reached with the loofah and started rubbing her breasts, in no way were they dirty as they were covered with the towel throughout the chase and she had just stepped out of the tub before that, he was washing her breasts because he wanted it, because he can. In silence, he lathered her breasts, taking way more time than is needed, he then put the loofah down and used his hands to massage her breasts, kneading the fleshy mounds and letting the soap wash off and down her restrained body.

 

[Emstar303]

Sam grunted into her gag when the Psycho gripped her hair and forced her towards a chain hanging from the ceiling. He secured her to it by her collar. The chain was taut so she couldn't move. She was in perfect range of the showerhead. She braced herself for the cold. Sam bit the gag hard to keep from screaming as the freezing cold water poured down upon her once again. She heard the door close and assumed the psycho had left. She breathed deeply throughout the onslaught of water. The cold stream assaulted her breasts and ran down her stomach, down her legs. It was so, so cold. Her nipples were icicles, harder than they’d ever been. She bit the gag tightly to keep from whimpering. It was so cold and painful. Her body shook, causing her breasts to jiggle just slightly, her nipples stayed rock hard. She hoped the psycho had really left her alone and wasn’t watching her. She felt so vulnerable and helpless tied up like this with the water assaulting her young, supple body… but it was better than him assaulting her body. Despite her misery, Sam barely made a peep as the ice cold water rained down upon her.

She breathed deeply throughout the seven minutes, trying to imagine she was somewhere else. She couldn’t stop shaking. Finally, what seemed like hours of pain later, the Psycho returned and turned her around so her back faced the water. She wished she could move her arms across her breasts to warm them up, but her restraints prevented her from doing so. At least her breasts were out of the cold stream of water now. Still, her nipples didn’t soften. The water fell upon her back now, and she was starting to get numb to it. She gritted her teeth and only squirmed slightly as the water beat down upon her back and ass.

At last, the Psycho returned and turned off the water. He ran his hand over her freezing, numb nipples and told her it was time to clean her up. Sam could barely feel his fingers on her erect nipples because of how cold she was. She was so angry but powerless. She couldn't stand feeling this way

When he started washing her breasts with the loofa, Sam squirmed. She'd been naive to think this wasn't inevitable, but she'd tried to prolong the inevitable. She didn't want him touching her. She’d hoped stalling his assault would give someone enough time to find her, but no one came. She was alone and freezing, destined to be violated.

She was not the type to cry, but she was raging inside. Her hands clenched in her restraints. She felt sick at being violated like this. She must really be an idiot. She hoped freezing her ass off would be worth it, that she would be rescued before he did the unthinkable…

As the water warmed and he continued massaging her breasts, she couldn’t help it, she moaned into her gag. It was such a relief to be warm, but she hated herself for making such a weak sound. She bit into the gag to keep herself from audibly appreciating the warmth any further. She felt so helpless, so weak. She could hardly stand it. She was constantly on the brink of tears, but too proud to shed them.

The psycho kept washing her breasts as Sam stood silently, refusing to acknowledge his advice to give in. She would enjoy the hot water while she had it, but there was no way she was going to give in to him! She couldn’t stand the thought of obeying him willingly, even if it was to save her pain and suffering.

Although his hands were warm and the water felt amazing on her skin, just having him touching her, even with the looofah, had her skin crawling. She was revolted by his touch.

 

[Se7en_]

The Psycho caught the small moan Sam let escape her lips and he grinned, she was really fighting hard to not allow herself to enjoy his attention, and that was ok, the chase and the hunt and now the breaking of his prey is all part of the fun, he did not want it to be too easy.

He moved on from her breasts, regretfully as he was deeply enjoying her supple and wet flesh. But he decided to move on, can't keep her in the shower forever, he had other plans and needs. He knew her breasts were not going anywhere and he'll enjoy them as much as he wants later. Grabbing the loofah again he lathers her shoulders and her arms gently and slowly, while she had cuffs on, they were not tight enough to not allow water under them. They were also leather so the water did not soak or damage them in anyway, they were essentially water proof. He spent some time rubbing at and cleaning the dirt and dust that had stuck to her sweaty arms.

He also lathered her tight toned stomach and let the water wash off the soap on her arms and stomach, his hands joining to to rub and knead the tender flesh. He then turned her around and focused on her back, lathering and rubbing. Quickly, his attention was attracted by her pert exposed bottom and he focused there, lathering slowly followed by his hands squeezing and kneading her flesh. His mind then decided on something different and his finger snuck between her ass cheeks lightly poking at her rosebud teasing her that even there was not safe from him, but he did not push in, he did not want that much of a shock to his captive yet. Then his finger traveled the short distance down and around and found her nether lips. His long thick middle finger expertly teased her folds, the warm water acting as a decent natural lubricant as his finger slowly and gently slid across her slit. He was very careful and very controlled in the movement, not wanting to arouse her too much and push her to an orgasm.

He then stopped and changed course "A slave does not cum without permission and not without earning it, and you certainly did not earn it and do not have permission" He announced as his hand moved from between her legs.

He reached down and started rubbing her legs. He stopped at her right knee and examined it gently holding her and looking at the scrape. The blood had washed off leaving a small scrape. He patted her leg and turned off the water "Its just a small scrape on your knee, I don't think it needs a band-aid, but I'll put one anyway." He said and he got up to the small first aid kit behind the mirror above the sink. While he had not prepared this place for a captive, he had added a few touches before they arrived, the chain in the shower and the first aid kit as well as some other small things were there, but no where near enough to what he wanted. He was going to turn this floor into a large dungeon with time, he had the equipment and know how and just needed to do it.

He took some ointment and held on to her leg tightly so she can't squirm, and applied to her scrape gently spreading it with his finger and then he covered it with a large wide band-aid. He then turned his attention to her left knee, this one had a significantly smaller scrape, he also examined in and then applied the ointment, but no band-aid was required.

With that done, he reached up and released her collar from the chain and then helped her to sit down on her bottom, he pulled her feet up and gave them a quick lathering as they had gotten quite dirty from running barefoot in the old lodge. He did not care too much if she was too sensitive there and that this motion would tickle her feet or not, his aim was to clean her and if she suffered through some tickling as well, then that's just a bonus.

Now thoroughly cleaned, he reached down and scooped his small beautiful captive in his arms and held her steady as he cradled her and walked her out of the bathroom, he made sure to hold on tight so she could not squirm too much causing him to drop her or hit her head or feet on the door frame. He carried her out and back into the main area in this subterranean level of the lodge.

 

[Emstar303]

The psycho washed her skin almost tenderly. It was almost worse than him being rough with her. Why was he being so gentle? Like he cared about her... She didn’t like him treating her like a doll. She refused to be his plaything. She just couldn’t stand the thought! At last, he moved on from her breasts and tended to her erect nipples. He washed her skin thoroughly, scrubbing the dust from her arms and stomach. Then he turned her around to clean her back.

Sam's soft blonde hair had fallen out of its messy bun, and now her long blonde tresses cascade down her back, mixing with the soap. Her washed her throughout, and the hot water was such a relief after the freezing shower, but she refused to let him know how much she enjoyed it openly.

After washing her back the Psycho grabbed her muscular asscheeks, cleaning them as well. Sam grimaced and squirmed in her binds. His touch was positively vile. Then he moved his finger inward and she felt him brush against her asshole.

“Mmphnn!!” Sam cried against her gag. No, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t! Sam twisted violently, desperately trying to escape the Psycho’s hold. No, no, no! This psychopath was going to desecrate her, ruin her, humiliate her and degrade her until there was nothing left! No, she couldn’t let that happen, she wouldn’t. Sam bit into the gag harder than ever before as the Psycho teased her asshole. She was so terrified he was going to enter her. She wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to because she was so tense.

In the end, he kept moving his hand forward, bypassing her asshole, and instead teased her womanly folds, slick from the warm water. Sam was so relieved, but still just as sickened by his touch as he slid his finger along her labia, slick from the warm water.

“A slave does not cum without permission and not without earning it, and you certainly did not earn it and do not have permission,” the Psycho taunted.

I would never cum from your hand! She screamed into her gag, but of course, it was inaudible to her captor.

At last, he removed her hand from her sensitive spots and tended to the scraps on her knees tenderly, almost like a caring friend. She felt so violated, and so confused. He applied ointment to her knees and bandaged one of them, then he sat her down in the shower so he could wash her feet. Sam felt so mortified. She couldn’t stand not being in control of her own body. She grumbled into her gag but that grumble turned into an uncontrollable laugh as he started cleaning her feet. Sam was very ticklish and the Psycho's hands massaging her feet were driving her crazy. She couldn’t help but laugh against her gag. She couldn’t stand this! She had no control over her body, and now she couldn’t control her laughter either as he scrubbed her feet, tickling her greatly. This was almost worst than being touched on her vulva because she couldn't control her response, the laughter bubbled against her gag viciously.

Finally, he stopped mercilessly tickling her and deemed her clean. He took her in his arms. Again she squirmed in his grasp, but it was harder this time because he seemed to have a better grip on her.

Sam was so terrified of what was to come. She was sure he was going to rape her. She couldn't stand the thought of being raped, especially by a stranger in a psycho mask. She tried to squirm, but could hardly move.

 

[Se7en_]

He carried her small body in his arms, still tied very tightly, gagged and blindfolded, he carried her out through the door and started walking. "Where you going moron?" She heard his voice ominous through the mask. "You do realize people usually use towels and dry themselves after a shower..... Pathetic, I am taking over." The voice became hoarse and like a hiss and Josh said "I'm sorry, I'll do better", still distorted by the mask, but clearly lower and a different tone.

His grip tightened on her small body and he led her back into the bathroom, put her down and roughly and quickly dried her. This stood as a stark contrast to the care and bandaging or the lathering she just received which would have been nice if it was a lover doing that to her. He then lifted her in his arms once again. He loved the control he had over her, she could not even walk and had to be carried everywhere, equally good was that he knew she must surely hate this.

He carried her out of the bathroom, step more confident and grip much tighter and secure almost crushing her petite frame to him. It was like a different person was carrying her now. On the short walk to another room, he reflected on the shower, she cried into her gag and her body tensed a lot more than to his other touches when he brushed against her asshole. Even when he moved moments later to her sex, she seemed relieved despite clearly still hating it. He had found a weak spot on her body that she definitely did not want him touching, not to mention the other unexpected weak-spot of her feet to tickling. Two more tools to add to his arsenal of how he can hurt and torment her.

As the entered the room, he carried her to a large queen sized bed. It was one of the leftovers from the old lodge, he had to dust it and put new sheets and pillows days before they came. It was clean and ready to use.

As they got to the bed, he threw her on it and then immediately climbed on top of her crushing her body under his weight. Without saying a word, he released her wrists from her waist and roughly pulled them up high above her head. To give himself more leverage and increase her sense of helplessness and vulnerability, he moved up over her head and sat on her arms. With her completely pinned, he gathered her wrists once more and pulled them up and through the ornate metal bedpost, he then secured the two rings on her wrists together trapping her hands behind the bed post, she would not be able to bring them down.

With her arms trapped, he turned around, still sitting on her arms crushing them under his weight, he scooted forward a little and grabbed a handful of her hair and picked her head up resting her head in his lap, the head in his lap a move more characteristic of Josh or the part that had bandaged her up, not the one that seems to have overtaken him now. It looked like at any moment, his character was somewhere between nice, if awkward Josh and Psycho evil Josh, right now, he was heavily tilted toward the Psycho side for the first time since he captured Sam.

The gentle treatment however did not continue as his hands snaked down her chest and took hold of her still erect and highly sensitive nipples and he instantly pinched them harder than any time before and then twisted them painfully. He kept twisting while watching her body language and expression, when it looked like she was in a lot of pain, he stopped and held the pinch at that exact spot, enjoying her pained expression longer. He then let go of her nipples only for an instant and then pinched them again trying to recreate the exact same amount of pressure and twist angle. He wanted this amount of pinch to come to him easily through muscle memory, so he would be able to inflict pain to her nipples very easily in the future.

He then got up and let her head fall on the bed and he straddled her, instantly one hand wrapped around her throat and almost crushed her windpipe as he scooted closer on her chest, only her breasts not under him at that point. He grinned wickedly behind the mask and held on to her throat and pushed down holding her in place and then locked his fingers on her left nipple, already sore from the cold water then the harsh pinching. Without mercy, he started tightening his grip and pulling up very slowly. With her neck held in place and him sitting on her chest, her back could not arch at all to accommodate and he was able to painfully pull her nipple, deforming the shape of her breast. He once again let her expression guide him to when he would stop. Once at a point where her face reflected the torment she was in, he let go of her nipple and her breast went down and jiggled until it resettled back in place, no damage was done of course, just the most amount of pain she had ever felt. He was breathing heavily behind his mask and his voice came back "This is just a warm up to the torture you can expect slave." He threatened and remained on top of her, the threat of more torture to her sensitive nipples still imminent.

 

[Emstar303]

What the hell? He was having another conversation with himself. Sam could hardly believe it. At least as a result of this conversation he returned her to the bathroom to dry her off. He dried her roughly with a towel, not bothering to be gentle. This was nothing compared to when he’d pinched her nipples and touched her private parts, so she didn’t even react, not even in her expression.

Once the Psycho deemed her dry enough he lifted her up and carried her off. This time his grasp was even tighter than before. He held her securely against him, fingers digging into her skin. It was so unsettling not to see where they were headed. She had to rely on this Psycho to get around. She was completely helpless and that was the worst part of all of this.

Soon enough they reached their destination and the Psycho tossed Sam onto a bed. She yelped into her gag when his weight suddenly crashed down upon her. She felt panicked. This was it. He was going to rape her. She screamed against the gag. The Psycho unhooked her hands from her waist and Sam immediately started trying to flail them, but her captor was too strong. He quickly secured her to the bedpost and sat on her arms. His weight was painful and she gritted her teeth, biting into the gag. She yanked her arms against the bedpost, but it was no use. No matter how she struggled there was no escape.

Her captor turned around, still sitting on her arms, his crushing weight bearing down painfully. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head into his lap. She could feel the warmth of his crotch on the back of her head and it made her sick. She squirmed desperately, tried to thrash her head from side to side, but the Psycho held her too securely. She hoped he would try to get her to suck his cock. He’d have to take off the ballgag and she’d wait for the right moment and then bite his dick off!! Sam was feral, fighting for her life, terrified of being violated, at losing what she’d only ever given willingly.

But it was impossible to move as the Psycho took hold of her breasts. Sam bit into her ball gag and squeezed her eyes tight shut behind her blindfold, trying not to make a sound as the Psycho began twisting her nipples painfully. She was blind to his ministrations; she hated not knowing when and where he was going to touch her. He pinched and twisted her nipples harder than ever before! It hurt so much. Sam’s expression contorted in pain, and just when she was sure she’d cry out, he’d stop, wait for her to let her guard down, and then squeeze them painfully all over again.

At last, he released her breasts and stood for a moment, repositioning. It was a short reprieve however as he straddled her and grabbed her breast again, but this time one of his hands went to wrap around her throat as well to hold her in place. Sam squirmed helplessly under him; Weak; Powerless. She hated this. She hated him so much.

He squeezed her freezing left nipple in a tighter and tighter grip while he held her in place by the neck. She could hear his harsh breathing through his mask. He lifted her supple breast by her hard nipple, pulling her tit-flesh taut. He was enjoying tormenting her so much. It was so, so painful, but she didn’t let her tears fall.

"This is just a warm up to the torture you can expect slave."

She would not cry. She would not cry! Sam’s eyes were squeezed so tight to stop the pained tears from falling behind her blindfold. When she got out of here she was going to kill this man! Sweet Sam had never thought of killing someone before, but this psychopath deserved it after what he’d done to Josh and whatever fucked up shit she was sure he had in store for her.

She wanted to scream at him to get it over with, to rape her and be done with it, but he wasn’t giving her the luxury of speaking right now, it was even getting a little difficult to breathe because of how panicked she was with him on top of her. She couldn’t fight from this position, he was locking her in place.

She was so scared. So scared this was the end. That she was going to die before her life had really begun. She was only 19. This couldn’t be happening. Why did they come back here? Why had they come back to this nightmare lodge?!

 

[Se7en_]

Having tormented her nipples enough, he decided to now move on to a different body part to play with and enjoy. He turned around on her body, still pinning her down and he sat on her stomach, one arm draped over her thighs forcing her legs to stay down as nothing was holding her legs to the bed. His other hand went down to explore her sex. With her thighs pulled together tightly, he did not have the best access, his fingers slid over her folds, but they were tight together and he could not really get the view he or access that he wanted. It would be too easy to untie, spread her legs wide and retie her for his pleasure, but he decided against, this was humiliating enough for now and he had enough access for the time being, he would have to make do and be patient.

Not being too much of the patient type, he groaned. A little frustrated, he got up and instead sat next to her, his arm moved under her knees scooping her bound legs up and he pulled them all the way up and then back towards the bed post. He moved to grab her ankles, pulling them to the top of the bedpost. With ease, he secured her ankle cuffs to the bedpost forcing her to keep her legs up while still drawn together.

He then went to sit behind her and he was amazed at the view afforded him. He had kept her legs bound together on purpose, he wanted to expose and humiliate her slowly. The position she was in was very exposed and vulnerable, but he could make it worse by spreading her legs, and there was nothing she could do about it. Once again, he decided slow and methodical would be more effective at slowly whittling her down, shock and awe would probably not do the job, a slow mental breaking as she anticipates the inevitable and is helpless to stop it would be far more effective.

Immediately, he took off his mask and dove into her now exposed treasure and his tongue lapped hungrily at her nether lips enjoying the feel of her labia under his lips and tongue. He made sure to not be anywhere near her clitoris to not give her too much pleasure or the illusion that she may get release. He took his time licking her slowly, enjoying the taste and smell of the juices her body secreted despite her not wanting any of this. His hands were again on her breasts, kneading and massaging the tight globes, stealing a slight pinch of her sore nipples every few seconds.

As she got wet, he stopped licking her, put the mask back on and pulled her gag off. His harsh distorted voice greeted her again and taunted her "Are you enjoying this Samantha?" He said, knowing full well she wasn't, her reaction was a natural reaction of the body that she had no control over. He asked as his fingers moved across her labia again soaking in her juices. He reached forward and grabbed her chin painfully digging into her cheeks and forcing her jaws open and then he danced his fingers on her lips, letting her taste her own arousal. "Maybe I should use your other hole, so you don't enjoy it this much," he said as his finger once again found her vulva and then slid down bringing some of her juices to her anus and he teased at the opening "Would you like it if I pushed my finger in?" He asked as his finger continued to dance at her opening, sliding down to her pussy to soak in more juices and moving the lubrication to her much tighter asshole. He wanted her gag off, he was curious as to what she would say in this position now that he had granted her the ability to talk again, he wanted to know what she feels about this treatment and humiliation. This was the first time she was not gagged since he left the room initially to bring the cuffs that now adorn her delicate body.

 

[Emstar303]

Sam grunted as her captor rotated yet again, sitting on her abs. He held her legs down with one hand while the other forced its way between her thighs, clenched together not only from the restraints but from Sam’s strength. She didn’t want him touching her. Her legs weren’t secured to the bed so she was able to toss and turn a bit, but the Psycho still had the upper hand. He forced his fingers between her thighs. She felt his revolting touch against her labia and couldn’t help making a short groan against her gag, repulsed by his touch. He could move her around like a doll and poke and prod her as he pleased. Sam couldn’t stand this. She just couldn’t stand being so helpless!

“Mmm!” she mewled against her gag as she struggled to free her legs from his grasp when he moved again, this time sitting beside her. He scooped up her legs and tied them to the same bedpost as her arms, putting her in an uncomfortable position. He forced her legs straight up in the air, putting her tight little pussy on display for him; it peeked out between her clamped thighs, a highly erotic sight. Sam’s heart was beating so fast in anticipation for him to touch her again. She hated not knowing exactly when or where he was going to touch her because of the blindfold. His touch was vile, poisonous.

She screamed into her gag and writhed as best she could when she felt his breath against her sex. She was trapped, tied up for his pleasure. He started licking her folds and Sam almost broke. The feeling of his tongue was absolutely revolting. It was such a violation, such an invasion. His tongue felt slobbery and wrong, like a big fat worm wiggling against her, at least, that’s what she imagined it to be. His fingers still pulled at her nipples, giving her a horrible, painful pinch every few seconds. She whimpered into the gag. She hated showing how much this bothered her but how could she not? It was so painful and dehumanizing.

To her immense surprise, he removed her gag all of a sudden, taunting, “Are you enjoying this Samantha?”

“FUCK YOU!” she screamed. Her voice was hoarse and raw from screaming into the gag.

The Psycho seemed pleased by her violent reaction. He ran his fingers along her labia again, diving down further and spreading her juices. Sam shook her hips and arms, trying to do anything to resist, to slow down his progress, but she didn’t realize that all struggling like that did was show off her beautiful, strong, luscious body to him, caused her breasts to bounce and her ass to jiggle as she fought to free herself.

“CHRISSSS! JOS-- ASH! ANYONE! HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!” she screamed as the Psycho continued assaulting her. She’d almost yelled Josh’s name there, even though she’d seen him die in that videotape. It was just impossible to believe. This whole situation was unbelievable. It turned her stomach.

As the Psycho kept licking at her folds, she realized that if she wasn’t blindfolded she could see who her captor was… but did she even want to know? She could only imagine what kind of revolting person would do something like this to a fellow human being...

After sampling from her folds, the Psycho forced her to taste her own wetness on his fingers, as if that somehow proved anything. She almost bit him but he was too fast - just gave her a quick sampling.

“Maybe I should use your other hole, so you don't enjoy it this much,” he taunted. She felt his finger slide past her wet sex and press softly, but threateningly, at her virgin asshole. “Would you like it if I pushed my finger in?”

Sam felt a cold dread. “NO! STOP! DON’T TOUCH ME! HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP ME! ” she screamed. She was getting her full voice back now, and she was screaming loudly, like a dying, desperate, wounded animal. She couldn’t allow him to do this to her. She couldn’t!

The Psycho moved his hand back to her pussy, still violating her, still touching her sensitive skin without her consent. She kept screaming. Choruses of no, stop, help. And he hadn’t even penetrated her yet.

He dragged his fingers from her pussy to her asshole again, dancing across her tight hole. Sam had a terrible feeling this wasn’t even a quarter of the horrible rape and torture he was going to subject her to. She had to get out now. She had to fight this while she still could!

 

[Se7en_]

"Fuck you?" He was surprised, but not really, at her first words after the gag was removed and he chuckled "Fuck you? Oh dear Samantha, that can be arranged" he taunted her as his finger barely poked inside her, sneaking in between her folds for a split second, she was wet and he could easily slide the entire length of his finger in and out, his attention was waking up her body whether she liked it or not, the body, an infamous betrayer, with a mind of its own.

Suddenly, he heard her say his name, almost say his name and that triggered something inside, the Psycho's hold loosened and it was Josh back at the helm for now. He was now torn, he wanted to use her some more, but was feeling terrible guilt and wanted to let her go and apologize to her for this terrible mistake, but he was too far gone, no way she forgives him and becomes his girlfriend as he had dreamt. He had to push on and train her, then maybe she would accept him and forgive his mistakes.

Keeping her in the uncomfortable and exposed vulnerable position, he again sat behind her looking at her beautiful body, put on display for his pleasure. He didn't touch her for a minute, just looked at her, his eyes tracing her beautiful frame, from the back of her ankles down her shapely legs and into her tight pussy on display, wet and glistening.

He finally could not resist anymore, she was too alluring in that position and he was weak. He reached in with his hands, and it was a completely different touch than before. His thumbs went into her thigh crease. At the top of each thigh is an amazing patch of skin cradling her sex. He gently stroked her there, exploring it with his fingers, his touch light, gentle like a feather. Also, more reserved and shy, less demanding and demeaning of her. He gently followed the crease in her thighs around her outer labia, not touching her there. His thumbs then met at the bottom of her vagina, he pulled one thumb away and kept moving down to her perineum.

He was very gentle as he delicately explored the exquisitely sensitive tiny patch of skin between her holes. He was amazed by the range of colors and texture in this extremely sensitive and often overlooked part of the female body. His finger never reached her anus, instead his thumb doubled back over her perineum again, his touch barely like a feather. In different circumstances, this attention would have likely scored him major brownie points with her, but alas it was not the case, Josh was still going to gently touch and pleasure her now that he was back in control.

But then he stopped, and stood up, knowing if he stayed behind her, he would not be able to resist touching her more sexually. He began to explain. "It's getting late, I will start your training tomorrow, but now we have to address the matter of sleeping. You need to know that you will sleep restrained, the choice you have is how restrained and whether you get some food and some clothing and some dignity in the process." He paused to let it sink in "The way I see it, you have two options: Option 1: I will take you to the bathroom and untie you, but lock you in, you may use the bathroom if you want, clean yourself up, brush your teeth, put the outfit I have picked for you on, and then lock your knees and thighs together, and lock your right wrist to your waist and wait for me on your knees with your free hand extended to be restrained when I come back. I will show you how the latches on the rings work, when untied you can easily open and close them, but you won't be able to remove the cuffs, those are locked with padlocks. If you obey and do that, then you get some food and get to sleep in a bed, but you will still be restrained and gagged, can't have you screaming through the night. If you don't do that" He paused, his Psycho side forcing him to say it "I.... I will now lubricate your asshole and put a butt plug in, then you get no food, and you sleep in a cage for the night, oh and the plug stays in all night. You will also not get food in the morning either before your training. It is your choice Sam." He listened to what she had to say, and then seized a chance when she was talking and her mouth was open to push the gag back in.

He then quickly untied her feet from the bed and then pulled her wrists back to her waist securing them there and then carried her out of the bed to a corner that she could not see. A small cage was in there. It was about 2 feet high, a little over a foot wide and 3 feet long. He put her on the floor and then guided her forcefully in and then locked the cage. The only way she could fit was laying on her side in the fetal position, she had very little room to move and the floor under her was rough. He reached through between the bars and pinched her nipple "I will leave you here to contemplate, and I will get some things ready. You will have 15 minutes to think about your choice, and remember if you refuse, you will remain in this cage till morning and the gag will stay in and a butt plug will be placed in through the bars of the cage." He announced and left no room for negotiation and he left the room.

"Are you sure about this? We can't keep her in a cage all night?" The lower less menacing tone said "Shut the fuck up, I'm taking control here again, you're in way over your head, I'm helping you out here!" The voice trailed off as he closed the door behind him.

He was trying to think what would Sam do, he could see her rationalizing both options. On one hand, she was a strong and fiercely independent woman and the thought of submitting like this seemed unthinkable, even a temporary submission. Although her submission meant she gets to eat, she hasn't had anything to eat in hours, and will not get any now or for breakfast if she does not submit, he figured she understands that no food today or tomorrow will leave her weaker to resist. She also gets clothes, whatever they may be is better than being naked and a bed seems better than a cage. She was always the most level headed, so the logic says she submits, but her strong and highly independent personality and nature told him she would not submit that easily and would tough it out, she could take it. He had no idea what she would decide, and he would not be surprised with either choice. He gave her the 15 minutes in the cage to help her decide. In theory, a night in a small cage may not seem too bad given the other option, but actually experiencing some time in it may change her mind and show her that real life and theory are hardly the same.

He returned after 15 minutes at took her gag out roughly "So, what will it be Samantha?" His voice came back at her, rough and menacing.

 

[Emstar303]

Sam was seething when the Psycho laughed in response to her cursing him. She didn’t appreciate being belittled, and she was absolutely serious about fucking him up when she got free. She was going to make him pay.

He slipped a finger inside her vagina for a quarter of a second and she gasped sharply. She could feel how wet she was - how easy it was for him to slip his finger inside.

Perhaps the worst part about him touching her was the way her body reacted, the way her pussy self-lubricated to accept the touch of this psychopath. Her body was excited being on display like this, excited at the gentle prodding of his touches. She knew, logically, she couldn’t blame her body; her pussy didn’t know the difference. It was preparing itself for the inevitable, for him to commit the ultimate violation… maybe she should be grateful her body was preparing itself… but Sam was angry at her body because she could not admit defeat. It was not “inevitable” he was going to rape her. She could fight this. He seemed content to take his time with her. Perhaps he would mess up in rearranging her restraints, give her an opening to escape. She couldn’t just accept this. She had to fight.

The psycho moved his hands tenderly on her then, back away from her sex and instead caressed her inner thighs. Why was he being so gentle? He was freaking her out! His touch was soft, should have been calming, but he was a monster and a stranger and Sam had never been more disturbed and frightened in her life! Her whole lower half was open to him. Her breath was shaky, not with arousal, but with rage and fear as his thumbs gently tugged at her opening, pulling it apart just slightly. She couldn’t stand this invasive examination! “Stop! Get away from me!” Sam kept screaming, but still, no one came for her.

The Psycho moved one thumb away from teasing her opening to stroke her perineum. It felt so strange. He stroked her as a curious lover would and it was giving her the creeps. His touching her also tickled a little bit. She squirmed and gritted her teeth as he kept exploring her with his feather-like touch.

All of a sudden, he stopped touching her. Sam breathed an inaudible sigh of relief, but her body still felt the ghost of his vile touches. He presented her with two options, but to Sam only one seemed logical. All she could hear was "untie you". “What kind of choice is th--” she started to say, but he’d gagged her again. He said he’d give her 15 minutes to decide, then unhooked her from the bed. Sam tried to swing her legs down hard to hit him, but he caught them before she was able. She couldn’t exactly see where she was aiming after all.

The Psycho carried her a few feet away from the bed and thrust her inside a metal cage. Sam fought him the whole way, like a feral dog, but with her muzzle and cuffs, she couldn’t do much damage. In the end, she wound up inside a small cage. It wasn’t big enough to lay out in, all she could do was curl up. He told her he was giving her 15 minutes to make her choice. She heard him talking to himself again as he left. It was like he had two warring sides in him.

Sam was at a loss as to how the Psycho thought this as a real choice. Of course she didn’t want to spend all night in this cage! She’d opt for the bathroom. Any chance to get out these bonds meant a chance to fight him. And he was even going to leave her alone for a moment? Even better. Maybe she could find something in the bathroom to fight with. Buttplug in a cage starving or a chance to escape? It was a no brainer. She didn't need 15 minutes to decide.

Sam squirmed in her cage as she awaited the Psycho’s return. She was eager for this chance. She was sure the punishment would be severe for attempting to harm him if she got caught, but she didn’t plan on losing her next opportunity.

The minutes spent waiting in that cage felt a lot longer than it 15. Being trapped in a fetal position, unable to move due to the metal bars, it started making her body ache. She tried putting her legs through the bars to stretch them out, but the bars were too narrow so her legs wouldn't fit through. Sam felt like a caged animal. If, no, when she got out of this, she vowed never to send her dog to a kennel again. She couldn't do anything but wait. Being trapped like this... at the mercy of someone else... it was extremely degrading.

Finally, the Psycho returned. She was glad to be out of the cage. It was the only reason she was relieved to see him.

Sam resisted the urge to snap his fingers off when he removed the gag. All in due time, she reminded herself.

“So, what will it be Samantha?” he asked.

Sam looked up at him, determined. “Option 1. I’ll comply.” For now. She almost quipped, but this wasn’t Josh she was joking around with, pushing each other’s buttons, this was a cold-blooded killer. She’d pretend to comply and get the jump on him when he least expected it.

 

[Se7en_]

When he came back he was not at all surprised she took the logical not the stubborn choice, but as he knew Sam well, he knew she was intelligent and very resourceful, so he needed to be extra careful. So, he stood up and walked away from the cage, not telling her anything, just leaving her there while he gathered his thoughts.

He basically ran to the bathroom, he pulled everything out except the outfit he had for her, not much of an outfit, it was red lace lingerie. He did not leave anything else in there except the toiletries and the lingerie, nothing else she could use as a weapon, even the first aid kit was pulled out.

He then went back to room going over his plan in his head, trying to find a weakness she can exploit, but could not find any. Releasing her from the cage, he pulled her out and then threw her over his shoulders, hand lazily exploring her bottom as he carried her out and to the bathroom.

He put her back down, small feet back on the tile of the bathroom, and immediately secured a leash and thin leather collar to her neck, the leash was secured with a padlock, not a latch, so this could not be removed by her without a key or tools, neither of which she had. She now had two collars.

He removed her gag and blindfold and stood in front of her to explain "you will have fifteen minutes, there are toiletries, a toothbrush, there is this lingerie for you to put on. The chain allows you to walk all around the bathroom, but you can't open the door from inside, I will lock it when I walk out. I also have a camera in here, so I can watch what you're doing, any funny moves, and I keep you locked in till you behave. I will now release your hands and show you how to release the other latches, once you're done, you will lock your right hand to your waist, lock your ankles, knees and thighs together and then kneel on the floor your back to door and have your arm behind your back ready to be restrained, and yes its different than before, can't be too careful"

He said and then helped her to kneel, as soon as she was kneeling, he locked her ankles to her thighs, and then he released her right hand and held onto it tight showing her how to work the latch, and then he stepped out. With her on her knees and her ankles tied to her thighs, her free hand posed no threat. He walked out leaving her to unlock all the rings from each other, knowing she absolutely cannot escape, the leash on her neck enough to keep her in the bathroom, she was also unable to remove any of the cuffs as padlocks held them in place. He ran to his control room and watched the feed coming from the bathroom wondering if she will try anything. He was extra careful, and so no cracks she could exploit.

 

[Emstar303]

After hearing her answer, the Psycho walked away from her cage, leaving her trapped inside. Sam felt a wave of panic she didn't show. He was supposed to let her out now, right? She'd complied! She heard him rustling around somewhere in the distance. It made her uneasy. Everything about him made her uneasy. She needed out of this cage. Her muscles were cramping up from being stuck in this fetal position, the only position this cage could accommodate. She stretched her foot out, but it only twisted painfully through the too-small crack between the bars. She hated being confined like this. She was helpless to relieve her body from aching. She couldn't even see her surroundings! Sam banged her feet into the cage angrily. The different type of pain in her toes helped distract her from the ache in her joints.

At last, the Psycho returned. He released her from the cage and forcibly pulled her out, then tossed her over his shoulders again. She squirmed as his large hand explored the firm globes of her asscheeks. Sam grunted and shimmied as best she could out of his grasp, but as always it was useless.

When they reached their destination, he set her down on some cool tile. He was true to his word then, he'd taken her to the bathroom. He added some more restraints, collaring her for the second time like a dog. Sam was almost snarling like one too, and not like a small, braindead chihuahua, but like a great german shepherd.

She gasped for breath when he removed her gag again. He removed her blindfold too. Sam's eyes blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the flood of bright light. She narrowed them at the Psycho then took in the small room. It was a dingy little bathroom, bare of anything useful of course. Her eyes flashed back to him as he instructed her.

He must really get off on ordering her around, she thought as he told her what was what. Why didn't he just rape her and be done with it? Sam nodded to show she understood his demands and let him push her to the floor because she knew he was going to release her. First, he bound her ankles to her thighs then freed one of her hands and showed her how to get out of the binds. Even though his hand was warm, to Sam it felt slimy and cold in her hand as he showed how the restraints worked.

Then finally, once again, he left her alone. Her legs were no longer tethered together. She could walk. Sam had more freedom of movement than she'd had in a while. She stretched first, felt what it was like to stand tall and clench her fists, then she examined her surroundings closer. She went all around the room but there was nothing. Even the cabinets were swiped bare, not a cue tip, not a piece of floss to be found. Nothing except a toothpaste and brush and some tissue paper to wipe her ass. "Well, how generous of you," she said sarcastically.

She glared at the camera. She really wanted to punch it but she knew that would piss him off and she didn't want to get put in a cage again. She'd only been in there 15 minutes and it had been hell in that cramped, tiny, dark place. She didn't want to go back there. She had to keep complying, at least until she got a real opportunity to fight him.

So Sam changed into the red lingerie he'd laid out for her. She didn't feel much more modest in it though. It was a small lacy thing. The straps were wide, but they were sheer lace. The cups, which did cover her breasts somewhat, connected in the middle with a delicate bow. The bottoms were sheer lace with a small flare on each side like a too-small skirt. She almost ripped the damn thing putting it on it was so delicate. Sam did not want to feel delicate. It was clearly made to be sexy, made to entice. She didn't want to look enticing to him, dammit! She shivered in the cold bathroom at the memory of him licking her, touching her... Repulsive.

Sam brushed her teeth hard. Even though he hadn't kissed her or anything, her mouth felt dusty and dry. She relished the feeling of the sharp spearmint on her teeth, the taste on her tongue. She thought about drinking some water from the sink when she was done, but she didn't want to fill her bladder. Could she even bring herself to use that toilet with him watching? What a sicko!

She was done, but she knew 15 minutes hadn't passed yet, so she continued brushing her teeth, her mind reeling. Surely there was something she could do! Could she lodge this toothbrush in his eye? Slam his head into the porcelain throne, hopefully knocking him out? Anything she did she had to be sure it would work because she needed him out cold, not just stunned for a moment. Sam slid the toothbrush over her molars again. He must know she was stalling by now. Reluctantly, Sam rinsed off the toothbrush and placed it back on the sink. She walked back to the center of the room, stared at the rings on her legs. It was time for her to restrain herself, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't present herself willingly like a pretty present to him. Her fists clenched, her eyes flashed to the camera.

Finally, she slowly raised her right hand to her waist and locked it in. It almost physically hurt her to do such a thing, to willingly lock herself up for him, but she couldn't stand the thought of being locked up inside the cage again. He'd promised food, a real bed to sleep on. Sam would take advantage of these offerings, rest, gain back her strength, and fight him when the moment was right.

With new resolve, Sam obediently clasped her leg restraints together, then knelt on the tiled floor with her left arm extended in front of her, waiting for the Psycho to return.

 

[Se7en_]

The Psycho watched from his control room, barely blinking, he was looking for any sign of trouble from the resourceful little girl. He watched her unhook her legs from each other, free to move for the first time in hours, she stretched and walked around the small bathroom, looking for something, he knew she was obviously looking for something to help her escape, but he had been careful and left nothing of note there, unless she can somehow weaponize toothpaste, she was helpless to resist.

He chuckled at her sarcastic quip, but did not react other than that, he just needed to watch carefully for any cracks she could use and escape his grip. He could not keep her tied forever, and her obeying him while untied is the first step in her training and descent into being his plaything.

He watched as she dressed for his pleasure and cursed that the video was not as good as real life, but soon she would be in front of him and he will be able to see how she looks and feels in that outfit. He then watched her brush her teeth and taking too long with it, but he did not care about that, he had given her 15 minutes, and if she wanted to spend them brushing her teeth, that was fine by him. He watched carefully as the toothbrush was back where it belonged, once less thing for him to worry about.

She was clearly struggling with restraining herself for him which was understandable, she was a strong independent young lady, the idea of her restraining herself for his pleasure was unthinkable. After some hesitation, she did it and knelt on the floor anyway, and he felt a surge of triumph. Josh felt that sense of triumph, the Pyscho did not feel much. Very happy, Josh ran back to the bathroom, an inside voice telling him to be more ready, so he went back and put a taser in his pocket just in case she fights back, this would be less rough and painful to her than him wrestling her to the ground and overpowering her.

He walked to door and opened in gingerly, ready for the small chance she tries to attack him, but as he opened the door, she was kneeling as instructed. He walked in and quickly secured her wrist to the back of her neck, leaving her other wrist tied to her elbow. He then helped her up to her feet and his hands checked all the connections she was supposed to lock and they were all locked in correctly, she was trapped once again, his to do with as he pleased, he could visibly relax as the plan did not backfire and he was still in control and she was helpless to escape his torment.

The Psycho held on to her waist, he looked at her intently, up and down scanning her almost naked body, the lacy bra just making her look more sexy and inviting than before, the designers clearly knew what they were doing. With a grip on her hip, he turned her around and wrapped his arms around her tightly squeezing her tiny body in. One arm went around her breasts and started exploring her soft mounds covered by the lace and his other hand slipped over her panties and stroked at her sex, the soft thin material barely hiding her from him. Meanwhile he whispered in her ear "Good girl, you dressed up as ordered, restrained yourself and knelt as ordered. You may not know it, but you just took a big important step towards becoming my slave" He hissed into her ear and continued to molest her for a minute, letting her contemplate his words without him saying anymore. He then reached down and untied the rings holding her ankles together leaving her knees and thighs locked together. One hand was locked to her waist and the other to the back of her neck.

Holding on to her waist, he guided her to walk out of the bathroom, while her ankles were free, her knees and thighs were locked together and about half an inch of space was between them forcing her to walk in very short awkward steps.

He took his time and slowly guided her to the kitchen enjoying her struggles. He sat her down on a heavy wooden chair. Immediately, he took hold of her right foot and pulled it back under her, a chain was connected to one of the rings on her ankle and then the chain was wrapped around one of the supports under the chair and then he reached for her left ankle, pulling it back and locking the chain on its ring, this forced her to keep her feet back, soles pointing up and dangling under the chair. He could have locked her feet to the legs of the chair, allowing her feet to stay on the ground and she would have been just as incapable of running away, but this small touch added to her helplessness, something he always desired. He then moved to the hand on her waist and he released it from the ring there, he easily moved her hand to the table and there was a waiting ring there and he locked one of the rings on her wrist to the one he had installed into the table.

From the fridge, he pulled some supplies and quickly made her a PB&J sandwich and poured her a cup of orange juice and he said "Go ahead eat" with a sarcastic tone, and then moments later "Oh what's that? Poor little Samantha is tied up and can't feed herself....... How tragic!" He mocked her, he had placed the sandwich just out of reach of her hand, and even if it was within reach to her hand, she could not pull it up to her mouth. Even if she wanted to lean forward and eat directly with her mouth, the sandwich was too far away as well.

The Psycho put his hand on her head and then slid down and grabbed a handful of her hair at the nape of her neck pulling her hair down and forcing her to look up "Beg me to feed you, or go to bed hungry and no chance for more food till morning when you will again need to be beg to be fed or go hungry again" He taunted her, fully planning to not feed her if she does not beg. The humiliation and begging meant to move her more towards submitting to him.

 

[Emstar303]

Sam resisted attacking like a venomous snake when she heard the door creak open. Stay calm, stay calm, she kept repeating in her head. Now wasn’t the time. She had to be good. For now. She felt the Psycho approach behind her. He grabbed her free hand and secured it to the back of her neck. He pulled her to her feet, grasping at the clasps between her legs, ensuring she’d secured them properly.

Once on her feet, the Psycho held Sam by the waist tightly. Even this simple touch irked her. Sam couldn’t stand him touching her. She could feel him staring at her barely covered form. His eyes felt like a burn all their own as they took in her muscular body, made vulnerable by the restraints. He looked at her as if ingraining her form into his memory. .. She couldn't stand him looking at her. She couldn't believe she was standing here, wearing this little outfit for him, presenting herself for his pleasure, his to do with what he pleased... She breathed deeply, heavily, trying to get a handle on her rage.

He spun her around suddenly, yanked her lithe body into his. “Let me go!" she hissed into his chest, knowing full well he wouldn’t. He squeezed her breasts and grasped between her legs instead. Sam shut her eyes and cringed as he touched her. His lewd fingers crept along her panties, applying a light, arousing pleasure. Sam squirmed, gritted her teeth. She hated him! She hated this!

He clearly loved her struggle. He leaned forward, breathed into her ear, "Good girl, you dressed up as ordered, restrained yourself and knelt as ordered. You may not know it, but you just took a big important step towards becoming my slave."

“I am NOT your slave,” Sam shouted. She slammed her hips into his, trying to dislodge him. It took all her willpower not to do more than that, not to lean forward and bite his neck, or headbutt him with no regard for her own safety. But somehow, she managed. She had to wait for the right opportunity. Now wasn't it. She couldn’t let him get to her. Not yet.

He kept touching her, one hand exploring her tender breasts as the other pressed into her panties, pushing against her sex, making her wet despite her hatred of him and revulsion at the situation.

Finally, he released her and unexpectedly untied the rings tying her ankles together. She spread her feet apart as far as they could go, breathed heavily.

She was glad he’d unlatched the ankle connections, but she certainly wasn’t going to show appreciation for it. Her expression was stoic as he led her down the hallway. She shrugged out of the grasp he had on her waist, but he just yanked her back to his body each time she tried so eventually she just hobbled along beside him. His arm felt like a bind of its own around her waist.

He led her into a kitchen, forced her into a wooden chair. He secured her to it immediately, locking her legs to the bottom of the chair so they dangled over the floor.

“You’ve put a lot of planning into this little game of yours, haven’t you?” she observed as he hooked her arm into a premade hook embedded into the table. Every piece of furniture she’d encountered so far seemed conveniently compatible with her restraints.

She watched as the Psycho prepared a simple PB&J sandwich for her and poured her a glass of orange juice. He placed them in front of her, just out of reach of her restraints. Then he proceeded to taunt her, told her to beg if she wanted to be fed.

As if on cue, Sam's stomach rumbled, but she did not answer him for a long while. Her fingers twitched on the table.

“You told me if I changed into this lingerie and didn’t put up a fight, I could eat. That was the deal,” Sam said simply. She would not beg. She would rather go to bed hungry than give in to his wishes.

She cocked her head at him. “Do you have control issues? Can’t let go?” she asked. She jerked the hand tied to the table violently, taunting him. Sam would never truly give in to this sicko. She could see right through him. He was a coward, and his sanity seemed to be hanging by a thread.

The Pysco managed to ignore her taunt. He just sneered at her. "I kept my promise, you're out of the cage, you have clothes on and I said you get food, and you did, its right in front of you, not my problem that you can't reach it. Now, beg or go to sleep hungry, every meal time, you will need to beg, or you don't get food, so the sooner you get it over with, the better, your move.... pet." He emphasized the word 'pet' as pets, specifically dogs generally beg for food.

Sam sneered at him. She wasn't hungry enough yet to beg, but if it were true it was going to come down to begging sooner or later, she might as well get it over with. "Fuck you," she spat, but before he got a chance to reprimand her she complied. "Please feed me, please! I'm so hungry! Oh please, Master Psycho-Man," The last bit was said a bit sarcastically.