Tie... (open to everyone)

[Soulfiregirl]

Tie... (open)

So, there she was, hanging from her wrists again. Her feet could touch the floor but only with her six-inch heels on. She liked the slight feeling of terror while she was waiting for him, wondering what he had in store for her next. She was getting wet already. She liked squirming against the leather straps that held her wrists above her head. They were connected to a chain that spun and if she lifted her feet up, she could spin around. She was completely naked except for the heels and black stockings. He liked to rub her satin like legs sometimes if she had them around him while she was hanging from those lovely leather straps. Just a bird in a cage, she thought. Waiting for her master to arrive and "play" with her. Just waiting....

 

[Seattle Zack]

Jack watched her on the monitor. She shifted her weight yet again, throwing her head back, the long dark locks tumbling about her face. She had no idea he was watching; she was probably thinking she had been abandoned, forced to wait until he saw fit to come and rescue her from her predicament.

He should have gagged her. How he enjoyed watching them, with the bright red ball strapped between their teeth, the drool spilling down their chin. This one needed a more personalized approach, he thought. She was different. He grinned. She would be fun to break. He poured a little more scotch into the tumbler on his desk.

He glanced at the monitor displaying the foreign currency exchange as he took a drag from his Cohiba. The Euro had not even budged, and the yen was steady. He looked at his watch. The Tokyo exchange opened in less than an hour--there was no way he was going to make any money tonight.

He sat back in the leather armchair, watching her on the monitor. This one showed some promise. Never had he encountered someone as responsive as she was. She was undoubtedly wet and ready, even after being abandoned for so long. He watched her move from one foot to the other, her arms stretched above her head. She had been in that position for more than two hours; he had no doubt that her shoulders were aching, her stretched body begging for relief. He watched her twirl, almost impatiently, on the tips of her high heels. With the push of a button, he could draw the cable up even tighter, lift her off her feet if he chose.

No. Better to let her squirm there as she was. Still, she was lovely, displayed and completely exposed. He admired the concaves of her underarms and her belly, stretched and taut, her breasts lifted beautifully by the constrictions of her position. He was aware of his own arousal as he watched her move. Impatiently, he drained the glass, gulping down the last of the watery scotch, and stood up. It was time he had a little fun with his captive.

 

[Soulfiregirl]

Thankgod for these straps, she thought. Without them she would have collapsed about an hour ago. Her feet were a bit sore and her legs were restless. She had thought she was in fairly good shape but apparently he had "shown" her that she needed a little more exercise. She wrote a mental note to herself...do more pushups and lift more weights in the future girlie....a stronger body can make these experiences more fullfilling. Her arms were feeling a bit gel-like and weak but her resolve was still there. I won't let him wear me down, she thought. No, I'm a tiger in a cage. My will is strong. I'll show him who's the "weaker" sex. I'll have him begging at my feet one day. He'll see.

She giggled to herself realizing that she started to feel a sense of "bravado" the longer someone held her. She would start to daydream and feel almost silly. She was starting to feel giddy even. She wondered how many others he had played with before her. Would she be able to spark something different in him this time? Different then the other slaves that he had probably gotten bored with and sent them on their way once they had used each other up completely.

She noticed something flashing in the corner for the first time since she'd been there. It was hard to see because he had darkened the room. Is that a camera, she thought? She suddenly felt a surge of rage. Is that fucker watching me? Bastard. How dare he. How dare he intrude on her "private time" while she waited for him. She had never been watched before. Has he been watching her the whole time? He must be. He's watching me struggle, she thinks and it's turning him on. He's building a fantasy. He's building a plan. He's waiting for her to get tired and maybe even irritable so that he can punish her if she complains. Bastard, she thinks again. She hates him now. Hates him with a growing fire inside her belly. And yet she's dripping wet. Ah, the irony, she thinks as she looks at that damn camera.

She glares at it, daring him to finally come out. She tries to muffle something against the ballgag. "Coward" she says. "Come out and fuck with me you coward". Of course, she can barely understand her own words because her jaw is sore from the gag in her mouth. She suddenly gets a chill up her spine. He's seen her jaw move. She's knows it. He's coming. He's coming soon. Finally, he's coming. She breaks out in a cold sweat. The terror starts to rise again but it's mixed with excitement. She can barely breathe as her whole body starts to shake. I'm the coward she thinks. I'm the little pussy. The little scardy-cat hung by her wrists. Gather all your bravado girlie, she thinks. You're going to need it for when he finally opens that door....

 

[Seattle Zack]

Jack eased into the room, closing the door softly behind him. Because of the dim lighting, he knew she hadn't seen him. Candles ringed the walls, illuminating her body in a warm flickering highlight. She seemed agitated, squirming around in her predicament. Just for fun, he reached over and pressed the button by the door, drawing her leather cuffs up even further.

The machinery whirred obediently, lifting her off her feet. He smiled as she flailed her legs, the tips of her toes only inches from the ground.

He stepped up behind her, one arm around her waist, half supporting her weight. As he held her close he felt her twist against him, defiantly.

He grabbed her hair, forcing her head back. "Squirm all you want, slut," he whispered in her ear. "You're mine, now." Roughly he pressed his fingers between her legs.

Furiously she wiggled, her dark eyes flashing. He knew she was ashamed of her own responsiveness. What must she be thinking? The movement of her body against his was quite arousing; he could feel her legs and ass move against him as she bucked and squirmed.

She cried out a muffled protest in desperation, trying to keep ker legs closed. In the position she was in, she could offer very little resistance. He felt the slippery warmth and chuckled, knowing how her body had betrayed her. Gently he teased her, making her gasp and moan. It was such fun to play with a toy like this.

 

[Soulfiregirl]

She was shocked when she felt him suddenly behind her. How the hell did he get into the room without her seeing him? He had raised her off the ground a bit. She twisted against him as he held her in a kind of morbid embrace. She clenched her thighs together tightly. He muffled something in her ear but his voice gave him away. He kept his voice soft and deep but she could have sworn she heard a slight waver in it.

She gurgled against the ball gag. Her jaw was so sore now. She thrust herself back against him. If she wasn't so tired, she was even entertaining the idea of twisting around and kicking him just to be a bitch. But alas, all she could do was hang there and squirm.

He tightened his grip on her and held her close. He took his other hand and pulled her hair tight. She flinched a bit as he pulled her head back.

"Stop struggling little puppy," he ordered in a soft growl.

"You have much to learn of true obedience," he whispered again.

She suddenly realized that she loved his voice. She loved it so much she would beg to hear him order her again. Please take off the ballgag, she thought. Then she could yell horrible things at him and he'd punish her with his growling orders.

He started kissing her neck as he held her tight. She realized he had kept her there for two hours for good reason...to wear her down. But he'd be surprised at how much fight she'd have left in her. He shoved one of his hands between her thighs and slid a finger inside. She automatically clenched her thighs around his hand as tightly as she could. Her body jerked upwards a bit as he thrust another finger in. He suddenly let go of her waist and slapped her ass as hard as he could while his other fingers continued to slide into her.

She felt her body jerk again after his hand had landed. One hit, and her cheeks already stung. She was oozing all over his fingers and heard herself starting to moan into the gag. She realized she had absolutely no control over her body now. Her body was just reacting with no thought control from her.

He cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it hard making her wince. The double sensation of him squeezing, smacking and pinching parts of her while thrusting his other fingers inside her pussy was finally too much. She came, and she came hard. Her entire body stiffened. But that had been his plan. To make her lose all control in a short amount of time. Then he could start all over again but be more vicious the next time. He could "train" her over and over again until she was numb.

The worry started to rise in her chest again as he finally turned her towards him and she saw the face of her captor. He had a sly smile and his eyes burned with fire. She had not given him nearly enough credit. He had waited too long to just be done with her now. He was patient. He had just gotten started. And now it was his turn to come...


It was going to be a long night...

 

[Seattle Zack]

He twirled her around, watching the play of light and shadows across her body. Finally, he relented. pressing the button on the control box that released the tension holding her so well. As the cable grew slack she stumbled, trying to regain her footing. He was behind her, one arm about her wiast, half supporting her wieght.

He unbuckled the gag as she sagged gratefully in his arms. "Bastard," she muttered balefully as he pulled the rubber ball from between her teeth.

"You have incurred disciline," he told her, whispering in her ear. She moaned -- pain or pleasure? He couldn't tell. He reached around her, feeling her swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She was so ready! Her body was ripe and ready, more than needed for his ministrations of pain and pleasure. He knew already how aroused she was; to use that as a more excruciating torture would be quite a delight.

He pinched down hard on her nipple, feeling her convulse reactively underneath his grasp. Even as aroused as he was, he forced himself to slow down. This one would be worth it. Much as he wanted to fuck the little slut like she deserved, he relished the control he had over her. He would take his time with this one. She had teased him for weeks, and now he had her at his complete mercy ...

 

[Soulfiregirl]

Finally, the ballgag was gone. Her sore jaw could relax. He was holding her because her legs felt like jelly from standing on those heels for so long. He scooped her up in his arms and placed her on a mattress that had been hidden over in the corner. Yet another thing she had failed to notice in the darkened room the whole time she was hanging.

But this was no ordinary mattress. She noticed it had leather bindings attached to it. He placed her on the mattress and she felt his cock brush her hip as he kneeled over her. He was rock hard but seemed to be in no hurry. She was exhausted. He seemed to notice this and actually decided to leave her alone for a bit to let her rest. How odd, she thought. That someone so wicked could also be so kind.

He even offered her some water and she drank it all. Well, she thought, if he wanted her to urinate on him, at least she'd have plenty of fuel. She giggled to herself again. She was hoping he'd let her pee into a toilet instead if it came to that...

He let her rest for about twenty minutes. He lay next to her stroking her body. She was too tired to try and engage him in coversation. But she had a feeling she didn't need to say a word. He would know exactly what to do.

She tried to pull her wrist to scratch her nose and realized that she couldn't move it. He had already tied one of her wrists to the mattress without her realizing it. Damnit, she thought. He moves like a fucking cat. Or a some kind of freak ninja. She tried to untie her wrist but he grabbed her other arm and tied it back. "Fucking asshole", she muttered. He smiled at her again and quickly tied her ankles as well.

"I'm going to cum all over you....you dirty little bitch," he said in an almost gleefull voice.

He crouched over her so that he was practically smothering her face with his ass. He ordered her to lick his asshole and called her a dirty whore. Then he shifted his weight and moved his balls and cock over her face. He wanted to suffocate her with his groin. He ordered her to suck his balls as he pushed them into her mouth. Now this, was his idea of a "ballgag". He made sure to lift up enough so that she could breathe out of her nose. He could be cruel but he was also thoughtful and liked to make sure his slaves stayed healthy throughout a game.

It was getting hard for him to slow down because he was really enjoying sensation of her struggling against his groin and muffling swear words into his ass as he "sat" on her face. He felt her tongue pushing and licking him. He decided to lift up or else he might cum all over her breasts and he wasn't ready yet.

He kneeled next to her and let her rest a again. She was gasping a bit and catching her breath and looking a bit pissed off but judging from how wet she was, she had enjoyed his "sitting" on her.

There she was, legs spread and all four limbs tied. He wanted to take his cock and ram it into her wet cunt and fuck her hard. But he wanted to play with her ass a little bit more. She had a beautiful ass. Tight, round. I bet it would feel good around his cock. He slid a finger into her pussy and then pulled it out and slid it into her ass. Her eyes suddenly got wide and he felt her clench around him.

"No, no!", she begged.

"No please! Don't fuck me there! Please don't!", she cried again.

He saw tears welling up in her eyes and just smiled.

"Don't worry puppy. Just a finger for now. But I'm going to fuck your ass eventually so you'd better get used to the idea. Don't forget, I own ALL of you," he said as he smiled at her again.

She started squirming again trying to kick him. But her ankles were held tight by the binds. He continued to slid his finger in and out of her ass and as he did so she started to realize that it didn't hurt. She was kind of enjoying the sensation actually. She felt stupid for blubbering and swearing at him but she was anxious. She had never let anyone fuck her that way. But of course, she didn't really have a choice this time. He could do anything he wanted to her.

In and out, his finger went. In and out. He grabbed her one buttcheek and squeezed it hard digging his fingers in. She actually cried out in pain this time. He leaned down and "bit" her inner thigh. She cried out again. He wasn't drawing blood but damn, his teeth clamped a bit hard on her thigh. She wanted to slap him.

He released his clamp on her thigh and decided that it was time to introduce her to something new. He took his finger out and positioned himself between her thighs. She started crying again and begging him to stop. He shoved his cock into her pussy to get it nice and lubricated. He pumped away a few times until she was dripping again. Then he slid out of her pussy and slowly entered her ass. He felt her body tense again as he entered her.

She felt him enter her anally and it did hurt at first. The sphincter muscle is there for a reason. It was tight. She had this "full" feeling inside of her but it was different then when her vagina was being fucked. He gently pushed himself all the way in and her anal muscles pushed against him. She was still crying and begging him to stop but he had started rubbing her clit while he was inside her ass and she was getting aroused again.

He was telling her he was going to rape her ass and to be a good little whore, because there was nothing she could do about it...

Then he began to pump his cock inside her....

 

[Seattle Zack]

What a good little whore she was ... he could tell from the expression on her face. She was enjoying this.

It was cruel, to pound into her like this, stretching her. She was so helpless. He felt her spasm underneath him, uncontrollably. The poor slut was close to orgasm, her eyes wild in her head. Didn't she understand? Didn't she know that all of her holes were open and available to him, any time he wanted?

She gasped as he thrust deep inside her. He could tell she was right on the edge, begging for that slight increase of stimulation that would send her over the edge.

He pulled his cock out, teasing her with the head, as he slipped in and out of her well-lubricated ass. She was crying and begging, he couldn't tell, strapped stread-eagled on the matress underneath him. She thrust her ass in the air, begging for more attention.

"Is this what you want?" he whispered fiercely in her ear as he penetrated her. "Slut!" He clenched his fist in her hair, drawing her head back.

"Yes, I am your slut," she cried, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Fuck me, please!"

Her begging only excited him further. He pounded into her, taking his pleasure, disregarding her as the insignificant sluttoy that she was. He felt her muscles contract and he climaxed, holding her tightly.

Slowly he stood up, disengaging himself. He could tell that she had not been pleasured yet by her frantic squirming. "Now, I need to punish you, my little slut," he said huskily.

"For what?" she squeaked desperately. She squirmed helplessly in the restraints.

"For being a little slut," he replied. He reached for the whip on the wall.

 

[Soulfiregirl]

He had fucked her ass hard but she had gotten close to coming again. Once he had finished with her he stood up and walked over to one of the walls. Once again, she could not quite see what he grabbed because the room was still dim.

She was still strapped onto the mattress with her legs spread and she was soaking wet. Her nerve endings were on fire as she felt her muscles spasm against the binds. She wanted him to fuck her pussy but then she saw what he was holding.

A whip.

A big, black bullwhip.

She had stopped whimpering and crying from sheer exhaustion. She just lay there in a kind of trance. She watched him unwind it. Obviously, he had used it before because he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He untied her from the mattress and dragged her to another corner of the room where he shackled her wrists above her head again. But this time, she was lower on the ground so that she was kneeling.

She was so tired now. She had almost no fight left. But maybe she would get a second wind if he let her rest a bit. He did let her rest, but not quite as long as the last time.

She felt him crack the whip on the grond behind her. This is going to hurt like hell, she thought. This would leave bruises. He cracked it again and let it barely lick her back, but it still stung. She felt a wave of heat travel up her entire body as she heard him crack the whip again. Without realizing it, she was spreading her legs and arching her back pushing her butt towards him.

He let the whip slide accross her ass this time and she flinched. He cracked it again and again and again, working her into another lather like a horse that's being whipped by it's master. He made sure that the whip only touched her skin so as to sting but not to draw blood. She felt her head go back as he cracked the whip one more time...