2 comments/ 14483 views/ 0 favorites Polly's Vacation Ch. 01 By: Luna_lit by Luna_lit & PhoenixPrime01 "Here, let me help you with those." Polly turned her head in the direction of the low male voice. "Oh, hi." She smiled and allowed him to take a couple of her grocery bags. She saw him almost every Thursday evening at the store; at the deli counter, the aisles or the checkout. As their faces had become familiar to each other they'd started to exchange greetings. Of late they had begun to pass the time of day, just small talk. She felt kind of sorry for him, she noticed from his basket that he shopped for one, and he wasn't that young anymore, though in fine shape considering his age--fifty's maybe sixty's, it was hard to say. His long silver hair had always intrigued her, it looked like silk and she'd always had a strange desire to touch it. "Hello." He spoke in his usual low steady voice. "How are you?" "Oh, I'm good thanks. And you?" "To your car?" She nodded and they began to walk. "I am well, thank you. Though this weather is pretty miserable no?" "Nice for ducks." They chuckled together as he helped her put her bags in the trunk. "Well it was nice seeing you again...?" "Polly." She smiled as she held her hand out by way of a formal introduction. "And thank you for your help." "You're welcome Polly. I'm Jack." "Well, hi Jack. See you next week." "I do hope so dear." He smiled gently then moved gracefully in the direction of his car. Polly began to drive. It was nice to see a friendly face--took the edge off the boredom of shopping. She liked him, Jack, such kind eyes--though there was a sadness in them that she couldn't put her finger on. She hoped she would see him again next week. Her thoughts turned to work. Christ she was bored with her social life, which mostly involved drinks with her co-workers. She owned a woman's publishing house--her contribution to women's liberation. Her colleagues were alright but it was the same old talk, the same old pubs and quite frankly--they bored her. Evenings usually centred around bitching about the inadequacies of the men in their life, Polly's middle name was 'confidant'; being single she usually had a spare shoulder to cry on, and it was well used. She had it down to a fine art; they rarely truly wanted advice, only a dumping ground. So she had learned to listen and offer understanding, nothing more. Hell if it was her she'd want someone to tell her to either deal with it or leave and quit whining. She smiled to herself at this thought, easier said than done after all. She sighed, so glad she was to get a break from them. She'd handed over the reigns for a month and booked a ski holiday in Switzerland. She'd met a new crowd of people though lately, at her night class... she had decided to give painting a go and met some 'bohemian' types. Her new friends were different... alternative... exciting... they hinted at their escapades in fetish clubs, swinging parties, they were generally very pleasure orientated, and she was intrigued. Christ you only live once... she wanted to have some fun. And that is exactly what she was planning on doing when she returned from Switzerland. She was feeling daring, intrigued and excited. Turning into her driveway and turning off the ignition she sighed... home at last, time to pack. Polly placed one leg out of the door and a black gloved hand slammed onto her mouth smothering her mouth and locked around her neck dragging from the car. "You got the bitch?" she heard a voice a few feet away. "Oh yeah... I got her alright." said her captor with an evil laugh. She felt herself dragged backwards by the head... he cuffed her hands behind her back and stuffed a rag in her mouth before she had barely filled her lungs to scream and she was thrown into the back of the car. Her eyes almost popping out of her head with fear there was a large black man on her right and an even larger, very hairy disgusting looking man on her left. The gloved man was already speeding away from her driveway into the night. Dragged from the car by the chin she was bumped up 2 flights of stairs then stood outside of a very seedy looking apartment... looking through the open door she saw an outline of a figure against the lamp light. "You got her lads... nice job," she heard him say. "Yeah we got the little tart..." chuckled the hairy man. She was thrown into the room and landed on a crumpled heap on the floor barely able to see through her frightened tears. Her gag was removed and her scream was silenced by a kick in the stomach winding all life out of her. "Shut your fucking mouth bitch." She clutched her winded stomach in searing pain but did not dare open her mouth again. She saw his legs coming towards her, then crouched down to tilt his head and look at her inches away from her face. "Hello sweet Polly" he smiled at her. "YOU!" she could not help but spit out... at his face. "Yes my dear, I'm Jack and I'm verrrrrrrrrrry pleased to meet you." Then his fist was twisted in her hair, her head yanked back as he spoke. "I've been watching and admiring you at the supermarket and decided to see what you did with yourself when not shopping." He smiled at her his face inches from hers. "I've been following you for several weeks now and found out that you've decided to explore the wilder side of life by meeting new friends who profess to follow the hedonist way of life 'If it feels good then do it'. Well Polly this will all feel good to me, and perhaps in time to you as well. I paid those two fifty pounds each to bring you to me today and with me you'll stay until I tire of you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It's him. It's fucking him, was all I could think as his awful face barked at me and I desperately fought to breath. I was in agony but the fear was greater than the pain. He was going to kill me this was it, the end. I could barely see through my wet eyes as I swam in confusion and pain. I barely had time to comprehend his words when he picked me up by my hair dragging me as he spoke. "You may scream all that you wish here Polly. I own the building and right now you and I are the only ones in it. I've prepared a nice and quiet, sound proofed in fact, place for us to spend your month. Just you and I Polly for the entire time together and alone. In that month I'll teach you more about yourself than you've learned so far in your life and I'll open doors in your mind you didn't know or refused to admit to yourself were there. By the end of the month you'll be a different person. You'll be my Polly in every way imaginable." A month... he was going to keep me here for a month... god help me. He dragged me into an elevator then we were going down, I already felt imprisoned. I almost had my breath back and was just about to open my mouth to scream when he started again. "Polly, you hot looking little bitch, I told you that you could scream all that you wanted and so you may." I didn't hear what he said next, not that I was understanding him so far... I was going to get hurt, probably killed, I understood that much, and the fear took over as I screamed out, loud earth-shattering shrieks; I could hardly get my breath back enough between screams then he had my hair again, dragging me backwards shrieking and kicking. I already realised the futility of fighting him and wanted to hurt him so badly. The thud and bolt of a door and blackness turned my screams to whimpers. I stood, afraid to move pure fear running through my veins not daring to imagine what would happen next. "I'm now holding a straight razor in my hand Polly. They're also call 'cut throat' razors for one slip can cut a throat to the bone. I'm going to use it to remove all of your clothing here in the dark. I'll do it by touch and I strongly suggest that you not move one bit as I do, unless of course you want to be slit and sliced by accident that is." Oh my god... oh my god he's going to cut me. I jolted as his hand grabbed my shoulder then he was slicing through my clothing, every cold touch of the blade on my skin sending shudders through me as I wondered if this would be the one to cut my skin. Very quickly I was almost naked except for stockings and shoes, shivering and whimpering, my arms wrapped around myself in a vain attempt at protection. "Now you just wait a moment or two and I'll turn on the lights so I can see you and so that you can see your vacation home for the next month. I wouldn't walk around, you might hurt yourself, but it's up to you." Without further warning the lights came on, the shock hit me as I was blinded, blinking back tears furiously trying to regain my sight. Then I saw him. He was standing by a table with metal, leather and other things, what they were I had no idea but I knew it was bad. It was very fucking bad. Panic overtook, I just had to get out of here... please god don't let him hurt me. He was going to though, I was going to be very fucking hurt. "You... have to... let me... go," I whimpered through tears, shivering. "Please... or just kill me... and get it over with... I beg you. Please... please don't hurt me..." Then I was screaming again "Let me gooooooooooo just let me fucking goooooooooooo... " I bolted to the door and scratched hopelessly at the bolts screaming out in fear until I collapsed against the door sobbing, shaking and seriously fucked. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I sob collapsed against the door barely able to breath, my futile words escaping are barely audible gasps as I look up at him just standing there watching me. I already hate him with every bone in my body. His hand once again comes down to grab my hair. He leads me over to the table and before I have time to protest my head is thrust between his knees hard. Oh fuck... here we go. He clamps and locks something around my neck... it feels cold but soft and it is tight around my neck. Fuck he's gonna hang me. "JEEZUS CHRIIIIIST," I scream out; spitting and struggling uselessly as my hands are pulled high together between my shoulder blades... more clunk clipping and I can't use my hands anymore. "FUUUUUCKING HEEEEEEEELL," I am really screaming now as he drags me to the hanging bar. "NOOOOOOOO... PLEEEEEEEASE," I scream as he clips something to the thing around my neck then he is at the wall turning a lever. "Aggghrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," I am being choked, the chains are pulling me upright he's fucking hanging me. I think I am finally going to hang--my neck straining up on the toes of my stiletto shoes and my arms trapped agonisingly behind my back--when he stops turning. I am sweating so much with fear as he comes towards me, my eyes almost buldging from my skull in terror with no idea what he is going to do next. He picks up 2 more metal things and stands in front of me. "Give me your foot so I can cuff your ankle. You can do it willing Polly or after I've hurt you for disobeying, but you will do it either way." Is he kidding! He thinks I will just help him torture me? My leg comes back furiously aiming my sharp toe directly at his face. His arm moves out to catch my foot as he looks into my eyes and says softly, quietly, "Do remember what I told you about punishment for fighting or trying to hurt me in any way at all. Yell and scream at me all you wish, but become physical and you'll be screaming in agony as you're punished; no insults either Polly." "FUUUUCK!" I spit out another scream but he is still holding his hand out for my foot. "When I've done one, hand me the other foot." He says infuriatingly calmly. I stare at him spitting, hating him with my eyes then very slowly lift my foot up for him. His hand supports my leg and helps me maintain my balance as a leather lined steel cuff is locked around my ankle. He lets my foot go. "Now the other one Polly. By the way, did you know that you have a lovely pussy and cunt Polly? I did so enjoy the view of them both with your leg up like that." He laughs lewdly. "FUUUUCK!" I spit out another scream but he is still holding his hand out for my foot. "YOU FUCKING PRIIIIICK...." I scream out as he leers at me. A lovely pussy and cunt... the words would barely sink in. I shake my head. He was going to fucking molest me before killing me... "Oahhhhh Fuuuuuck..." I groan out as fresh tears begin to pour. My shoulders, neck and back are already in agony and it is all I can do to keep my balance on tip toes. Jeezus... he is still waiting for me to give him my other foot. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" I yell at him as he holds his hand out and in fury my foot comes back hard and he catches it. "FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!" He grabs my heel hard and yanks it out to the side exposing me. I loose balance but it nearly chokes me so I am forced to hop up and down on my remaining tiptoe trying to regain my balance as he speaks and cuffs my remaining limb. "FUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOU!" I scream out but it almost chokes me and turns into a whimper as he leers at me and tells me how it is going to be. "Look at yourself Polly, and know, that all of that, all of you is mine to use as I wish for the next month, for your entire vacation Polly, my slut and fucktoy to be." His free hand unbuttons his shirt as he speaks and opens his belt, the button on his trousers and the zipper that's concealing the large bulge that's stretching his trouser leg. OH MY GOD, he is taking his shirt off and unzipping himself, "NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO!" I manage to shout hoarsely hardly able to breath as he invades me with his eyes. "Just think Polly soon your cunt, your ass and in time even your mouth will feel my cock inside and cumming in all of those places and, I think, other places like your tits and face too. Like how my cock looks Polly," he asks as his hand grips it and squeezes to make the head swell. "How do you think you're cunt will like it Polly as it's fucked by it?" "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE" I spit from behind my teeth, refusing to even look at him as he drops his pants. It hurts to even speak as every muscle in my body is pulled taut. His fucking dick is out and pointing at me. I grimace and begin to retch, pools of vomit busting out of my throat but my neck is so strained I simply gag on it before being forced to swallow it again. I can't stop retching and all the while he is pointing it at me telling me what he was going to do to me. I intend to kill the bastard slowly and painfully if I ever get out of here. "If you need to empty your stomach go ahead. That's why the floor's tiled and there's a drain. I have a hose and brush to use to clean you up and also the floor afterward if it's needed," his voice is matter of fact, as if it doesn't concern him either way. I am still glaring at him as he talks about cleaning up my vomit as if he did this everyday of his miserable existance. Fucking prick. He comes back from the table with more torture devices and I start to flip, straining and pulling vainly hoping that I will somehow be released. "Now Polly I'm going to secure your feet to the floor so you can't kick. See how I try to help you avoid that agonizing punishment? Aren't I thoughtful?" I spit at him as best I can but make no attempt to answer him. He wants me to slide my foot out to the side to secure my feet, I get that much. Fucking psycho. I am starting to lose the plot and for a moment even considering doing as he asks but I can not be a facilitator in my own capture. The tears began to pour again as I try to shake my head desperately spitting out, "Fuck you asshole" from behind my teeth glaring at the prick and his offensive dick. "As you wish Polly," he speaks to me as if he is sorry for doing this, "but do remember I gave you the choices and you chose what's about to happen not me." I spit at him in disgust, then speak slowly and deliberately. "YOU have kidnapped me. You have hung me up like a piece of fucking meat and now you are going to torture me? And that is supposed to be my fucking FAULT! You are deranged... FUCKED IN THE HEAD... do you hear me!!!" The fucker just keeps right on talking. "You're ass will be flogged 10 times across both cheeks at the same time. Then, Polly, each of your breasts will also be flogged ten times each individually." He moves around to my side and I hear the swish swish of leather as he aims. I am sweating with fear and in severe agony already. Every muscle in my body is pulled taught and spasmed in fear. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream desperately as the first strike hits. Heat and pain beyond comprehension flood through me and my tears come in hurt angry gasps. Ten times. Ten lashes, and the pain increases with each one. Each lash brings a scream more desperate than the last but the mental agony of not being able to protect myself is worse. Finally he is finished and moves back to stand in front of me again. My words come barely audibly from my sob racked body. "Please, no more, I beg you, please, no more, I can't take it, just kill me and get it over with, please don't lash me again, I beg you..." The words sting me harder than any lash can, my pride hurts harder than the firey pain flooding through my body. I look at him through tear filled eyes, quivering in pain and coldness. "Jack... please..." "Polly consider that your first lesson and, hopefully for your sake, the last one you'll have to get for disobeying me, speaking less than respectfully to me, or trying to escape or harm me in any way at all. Because if it isn't I promise you the next will last much longer and hurt worse than you've just felt. That said Polly," he says as he walks back to the wall and loosens the cable slightly holding me too straight as he continues, "slide your feet nice and wide apart and hold them there until I've fastened them in place. If you refuse to obey again the pain will begin again Polly and as I promised you harder and longer this time." My head drops in relief that the same pain is not to be imparted to my sensitive breasts and tears of relief roll down my cheeks as he turns the lever and takes some of the strain from my pained body. "slide your feet nice and wide apart and hold them there until I've fastened them in place." Damn he is still ordering me about, this isn't over, not by a long shot. My immediate reaction is to kick the fucker in the teeth but the sting of the lash is too fresh in my memory to risk it, or whatever else he may do to me. "NOW DO IT!" I jump at the sudden harshness in his voice, then, hating him with my eyes I begin to slowly move my legs apart. I can't fucking do this! How can I be an accessory in my own capture! The tears of resentment flood my face and breasts as I act in the only way I can see to keep myself from further harm. My legs are far apart now, and the tension is back, my head held high by the collar and my genitals exposed. The word vulnerable doesn't even come close to how I feel right now, with that pervert staring at me, his dick pointing at me and the dreaded flogger in his hand. "Good girl Polly and I must say you do look lovely standing like that." CHRIST he couldn't be more infuriating if he tried. I gare at him furiously. I strain in anger as he fastens my legs down. Every bone in my body wants to kick the fucker in the teeth but my raw backside forbids me to risk more pain. He walks back to the table and puts down the flogger picking up a towel covered tray in one hand and a very short legged stool. Returning to where I'm hanging he sets the tray on the floor then the stool and takes a seat right in front of my open pussy. He looks at it, up at my tits above him then a bit past them into my eyes. "Now Polly it's time for a lesson in personal grooming. I prefer a shaved pussy and that's what you'll have for the next month, a completely hairless pussy. You'll find out soon how much more sensitive you are that way Polly." Polly's Vacation Ch. 01 "Now you have another choice to make," he says removing the towel to reveal clippers, a straight razor and a bowl of steaming water and shaving cream. On the tray is also a large and small pair of tweezers. "I can pluck it all out, orrrr I can trim the hair and shave it with the straight razor. Which way do you prefer I do it; pluck or shave?" "What? Why the fuck are you doing this? What difference does it make? If you are going to kill me just fucking do it prick. Have you lost the fucking plot or something?" I spit out furiously. I see something in his eyes change as I speak and my eyes are drawn to the flogger he has layed down. I look back at him and speak slowly. "The razor." My eyes drop and fresh tears spring up. I already shave my bikini line so I know it doesn't hurt... and something tells me that he doesn't intend to cut me... not yet at least. The thought of every single hair being plucked turns my blood cold however. "The razor." I say again as my body racks in confused sobs. He stands, "so it will be, but first a lesson in speaking respectfully to me slutty Polly." "NOOOOOOO!" I scream out as he picks up the flogger again, then I begin to sob as he moves towards me with it. "Please... noooo... AGHRRRR!" My pleas are silenced as he strikes my breast replaced by a scream. The sting is like fire, burning through my breast. A tail strikes my nipple causing me to strain away from him and side to side as I fight to cope with the pain. Then without further warning the other breast is struck. "NOOOOOOOO! Pleaaaaaaaase stooooooop!" I scream through tears as the pain doubles in intensity. Thrashing my torso around in a vain attempt to escape the fire I watch him as he moves back and speaks. ""You will call me either Sir or Master from now on for the month Polly. Anything else and you'll be screaming again as the lesson is taught more harshly." I am immobile and helpless and struggling with feelings I had not known existed; fear, imprisonment, pain, torture... how long will it go on I wonder before he finally puts me out of my misery. Sobbing I try to answer, "Why are you doing this to me... please... just let me go... I want to go home..." I have barely finish speaking when his hand comes back hard and strikes my breasts again. *Hissssss* *Thwap!* "FUUUUUUUUUUCK NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I can hear my own screams reverberating around the room, fresh tears barely form before he strikes again. *Hisssssss* *Thwap!* "JEEEEEEZUS STOOOOOOOOOOOP!" My body is racked with convulsive sobs but there is no escape... the pain is unbearable but I have no choice but to accept it. The collar around my neck feels like it is choking me, my legs are shaking from the unnatural position... I think they might soon go numb and my back is in agony with my hands pulled up high behind my back. Writhing to try and escape the pain I scream out once again as I realise this is not going to go away. Then he is speaking again... my screams turn to sobs as I try to understand what he is saying. "It seems you forgot something Polly. Do you need more reminders of how to address me?" "Nooooo... no more reminders please... I will call you whatever it takes... which is?" shit I've forgotten. "As for your question, it's a reasonable one. I was first attracted to you in the store where you shop. I'd dropped in the first time for something for supper and saw you there." "Wh... wh... wh... WHAT? You've been STALKING me? Jeeeezus!" Fresh tears spring as I realise that even shopping is not safe these days. ''I made it a point to shop there, although it's out of my way, after that in hopes of striking up a conversation to see if I thought you'd be suitable. I did and you are." "SUITABLE??? Suitable for what?!? Torture? Rape? Murder? Fucking hell you really are a psycho" My fury is evident. "You're intelligent, can be polite and are drop dead attractive with a wonderful body, as we both can now see." "Wh.. what? Is that supposed to be a COMPLEMENT?? Have you any idea what you are DOING to me? You're ruining my life! MY life... have you got that? Not yours so you can act out your perverted little fantasies? Do you hear me? I am a person goddamit! I had a life..." I am sobbing again as I realise I am wasting my breath. "So I decided that you'd be mine and now, for the next month, you will be just that. Mine, all mine to do with and use for my pleasure in any way I wish." "F... for the month? You mean you are going to let me go?" He isn't going kill me... That's all I can think... if I can just keep some semblance of sanity I might be able to re-build my life when I get away from him. "Obey and it won't be a bad as you think. Do otherwise and I'll enjoy your screams. Yes Polly, hurting women it exciting and arousing to me. I'm a bit of a sadist you see." Obey... I just have to obey... can I do this? I seriously doubt it... but it may be my only hope... there is no reasoning with psychos... I know that much. Then he is kneeling in front of my pussy with the scissors. "Ohhhh god pleeeassse..." I barely have time to take in one thing when he does something else to me... I'm starting to feel confused and unreal. He pulls and tortures me as he cuts... so roughly as though I am a piece of meat. What on earth have I done to deserve this... I've always tried to be a good person... I don't hurt people... why me... why is this happening to me My eyes start to roll in my head, the collar cutting into me. I need to drink... "please... can I have some water..." I barely whisper. Jack cuts all of my pubic hair until it is no more than stubble. The shame on my face is painful as my legs are spread in front of his face, his horrible breath on me and I note that he is actually enjoying this bastard. He doesn't give me a drink, instead he speaks angrily and say's I am to call him Sir or Master. He just keeps piling on the humiliation and I think I may run out of tears. "I will not tolerate anything like that from now on Polly." Oh god his hand comes back again, *Hisssss* *Thwap!* "AGHHRRRRRRRRRRR!" the flogger swipes angrily at my belly. *Hisssss* *Thwap!* "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" a sharp painful strike under my breasts. *Hisssss* *Thwap!* "FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDDD!" he whipped my pussy he actually hit my pussy. The racking sobs consume my body before a hazy shudder and my vision goes, my head dropping. "Hissss* *Thwack!* across both ass cheeks "What will you call me from now on slut? How will you refer to me each time you speak to me?" He asks as the hanging tails of the flogger await. "S S S Sir... Sir or Master... may I have some water Sir" I manage to whisper. He lays the flogger over his shoulder, tails down his back, handle hanging down his chest and walks to the table, pouring a glass full of water and brings it to me. "Very good Polly. Now say both again for your drink and tell me that you're my slut for the month to come. Do as you're told and get the drink you want. Disobey and feel the flogger's leather tails on you again. You choose, reward or punishment slut, which will be your name for the next month by the way." In a pained haze of unreality all I can think is I need a drink and that I can't bare being flogged again. "Master... may I have a drink please Sir..." I would say anything he wanted at this moment in time just for the pain to stop and for a drink. "Please... Sir..." My head is unsteady and I'm really not sure where I am. "Good girl," he says smiling into my eyes. "Here's your drink." The rim of the glass is placed against my full lower lip and Jack tips the glass so I can sip the icy cold water bit by bit, some drips and dribbles fall to my bare breasts, then down them to my open pussy. "Thankyou Sir." The water is like nectar to me, and the relief of my thirst being quenched seems to take my mind off the hot stripes covering my body and the pain of being in such an unnatural position. "So, what next... Sir...." I remembered, thank god, "am I to stay like this for the month? Or will I be released from these restraints?" "You'll stay there and like that for now." I groan... I am in so much pain and my legs have gone numb... my whole body is tensed in agony. "Before sleep tonight you'll experince our first and second sexual times together and that place and position is just fine for that... slut." Oh my god! He IS going to rape me. I began to cry again. "However, before then I'm going to shave your pussy so that there's not a bit of stubble remaining anywhere on it or your ass." Another groan escapes my lips as he puts a hot cloth on me... but all I can feel is the pain of my tensed position and firey striped body. He holds the cloth and rubs to soften the stubble. When the cloth begins to cool he squirts some shaving cream into his palm and spreads it all over my crotch, thighs and around my ass. When he's rinsed his hand and dried it he picks up the straight razor, opens it and says, "Hold very still slut, unless of course you want to be sliced or to loose a pussy lip that is." I groan in incomprehensible fear listening to his words and watching the blade. His empty hand stretches my skin. The cold steel of the razor touches my hot skin and slides towards my pussy leaving behind a long swath of skin with not a speck of hair behind its path. "Very good slut, now continue to keep very still and there'll be no problem, nor any cuts." More scraping, pulling and twisting and I am finally bare. I watch in relief as he stands back as if to admire his handiwork. "Pretty Polly with a nice smooth cunt all ready for me..." his smile quickly turns to the most awful look I have ever seen in my life and my pained mind cannot even begin to imagine the horrors he has in store for me.