1 comments/ 44729 views/ 18 favorites Toys and Torment By: reannaking I had been working at a local gas station for only about three months. The pay wasn’t all that great, but it was good enough to help me to afford to make payments on the car and still have a little left over. Also, the station was only a few miles from my home, so I could ride my bike there and get a little well-needed exercise. The only bad part about it was on some nights I had to work late, and didn’t return home until after midnight. On that particular night, we hadn’t had much business all day. Therefore I certainly didn’t expect anyone to come in when it was well past 11:00 pm. It was lonely after everybody else there had left, so I had brought my portable CD player to break up the monotony. It wasn’t the most exciting thing to do, but it would at least keep me entertained until my shift was over. I was so absorbed in my music I didn’t hear the door opening. When I heard a click, I finally looked up. There, just in front of the counter, was a man in a ski mask, pointing a gun at me. It startled me so much I backed away from the counter, causing my CD player to crash onto the floor. I backed all the way up into the shelves of cigarettes behind me. A couple of packs fell to the floor. “Get your hands up,” the man said in a gravelly whisper. I could tell that he wouldn’t hesitate to use that gun. I was feeling rather faint and my heart was beating up in my throat as I slowly raised my hands above my head. “What—“ “Quiet. Just do what I tell you and you’ll be fine.” There was a short pause. “Nod your head if you understand me.” Almost terrified beyond the capability for any rational thought, I blankly nodded my head. The man nodded slightly. “There’s a good girl.” He tossed me a bag. “Now give me all the money in that cash register.” I took the bag and opened the register… and winced. The lack of business lately made it so that there wasn’t much in the register. Still, I took everything that was in there and put it in the bag. When I handed the bag over to him, I noticed that my arm was shaking. He looked in the bag. “Is that all there is?” A squeak escaped my lips. “We… haven’t had much business lately.” He growled and raised his gun again. “There’s gotta be more money in this place. And you’re going to tell me where it is, aren’t you?” I felt my throat going dry. “There’s… a safe where we keep all the money we’ve earned in the past week… it’s in the back room.” The man reached over the counter and grabbed my arm. The sudden movement made me yelp in surprise. “Then we’re just going to have to go get it, won’t we?” I stared at him with wide eyes. I could feel my throat go dry. “Won’t we?!” He shook my arm roughly. I nodded. He came around behind the counter and grabbed me again. “If I don’t get some real money, I’ll be very disappointed,” he said, sounding like a parent talking to his child. He looked around until his eyes rested on the door leading to the back room. He jerked my arm and pulled me over to it. The back room was a mess; it always has been. It was filled with freezers and refrigerators and boxes filled with products used to restock the shelves. “Turn the light on.” I reached over and flicked a switch. Slowly, the light flickered on. “Now,” he growled. “Where’s that safe?” “In the back,” I barely squeaked out. We waded through boxes, the robber sometimes kicking boxes aside. I almost told him to cut it out, but I realized that I was in no position to tell him what to do. At last we reached the back of the room. I felt dizzy as I led him over to the safe and opened it up. To my horror, there was nothing inside. “Well, well… there’s nothing in here.” He turned to glare at me. I could feel tears welling up. “They… must have emptied it…” His eyes narrowed through the ski mask. “I’m not leaving this place empty handed… I’ll just have to take something else instead.” He said this almost thoughtfully. Maybe I could get out of this alive after all. “What do you want?” “You.” The word resounded in my ears like bells tolling. My jaw dropped and I could feel my eyes going wide. “No…” I half whispered, half whimpered. “Quiet!” He pointed the gun straight at me. “Get down on your stomach!” His words seemed distant… everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Still, I obeyed him and lay on my stomach. A moment later I felt him sit down on my upper legs. Looking to my side, I saw something hit the floor—a backpack he had been wearing. I hadn’t noticed it earlier. I heard the zipper being undone. “I like to be prepared for any situation,” he whispered. Some Boy Scout he was, then. He grasped my arms and positioned them so my left and was touching the inside of my right elbow, and my right hand was touching the inside of my left elbow. He then proceeded to tie my arms like that. At that sensation of being restrained, I struggled from under him. He shook me roughly. “Stop struggling!” he hissed. He finished up tying my arms. That done, he turned around and began tying my ankles together with more rope. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. To me, this was always the thing you read about in the newspaper or heard about on the news. And I had always been somewhat attracted by bondage and some of my fantasies have even been a bit like this. But I never imagined that it could ever really happen. He finished tying me up and turned me over onto my back. I winced at the weight being put on my arms. He took something out of his backpack. “Open your mouth,” he whispered. So he was going to gag me now. I really didn’t want that. I stared at him, my mouth clamped shut. “Come on now, open up,” he said coaxingly. Before I knew what was happening, he thrust his hand up my shirt and squeezed one of my nipples. There was no need for the sudden movement; I couldn’t have stopped him anyway, but the touch sent a little jolt of ecstasy through me. Appalled and frightened, my mouth flew open involuntarily to let out a moan of protest. He immediately stuffed a cloth into it. “Mmmmphh…. Rrrrrphhhh!!!” I moaned into the cloth. The thing was just too big to spit out. “So,” the man said as he removed a roll of duct tape from his pack. “How much do you think your parents will pay to get you back?” He tore off a few strips and put them over my mouth. I tried to resist, but all I could do was turn my head a little, but that didn’t help me much. The terrible reality of the situation hit me like an oncoming car, and I began struggling and trying to scream through the gag. Hearing my voice muffled like that panicked me even more. My captor seemed amused by this. “Sorry, I can’t understand you… you’ve got something in your mouth.” He put the last strip of tape over my eyes. “Sorry about this,” he said, “but I’m starting to get sweaty under this mask.” I heard him remove his ski mask. “That’s better… now, let’s get out of here.” “Nnnnphhh!!! Mmmm!!!” I thrashed against my ropes. Of course, the struggling did nothing more than tire me out. I felt myself being picked up and carried out of the room with me cradled in his arms like a baby. I figured we were near the counter when he stopped walking. “You got a purse in that duffel bag there, sweety?” he purred into my ear. I let out a muffled whimper. It came out as nothing more than the mewling of a kitten. I really didn’t want him looking in there. I had stopped at the store where I get my sex toys on the way to my shift and bought a few new things. To my dismay, I felt myself being set onto the floor, and a few seconds later, I heard the bag being unzipped. I heard a chuckle. “You like bondage, eh?” he said. I felt a hand stroking my hair. “Then I guess you’re really loving this, huh?” “Mmmm…” I moaned. I could feel myself blushing as I writhed in my bonds at his touch. I heard another zipper being undone. “I think I’ll take these toys along too. Maybe you and I can have some fun later on.” Oh, no. I shook my head. “Nnnmm!” He chuckled lightly again. “You know, a bound and gagged girl is much better than money any day.” I felt myself being picked up and carried out the door. The cool evening air hit me like a wave. I didn’t struggle much, because if he dropped me now, it would be onto the hard blacktop. There was a short walk, and then I was put down onto the ground as he opened up his car. I heard what I assumed to be the opening of double doors in the back of a van. Then I was set inside. Then the doors closed, and a few seconds later my kidnapper opened his driver’s side door and got in. I could feel him close to me. Apparently there was no separation between the back part of the van and the front seats. “I’m going to take your gag off now, so we can chat a bit. Would you prefer that I rip it off quickly or peel it off slowly?” “Mmmph mm rrrphhh…” He laughed. I hated that laugh. “Oh, that’s right, you can’t speak until I actually take the gag off,” he said as if he had actually forgotten that. “I’ll just have to guess.” I felt him take hold of the corner of the tape covering my mouth. I braced myself. However he removed the tape, it would hurt either way. He ripped it away in one quick motion. I screamed from the pain. “Oops, sorry.” I heard him turn around and start the engine. “Now,” he said as I felt the car begin to move. “What’s your name?” I thought a moment. Should I tell him my name? Well, why not? If he intended to hold me for ransom, he would need to know my name. My throat was still dry, but I managed to get it out. “Well, -name-, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I almost growled in frustration. “Your ropes aren’t too tight, are they?” I could think of lots of smart-mouthed replies to this question, but as good a mood as my captor appeared to be in now, I didn’t think that would be a good idea. “They’re a little uncomfortable.” “Oh. Sorry about that. I’ll tie you in a more comfortable position when we get home.” It was weird. He seemed so disgruntled when I first met him. I thought about what he said. This guy was a person just like me; therefore I could talk to him rationally. I shifted my position so I wasn’t laying on top of my arms. “So… you’re going to hold me for ransom then?” “That’s right. However, I am a bit of a bondage fan too, so you’ll be tied the whole time. I’m no rapist, but I might feel compelled to… play with you a bit. After all, it’s not every day a guy gets to kidnap a girl, eh? If you’re going to do something like that, you may as well have fun with it.” I groaned. I failed to see the logic behind his reasoning. “Now, -name-, you’re in no position to protest. You’ll be able to complain and scream and struggle all you like, but none of it will do you any good. If you can learn to relax, you might even end up enjoying this.” “No way,” I said, my voice quivering. I still hadn’t quite given up hope on my bonds. My struggling earlier had been panicked thrashing, but now I was almost calmly working at them, trying to get some slack in the ropes. He chuckled. “We’ll see.” Who did this guy think he was? “Do you like music? How about I turn on the radio?” I didn’t know what to say. After a moment, I stammered. “O… okay.” I really wished that I didn’t have to be blindfolded. I heard the radio turn on… louder than I usually like it. I recognized the station as the station that was always playing in my family’s car, a classic rock station. He began humming long to the song that was playing, which happened to be one of my favorite Van Halen songs. The song always made me feel kind of good inside… but probably whenever I heard it after this, it would remind me of this night. I rolled my eyes at the thought. We drove on for some time before I actually began to wonder exactly where we were headed. There was little chance I would ever get the opportunity to find out, though. Suddenly, I heard his voice from the driver’s seat. “Hey, I’ve got an idea.” I was almost too afraid to ask. “W… what?” I felt the car pulling over to the side of the road. The driver’s side door opened and closed, then I heard the back doors opening and him climbing into the back. “I’ll bet you’re bored back here.” I tried to see what he was getting at and failed. I heard him digging around in his backpack. “Ah, here it is.” “What!” I asked, more of an exclamation than a question. I desperately wished that I could see. Maybe he was after one of the “toys” I had bought earlier today. The ball gag? The S&M mask? Or could it be the… I felt the button on my jeans being tugged open, then my zipper being pulled down. I gasped and tried to pull away. My horror increased as I felt my jeans and underwear being pulled down to my knees. Cold air hit my crotch. I shivered. “W… what are you doing?” I cried out. I heard a loud buzzing and moaned. It was the remote controlled vibrator I had bought. I wished then that I hadn’t bothered to get batteries for it right away. “No…” I said. “Come on now, don’t be stubborn.” He took hold of my upper left leg and with the other hand started rubbing my clit, sending tingling, almost electric charges through me. I yelped and struggled as much as my bonds would allow. “Stop! Stoppit!” He tsked. “Now, you have a choice here, -name-. Either I shove that thing up your pussy while it’s still dry, or I get the juices flowing so it goes in easier.” I sighed. He was right about that. Besides, I really didn’t have much of a choice. As long as I was tied up, he was free to touch me however he wanted. I lay there and tolerated his rubbing and prodding. There I was, victim of a robbery-turned-kidnapping, tied up and molested in the back of a cold van. I just couldn’t believe it. But, he stopped at long last. That wasn’t the end of it, though. I felt the already vibrating vibrator being slowly shoved into my pussy. I groaned. I have another vibrator at home, and simply inserting it into my pussy never does all that much. I realized then that that was probably because I was doing it to myself. When my captor inserted it in, the effect was far more intense. “There you are. That should keep you entertained until we get home,” he said, pulling my pants back up. He gave my left breast a squeeze before heading back up front. I was already bucking in my ropes when he got back into the driver’s seat and started the car again. Sure, I had done things like this to myself before… but to become sexually aroused in front of someone else was extremely embarrassing. I didn’t want to give the impression that I might be enjoying myself. “How’s it going back there?” he called back, followed by that annoying chuckle. I was becoming increasingly aroused by the combination of the vibrator and the ropes. All I could get out were a few moans and grunts. “Enjoying yourself? Good!” he called back cheerfully. I let out a long, frustrated scream. His taunts were only making it worse. I could feel an orgasm building deep inside. Trying to hold it in only made the tingling sensation more intense. I didn’t realize how much I had been grunting and crying out until the orgasm released. It hit me like a brick wall—I let out a high-pitched shriek. Another scream came, and another, as I thrashed uncontrollably. I was afraid I might hurt myself, but I couldn’t stop it. Slowly, it wound down until I was left panting and moaning. “Slow down, hon. Save some for later.” I could feel a wetness in my underwear. I had come into them. And still the vibrator continued to vibrate away. “Turn it off! Please, turn it off!” I pleaded. To my surprise and relief, the vibrating stopped. Even so, I could still f eel it pushing inside me. “There you are,” I heard him say from up front. “I wouldn’t want you to wear yourself out. Don’t worry. We’re almost home.” “No, let me go!” That only earned me a chuckle from up front. Well, I wasn’t seriously hoping that he would let me go. I thought back to all those bondage stories I had read in the past. If this was just words on paper, I would be getting turned on, but still safe and sound --and free—in my house. I sighed. There really was nothing to do but wait until we arrived at our destination… wherever that might be. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” I heard my captor’s voice say. My eyes narrowed, forming little wrinkles in the duct tape over my eyes. The guy tied me up, pulled down my pants and molested me with my own vibrator, and then asks me if I mind if he asks me a personal question? “Sure, why not?” I growled. “Are you a virgin?” I groaned. Oh no, he asked if I was a virgin. That can’t be good. “Yes, I am, why?” My mouth was becoming sore from the orgasmic screaming I had been doing. I had screamed like I had never screamed before; so it was no wonder it hurt so much. There was a pause. “Just wondering.” “I want to go home,” I muttered, realizing immediately afterward that it sounded really pouty. “What? You’re not having a good time? Whatever could be wrong?” He was mocking me again. “No I am not!” Why did I bother? How do you argue with a kidnapper, especially such a cocky one? “And why not, my precious?” I almost moaned again. Now he was onto calling me precious… “I’m cold, I’m wet, I have a sore throat, I’m uncomfortably bound and blindfolded, and above all, I’m very very scared!” Tears were filling my eyes, soaking the tape. “Well, you’ll be home eventually, assuming your parents are able to pay the ransom. Until then,” he said, “I can give you something for that sore throat.” I wriggled around. The fluids in my underwear were beginning to irritate my crotch. Not only that, but they were beginning to smell bad, too. “Well, how far is where we’re going?” My tears were soaking my blindfold enough to where I figured I might be able to rub it off. I started rubbing on the floor of the van, hoping to make a corner of the tape catch on something. “Can’t wait to get to the fun eh? There’s the spirit. Don’t worry, it won’t be too long.” I could have screamed at him, but instead I worked at my blindfold. At last, a corner of tape caught on the floor. With a little careful coaxing, the tape came off easily, albeit painfully. At last, I was able to look around. Of course, it was dark, so I couldn’t see much. The back of the van was well equipped. You could almost live back here. There was a big cooler in a corner, and the spot where I was laying was fixed up like a bed—how appropriate. I looked up toward the front of the van. Even in the dim light, I could see that it was a mess up there. There were crumpled up fast food bags and soft drink cups. I could barely see that the glove compartment was hanging open from the bulge of maps and papers inside. “Don’t you ever clean this place?” I asked. Immediately, I realized my mistake. Now he would know that I was no longer blindfolded. He almost looked back, but then seemed to stop himself so I wouldn’t see his face. “My, you’re a slippery one, aren’t you?” He sounded slightly irritated. After a few minutes, the van began to slow down. After a sluggish turn, the van stopped. All was silent for a moment, before my captor spoke. “We’re here, hon.” He reached over and pulled his ski mask on. He got out of the van and came around to the back. When he opened the door, I was hit by a rush of cold air. It actually felt kind of nice, since I was getting so sweaty and hot lying there in my ropes. He climbed into the back of the van. “Let’s get that gag back on, now,” he said. He pulled out his handy dandy roll of duct tape again and began laying strips over my mouth again. After he was done with that, he once again laid a strip over my eyes. “Mmmphh, nnrrphh… mm…” You have no idea how frustrating it is trying to speak through a gag. “That’s nice, sweets.” “MMPHHH!!! RRPPHHMRRPHH!!” Had I not been blindfolded I would have glared at him angrily. I really was sick of his attitude and his calling me by affectionate names. But then, it was better than calling me bitch, whore, and things like that. At least it didn’t sound like he means me any real physical harm, despite the use of the gun earlier. Toys and Torment I felt myself being picked up again and carried. Soon I could feel that we were indoors. I could barely see a light coming on through my blindfold. I groaned lightly. “Now, where should I put you?” he asked, almost as if he were truly asking me. “Mmphhh…” Not the bed, not the bed, oh please, not the bed… “The bed? Well, if you insist.” I hated that guy. I really did. “MMMMMMMphhh…” I felt myself being carried further, and then finally set down on a soft surface, which I assumed to be a bed. At least I would be comfortable. “Now, you said that those ropes were uncomfortable? Why don’t we fix that now?” He turned me over on my stomach and began untying my arms. Once they were untied, I could feel him stretch my right arm out at about a forty-five-degree angle toward the bedpost, and then something wrap around my wrist. When he let go of it, I found my wrist strapped to the post. He did the same with my other arm. Then he got off me and untied my ankles. He then spread them apart very far and strapped them to the bedposts. The classic spread-eagle position. Oh goodie. “How’s that? Better?” “Mmmphhh…” “Good.” There was a pause. “It’s really late. Why don’t we both get some sleep?” Between the bondage and the situation I was in, I didn’t think I would ever be able to get to sleep. However, I have often surprised myself. Or was he going to… There was a long pause. I didn’t hear him saying or doing anything. Suddenly I felt a wet cloth being pressed on my nose. I knew it must have been soaked in chloroform. I didn’t have a choice. It was either breathe it in or suffocate myself. Slowly, I inhaled it through my nose. “There’s a good girl,” my captor said softly. “Sweet dreams, precious.” I drifted into a deep sleep, still unable to believe the awful situation I was in, and still kind of believing I would wake up and it would have been just a dream. I woke up the next morning to the sound of thunder and lightning. I figured then, it must be storming out. There were no windows in the room, but I could hear rain pattering on the roof. My captor had put a blanket over me, but I could feel that under that blanket, I was now completely naked. This was confirmed by the pile of clothes laying in a corner of the room—my clothes. The jewelry I had been wearing had also been taken off and was laying on a night stand next to the bed. Then I remembered that I had been blindfolded when I had fallen asleep. My captor must have taken it off. I also noticed that I wasn’t gagged anymore. I heard a creak to my far right. I looked over and saw the kidnapper coming in through the door, wearing the mask again. “How was your sleep?” “I’ve had better… who do you think you are, anyway?” The man chuckled. “I mean it!” He walked over and with one quick motion, he whisked the blanket off me. Yup, I was naked. I felt my face go red. “What are you blushing for?” he asked. “Let me go!!” I cried, pulling uselessly at my restraints. I wanted to be anywhere but there. “Why? We haven’t even had any fun yet.” I didn’t want to have fun, or anything, for that matter, with him. “What are you going to do?” My captor smiled. “Well,” he said. “I think it would be a bad idea to rape you… as much as I would enjoy it. I'm just going to have a little fun. And get this, -name-. You're not going to get hurt, you're not going to lose your virginity, and you'll be home eventually. And I know now how much you love bondage. So you don't have to worry. Just relax and enjoy." I cringed, expecting him to start groping me. Instead, he sighed. “Unfortunately, I gotta go run some errands and I won’t be back for a few hours. So I’ve worked out a way to keep you entertained until I come back.” He smiled and pulled out a thing that looked like a leather chastity belt from under the bed. With me spread out, he had no trouble slipping it on me. I had to admit, the leather felt nice. The belt had a small built-in butt plug and a dildo. I blushed in embarrassment as he stuck it in. There was something else, though. I could feel something pressing against my clit. Then he got out a rope and went about working it around my chest so it was tied above and below my breasts, squeezing them so they bulged. I looked up at my captor’s masked face, just before he slipped a blindfold on me. The realization that I was being forced into sexual arousal in front of a stranger crept into my mind again. He got out a small black box with switches on it—a remote control. One by one, he flicked on each of the switches. I waited in anticipation, but nothing happened. “Have fun!” he said cheerfully, and left. I lay there, not sure what to expect. Suddenly, the dildo started vibrating. This dildo was a bit more accurately shaped and much bigger than the vibrator my kidnapper had used on me earlier. Still, I was able to stand that until the little knob against my clit started vibrating too. That was where I had always used my vibrator at home. I gave a loud moan. There was no one there to hear me anyway. I knew it was useless trying to free myself, but after a few minutes of that, I would have done anything to have relieved myself of those vibrators. I just had to get free… I’d do anything just to get myself free… I couldn’t help it. I screamed in frustration. That scream, unfortunately, was the last straw, and I had an incredible orgasm. I screamed until I was hoarse and thrashed in my bonds. During one last long scream, I came all over the bed. Just then, I heard a “click” sound…then another, followed by more clicking sounds. I could see flashes of light from behind my blindfold. I felt the blindfold ripped off and came face to masked face with my captor. I glared at him. “I thought you had to go somewhere.” “I lied,” he said, holding up what had been making all the clicking noises—a Polaroid camera. “That’s one for the album!” he grinned. I glared at him in rage. “I HATE YOU!” I screamed, making my sore throat worse. “Hey now. I’ll need at least one of these to send to your parents.” My parents seeing me like this? “You wouldn’t do that!” He shrugged. “I have to prove to them that I actually have you, right?” “With a picture of me in mid-orgasm?” He shrugged, smiling. He held up one of the pictures, perhaps to see how well it was developing. “This turned out good. Look.” He held up the picture. “I don’t wanna see it!” I shut my eyes. “Suit yourself,” I heard himself say. I opened my eyes again—to see the picture that he was still holding up. I growled. “I hate you…” “That’s soon to change.” My captor winked at me. He put a hand on my right breast and gave it a squeeze. “Ugh! Cut that out!” “Hmm…” he smiled, beginning to rub the nipple, sending jolts of ecstasy into me. I struggled uselessly. “Stoppit!” I felt the straps strain as I pulled at them. But I knew that no amount of pulling would break them. My captor moved around to sit between my spread legs. I looked at him from behind my breasts, which bulged from their bondage. I could see him moving his arm, but to where I didn’t know until I felt his finger slide into my vagina. “Ehh!! Get out of there!” He laughed and slipped a second finger in and started wriggling them around. He reached out his other hand and began rubbing my clitoris with his thumb. I let out an involuntary groan. I wasn’t sure how much more stimulation I could take. He leaned over and whispered into my ear. “I told you you’d enjoy this.” “Uhhhhh…” I heard myself moan. “Stop… please…” I felt his lips press gently to my neck. I was powerless to stop him as he moved on down to my chest. He gave each of my breasts a gentle kiss. Then his tongue darted out to lick the nipple of my left breast. He licked it rhythmically, paying no attention to my moans and protests, teasing it in little circles. He moved down to my bellybutton, leaving a film of saliva behind. Ever so slowly, the warm wetness moved down to my crotch. He pulled his hands away and began licking my clit, lapping up the juices that were now flowing so readily. “No… no more… I’m tired…” He sat up. “Tired? Already? Maybe you’d like to be chloroformed again.” No! I didn’t want that. I told him so. “If you don’t… then tell me that you want me to make you come.” I knew that it would somehow come to this. I couldn’t give in. “No way!” I would never give him the satisfaction. “Well, okay then…” He reached over to the nightstand for that dreaded chloroform bottle. I pulled at my restraints. “No, no!!” He stopped. “Well?” I lay there in silence. After a moment, he got out the cloth and dabbed some of that foul-smelling liquid onto it. “No, don’t!” He looked at me, smiling. When I said nothing, he held the cloth to my face. Panicked, I said, “Make me come…” He pretended to be shocked. “What? What did you say?” “M… make me come.” “I can’t hear you!” He said in falsetto. “MAKE ME COME!” I winced. He had me so focused on actually saying it that he made me forget what I was actually saying. He looked at me in surprise. “Well! If you insist!” He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed my vibrator and a new toy I hadn’t seen before—a strap-on dildo. He lifted me up enough to strap it on. “Look,” he said. “the strap has a little hole for the clitoris.” “How nice…” I muttered sarcastically. “I thought you’d like that.” He took the vibrator and turned it on at top speed. A loud buzzing filled the air. He held the tip to my clit. “AAHHH!” I moaned loudly. My clit was so sensitive from previous stimulation that it probably wouldn’t take much to drive me to another orgasm. “Mmm,” my captor murmured. “I see you’re enjoying yourself.” He leaned forward to suck on my right breast. When he leaned over, the tip of the vibrator slid around off my clit. “UHH!” I groaned. He continued to lick and suck at my breasts while moving the vibrator around at my clit. All the while, the huge dildo was putting pressure on the wall of my vagina. Plus he was making the most annoying “mmm” sounds as he licked. I couldn’t take it anymore. “LET ME GO!!” I screamed, tugging at the straps. At that moment, I felt an oncoming orgasm begin to build up. He paused a moment. “Let you go?” He paused… then laughed hysterically. I’d never heard him laugh like that before. It was really scary. He doubled pace of licking and sucking. “Ohhhhhhhh…” I moaned. “Heh, heh,” he smiled. With his left hand he took me by the back of the head and kissed me full on the lips. “MMMM!!!” I protested as his hand slipped down to rub a nipple. The orgasm continued to build. “Ahhh…. Ahhh…” I groaned. He slipped down and turned his full attention to the vibrator. “EEEEEYAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” Ecstasy seared through me as I was hit with another intense orgasm. Bound as I was, I could do nothing but cry out and writhe in my bonds as I suddenly ejaculated clear fluid onto the sheets. As I screamed, my captor laughed again, immensely enjoying my helplessness. Eventually, my spasms wound down and I was left with exhaustion. “Fantastic!” my captor said. He leaned over and stroked my cheek. “I think I’m getting attached to you, honey…” “Uhh…” I moaned. He began stroking and petting the top of my head. “I bet you’d like to sleep, so I’ll let you rest now. How’s that sound?” I nodded weakly. I needed sleep desperately. He got up off the bed. “In the meantime, I’ll give your parents a call. What’s the phone number?” He walked over to a small table in the corner of the room, where a touch-tone telephone sat beside a few stacks of papers. My parents! He was going to talk to my parents! Maybe I could convince him to let me speak to them for a little while, if only to try to assure them that I would be all right… figuratively speaking, anyway. I told him the number. “Okay…” he said, and began dialing. I felt my heart beating in my throat. What kinds of things would he tell them? Would he tell them about all of the things he had done to me? I would find out soon, because the number had been dialed, and the phone at my house was undoubtedly ringing. Suddenly my captor smiled, and I knew that someone had picked up. “Hello,” he said in a dark tone. “Is this the –name- residence? … Oh, good. In that case, I’d like to speak to Mr. or Mrs. –name-.” “Oh, God…” I muttered to myself. He probably wasn’t going to let me speak to them. I could just scream out my message and hope that they heard… “Hello, Mrs. –name-,” he said. “Have you been waiting for information on your missing daughter for very long?” He was talking to her… “Yes…” he said. “As a matter of fact, I do… Your little girl’s here with me.” There was a pause. “Well, she can’t talk right now, seeing as she’s… tied up… at the moment.” He began laughing as if he really thought his comment was funny. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I began screaming for help, shrieking as loud as I could. There was a long pause as my captor listened to the reply. “Yeah, yeah…” he said. “No, I haven’t… … excuse me, my little captive is being rather rude. Allow me a minute to… deal with her…” He set the phone down and turned to me. I had been screaming the whole time, panicked beyond being able to assure my family of my safety and reduced to pleading for help. My captor stood up from the chair he had been sitting in, and as a second thought, turned on the speaker phone function. Then he turned back to me. “That was rude, -name-.” I could only pant from my outburst of screaming. “I think you need to be punished.” “No…” I whimpered. He reached the bed. He kneeled down and pulled a ball gag out from under the bed. I thrashed against the straps holding me down. “No, no! No, plea—pphhhmmmmrrmmphhh…” My screams were muffled as he shoved the ball in, filling my mouth. He paid no attention to my whimpering as he fastened the straps behind my head and under my chin. The strap under my chin forced me to bite down on the ball and prevented me from opening my mouth enough for me to push it out with my tongue. “Rrrphhmmmmrmmmphh…” I groaned. “Hey, you look cute in that,” he said. He squeezed a breast. “Real cute.” He sat down on the bed. “Why don’t we give a sample of the fun we’ve been having?” He pulled out the chastity belt that he had used on me before. “NNPPMMPHHMMM!!” I cried out, even has he slipped it on. “I’m going to go back to the phone,” he said, picking up the black box with the switches on it. “Maybe this will teach you to keep your mouth shut.” He flicked each of the switches, and the vibrators started going to work. “Rrphh… mmm… mmmmrrphh…” I groaned. No… this was just too humiliating… too cruel… My captor chuckled and went back to the phone. “Yeah, I’m back… what did I?…” He smiled. “Well… listen for yourself.” When he said this, I tried to contain my ecstatic moaning, but trying to hold them in only made things worse. I tried moaning quietly and gently, but it came out loud, and was somehow accompanied immediately by more groaning and whimpering. “No, no…” he said. “She likes it, really. She’s really enjoying herself… having the time of her life.” The bastard! I screamed as loud as I could that it wasn’t true… but the shiny red ball kept my screams prisoner. “Well, the reason I called was to talk to you about ransom…” A pause. “Don’t expect to get her back cheap… for a while I was debating whether I should keep her or not… lucky for you… I decided that it would be too much trouble.” Another pause. Yet another orgasm was building, and my sexual vocalizations were growing louder and more often. I felt my body begin to shake and shudder involuntarily, perhaps under the strain of so many orgasms in such a short span of time. I moaned as I realized that this one would be longer and more intense than all the rest… the most powerful I’ve ever had… “Yeah, she’s really going to town on the bed over there… anyway, I was thinking… -amount-…” I was almost yanked from my impending orgasm by the amount he had just requested. Was he insane? What could have made him ask for that amount? My captor shrugged. “Yeah, maybe I’m crazy… but that’s the amount.” Another pause… the orgasm continued to build, reaching stellar levels. “I haven’t decided yet when I’m ready to let her go… don’t worry… she’ll be safe until then. Eventually I’ll call you with the location for you to drop off the ransom and pick up –name-. That’s it… oh, and one more thing.” He turned the speaker phone back on. I knew what he was doing, but unfortunately his timing was impeccable. At just the “right” moment, my orgasm hit me, causing me to shriek and moan hoarsely from behind the gag... pulses of ecstasy tore through my entire being… drowning in a sea of sexual torment… I pulled and yanked at the straps until I thought my hands would come off at the wrists… my entire frame shook and my hips bucked spasmodically… my head shook back and forth and my chest heaved… wave after wave of ecstasy hit me, until I was convinced that I might never pull out of this one… “Beautiful…” my captor whispered, and hung up the phone. After what seemed like hours, I finally wound down, struggling desperately to take in enough air through my nose. “Allow me…” my captor said, unbuckling my gag. He took the ball out, a small stream of drool connecting it and my lower lip. “I’m sure you won’t have any trouble getting to sleep after that… you must be exhausted.” He was right. He left the room… and before long I fell asleep, despite my uncomfortable position. “Sweetie… … sweetie…” I moaned gently and opened my eyes and saw exactly what I expected… the masked face of my captor. “How did you sleep?” he asked. “I slept… that’s all I can say…” I muttered. “Well, I’m glad… but honey, you’re still all sweaty and covered with your cum… you know what?” “… … … what?” “I think we need to get you cleaned up.” He reached over and undid the straps holding my arms above me and used them to bind my wrists together, then did the same thing with my ankles before I could wake myself up enough to resist. But as he bent over to pick me up off the bed, I kicked out with my bound legs and hit him in just the right spot. My captor made a growling sound. “Now, that wasn’t nice…” he said, giving me a mean look. “But two can play at that game…” He grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over onto my stomach. He pinned me down by pressing his knee into my back and proceeded to whack my naked backside. I flailed my bound arms and legs, desperate to escape the repeated spankings. This, somehow, felt more degrading than anything else he’d done to me… “Stop! Stop! Stop!” I cried. He wasn’t hitting me that hard… it was more humiliating than painful. A tear rolled down my cheek as I continued to cry out. He stopped, and sat me up. He held my chin gently. “You crying, precious?” He kissed my cheek. “Aww, I’m sorry…” he murmured. “Are you hurt?” I shook my head, feeling tears well up. He wiped my tears away. “Don’t cry… come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked me up carefully and carried me out of the room. As I was carried through the house, I pondered the personality of my captor. He seemed to have several separate dispositions, ranging from cruel and hostile to gentle and affectionate and everything in between. It seemed the cruel side came out whenever I was disobedient, and the gentle side came out whenever I cried or was incredibly exhausted. And then there was the side that would do anything to me for the sake of his own pleasure. If I did what he told me, I figured I didn’t have to worry about his cruel side coming out, but there was no telling what his unpredictable lecherous side would do, but I could expect it to show itself as soon as I showed any sign of being aroused. Toys and Torment With this thought in my mind, he carried me into the bathroom.