1 comments/ 83112 views/ 8 favorites Kate's Ordeal By: Itzkat ***Please note this story is a work of fiction and has been written for adults only. It contains acts of non-consensual sex, sadomasochistic acts and extreme bondage; if this is likely to offend you don't read it. *** I would like to thank my volunteer editor Bill who is helping overcome my addiction to out of date punctuation; he has been extremely helpful. I would also like to that David for suggesting some of the rope details. Finally I would like to thank Elwing for his constant caring and support and wondrously devious love. Once again, she was leaving work late. She wondered what people with lives were doing right now. It seemed she only had work to occupy her time. That was not entirely true, as there had been an interesting development lately. On a whim, after listening to the geekiest guy she knew talk about finding the love of his life on Craig's list, she decided to post a message. She got a ton of responses. Most of them were garbage, some of them were clever, and a few were promising, but one stood out from the rest. There had been several emails exchanged over the past few weeks. Some of them were very personal, while others were light-hearted and quite fun. There just might be something to this, she thought, but she was resisting taking it further. He wanted to meet, but she has resisted. Taking it further would complicate life, and right now, her house, her job, and her life were moving along nicely. Why change things now? But then again, why did she post the message if she did not want a change? She did want change. There must be more to life than sitting in meetings listening to two pompous VPs argue over whose plan is going to work best when everyone knew the VPs would just go on vacation and let their reporting staff do the real work. She had spent the last five years making them look good. The money had been enough to buy a home, a couple of cars and even pay for a few vacations to far-off and exotic places. So she had to put in extra hours to keep things running while they went home to trophy families, she was proud of what she had accomplished in her career. The parking garage was nearly empty at this time of night. The lights cast a pale glow on the area. Being cautious, she walked in the center of the garage between the rows of empty parking spaces. She had read too many crime novels and knew that men with evil intent could be crouching between parked cars. Not that she really needed to worry about that tonight, as there was only one other vehicle in the garage and it was parked in the next row directly facing hers. Everything else was empty. As she passed the cement pillar closest to her car, she pressed the alarm button to unlock her car and open the trunk. She unloaded her backpack and slammed down the trunk lid. As she did, she felt herself slammed into the back of the car. One strong arm went around her waist, pinning her left arm in place, and another went around her neck. She instinctively kicked a heel out toward her assailant's shin and screamed while her hand clawed at the arm around her neck. She stopped when she felt a cold blade press to her neck. His sound of surprise let her know she had landed the kick. The increased pressure of the blade at her neck let her know it had hurt him. "One more kick, dear, and we will both be sorry," he growled. "Don't you feel the knife on your neck? I have a great deal planned for you. You wouldn't want to ruin the fun before we even have a chance to get started." As he said it he leaned in against her, his voice next to her ear. Her heart raced and adrenaline pulsed through her body. She had to think. He had the height and weight advantage obviously, and right now he had position and a weapon too. The knife felt like it had some sort of serrated edge. She imagined it to be a hunting knife of some type. Her best hope was to buy some time. She commanded herself to relax in his grip. Feeling her body ease against him he smiled. "You are a smart girl. I knew you would figure out that I have the advantage here. The less you fight, the better things will be for you." "Look, I am meeting some friends right now. They will be looking for me soon if I don't show up," she stammered. "What a shame, now we must add lying to your list of offenses." With this he reached up and grabbed a large handful of the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back sharply, fully exposing her throat. He slowly and lightly drew the blade across her skin. "We both know there is no one waiting for you," he whispered into her ear, "no one but me that is." He looked down at her face, her eyes wide with fear, and her breathing heavy. He smiled in anticipation of the fun ahead. He had put in a good deal of planning for this, but the payoff would be well worth it. He felt himself growing hard against her struggling body. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. "Let's not make any more mistakes, dear. Put your left hand behind your back. Now." She slowly moved her left hand to her back. He quickly slipped on a pair of handcuffs. "These are temporary, but necessary. Now your right hand." She obeyed. "Please, please, don't hurt me," she begged. "Oh, I will hurt you. After all, you've got a bruised shin and at least one lie to pay for, but don't worry, we both know you like it," he teased. That was an obvious clue. He was toying with her. Her mind raced. Was he letting her know that he knew about her private activities? She was sure she had never seen him. How could he know her secrets? She had been so careful to keep that side of her life well hidden. How could he know that adrenaline and fear were causing that familiar tingle between her thighs? Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, he brought out a long length of soft rope. One end was already knotted with a loop. He slipped this over her wrists and up her arms, then pulled it sharply to bring her elbows together. "Hmm, not as limber as I had hoped," he observed. "We will have to work on that." He quickly used the rest of the rope to bind her arms from the elbows down to the wrists. Once the rope was secure, he removed the handcuffs and turned her to face him. Using his body, he pressed her into the car so that her bound hands were caught between her body and the car trunk. He stood with his legs straddling hers, his left hand holding the knife at her back, and the other gently touching her face. "Now, that isn't so bad, is it?" She stared hard at her attacker. "Please, my shoulders hurt. Can't you loosen the rope? I promise I won't struggle anymore." He laughed. "Yes, you will. Now, open your mouth." He noted the flash of fear and confusion in her bright green eyes. Smiling, he pushed the knife firmly against her ribs, urging her to comply. "Good girl." With his right hand he brought a wad of cloth out of his pocket and quickly pushed this into her mouth. She didn't gag, but quickly started to push it out with her tongue. Laying the knife on the truck lid, he used both hands to secure a length of cloth around her so she couldn't dislodge the gag. He paused to move some hair out of her eyes. "Lovely!" He stooped to pick up the purse and keys she had dropped during his attack. Then he firmly grabbed her bound arms and led to her the nondescript, white, panel van he had parked directly in front of her car. He opened the sliding door on the side of the van and pushed her in. "On your stomach," he ordered. He looked back over the area around her car to make sure he didn't leave anything. Assured the area was clean, he climbed in with her and closed the door. He quickly grabbed another length of rope that he had waiting on the floor of the van and slipped it over her feet. Again, he pulled the loop snug and wrapped the rope repeatedly around her ankles. After several passes, he brought the rope between her feet to securely tighten the ankles then tied the rope up to her wrists. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright so that she was on her knees, her back to the driver's side seat. "Spread your knees apart," he commanded. Quietly sobbing, she obeyed. He paused to admire her. The light from the garage was shining through the windows in the rear doors. She was on her knees with her bound arms pulling her shoulders back so that her breasts were pushed enticingly forward. He ripped open her blouse to reveal a pretty, lacy bra. He reached into a bag by the driver's seat and pulled out a pair of EMT style safety shears. He quickly cut through the small patch of material between cups and smiled as her breasts sprang free. He pushed the ruined remains of her bra back over her shoulders. She had large, natural breasts with small, dark, pink nipples. Unable to resist, he reached out and grabbed her breasts with both hands, massaging them firmly. She was making pitiful sounds and shaking her head, but that only encouraged him further. He pushed her skirt up her thighs until he could see her panties. Retrieving the shears again he cut them off, revealing her bare pussy. He ran one hand over her nether lips. "You have such a fuckable body: the perfect body for a slut." As if to emphasize he statement, he pinched one of her nipples roughly while he pushed a finger into her. She screamed into the gag, but all that came out was a muffled whimper. The sound of her moans and ragged breathing sent shivers through him. "Your mind may be fighting against this, but your body is betraying you. Look how wet you are. It is a shame I had to gag you. I am of the mind to have a little fun right now. Oh well, it will have to wait. We have a long drive ahead of us." He tossed the shears back into the bag, and while he was at it, pulled out the knife from his pocket and held it up for her to see. It was a simple butter knife. He smiled as she realized she had been kidnapped by a man using nothing more that a dull table knife. Tears spilled from her eyes. He placed her carefully back onto her side on the floor of the vehicle. He produced more rope and in minutes her thighs were bound and her ankles hammer-locked to them. The rope connecting her wrists and ankles was removed and more rope was added to her upper body forming a harness-like contraption around her shoulders attached to the elbow bondage to prevent her from struggling out of her arm restraints. Then rope was added around her torso above and below her breasts, and, finally, loops encircling her waist and arms further immobilized her. He held up a dildo for her to see. "This is for you, to keep you company." He slowly guided it into her as she fought uselessly to prevent it. Penetration was all the more difficult because of her bondage. When it was in place, he attached a cord to the waist bondage and passed it between her legs, over the wrist restraint and back to the front. This was repeated several times until he was sure she would not be able to dislodge the dildo. She was struggling and mewing into the gag. "It has a remote variable control, which I have in front. Enjoy yourself." He added a line from her elbow bondage to her ankles, slowly taking out the slack until she was fully arched. Next came thicker ropes which he used to attach her to the rings in the floor. When he was finished she could little more than rock from side to side in a completely ineffectual manner. Not quite done, smaller cords were used to encircle her thumbs rendering them useless. Next, he blindfolded her with a thick leather mask that blocked all light, with straps that fit over her gag and buckled in back, on top and under her chin. These buckles were pulled very tight and she groaned with every pull. Then there was a silence. She felt him kiss her throat softly. "Almost ready to go to your appointment," he said, "but one last thing." She heard a metal sound... something jingling. "These are locks for your head harness." She heard each one click softly into place around her head. She was now completely helpless. Finally, she felt a pressure on the top of her head and heard the sound of rope being pulled through a ring. The looped rope was used to steadily and slowly pull her head until her neck was arched back, and then it was tied off to her elbows, enforcing the position. "This last rope is for that lie. I hope you learn from your mistakes. Then again, maybe I hope you don't." He moved back to the driver's seat, the engine roared to life, her vibrator switched on, and her ride began. She struggled against the ropes even though she knew it was useless. He had left her no way to slip her bonds. She was sweating from her struggles, and from the stressed position she was tied in. She told herself repeatedly to calm down. Breathing heavily, she tried to figure out how this happened. Her mind raced over the events of the day. It had started out just like every other day... like any other day this week... month... year -- just another day in a long line of boring days. Normal, she quickly corrected in her mind, normal day, not boring. Boring would imply that what she is experiencing now was exciting. Another time and place, with a man she knew and trusted, then no doubt about it, this just might be fun. Her traitorous body flushed at the thought. This couldn't be happening. Her body could not enjoy this. Who was this man? Why had he chosen her? What had he meant by "your appointment"? Was she going to end up like one of those poor souls on the news found naked by some far off dirt road? Fear coursed through her. She struggled violently... but all in vain. There was no escaping these ropes. Never before had she been restrained with so much rope, and never in such a distressed position. She heard him chuckle at her vain attempts. This infuriated her. She bit down hard on the soggy cloth in her mouth and screamed as loudly as she could, but all that came out was a muffled wail of frustration. Spent from her efforts, she again tried to calm herself. She had to keep her head, now more than ever. She had to find a way out of this. The blindfold and gag served their intended purpose, reducing sensory stimulation so that she was forced to focus on what she felt and heard. Aside from his mocking laugh, she had heard nothing from him for a while now. Her shoulders were burning from their extruded position. She tried to imagine them becoming more elastic, but it didn't help. The ropes across her chest were snug but not restricting. Her hands were starting to go numb. She flexed her hands as much as possible to keep the blood moving. Her thighs were stretched so tight they ached. There was nothing she could do for them. She thought of the yoga snake posture and how it was meant to counteract the forward slumping of the spine. Wouldn't her yoga instructor be proud of her now? And of course, her neck hurt. He had said that was for her lie. How did he know she was lying? Was it so hard for him to believe that she just might have some friends waiting for her somewhere? She gave in too easily when he called her on it. She should have protested more. He was bluffing and she played into it... the bastard. Besides, it was only a partial lie. She had been invited out by some of the girls from work tonight. As usual, she had told them no. They only invited her so they could kiss up to her. She did, after all, hold their future careers in her hands, and it was review time. She told them she already had plans. She didn't of course, but she didn't want to spend time with people she felt were shallow and gossipy, so she lied. What would they do about it? Nothing. But the man sure did something. How did he know her only plan was to go home, and that there was no one waiting for her there but the cat? She wondered what else he might know about her. She would have to be careful. Whatever she did, she couldn't be caught in another lie, but she had no idea what he knew about her. She would just have to be honest for the time being, until she got a better handle on this man. She felt the van slow to a stop. He stepped back to where she was and stood admiring her. He could tell she'd had a hard time of it. Good. Her tangled hair was sticking out through the straps of the head harness. The remnant of her blouse was showing between the ropes around her chest. Her nipples were erect. He reached out and gently brushed his palm over them. Her whole body flinched as if he had burned her. He smiled. He was enjoying the tension he was creating in her body. He checked her hands and then the ropes to ensure everything was still good. "Have you been thinking about your lie? Make a noise if yes, be silent if the answer is no." She shouted into the gag. "Good. And have you been thinking about what it means to lie to me?" She moaned into the gag. "Good. You have paid a dear price for that transgression. I think a half hour more will drive the lesson home nicely." She whimpered. He smiled. "I am going to cover you with a blanket. It is very important that you be very quiet now. If you make any noise, your punishment will be swift and extremely painful. Do you understand?" She moaned. "Good." He spread an old moving blanket over her, being careful to cover most of the ropes that lead to the rings in the floor. In the dark, with the blanket over her, and if she were very quiet, no one would ever guess at the treasure he had stowed away. He turned off the vibrator, started the engine and moved the van back onto the highway. She settled into the warmth of the blanket. The sweat she worked up earlier had cooled on her skin and she was becoming chilled. The floor of the van was still hard and cold, but at least the blanket helped. She did her best to flex her muscles. As she did, the rope between her legs holding the dildo in place tightened. She was flooded with a pleasurable sensation. She realized she liked the vibrator better with the power off. Maybe if she were good, he would leave it that way. She moved again and was rewarded with another tingling surge of pleasure. Not bad. The ropes on her clitoris and ass, plus the fullness of the dildo inside her, were all working together to send pleasure through her. The rough texture of the blanket against her nipples heightened this sensation. She was sure if she moved just enough she could easily get off. That would be a wonderful distraction from her discomfort. However, she was not sure she could do it and be quiet as he had commanded her to do. She would hate to give him the pleasure of hearing her cum, thus encouraging him. More importantly, she didn't want to know what "swift and extremely painful punishment" was. Still it felt good to gently rock against the ropes. She would just have to do so very, very quietly. She moved gently against the ropes, and as she did she thought of the blindfold and the gag and the ropes surrounding her body. She thought about how even her thumbs were bound and almost moaned aloud, but she caught herself in time. She thought of the sound of his voice and his hot breath in her ear as he pressed her against the car with his body and held her head back firmly by her hair. She took a deep breath, let go, and exploded. For a brief moment, her shoulders no longer burned and her neck didn't seem to hurt, her thighs seemed to be fine. Except for her ragged breathing she was sure she didn't make a noise. She smiled to think that she gotten away with something. She relaxed and enjoyed the feel of the muscles still convulsing in her pussy. Yummy. He had, of course, been watching her the whole time in the rear view mirror. Even though she was covered, it was obvious what she was doing. Her breathing only confirmed it. He smiled. After a while he came to a tollgate. The bored expression on the tollbooth attendant's face ensured that no one would remember him passing through. He paid his toll without a word or a glance from the attendant and continued on his way. Kate's Ordeal She felt the van slow down and got a little hopeful. She was sure that meant her time was up and he would release at least the punishment rope from her head harness. She quickly went over her plan. She would be very cooperative...she would not fight back... she would be polite and obedient... she would not lie to him... she would give him every reason to believe she was submitting to him. Then, when he let his guard down, she would take advantage of it and get away. Slowly she realized that he did not park the van. He slowed down to a crawl and then stopped briefly and rolled down his window. Then, just as quickly, he rolled it back up and began to accelerate. A tollbooth... They must have just gone through a tollbooth. She could have screamed. She could have gotten the attention of the attendant. That was why he had told her to be so quiet. He knew it was risky. "You can make all the noise you want now. We are past the last possible place where you could have been detected. Just so you know, I had an alternative plan in case you started to make noise. I was simply going to turn on the radio. Between the gag muffling your cries and the music, no one would have heard you, but you did very well and will be rewarded for your compliance to my orders... later. First, you have several challenges ahead of you. I suggest you get some rest and save your strength... you'll need it." Kate's Ordeal Ch. 02 She shuddered at the confidence in his voice. She knew that whatever else happened, she was not going to be able to get away unless he made a mistake. He hadn't made one so far. She had to be ready to seize it -- if and when the time came. He seemed to have planned this out to the smallest detail, but she couldn't let that fact cloud her determination to escape. Doing her best to relax, as he suggested, she took several deep breaths. The stress of the abduction and her struggles had zapped her of her strength and she fell into a deep sleep. While asleep she dreamt of a mysterious lover holding her tightly while somehow touching her entire body. She could feel him holding her shoulders, her legs and her thumbs. She could also feel him inside her mouth and pussy at the same time. She felt warm, comforted and secure. She also felt the wetness between her legs. Finally, slowly, she woke up. The confusion cleared and she found that she was still in the van. The man was lying beside her. At some point he had released the rope from the top of her head harness. He was gently holding her to him while he massaged her neck. She had no idea how long she had been sleeping. "Hello, did you enjoy your rest?" he asked softly. She made a quiet moan into the gag. "Good. I removed your punishment rope at the end of your prescribed time, but I didn't have the heart to wake you. Like I said earlier, you needed rest. I have so much more in store for you." As he said this he moved his hand over her throat, her breasts and down to her thighs. He stroked them gently, then moved his hand up to rest on the moist ropes between her legs. He pressed firmly and she moaned. "I am going to slowly untie you. I want you to be on your best behavior or you will regret it. Also, you should know that as your muscles are released from their restraints you may experience a great deal of pain, but don't worry, I will be here to share it with you." He rolled her over onto her stomach and began to untie the cords on her thumbs. "Move your fingers around to get the blood flowing again." She obeyed while he released the ropes around her torso and shoulders. He was tempted to leave the rope secured between her legs. However, he had tied that to the ropes at her wrists, and if he was to have a toy of any use, he would have to relieve the pressure on her shoulders and arms... for now anyway. Reluctantly he removed the ropes, pulled out the warm, slick dildo, and placed it in her hand. "Here, why don't you hold onto your friend?" Before he released her arms, he untied the ropes securing her ankles to her thighs. She moaned as he straightened out her legs. Tears came to her eyes as the blood rushed painfully back into her legs and feet. "Move your feet," he ordered, and she did so, obediently. She lay out before him, still blindfolded and gagged, with her arms still securely bound. Her skirt had worked its way up her thighs and he could see her vulnerability. It was too much for him and he decided to take her there, on the spot. After all, she couldn't get away. It was time to enjoy some of the fruits of his labor. He grabbed her by her hips and pulled her up and back onto her knees, pushing her shoulders down. He moved into position behind her, releasing his hard cock and pushing it slowly and deeply into her. The thrill of the abduction after all the planning combined with the intense feeling of her hot, wet flesh. He moved into her faster and harder. She moaned, but he was unsure if it was pleasure or pain. At this point he didn't care. She was his now. "This is what you are here for slave. This is why I put all the time into finding you and bringing you here, so I can tie you up as I see fit, torture you to my delight and fuck you like the whore you are. I know you like it. I can feel your pussy swelling around my cock." It was true; she was enjoying the feel of him inside her. She couldn't deny it. He didn't bother letting her build to an orgasm since he knew she'd already had one on the trip. He came in her hard. He caught his breath and pulled out slowly, using her skirt to clean himself off. He sat back to recover. She started to move off her knees. "No you don't," he commanded. "You stay just like that." She obeyed. After recovering, he began to untie the ropes around her arms. As her shoulders moved back into the natural position she let out a cry of pain. "Don't worry slave, you will get used to that feeling. After some training, your body will move into the positions I desire more readily. Now move your arms straight out to your sides." She attempted to do so, but the muscles would still not cooperate. "Here, I will help you." He straightened her arms. The pain in her muscles shot through her like fire, causing her to scream out. "You are welcome," he teased. He took his time wrapping up and putting away his equipment, letting her regain use of her arms. She was still holding onto the dildo. He let her keep that for now. "I am going to untie your ankles. Do not move without my direction." He untied the ropes holding her ankles together, then told her, "you may sit back on you knees." She complied, as he opened the side sliding door and got out. "I want you to move slowly to the edge of the van and put your feet on the ground, but stay seated." She did as he instructed. She felt the night air on her face, but, still wearing the harness, she could not see anything. When her shoes hit the ground she sat back and waited for his next orders. She could hear him moving around and opening the other doors of the van. Then she heard nothing. She put her hands out in front of her but did not feel him nearby. She felt around the door frame but did not find him. Slowly, she stood up. The ground felt like hard packed dirt. There was no response from him. Maybe this was the mistake she was looking for. Maybe he went inside. Thinking that this may be her only chance, she took off. She had no idea where she was heading, but had to move. Trying to regain her vision, she tore at the harness. In a few steps she felt her head snap back sharply, knocking her to the ground. Dazed and floundering, she tried to get back up. She felt a hard pull on the top of her head harness. "Don't move," he growled. He was standing by the passenger side door and was holding onto the rope that was still attached to the top ring on her head. Silly girl. Surely she didn't think he was that complacent. Holding the rope tight he walked toward her, taking up the slack as he went. When he reached her he gave a final tug on the rope. "What were you thinking? I was standing right beside you the whole time. Did you really think that after all my work to get you here I would just allow you to run off?" He reached down to grab her up by the arm, but she kicked out at him, narrowly missing. "Oh, now you have done it, haven't you?" Using the end of the long rope attached to her harness, he fashioned a quick but effective hobble for her legs, then grabbed a large handful of hair and yanked her to her feet. He pushed her into the cabin and shut the door. Once inside, he shoved her to the floor. "If you know what is good for you, you will stay right where you landed." His voice was deep with anger. Her muscles, still weakened from the prolonged bondage, left her unable to fight. He worked quickly to secure her into cuffs and attached her to a spreader bar he had ready. He hadn't expected to use it this soon, but while preparing the cabin, he had known it would come in handy. Using an overhead beam, he hauled her up to a standing position. She would stay here while he prepared for her punishment. Securing one rope to the door frame, he tied off her right leg. Once done, he untied the hobble and grabbed her left leg, pulling it all the way back until her shoe touched the back of her thigh. He quickly secured the rope to keep it in place and then adjusted her height until he was satisfied. She was crying now, but it was all too late. Her wrists were connected to the spreader bar, held high over head with a thick rope to a beam in the ceiling. Her left ankle, folded back on its own thigh, was locked there with rope forcing her to balance on one high-heel-shod foot. This is what she had earned for trying to kick him. She had missed, mostly, but the retribution had been swift anyway. She had to learn to behave. With her secured, he moved about the cabin in preparation for the weekend activities. As he unloaded the van and moved it into the nearby shed, it began to sprinkle. The weatherman said it would rain all weekend and that was fine with him. They would be warm and secure in the cabin. He built a fire in the fireplace to warm up the place. He had removed her blindfold, gag and harness, but replaced it with a large ball gag. The saliva was starting to drip out of the corners of her mouth now. Her jaws ached. She had been left alone while he moved around, but for some time now, all was quiet. Straining around she could barely see him, stretched out on the large bed. She thought he might be sleeping. She began to make noise straining against the ropes and grunting with her efforts. He stirred. Getting up he approached her. "Are you ready to submit? Make a noise, if the answer is yes. Silence will be taken as a 'no'." She remained silent. He sighed. Getting out a pair of shears he quickly cut away every stitch of her remaining clothing. Very carefully, he released her folded leg, holding it tightly so she couldn't kick him. As he let it down, she tried to jerk it away, but he was ready. He tightened the grip he had and wrapped his free arm around both legs. Then he tied a short, tight loop just above her knees, making her wince. Quickly he grabbed a second spreader bar and connected one end to one ankle. Then he pulled on the rope holding her arms overhead until she was forced onto her toes. She gasped. "Co-operate now unless you want to be off the ground. Understand?" She nodded... compliant. He freed her knees and connected the bar to her other ankle. Then he let her down slightly. "You had the chance to serve willingly. Now you will have to beg to serve me." He placed a clamp on each of her nipples. She winced and cried out as best she could. He smiled and moved behind her out of sight. Just as she began to think that he meant to leave her hanging from the ropes again, the pain of his crop hit her. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes. "Your stubbornness is going to cost you dearly... slave. In an hour I'll ask you again about serving me. I think you know what to say, don't you?" He emphasizes his remark with another blow of the crop to her exposed ass. He delivered six hard strikes to her naked and helpless body. He torturously spaced out each blow so that she had enough time to fully feel the pain before the next one was delivered. Then, as quickly as he began, he stopped. She was sobbing now. The marks were beginning to form on her ass. He studied the marks, thinking to himself that after a few more of these sessions she might come around. He walked to her front. Her face was a mess, tear-stained, and her hair was disheveled. Pain had caused a crease across her brow. She was a mess, yet tantalizing at the same time. He wanted to feel her mouth on his cock, but only when she begged to be allowed to serve. She looked at him, still sobbing, but trying to stop. He could see the defiance building slowly in her eyes. "Do you enjoy classical music?" he asked. The question caught her off guard. At first she was not sure if she heard him correctly. She remembered his instructions about answering and made a sound into the gag. "Good; the Bolero?" She shrugged and made a noise. "How about a special performance then... by you." he grinned. "It's about 11 1/2 minutes long. Did you know that?" She had no idea, nor did she really care. Thinking that she could somehow appease him and not wanting to appear uncooperative, she motioned her head "no" while remaining silent. "Well, after tonight I'm sure you will always remember that fact." He stepped behind her and pulled on the overhead rope until she was once again on her toes. "Your calves will be on fire at the end of this, my pet. I hope you enjoy yourself." He appeared in front of her with a large, heavy flogger and something else she couldn't quite make out. As he attached each one to her nipple clamps she realized they were weights. She shook her head pleadingly but he just smiled. "Now it will be a contest to see which fire is more intense -- your calves, nipples, shoulders, or ass." He started the music and stepped behind her. The Bolero is a repetitive composition, slowly adding more instruments as it builds to a thundering climax. At the moments when the motif repeated, he would flog her, stopping when the next part started. As the intensity of the music increased so did the intensity of the blows, until, as the movement built to its ending, he was using all his strength and she was nearly delirious, screaming into the gag from the pain in her nipples, from the burning in her calves and from the flogging. He let her stand there, shaking, sobbing, making incoherent sounds through the gag, as he watched. Only 35 minutes to go and he would ask her again if she wanted to serve. He suspected he knew what the answer would be. He took her hair in his hand and forced her to look at him. Still sobbing, unable to look away, she felt beaten. He reached for her nipples and she flinched, but it was only to remove the clamps and weights. She cried out as they were removed and the blood returned, then she settled into the relief. He stepped behind her and let some slack into her overhead rope. Her calves, almost cramping, were grateful. Then while still behind her, he began to unbuckle the gag. Her anticipation of relief from the pain in her jaw was short-lived as he suddenly tightened it by a notch. She tried to struggle and scream but it is too late. He stepped in front again. "After all that crying you did, I didn't want the gag to become loose and uncomfortable... well loose anyway. I know you like the gag, don't you slave?" She remembered his rule and made a sound. "Good." He moved behind her and she felt his hand in her hair. She realized he was tying something into her hair. It was a thin rope. He began to pull so that her head was forced back until she was staring at the overhead beam. He ran the rope down her back, between the reddened checks of her ass and under her, through her crotch, settling it between her pussy lips. Holding it firmly there, he wrapped it around her waist to secure it and tied it off. Stepping to her front, he picked up a short, single tail whip. He began to flick her nipples. She began to struggle and moan... again. Every time the whip landed, her body convulsed. He was barely flicking her breasts with the whip, but in her condition it must have felt like the flesh was tearing. There were red lines forming, but no welts. As she struggled, her head pulled forward, pulling on the rope around her waist. The pain, the exhaustion and the stimulation were all coursing through her in a confusing storm of sensation. He slowed his onslaught a bit to let her body react. She struggled briefly, then seemed to weaken and go limp, as limp as she could in her bondage. She quieted. Stepping forward, he touched her throat gently. She was off. She had gone to that place that no Dominant can go... she was in subspace. The endorphins were taking effect and she was riding the wave. He wrapped his arms around her protectively. She moaned in a far-off, dreamy way. Holding her firmly with one arm, he stepped back slightly so he could watch her. Her head was back, eyes closed and body relaxed. He touched her throat again, letting his hand trail down slowly to that space between her breasts. He brushed his hand over her tortured nipples. She shuddered and moaned. He let his hand drop down to her pussy, worked past the rope, and gently inserted two fingers. She moaned and strained toward him almost eagerly. She was his now. He could do with her as he pleased... and that pleased him greatly. He kissed her throat gently while working his fingers into her. She was so wet he could feel the moisture dripping out of her. "How beautiful you are bound and beaten. I see the experience has made you hot and ready to come. Would you like to come my little slut?" Her response was a throaty moan. "Come for me then my pet, show me what a slut you are and come for me." She obeyed. He pulled out his fingers and moved his hand around to feel the welts on her ass. Her skin here was fiery hot; she would be feeling that for some time to come. He grabbed her ass firmly. She took in a sharp shuddering breath and moaned loudly, her eyes open wide. "Good news, your time is up. I want to ask you something. Can you hear me?" She attempted to nod, forgetting about the rope in her hair. As it tightened on her swollen crotch she let out a shocked moan. Slowly she was coming back to awareness. "Can you hear me?" She made a noise. He untied the rope around her waist and let it drop. He reached up and gently pulled her head forward until she was looking at him. Her eyes were beginning to focus. "I want to know if you think you are ready to serve me now." Clear honesty showed in her eyes; she nodded yes. "Good answer. There will be no resisting, no kicking and no attempts to run away?" Her silence meant no. "Good, let's get you down from here and clean you up." He released the crotch rope, lowered her down to the floor, covered her with a blanket and allowed her to lie there until he could get her unbound. The first thing to come off was the gag. Her lips were swollen and her jaw was sore. She worked her jaw a bit to loosen it up. He applied some Chapstick to moisten her dry lips -- couldn't have them getting chapped and dry just yet. He unbound her ankles and wrists and finally removed the rope from her hair. He gave her a bottle of water and helped her take a few sips. She was slowly coming around. She stretched and moved her arms and legs slowly. When he was sure she was ready for it, he led her to the bathroom. The bathroom was dominated by a large, oversized bath tub. He stepped over and turned on the water. Without saying a word, he fastened a chain around her waist and quickly fashioned rope cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Next, he attached a rope between the ankle cuffs. Finally, he pulled her left hand behind her back and attached the wrist cuff to the chain. She did not resist. "You will not be able to take a full stride, but will instead be reduced to baby steps. This will remind you of your place. I will leave your one hand free to tend to yourself. I will be right back." He allowed her a few minutes to take care of her needs while he prepared a light meal for the two of them. When he returned she was standing by the sink. Her face was freshly washed and her hair had been combed out. He lit several candles and added scented salts to the water. "Come here and kneel." He released her left hand. "Now, this has been quite a workout for both of us. For what I have in store for you next, I want us both to be fresh and clean. I am going to have you bathe me first, and then I will allow you to bathe yourself. Do you understand?" "Yes." He paused. "Yes what?" Her mind whirled. What was she supposed to call him? She had no idea who he was or what his name might be. Quickly, almost with fear, she tried to remember if he had already given her instruction on what to call him. Finally, a bit worried she said, "I am unsure how you would like me to address you." "Sir will do for now." He paused. "Yes, Sir." With that he removed his clothes and stepped into the water. Settling down, he held out a wash cloth to her. Slowly she took it. She found several bottles of shampoo and different soaps on the edge of the tub and got to work. Kate's Ordeal Ch. 02 Having never washed a grown man before, she was not sure what to do. She began on his back. Soaping up the washrag well, she scrubbed him from shoulders to waist. Then she worked her way over his shoulders to his chest. She estimated that he was around six feet in height with a muscular build. He was most likely in his 40s. She washed his arms and moved to his legs. While she scrubbed him clean he told her the rules for her behavior. She was to speak only when given permission. She was to address him as "Sir," and to remember the word "please" when she asked for something. All attempts to injure him or to escape would be dealt with in the same way she had been treated up till now but would be much worse. She shuddered at the prospect. "Good, then we understand each other. In a little while I will begin to teach you how to pleasure me. I will tell you how long, where, and how much. Your job is to give me pleasure. I decide when I cum, how I cum and where in or on you I cum." His words flushed through her. She concentrated on his bath, hoping he won't notice. When she was done, he stood before her letting the water drip off. She picked up a towel as he stepped out of the tub. She dried him off. He refreshed the water in the tub and then released her from her cuffs leaving only the chain around her waist. He helped her into the tub and stepped back to watch. She quickly washed her hair and body as if trying to scrub away the memory of the evening. The warm water relaxed her muscles and helped to ease some of her aches. Her nipples were raw and she could barely touch them. The skin of her ass was still burning from the whipping. She wanted to look at herself in the mirror, but not with him there. He allowed her to have as long as she wished in the tub. When she was done, she looked over to him. He was holding a towel and smiling. Embarrassed, she got out of the water and walked to him, eyes lowered. When she was dry, he gave her lotion to rub on her skin. When she was done, he handed her a short kimono-style robe. The silk felt delicious on her raw skin. She was calm. Being clean and robed was a wonderful feeling. "Did you enjoy your bath?" "Yes... Sir" she said. "That was your reward for being quiet when told. You will find that I can give rewards as much as giving punishment." "Thank you, Sir." she said. He smiled. "I know this is hard for a strong woman like yourself and honestly, if it weren't, you wouldn't interest me. I want you to know that you are doing very well." He produced a pair of padded cuffs. These were used to cuff her hands behind her back. Next a leather blindfold was placed around her head and buckled tight so that no light penetrated. While she was testing her cuffs, gently twisting her body, he suddenly took her by the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Before she could cry out his mouth was on hers, kissing her roughly but sensually. He kept this up while he felt her body struggle helplessly in his tight grasp, then relax. Unlike when he had originally taken her captive, she did not try to kick. He noted this change. Releasing her from the tight hold, he placed a soft, black leather collar around her throat. Attached to it was a short length of black rope to act as her leash. "Follow me, slave," he said as he tugged on the leash. He led her into another room. He stopped and she heard the sound of a chair being moved. "Sit back on this chair". She did so and he first attached her lead to the top rung of the chair back. Then each ankle was roped to a chair leg. She sat exposed and naked, save for her robe which had slowly opened in the front from her struggles and the walk. She saw nothing. He saw only her. He slowly fed her spoonfuls of warm, tasty stew, some bread and a little salad, alternately feeding himself. Occasionally she was given a sip of a good red wine that had enough body to stand up to the hearty meal. She could hear rain beginning to hit against a window and the wind as it howled. She was warm, dry, and, for the first time, except in her fantasies, a helpless slave girl. When he decided they were done he untied her ankles and the rope lead. "Up," he ordered. She stood as told and was lead again to a different place. She could smell scented candles and the space was warm with some kind of rug on the floor. "This is my bed. How you perform now will determine if you sleep in it tonight or on the floor. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." She was helped to lie down on the bed. Soon her lead had been removed, but not her collar. Her ankles were then loosely bound with about a foot of rope between them. He positioned her on the bed, kneeling. Then he placed one leg on either side of her, his cock directly in front of her, his head propped up on pillows at the head of the bed. "I want you to bend forward now and suck my cock. I find that if a slave can not see me or touch me with her hands, and must use only her mouth to satisfy me, it is a most useful way to begin her training. You may start." She bent forward awkwardly, trying to find him. She rubbed against him with her cheek and then slowly took him into her mouth. Kissing the head and shaft and slowly sucking, she felt him growing hard. She bean to work the shaft with her tongue, his cock inside her mouth. She was sucking harder now, faster, when suddenly she felt a lash on her already pained ass. "Not so fast, your job here is not to make me come, but to give me pleasure. You have to learn the difference." "Y-Yes, Sir." "Good, continue." She took a deep breath and then reached her tongue out to wet the tip of his cock. He said he wanted this to be slow, and she would be slow about it. She couldn't take any more whippings... just yet. If she had her hands free she would gently cup his balls too while licking the shaft. She bet he would like that, but with only her mouth to work with, she would just have to make do. She leaned her head forward and nuzzled his balls. He responded with a pleasurable sound. Encouraged, she began to gently play with him. Her lips and tongue found his shaft and the head of his cock. Reaching down, she carefully sucked his balls, licking them, kissing them. She began to relax, not trying to go anywhere, just being in the world of his cock, playfully, slowly, sensually pleasuring it. She was aware of her restraints, how she was controlled by them, yet there was no longer anything else to do, nothing else to focus on but this cock. She moved back to the tip and slowly moved her mouth over it. She had to move her body a bit to get him fully into her mouth. The effort of the move caused a straining of muscles which gave her a brief reminder of the pain her body had endured and that wonderful sore, used muscle feeling sent a wave of pleasure through her causing her to moan. He felt this on his cock in her mouth and received his own wave of pleasure. She began to feel him move and moan with the pleasure she was giving. He took her head in his hands and began to move into her mouth. She responded with more fervor, sucking harder, making her own sounds as she struggled between keeping up with his thrusts and breathing. She received him fully, his cock touching the back of her throat. She did not gag. She heard him moaning louder now, pulling on her hair, thrusting into her mouth. She clamped down harder with her lips, holding him and sucking. She knew it would be soon. With a final thrust he released hot into her mouth. She quickly swallowed all that he gave her. His heavy breathing was all she heard as he lay there, spent. "You have done very well. I am extremely pleased with your efforts. I think that we have both earned a good night's rest. As a reward you will sleep here in the bed. However, you will be bound and gagged to ensure you do not try anything during the night." After some time to think, she said "I know that the bed would be very comfortable Sir and I need sleep right now more than ever, but my jaw is very sore and I don't think I could rest with a gag." "I understand. I am not unreasonable. But I want you here, so, as a gag, I will place a silk scarf around your mouth loosely. You will be able to easily dislodge it, but if you do I will punish your mouth in the morning. Understand?" "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir." He removed her blindfold, but left the cuffs on. He untied the rope connecting them so that she could place her hands in front, where they were re-bound, the rope then going around her waist so that she had limited movement with them. He left her ankles bound and connected one ankle to the bed frame. "Do not try and remove this." He got them both under the covers and then he kissed her passionately. She responded. "Good night, Kate." "Good night, Sir." Finally, he placed the silk scarf over her mouth and secured it behind her head.