7 comments/ 24029 views/ 24 favorites Abducting an Angel By: MsNotSleeping I took her while she was sleeping. There was no struggle - a small injection of a special concoction into her neck ensured she would stay out while I moved her. When we arrived at our destination I got straight to work. She wouldn't need her clothes anymore - I removed them slowly, enjoying handling her limp form as I gradually revealed her sexy body. Her breasts were as large as I could have hoped - easily capable of supporting the bondage I had in mind, but not too large as to be disproportionate with her slim figure. I was pleased to find her nether regions shaved smooth - in fact, her entire body was as smooth as silk and equally soft. Her succulent pink delicates seemed to swell with anticipation as I ran my finger across their lips. Aware that time was moving fast, I gently lifted her lifeless form to the room she was to awake in. I placed her on a special chaise I had prepared and quickly secured a reinforced skin-tight collar around her neck. It was plain and unassuming, but would play an important role in her upcoming psychological struggle. I attached the collar to a small metal ring on the chair and then carefully locked her wrists with leather straps on either side of her nude body. To complete the restraints, I strapped each of her legs to individual leg rests and gave her soft feet a quick kiss as I stepped back to admire the girl lying before me. I briefly considered securing her torso too, but decided I would have fun with that later. I noticed that her long bleached hair was strewn across her upper body, so I found a scrunchie and used it to collect her hair in a neat ponytail behind her head. Standing back once more, I surveyed the restrained beauty in front of me. And she was a beauty alright - I couldn't have picked a better girl. Even with her face set in the emotionless expression of sleep and her eyes firmly closed, she had the most stunning visage I had ever set eyes upon. Her skin was smooth and flawless like a model's, and the slight point of her chin and the curve of her lips was beauty incarnate. The rest of her body was no exception. Her perky breasts were round and firm, easily supporting their own weight in her reclined position. She had small areolas and each nipple stood out proudly in the centre. Her abdominal muscles were just visible, indicating a moderate amount of regular exercise without verging on the obsessively narcissistic. I figured she'd probably also have a lovely personality, but would most likely be too concerned with her current predicament when she awoke to be worried about how she treated me. The outline of her belly stood out slightly, adding shape to her already curvaceous figure. Casting my eyes downwards, I saw that her toenails were neatly trimmed and her feet were surprisingly clean, as though she'd just had a shower. And her love mound... Well, I would find out how well that performed soon enough. That's one gorgeous pussy, I thought. Though she was easily well into her twenties, her body was also as refreshingly natural as the day she was born. No breast implants, no visible scars or blemishes, no tattoos, and no piercings - not even earrings. And she didn't have a pretentious tan like many arrogantly prideful girls did - her skin was fair, without being so pale as to be confused with a vampire, and without any obvious tan lines. She was, in essence, the woman of my dreams. An angel. At least as far as outward appearance was concerned, anyway. Time to find out if she had a personality to match that voluptuous body... And with that thought, her eyelids began to lift. *** I awoke to the sensation of something light brushing my feet. It immediately struck me that something was very wrong. I could feel a thick, tight collar secured around the length of my neck - but just loose enough that I could swallow without trouble, albeit slightly uncomfortably. I seemed to be held on some sort of reclined chair... I kept my eyes closed as I cautiously tested my bonds. Gently at first, I strained my arms against the straps holding them down, but no matter how much force I applied my arms would not budge in the slightest. My legs told the same story. It was almost as if I was fully paralysed... Whoever had done this obviously wanted to ensure complete immobility. A pair of hands suddenly went for my neck, and I braced myself in shock. I then realised that they were simply gathering up my hair to tie it behind my head. Well, they'd already stolen every other freedom I had. Why not secure my hair too, I thought grimly. As the mysterious abductor reached behind my head, I felt their breath on my shoulder and it dawned on me with horror that I was completely nude. So that's what this is, I shuddered. I had never been taken advantage of in that way, and I was still a virgin, but I had certainly heard my share of horror stories from friends and other people on the internet. But I had hope yet. This stranger had been very gentle when he tied back my hair, so he couldn't be a complete psychopath, right? And he hadn't gagged me, so maybe he just wanted to interrogate me and having me stripped naked was just a way of scaring me into submission. Well, it was certainly working. I didn't try to scream or make any noise because I figured that if I hadn't immediately realised I was naked, there must be no breeze coming into the room. And if there was no breeze, I certainly wasn't where I had fallen asleep and was most likely far from the ears of anyone who might free me. As a strange fuzziness clouded my thoughts, I realised I had also been drugged. That would explain why I hadn't awoken during the journey, but it also meant that it could be days since I was last conscious in my bed. I shuddered at this thought, but decided it was time to face my abductor and get some answers. Keeping my expression as neutral and unreadable as I could manage, I slowly opened my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the low light level. At first I saw nothing. Then I realised there was nothing to see - a plain, grey stone wall was about a metre in front of me. No, that must be the roof. I tried to move my head, but like my arms and legs it was held firmly in place by the collar. I instead turned my eyes downwards as far as I could, but could only just make out fuzzy blobs on the bottom of my vision. I moaned in frustration, and then the stranger spoke. "It's alright, girl, no one's going to hurt you." But I also heard a mutter, "And I haven't even started yet..." The cliché lie did nothing to pacify my racing thoughts, but at least now I knew something about my captor. He was male. "Why're you doin' this..." I slurred groggily. The drug must still be wearing off, then. "It's always the same," he replied smugly. "What are you doing, don't hurt me, let me go..." Then he laughed blithely and patted me on the head, stroking my restrained hair as he continued. "I'm just kidding. I'm as new to this as you are - I'm not some psychopathic sex offender, so you can wipe that expression off your face." I realised my features had gradually been assuming a look of horror as he spoke, so I quickly resumed my neutral expression. It was more difficult now, because I wanted more than anything to throw his hand away from my face and turn heels on this place - but I was completely helpless, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy, so I determined to just lay there placidly for now. "That's better. Now, I just want to ask you a few questions, but if you make any inappropriately loud noises then I shall have to gag you," he said sternly. "So, Alicia, are you a virgin?" My mind reeled in shock. He knew my name. What else did he know about me? "How'd you..." "Now now, Alicia, just answer the simple question, alright?" His hand, which had been caressing my cheek as I spoke, now gripped my jaw firmly. "Yes, sir. I'm still a virgin, sir," I replied in a small voice. "Is that a hint of regret I hear? Anyway, there's no need for the sir - I'm hardly older than you are." "Uh, okay-" "Gordon." "Okay Gordon." I was rather confused by this point. How did he know my name? Why did he tell me his? Why was he treating me so nicely? Besides that brief moment he'd grabbed my jaw, he'd acted the perfect gentleman. If it wasn't for my collar holding me back I'd have loved to get a good look at him. From his deep voice I had assumed he was much older than me, but apparently that was not the case. But wait, what was I thinking... This man had abducted me from my home, stripped me naked, and strapped me to a chair! He was hardly a gentleman by any means. And my collar? Was I seriously getting too comfortable with this predicament? It was time to turn the tables. "So... Gordon. Why is it that you broke into my home, drugged me, tore off my clothes, and locked me into this chair?" I asked forcefully. Without warning, he slapped me hard across the face. I fought back tears as my cheek stung painfully, cursing his name in my head. "I haven't finished asking my questions yet," he said calmly. "Once I'm done, you may ask yours." He rubbed my face where it was no doubt bright red, relieving the stinging significantly. I didn't want to admit it, but I really appreciated the reprise of his gentlemanly side. "So you're a virgin. Do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I suppose? Are you close to any of your flatmates?" He might well have asked if anyone would miss me, because I saw right through his feigned curiosity. Nonetheless, something told me I should answer his questions truthfully. So I did... Mostly. "I'm not gay," I blurted out defensively. "And I've got no boyfriend. But I like my flatmates very much - we hang out all the time together." The last part was a lie - my flatmates and I had never got on well, but I didn't want to give him any reason to keep me here longer than he had already. He snorted derisively. "Please. 'I like my flatmates very much'? That sounds like nonsense. Besides, you wouldn't have such a lovely sign on your door if it were true now, would you? But I appreciate your honesty about your sexual orientation. It would have made things much more difficult for both of us." Foiled by my blasted door sign. Who'd have thought that such an innocent thing could have gotten me into such a situation? All it said was, "Stay Out. PLEASE." "Anyway, that'll do with the questions for now. Time for you to meet the thing that'll be living in your mouth the next few days." My eyes widened. "But you said-" "I lied. Sorry. But you do have my permission to ask your questions. If you're able." It soon became clear, however, that I was not. A bright red gag appeared in my vision and was quickly stuffed into my mouth. It all happened too fast for me to react - I was too slow to resist the gag's entry. The gag was surprisingly soft, and I was comforted by the fact that it didn't completely fill my mouth - I could probably still make a loud, high pitched noise if I needed to. But that small respite vanished a moment later as the gag began to grow. I was in full panic mode now, hyperventilating as beads of sweat sprung into existence all across my body. The gag continued to grow steadily until it completely filled my mouth cavity, reducing my vocal output to soft muffled moans. I managed to calm my breathing, but it was more difficult to get the oxygen I needed now that I was restricted to my nostrils alone. And my outrage at being muzzled like a dog certainly wasn't helping me to remain composed. Gordon's hands began to wipe the sweat from my body, moving up and down my sides first before proceeding to my chest. When he reached my breasts, I drew in a quick little breath and held it while his hands cupped the globes on my chest. Despite everything, he was still very gentle with me. He rubbed every bit of skin slowly, pausing after finishing with my nipples. The next sensation I experienced was completely new to me - lips sucking softly on my nipple. An involuntary moan escaped through my gag as he proceeded to my other nipple. This... actually felt pretty good. After all the horror stories I had heard of young women being sexually abused by sadistic men, I expected to have been deflowered by this man long before now. But instead this exquisitely sensual treatment took me by surprise. I'd never felt such sensations from my body before, and I decided that while I was lying here helpless I might as well enjoy them. Gordon proceeded to move his hands down my legs to my feet. He gave my soles a quick tickle that sent tremors up my body as my legs bucked up against the bonds to no avail. Rendered completely immobile, the helplessness of my situation was really going to my head. All these new sensations unleashed upon my body, and I had no choice but to lie there and take them. It was cruel, wrong, frustrating... and utter bliss. The next gentle touch was right above the most private part of my body. Again, my body reflexively jerked at the contact, and this time my entire pelvis lifted slightly from the chair. So I do have some movement after all, I thought to myself. It was my last coherent thought, though, because then Gordon slipped his finger onto my clit and my conscious mind shut down. For anyone looking at my face at that moment, it probably looked as if I belonged in a mental asylum. My eyes flickered behind half-closed eyelids. My mouth hung slightly ajar, and a vacant expression occupied my features. In my mind, I was seeing bright flashing images of every colour. The surface of my skin felt like it was burning, but I paid it no heed because the sensation coming from my nether region was simply too overpowering. Words could not adequately describe that sensation. It pushed everything else out of my mind and took hold of my entire being. For an instant I forgot everything about my current plight and simply savoured the moment, wishing it would last forever. Alas, it did not. *** I was amazed. I had never heard of girls experiencing an orgasm from just a single touch on the clitoris, yet lying before me, gasping for air as her chest heaved up and down, was proof. She had admitted to being a virgin, but I'd assumed she would have at least stimulated herself to an orgasm before. I was going to have a very fun time with her indeed. Alicia still seemed to be recovering from subspace, so I took the opportunity to clean her up a bit. Her juices were everywhere, so like the crazy person I was I decided to taste some. It was sweet but slightly acidic at the same time. I wouldn't have minded having more, but I didn't know what sort of health risks were involved so I decided to mop up the rest of her juices with a soapy sponge. I also wiped down the rest of her body which was once again glistening with sweat. Not quite as thorough as having a shower, but close enough. She was beginning to stir back to life now, so I picked up the chair's remote and pressed the button that brought the backrest upright. Her eyelids stopped fluttering and she opened her eyes... She had the most beautiful eyes. They were a deep, piercing green hue that stared into your very being and evoked a desire to treat their owner with all the gentleness you possessed. I looked right back into those eyes as she beheld my face for the first time. Confusion flitted across her face, swiftly replaced by a look of helpless submission as she remembered where she was. Taking pity on her, I deflated and removed her gag. While my hands were behind her head, I also unclipped her collar from the ring on the chair, wondering how long it would take her to notice. As soon as I stepped back she spoke. "Thank you," she said breathlessly. "For what? Giving you your first orgasm, or removing your gag?" It's good to clarify these things. "Both," she gasped, blushing. "Well, there's a lot more where that came from," I assured her. She frowned at this, her cute little mouth curving downwards ever-so-slightly. For some reason I felt the urge to comfort her, despite the fact that it was my actions alone that had brought her into this situation. "Don't worry now, you'll enjoy it very much, I suspect. Now, would you like to be gagged again or do you still have questions?" She thought for a moment, then informed me, "One question." "And what's that?" I was curious now. I thought she'd be bursting with questions: all the whys and hows surrounding the whole abduction affair, what I intended to do with her, desperate pleas for freedom, and so forth. What I could never have expected was what she said next. "Why didn't you kidnap me sooner?" I couldn't believe it. Suddenly she was actually glad that I'd abducted her? I knew from my investigation that she'd led a dull life, but I didn't think she'd be that desperate to leave it all behind. The question had caught me off-guard - I had no answer to give her. Instead, I simply replied, "Get some sleep. You'll need it." It was actually still the same night that I had taken her from her bed, but she didn't need to know that. Remote in hand, I pressed the recline button and left the room, locking the heavy steel door behind me. I could watch her through the hidden camera I had installed, not that I expected to see much movement while she was still strapped to that chair. As I made my way upstairs to my room, I reflected on what I had accomplished that night. A girl lay helpless and nude in my personal dungeon. She was stunningly beautiful, naively innocent, and quickly accepting her captivity. So that was a definite win. Unbelievably, she even seemed thankful for me abducting her. I wondered if she was simply trying to placate me in an elaborate escape attempt, but since I had no way of knowing I decided to sleep on it and see what the morning brought. *** The moment I heard the door's heavy clang as Gordon left the room, my chair began to tilt backwards. Tired of being moved against my will, I struggled against my bonds once more and found, to my surprise, that my collar was no longer attached to the chair. This meant that I could sit up fully and look around, as only my wrists and ankles were still tied down. But even my wrists and ankles had some wriggling room now - not enough to escape, by any means, but still considerably less restrictive than the rigid restraints I had awoken in. I wondered what had changed. Looking around, it took every fibre of my being to hold back a scream. The room was outfitted with every sort of medieval torture device imaginable, complete with dark blood stains on a number of sharp, scary-looking implements. I couldn't believe that the man who had just stimulated me to my first orgasm had anything to do with such devices. I wondered what sort of dark deeds he performed down here, and again what he could possibly have in mind for me. The room itself was rather plain - stone walls, stone roof, stone floor... It didn't help my escape prospects much. The only light came from a single bulb embedded in the middle of the ceiling. It was currently emitting a dull glow, but I knew it could also be adjusted to provide a much brighter light. There were countless hooks and wrist-sized rings protruding from the various walls, and I shuddered at the thought of being locked into them for hours on end. There were even some metal loops sticking out of the roof, and I wondered what purpose they could possibly serve. The door stood in one corner, a bare metal slab flush with the stone wall. I didn't know how it was opened, or even if it could be opened from this side at all. Maybe it could only be opened remotely. It mattered little, however. I was still securely fastened to this infernal chair, and no amount of wriggling or struggling could help me. Worse: such exertions only served to make my breasts bounce around embarrassingly, serving as perverse entertainment for whomever might be watching me through the camera that was no doubt concealed somewhere above. Abducting an Angel I also noticed a damp sponge on the ground beside me, and recalled that Gordon had cleaned me up while I was recovering from my orgasm. That was nice of him, but I was really wishing for a proper shower now. And some water... Having finished examining my surroundings, I lay back down on the chair and thought about what had just transpired. The orgasm - as I now knew it to be - had been undeniably amazing. I felt a strong urge to recreate that experience however I could, but at the same time I wanted to get as far away from this man as I could and return to my dull but predictable life. If I stayed here, I would surely experience more of those blissful orgasms, but there was no telling what else Gordon might decide to do with me. On the other hand, escaping seemed nigh impossible. Gordon was very thorough with my restraints and had obviously gone to great lengths to even abduct me in the first place. It would be so easy to just go along with his will... And what sort of life did I have to return to, anyway? A low-paying fast food job and some miserable flatmates hardly provided much of an incentive. I decided to play the part of an obedient slave for now, and if an opportunity arose for escape then I would reconsider my options at that time. With that resolution, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift off to sleep. It may come as no surprise that I awoke in exactly the same position. I had half-hoped that this was just some far-fetched fantasy of mine, but as I tested my bonds once more I was forced to accept it as reality. I had no way of telling exactly how long I'd slept, but judging by the persistent throbbing feeling between my legs it had not been very long. The light level was still the same, but my eyes had adjusted to see perfectly through the gloom. I lay there for what seemed like hours before anything happened. Then I heard the door swing open and closed, and I was about to sit up to greet Gordon when the light suddenly became blindingly bright, forcing me to turn my head away to let my eyes adjust. "Good morning, sunshine." He seemed to be in a better mood today. Was that a good thing? "Morning..." I croaked, staring at the blob of pulsating light that obscured his face. "Ah yes, I brought you some water, actually. And a bit of breakfast." His words were very welcome indeed - my throat was painfully dry by now and I felt like I hadn't eaten in days. Maybe I hadn't. He placed a plate on my lap and returned the chair to its upright state, then undid the strap on my left wrist and stepped back. I looked down at the food. Two pieces of buttered toast with jam accompanied by a glass of water. A glass. I could cause a severe injury with a glass. But did I really want to injure a man who had served me only pleasure? It would still be very difficult to escape with only one hand free, anyway. Especially my left hand. The clasps securing my other wrist were behind the chair and out of my reach. The food seemed innocent enough so I quickly devoured the toast and consumed the whole glass of water in one short series of gulps. I looked up at Gordon, who was smiling to himself as if I'd passed some sort of test. He moved the plate and glass out of my reach and went to secure my wrist again. On a sudden urge, I grabbed his arm, pulling him closer and twisting him around so that he sat on my lap, his other arm out of my reach. "You really do sweep me off my feet," he said wryly. Then he took my arm in his free hand, stood up, and forced it back into the straps with too much strength for me to resist. He then quickly replaced the gag and inflated it once more, ignoring my semi-muffled protests. A second later I found I could no longer move my head either, as he had reattached my collar to the chair. With an overwhelming sense of defeat I let my body go limp and glared as angrily as I could at my infallible captor. "Now, seeing as you're done with breakfast, I thought we would get started." His words had a hard edge to them that sent a chill down my spine. Conscious of all the torture devices around me, I gave Gordon my best puppy-dog-eyes look but he ignored it and continued unhampered. "I'm guessing if you'd never had an orgasm before, you probably haven't used one of these before, either," he said, holding up a small pink U-shaped instrument. It didn't look very scary - certainly no blades sticking out or anything, so I couldn't imagine what it might be used for. "Oh, and I might as well introduce you to some of this chair's special features," he added. That didn't sound good. He pressed a button on a small remote and the chair's leg rests started moving apart, forcing my legs open. They continued to spread until my legs were almost horizontal. Now, I was a flexible girl, but no gymnast. My inner thighs were screaming bloody murder, made only worse by the weight of my body forcing my crotch even lower. I struggled to keep my bottom from sliding down the chair by pushing against the wrist straps, but my arm muscles soon gave out and I was back to square one. Gordon, meanwhile, was watching my struggles with an unbridled grin upon his face. Part of my mind registered that he was actually rather handsome - the sort of looks I would have dated a guy for. But I was too preoccupied with the burning sensation in my thighs to give that thought much attention. Somehow, this new position made me feel even more vulnerable than I had before. My outstretched legs left me in the perfect position for Gordon's shaft to penetrate the sanctity of my most private orifice, but I sincerely hoped that he was not planning to do so. I hadn't liked the way my mind was driven to incoherence when he had last touched me there - my mind was my only sanctity now, it seemed, and if he took that away... I feared I would lose my grip on reality altogether. The orgasm itself had been utter bliss, but I didn't like the idea of my body betraying me so easily. Though clearly satisfied at my discomfort, Gordon stepped forward and supported my weight by placing a hand through my crotch. I froze, secretly thankful for him relieving the strain on my thigh muscles. But my gratefulness vanished the moment I realised his actual intention. His fingers made contact with my virgin rosebud, where he began liberally spreading a cool lubricant of some kind. You can't touch me there, I thought indignantly. But the rubbing continued, and he even had the gall to poke a finger into my rear. Thankfully, he quickly withdrew it, but my disgust remained. Suddenly he let go and my thighs resumed their protest. Seeing my discomfort, Gordon tapped another button on his remote and the chair's leg rests came together slightly. Not enough to relieve my overwhelming sense of vulnerability, but enough that I could sit comfortably without immediate pain. He pressed another button. I was really starting to dislike this remote. So far, it had- "Mhmmmmpf!" A moan of outrage escaped through my gag. A large, cold object was trying to push its way into my rear. I clenched my muscles as hard as I could muster, but it continued to slide slowly into my hole. I cursed the lubricant for rendering my skin's natural friction useless and allowing this perverse violation to occur. Then the intruder slowed to a halt, my hole stretched painfully wide, and I let out a sigh of relief through my nostrils. It wasn't that far in - I could probably expel it with enough effort. But Gordon had other ideas. He frowned and reached over to give the object a small tap. With a silent but visceral plop, the large invader lodged itself firmly within my anal cavity and my sphincter snapped shut around its base. I truly had no hope of expelling it now. "Neat, isn't it? Spring-loaded into the chair," Gordon explained excitedly. "I'm surprised you fit that one, actually. It was nearly the largest they had." But his words may well have fallen on deaf ears, because I'd finally been pushed past my limit. Tears began flowing from my eyes, trickling off the sides of my chin and down my breasts. His face softened. "Hey now, don't cry, little angel. I know this is a new experience for you, but I promise you'll enjoy it soon enough." His promise meant little to me, and my tears continued flowing relentlessly. I glanced over at one of the torture devices in the room, wondering if it could possibly be worse than what I was already going through. Gordon followed my gaze and smiled proudly. "Don't tell me you were scared by those ancient things!" he laughed. "Collectors' items. Complete with fake blood! I doubt they'd actually be functional, but we can try that one if you'd like." Greatly surprised by his explanation, a wave of relief swept over me. That was one less thing to worry about. Hopefully he was joking about trying it out, though - it looked like one of those racks they used to strap people into to pull their limbs apart. I knew my history, for the little good it did me. Now perceiving the room as slightly less threatening, I managed to steel myself and cease the trickle of tears. The foreign object wedged in my rear still had me panicking, however. It terrified me that the most private parts of my body that I had hidden from prying eyes most of my life were now suddenly exposed and violated by this peculiar man and there was absolutely nothing I could do to resist him. He had provoked so many diverse emotional responses in me that my head was now reduced to a jumbled mess; my once-treasured intelligence and reason had all but deserted me. I was trying desperately to pick up the pieces, but having my emotions manipulated in so many ways had taken a great toll on my mind. And still no end was in sight... Even in my fragile mental state, I began to understand why all those stories of rape and abduction had always sounded so horrific. It was not because of the foul deeds committed against the girls - terrible though they were - but rather because of the gibbering mess that those girls were reduced to. Because of how they never fully recovered from the trauma. Because of how they degenerated into a husk of their former selves, drifting through life. How they had to carry that invisible burden as long as they lived, with no one able to relate to them or console them. It was a road I knew I would travel down if this treatment continued. But if nothing else, I wouldn't travel that road passively. I'd be trussed up and dumped in the back of a truck before anyone took me down that road. Then I remembered the nature of my situation and realised that such a scenario was actually quite likely. Oblivious to my terrified musings, Gordon approached with the little pink instrument he'd shown to me earlier. Holding it over my vulva, he plunged it directly into my virgin orifice as I drew a sharp intake of breath in response. He proceeded to wriggle the device, to my shameful and reluctant enjoyment, until he seemed happy with its position. Then he reached underneath the chair and pulled out a rubber flap I hadn't seen before. "Think of it as latex lingerie. I just don't want to have to clean up another mess like last time. And we wouldn't want your new little friend slipping out either, would we?" he explained as he attached the latex to hooks above each of my legs. That pink device wouldn't be falling out now, that was for certain. The latex was quite tight around my crotch, and I could see the outline of the little device pressed against my clit. The resultant movement of the large metal object in my rear caused me to shift uncomfortably, which in turn only made the sensation more pronounced. But at least the latex stopped any other unexpected objects from entering my orifices. I was more worried about this mention of "another mess". Did that mean another orgasm? I didn't know whether to be excited or apprehensive after my first experience. Taking a different remote from his pocket, Gordon tweaked a dial and then hesitated before pushing a large button. He looked up at me and our eyes locked for an instant, his set in a determined gaze and mine widened with apprehension. Without saying a word, he pushed the button. A scream escaped into my gag. The little pink device exploded into powerful vibrations centred directly over my clitoris and g-spot. I felt my spread legs quivering in response to the stimulus, but in a rising surge of rebellion I clenched my lower body muscles as tightly as I could to numb the sensations. He'd already manipulated me to an orgasm once - he wouldn't get another out of me now that I knew what they were. I wasn't just some sex doll he could play with and violate however he wished - I was an independent human being, and I refused to bend to his perverse wishes. But when would it end? The vibrations continued on mercilessly, my muscles now aching all over from having been clenched so firmly. I glared at Gordon, my face scrunched up in a furious expression. He was leaning casually against the wall looking back at me impassively. A slight smile appeared as he saw my resolve beginning to falter. "You're so cute when you try to resist. But it's futile, you know." If I could have glared at him any more angrily, I would have. But instead I felt control over my muscles begin to weaken as they burned with overexertion. The vibrations over my most sensitive spots took hold once more, their irresistible influence breaking through my concentration. I thrashed out against my bonds, but as always they refused to budge and my remaining energy only diminished further. I involuntarily let my body relax... I'd tried my best, hadn't I? Surely there was no shame in giving in now... The device lodged in my crotch buzzed on oblivious to the chaos it inflicted. My mind became hazy as pleasure assaulted my senses, then I jerked back into consciousness again as I tried to clear my head. This repeated a few more times before a soothing voice cut through my clouded mind and eased my struggles. "That's it, girl. Just relax and enjoy it..." I felt a hand on my forehead, alleviating the ache in my clenched brow. That voice is so comforting. I think I'll just... My thoughts faded away as I sunk into subspace. *** "Mmmmmmmmmmmphhhh..." Alicia let out a soft moan as her eyes left mine and rolled up into her head. I'd been so excited when I discovered she was a virgin - just watching her face as I manipulated her body against her will was really something special. Now I couldn't begin to imagine the bliss she was experiencing. The only indication that she was still conscious was her flaring nostrils and the straining muscles all over her body. But I hadn't abducted a girl just to watch her in ecstasy. No, as entertaining as that was, I had a somewhat more physical involvement in mind. But despite my engorged member, I had no desire to rob her of her innocence just yet. A virgin was a rare thing in today's world, and I wanted to savour that innocence for as long as I could. Her body knew how to react better than she did, though - when she'd grabbed me after finishing breakfast, I had noticed to my surprise that her vulva was already rather moist. I'd decided not to punish her for the outburst after that. Presently I began fondling the inside of her thighs, massaging her tense muscles. I marvelled at the smoothness of her fair skin, especially as I moved my hand closer to her crotch. Watching the latex covering her two holes, I grinned as a small bulge appeared briefly in the middle before dispersing again. This happened a few more times in quick succession. Climaxed already, I thought with satisfaction. She'd squirted everywhere during her first orgasm, so it was no surprise that with more powerful stimulation the force of her squirted juices could push the latex out briefly. Her eyes flew open. "Nmm mmm mfff," she pleaded. At least, I assumed she was pleading. I couldn't understand a word, but judging from her desperate expression and her recent orgasm, I could only guess that she wanted the vibrator turned off. Well, always the good teacher, I decided to educate her on some of her body's capabilities. "After just one? You can do better than that," I replied encouragingly. She tried to reply, but fortunately she was saved the trouble by another climax approaching. Her eyes disappeared once more, and I resumed my fondling. At least she wasn't bucking around like with her first orgasm - the butt plug made sure of that. It had to feel strange having such a large object stuck up your rectum, especially for a girl as inexperienced in these things as Alicia. I did have some idea of the sexual agony she was going through now, though, despite my personal lack of experience. I knew that a woman's genitals became extremely sensitive during sexual arousal - and they were never more aroused than after experiencing an orgasm. In fact, she was supposedly in a "heightened state of awareness" or something, but she certainly didn't look very aware now. Perhaps it only applies to direct contact, I mused, now sucking softly on an erect nipple. I'd heard of women who were driven unconscious from too many consecutive orgasms, and I thought it would be neat to see that for myself. After her fourth orgasm, however, I decided to give the poor girl a break. Her skin was shining with sweat and her chest was rising and falling so fast I thought she would collapse. If she was able to move, that was. By now, I'd stroked or licked nearly every square inch of her luscious body and I probably knew her prurient curves better than she did herself. I was ready for something different. Figuring Alicia wouldn't be back with it for another few minutes yet, I started moving her to the next position. I quickly unstrapped all her limbs, unclipped her collar, and started to remove the latex panties. On my touch, the latex slid across her skin as if it was heavily lubricated. Then I realised it was - she was literally slipping in her own orgasmic fluids. That must feel just wonderful, I thought, glad I wasn't in her position. But I had no time to lose, so I unfastened the latex flap and resolved to clean up the dripping mess later. Ignoring her slimy crotch, I took her limp body up in my arms - hearing a soft plop as the butt plug was dragged out of her rear - and strolled over to the wall, glancing down at her face. She looked so peaceful... Exhausted, perhaps, but otherwise as tranquil as on the night I'd found her. I gently deposited her against the wall and secured some leather shackles around her wrists and ankles. The wrist shackles were connected by a thick rope to some rings high on the wall, so I could easily pull on the rope to lift her arms up later. The shackles around her ankles were a bit different. They too had ropes running to some rings on the wall, these ones near the floor, but they also had little metal loops on the opposite side that could be connected to a spreader bar. I decided to leave her collar unconnected for now. As she began to stir, I pulled on each rope which brought her wrists hard to the wall, lifting her body into an upright spread-eagled position. Just as I was doing the same with her ankles, she sprang back to life and started thrashing around wildly. Fortunately, only one leg was still loose, so I had no trouble overpowering and subduing her efforts. I was actually quite pleased that she'd come to right at that moment, because it meant that she was fully aware of the missed opportunity to best me and her powerlessness would be driven home all the more. On that note, I suspected it wouldn't be too long before I broke her - she seemed remarkably naive of bondage and even her own sexuality, which only made her more susceptible to being overwhelmed by feelings of hopelessness and despair when such things were forced on her against her will. And she'd already broken down crying once, which I took to be an indication that it was becoming too much for her to handle. Yet I didn't really want to see her broken - it seemed a shame for such a beauty to be reduced to little more than an animal in heat, not to mention that it took all the enjoyment out of my activities. Well, most of the enjoyment. Her innocent reactions were highly satisfying, and seeing her submit to the pleasure despite her futile protests was what really turned me on. In any case, I hadn't finished with her yet, so she'd just have to hold on to her sanity for as long as she could. Abducting an Angel Now that she was held arms-wide against the wall, I decided to put a spreader bar to use. Her feet were currently held less than a foot apart - I wanted to increase that to at least a metre or so. I looked around for an appropriately-sized spreader bar and found one lying nearby, next to a large handheld vibrator. I made a mental note to use that later and proceeded to attach the spreader bar to Alicia's ankles. The distance proved to be adequate - her legs were spread by a nice amount, and just enough that she winced slightly from the uncomfortable tug on her aching thighs. I didn't want her kicking out at me, though, so I tied the spreader bar to one of the wall rings with a short rope. She was now truly spread-eagled against the stone wall and glaring at me with her best I-am-not-amused look. I slapped her swollen pussy playfully, enjoying the sight of her thighs flexing in vain as she tried to pull her legs together. Deciding it was time to clean up the mess she'd made, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled right up to Alicia's crotch. I looked up to see her peering down at me with a curious expression on her face. Without hesitation, I began licking all the skin coated in her juices, leaving her sensitive pink mound till last. "Ever had cunnilingus?" I asked, looking up at her. Her puzzled expression said it all. I dived into her hole tongue-first, pushing into every fold of flesh that I could feel. I was probably doing it like a complete amateur, but it was all the same to her on the receiving end. Muffled moans wafted down from above as her labia trembled against my tongue. Then I pulled out, wiped my mouth with my hand and stood up. "Mmmmmph?" I'd never heard an incoherent mumble sound so sad, but she pulled it off like a pro. "Oh, no. You've had your fun. Now it's time for you to learn a little more about your body." Quickly deflating and removing her gag, I held my hand over her mouth and stared at her sternly as a warning. I then removed the latex flap dangling from the chaise and held it up to her mouth. "Lick," I commanded. At first she just stared at it with a look of disgust written plainly across her features. Then she opened her mouth as if to talk, and I took the opportunity to shove the latex firmly into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own juices. She struggled, but quickly realised she had no hope of escaping it. So she started licking. Slowly at first, then with more vigour as I moved the material around so she could reach all of it. Once the latex was satisfactorily clean, I threw it behind me and let her know I was pleased. "See, that wasn't too hard, was it," I gave her a swift kiss on the lips and put a gag back in her mouth before she could respond. A ball gag, this time - those inflatable gags could do some damage after a while. My next deed would work best as a surprise, so I found her panties that I'd removed last night and tied them around her head to blindfold her. Then I left the room to retrieve the indoor hose and returned to the girl sprawled across my wall to aim the nozzle at her chest. I switched it on. Her body jerked as if she'd been electrocuted, and she continued to tremble as I directed the stream of water all over her body. I didn't blame her - the water was quite cold, but I had to clean her off somehow. Hosing her down just seemed like the most entertaining way of doing it. I noticed that her quivering intensified when I sprayed at her armpits, her sides, and, naturally, at her groin. Ticklish one, huh. I reduced the water pressure and ripped off the panties from her head, spraying her directly in the face for a split second before I turned off the nozzle. "There you go. Now all of that sweat is gone. You're welcome," I said, teasing her. Her face started to sour, and not wanting her to cry again I jumped in and initiated a vigorous but soft tickling on her sides. She immediately broke into muffled laughter as her belly shook violently. I stopped and moved my fingers up to her vulnerable armpits, savouring the wide-eyed pleading look she gave me. I promptly tapped her skin once and lowered my hands. Alicia breathed a sigh of relief. I decided to let her hair loose to redeem myself slightly. I removed the scrunchie and allowed her hair to fall onto her breasts. Then, thinking the constant tickling might irritate her, I swept her hair behind her shoulders, running my hand down its length as I did. It was lovely, soft hair - well-treated, no doubt. I loved a girl who looked after her body well and didn't mutilate herself with tattoos and studs. Alicia watched me with an inscrutable expression. I must be very difficult for her to figure out - forcing orgasms out of her one minute and admiring her hair the next. Well, she seemed ready for more of the former. I knew I was. *** I hated the new position I found myself in. All the uneasy feelings of vulnerability from the last one, with the added annoyance of having to stand up for a prolonged time. Well, I could theoretically let my legs go slack, but my arms would hate me for it. And this bar holding my legs apart - who on earth would invent such a thing? I wanted to close my legs so badly. Unlike in the chair, my ankles weren't strapped to anything. I could wriggle my legs freely but I just couldn't move them together - that cruel bar kept them firmly apart despite my most fervent exertions. The only reward I reaped was a renewing of the ache in my thighs. To make matters worse, Gordon now knew my weak spots. I had hoped with everything else going on - with the relentless stimulation of the most private areas of my body - that he wouldn't realise how intensely ticklish I was. But here I was, no holes barred, my entire being laid before this man to do with as he wished. Gone were the days of my own wishes having any meaning. And yet after experiencing such guilty pleasures, my captor was beginning to grow on me. Four orgasms in a row! I'd never dreamed such a thing was possible. I was hooked now - I wanted to feel them all over again, to let my body go slack as the intense pleasure rocked me into oblivion. I couldn't help but crave that next glorious convulsion... Maybe this is what drug-addicts felt like. That thought made me catch myself, drawing my mind back from the endless ocean of unescapable bliss. I knew I had to do something to escape this place before I was fully addicted to that newfound ecstasy, but I still couldn't overcome the overwhelming helplessness I felt... An idea began forming in my mind. My thought process was cut, however, when I saw what Gordon was approaching with. Rope - lots of it. The next thing I knew he was winding it around my waist and crotch, creating a sort of G-string out of rope. I gasped as the rope cut through the lips of my tender slit but Gordon paid me no heed. After finishing with my lower body he moved up to my chest. Holding my breast in one hand, he wrapped several coils of rope around its base before connecting it to my other breast and repeating the process. Then he tied off the rope and pinched my nipple lightly as if as a signature touch. Expecting a sharp pain, I was surprised when the pinch actually felt rather pleasurable. I was learning new things about my body by the hour, it seemed. I was less impressed with the way my normally average-sized bust was now pushed out in front of me like two big balloons. They looked ridiculous and were beginning to acquire a deep shade of red. But I couldn't feel any pain, so I wasn't too worried by that. I probably looked like a model for some new exotic line of strapless rope bras, though. At least the rope wasn't rough - it was actually very soft against my skin. Then Gordon took them in his hands and shook them gently up and down. My humiliation only intensified when he let go and they continued bouncing briefly. My face probably matched the hue of my bosom by that point. He moved away, picked up something off the floor, and turned back to face me. It was a black rod with a large round head. I had no idea what its use might be... Until he held it against my most sensitive area and flicked the switch. It began as a light tickling. Every sensory nerve in my swollen clitoris was driven crazy, sending tingles all across my body. Then it became stronger. Powerful vibrations ran through me and were amplified by the rope through my crotch and my highly sensitive state of arousal. I tried moving my groin away from the infernal machine, but Gordon matched my movements with ease. Then it increased in power for the last time, unleashing an unstoppable barrage of pleasure on my overloaded sensory system. I climaxed, arching my head back in uncontrollable ecstasy and collapsing as I rode the orgasm out. I was vaguely aware of a loud buzzing noise ceasing, but I couldn't recall when the noise had started. You just can't inflict such extreme pleasure upon a person and expect them to come through unscathed, I thought hopelessly. As my eyes regained focus and I was able to make my legs support my weight once more, I gazed into Gordon's eyes with the most exhausted expression I could muster. I tried murmuring into my gag to indicate that I wanted to speak - surely he'd grant me that much. He hesitated briefly, then said, "I'll give you one chance to talk. You'd better make it count." He removed my gag with practised ease, then looked at me questioningly and prompted, "Well?" I worked my jaw a bit first, attempting to overcome its numbness. I knew what I had to say - it was the only thing that had the slightest chance of getting me out of here before it was too late. Trying to resist my all-consuming libido was useless. And I knew that this could be the last time I was in my right mind and capable of lucid, rational thought. So there I was, arms outstretched and shackled above my head, legs held wide apart by a metal bar, collared like some mindless cattle, my breasts wrapped liberally in coils of rope and protruding like melons, my tender slit split open by a rope wrapped tightly around my crotch, my skin shining with a fresh coat of perspiration, held captive in a subterranean stone cell who-knows-where, held face to face with the man who was responsible for all of the above. "Gordon," I said seductively. "Will you marry me?" *** I smirked. "Is that supposed to make me go easier on you?" A look of desperation crossed her face as she replied. "No! I mean... I'm serious." Despite the very tempting prospect of spending the rest of my life with this amazing woman - whether she remained my personal sex slave or not - I couldn't help but be sceptical of her proposal given the circumstances. But if she was serious, then she must realise that much more of this would be in store for her, so using it as a means of escape was hardly logical. Unless she intended to run at the first opportunity... Mulling it over, I decided there was no harm in going through with it. I'd have to keep a close eye on her, of course, and our wedding would have to be performed in relative secrecy, but I think it could work. And it would certainly ease my conscience about raping her. Well, I suppose it wouldn't be rape then. Looking deep into her eyes as if to read her true thoughts directly, I said slowly, "Alright, Alicia. I will marry you." She beamed at me with that angelic smile of hers, making me want to cradle her right there. It was scary how much control she had over me, even fully restrained as she was. I continued hastily, "We'll seal the deal tomorrow. I suppose I'd better find you something to wear..." I knew a minister that wouldn't ask too many questions, and my house had a foyer just right for our little ceremony. As for what she would wear... I had a few ideas. With only a day to prepare I couldn't afford to spend any more time with my fiancee, so I left her standing spread-eagled against the wall - replacing her ball gag first, of course - and went to fetch some important equipment. The day passed quickly. It seemed like an insignificant affair, this wedding, and yet I couldn't help but feel excited. Very little would actually change - over time I might allow her more freedom, but otherwise she would remain my captive and the world would be none the wiser as to what transpires below Gordon Massey's mansion. Still, she would be my wife. That thought held some weight in my mind, and the more I dwelt on it the more I liked the idea. The following morning shortly after ten, my friend Nathan arrived to perform the ceremony. I wasn't even sure if a wedding was official without ample witnesses, but Nathan assured me that he would take care of the legal side of things. I'd been up for several hours already, preparing my fiancee for her appearance and ensuring she was comfortable, properly nourished, and unlikely to expose the nature of our relationship. She had been perfectly compliant when I had locked a chastity belt on her and threatened to throw away the key if she acted up. She must have really liked those orgasms, I thought, amused. Just in case she had second thoughts, I tied a length of rope between her knees, restricting her ability to run. In addition, I had kept the rope on her breasts for the appealing effect it had on the size of her bust. Finally, her whole body was wrapped in white cloth, forming a makeshift dress and conveniently concealing all of the incriminating bondage equipment beneath. The cloth was actually just a silk sheet, but I kept that fact to myself. She'd also had her first proper shower this morning, much to her delight. It was also the first time she had free movement of both her hands, so I had been rather nervous as I waited outside the bathroom door. But my anxiety proved to be for naught when she emerged, fresh-faced and smiling, wearing only a towel. But now was the true test of her commitment. She was now fully ready for the ceremony - all she had to do was walk into the room, say the appropriate lines, and stay silent as the minister left my house. Nathan now stood at the end of the foyer, and I took my place before him and waited for Alicia to enter from the side door. The moment dragged on longer, and I grew nervous about this whole ordeal. I should never have agreed to marry her - it was too risky. I didn't want to lose this girl that I'd worked so hard to acquire... Then she entered the room. Her eyes darted briefly to the front door before meeting my uncertain gaze. She deliberated for a moment, then began walking slowly towards me. My heart leapt. This was actually happening - the lifelong companionship I'd always deeply craved was almost mine. I'd never hoped even in my wildest dreams that the girl who fulfilled my darkest desires would also willingly become that companion. I never thought I would get the best of both worlds, and yet here she was. She was stunning, too. The white cloth hugged her form closely, sitting just loose enough to make you question whether she was wearing a bra underneath. She wasn't, of course, but her exaggerated bust was enough to widen Nathan's eyes as he whispered to me, "Never thought I'd say this, mate, but you scored quite the looker." "Thanks for the confidence," I whispered back, grinning. Alicia reached me and took my hands in hers, our eyes locking as Nathan cleared his throat and began. By some miracle, the ceremony proceeded without a hitch. We each said some generic vows at Nathan's prompting, and I laughed to myself as I thought about how ironic many of them were. "Remain bound together in love" indeed. We put gold rings on each other's finger - thankfully I'd already had some plain jewellery lying around - and after a few more customary lines, we were pronounced husband and wife. "You may now kiss your bride." I wrapped my arms firmly around Alicia as our mouths joined in an intimate kiss. Nathan stood there awkwardly, waiting for us to finish. Finally, we broke apart and turned to face him. "Well, congratulations, guys. There's just some formal paperwork here that you've gotta sign, and then I'll be off." I nodded and passed the pen to my wife, patiently waiting as she read over her section. She didn't know that I'd modified the conditions of divorce slightly - the only way our marriage could terminate was by proven infidelity, which I certainly wasn't going to risk. She must have seen this condition, though, because she seemed to stare at the page for a long time before silently signing in the appropriate place. Then she handed me the pen, and I quickly skimmed through the formal jargon and signed my name beside hers before passing the documents back to Nathan. "That's it! I wish you guys a great honeymoon." And with that, he strolled out the front door and drove off. I was left standing there with my beautiful bride, who looked at me and smiled nervously. I knew she would be hoping that she didn't have to go back to the dungeon, but she wanted to see what I would do before expressing it. Without saying a word, I put my arm around her shoulders and guided her back towards the basement. The smile disappeared and she turned her head to me with a pleading look. "I did everything right. You can trust me, see?" Her soft voice took on a desperate tone. "That's true, you did. But I didn't give you much choice." The threat of a permanent chastity belt can be a powerful motivator. "The reason I don't want to wear this frustrating belt forever is because I want to lose my virginity to you," she gushed. The girl sure knew how to sweet-talk a guy. I didn't buy it, but it made me feel good regardless. She would get her wish, in any case. I picked up a set of leather handcuffs on my way downstairs and locked her wrists behind her back before she got any ideas. I removed her ring while I was at it and put it with mine in my pocket. I pushed her back into the dungeon and she stumbled over to the reclined chair in the middle before losing her balance. Shutting the heavy door behind me, I returned to help Alicia out of her wedding gown. *** I stumbled across the room as if I was wearing a tight miniskirt - the rope between my legs had more or less the same effect. As I neared the chair that I'd been strapped to previously, I lost my balance and collapsed face-first into it, cursing the handcuffs that prevented me from breaking my fall. Hearing the door slam behind me, I twisted around to see Gordon approaching with a smug look on his face. "What are you so pleased about..." I muttered, disgruntled, as I struggled to right myself. "Have I ever told you how stunningly beautiful you are?" He replied. I blushed. Somehow it made me feel better knowing that the man who had abducted me and was now my husband respected me at least as far as my body was concerned. Maybe he respected me in other ways, too. I might yet have a chance of getting out of this dungeon. "No? Well, you are a very beautiful creature, I assure you." Now he was just being flirtatious, but I loved hearing him say it. I certainly hadn't heard much of that before my abduction. "In fact, so ravishing you are that it's you I've decided to lose my virginity to. That's right, I'm a virgin too, not that it means much nowadays." Now it was my turn to be stunned. It did, in fact, mean a lot to me that Gordon was still a virgin. Of all the women he could have been with by now, he had chosen to abduct me. In some twisted way, that increased my respect for him immensely. I was sitting up on the chair now, so he reached around me and unlocked my cuffs, pulling me to a standing position. Then, slowly, he began to unwrap the cloth from my body. As more and more of my naked skin was revealed, I wondered if this was what I really wanted. I had been the one who proposed - breaking tradition, for what it was worth - but I had done it more out of desperation than a desire to actually marry him. And yet here I was, having gone through the wedding ceremony without a fuss, allowing him to disrobe me as I stood idly by, my arms free to resist him if I so chose. But I wasn't resisting him, leading me to conclude that I really did have feelings for this strange and gentle man.