3 comments/ 30025 views/ 19 favorites Finding Joy with Her Kidnapper By: kurious92 It was a drizzly Autumn night, I was walking to my car after a long day of lectures. It was getting pretty dark outside but my car was only a 5 minute walk away so I figured I would be safe. Boy was I wrong. The last thing I remember was a screech of tires and a rough pair of arms grabbing me around the waist and a funny smelling cloth being held to my face. The next thing I knew I was waking up blindfolded and gagged with my arms strung up over my head. I figured I must have been hanging from a ceiling. There must have been an open window somewhere because there was a cool draft dancing around making me shiver. I can hear someone approaching me, they must have been tall from the sound of their footsteps. It's a man, he has a deep gravelly voice that makes me shiver. He's telling me that he's been watching me for a while and it's my own fault I've been taken because I've been teasing him for weeks now and it's time I was punished for being such a slut. Fear grips my mind as I try and call out around the gag but it's too tight in my mouth. All of a sudden there's something whipping me. All over my DD cup boobs, my stomach and my thighs - that's when I realise I'm completely naked. I'm pretty sure it's a riding crop or something similar. The kidnapper keeps telling me how I've been such a slut and that I need to be punished. I'm crying out against the gag but the little voice in my head can't deny how good it feels and how warm I'm starting to feel down there. The hits start getting harder and harder and closer to my sex and it's starting to feel really good then all of a sudden he stops and before I can control myself I let out a whimper of desire and need. I hear him laugh softly at my desperation then feel him grip my ankles and attach some sort of cuff to them. I then realise he's attached a spreader bar and is spreading my legs really far apart. My whole body is tensed and stretched apart. I hear something vibrating in the distance and before I can react he's slipped a vibrator right into my pussy and the vibration is more intense than any vibrator I've ever used. Crying out against the gag I can't stop my hips from bucking in pleasure as he straps the vibrator in and starts working me over with the crop again. He's telling me that if I cum without his permission I'll be in for a whole lot worse. He drops the crop then starts kneading my tits with his hands; sucking and biting my nipples and it's all so intense I know I'm not going to be able to stop myself from cumming One of his hand slips down and starts furiously rubbing my clit. It's the last push I needed and before I even know what's happening I scream out through the gag as I violently cum all around him, my entire body shaking and sweating. My body vibrates shamefully and desperately leaning on to him, he chuckles softly in my ear, his breath sending tingles down my spine. And that little voice in my head tells me I'm not afraid anymore, I'm just a slut that deserves to be ravaged and punished Everything goes quiet as he pulls away from me. I feel him unshackle my ankles and I sag as my legs relax. Then he pulls me down from the ceiling and carries me over to a bed. My whole body is limp and I'm in such a daze I don't even realise I'm not tied up and I miss my chance to fight back and escape. I think I black out for a while again. When I wake up the gag is removed and I know I've been cleaned up. But I also notice a tugging on my chest. I'm still blindfolded so I feel my chest with my hands. I have nipple clamps on! I try pulling them off but it just makes the pain worse as well as sending little tingles of pleasure down my body. I hear him tell me how useless my struggles are as he comes over and grabs my wrists. He handcuffs them together then ties them to something above my head. The movement pulls on my nipples, sending those spikes of pleasure again I beg him to let me go, but admittedly I didn't beg very hard. It was just all so exciting! Suddenly I feel his cock on my face covered in sticky precum, he tells me to open my mouth and his cock slips in. It's so big I can barely fit it all in! It hits the back of my throat and he just keeps pushing. I'm trying not to gag as he starts to brutally fuck my mouth. I'm gasping for air, tears streaming down my face as his cock pushes down the back of my throat and his balls slap my chin. It's so degrading yet it turns me on so much! I can feel him tensing as if he is about to cum but then he pulls out letting the air return to my lungs. Before I've recovered he's pulling on a chain between the nipple clamps, tugging little spikes of pleasure out of my nipples. Shamelessly, I start moaning and groaning and pushing my hips toward him, desperate to feel his touch between my thighs I hear him tell me what a dirty whore I am for letting someone fuck my mouth and I blush with humiliation. But I can't help myself for feeling this way. It's like my mind has been opened up to a whole new world. This man has kidnapped me and is defiling my body yet all I want to do is please him, with the vague hope that if I am good enough, then he will also please me. His hand slides between my legs and I can hear how wet I am. My hips rise up to his hand, desperate for some friction against my bulging clit. He dips a finger inside my pussy, swirling it around, god it aches so good! Then another finger goes in and I hear the vibrator turned on again. Slowly he starts pulling his fingers in and out and my hips are pushing against his hand trying to build up a rhythm. He tells me that if I manage to not come for 30 seconds he will let me come with the vibrator. I bite my lip in concentration as he starts to furiously finger-fuck my soaking pussy while counting out loud. I don't know if I can make it and I pull desperately on the hand cuffs while holding my breath and trying to stay as still as possible to avoid the impending orgasm, I'm so desperate to feel that vibrator again. 25 26 27 28 29 Oh god I don't think I can do this! 30 The vibrator is there on my clit and the pleasure is so intense. I scream out a guttural cry as I convulse around his hand, cuming again and again and again. As I'm coming down from the orgasmic high my kidnapper flips me over so I'm face down, my arms stretched in front of me still. My hips are pulled up so my ass is up in the air and I'm leaning forward on my face and chest. The pressure of the nipple clamps being pushed in to the bed is unbearable. I start to cry out in pain so he reaches down in front of me to quickly unclamp them. The rush of blood back in to my nipples is breathtaking, leaving a dull ache and making me want to just sit there and rub them. His rough hands are back on my hips and I know I'm about to be violated in the most ultimate, earth-shattering experience of my life. I feel the tip of his rock hard dick push apart my pussy lips and hesitate at the entrance. Before I can stop myself I push my hips back on to him, which is exactly what he was waiting for. He rams his rock of a cock deep in to my pussy, ramming all the way up to my cervix. I feel like I've been split in half as he pounds in to me again and again and again. The ache deep down in my belly starts to build and I know I'm going to cum again and I won't be able to stop it. I'm afraid he won't let me though so I whimper out, begging him to let me come "Please, I'm begging you, let me come all over your huge swollen dick?" The pumping slows and I'm afraid I've done something wrong. He leans forward, grabbing one of my tits, and whispers to me, "I'll count to 10, and then you can cum" He leans back and grabs my hips again, pulling all the way out, then slamming back in to me in such force I almost jump off the bed. The pressure is unbelievable and I'm moaning and groaning and pushing back on to him, all semblance of self-respect has flown out the window. He starts to count in time with the thrusts. I'm biting my lip so hard I can taste blood. So desperate for the release. Finally he gets to 10 and I explode around him as I feel his final release inside my pussy. The walls of my insides contracting against his cock, squeezing out every drop of his seed possible. At this point I black out as he also collapses on top of me, completely and utterly spent. I know this is just the beginning and that little voice is growing louder, telling me I've finally found what I've been searching for my whole life. Finding Joy with Her Kidnapper Ch. 02 It's cold. Really cold. He's left me tied to the bed, exhausted and naked, with a window wide open. The night breeze dances across my bare stomach and breasts. I was so confused about everything. Not about the situation I was in, but at my reaction to what just happened to me. Was I just raped? If I was raped then why did I enjoy it so much? Why did I beg him to pound into my flesh time and time again? Why did I beg so desperately for that final release? All of these thoughts swirled around in my head as I slowly drifted off to sleep. A banging nearby jerks me awake. The breeze has stopped so someone must have closed the window. I'm wide awake now as I realise he must be in the room with me again. Still blindfolded, my ears strain to hear any evidence of his presence. All I can hear is my own heart rapidly beating away inside my chest. It sounds like the loudest noise in the room! Even with all my sense on high alert, I can't be certain he's in the room, other than the fact that all the little hairs over my body are standing to attention. I can feel his eyes on me. Drinking in my image. Click! I hear a camera shutter close near my feet. He's taking pictures of me! No please! I try and wriggle around, desperate for freedom, and pull futilely on the handcuffs above my head. The beautiful gravelly voice commands me to be still. How is it that just one simple command can have such a marked effect on my body? I still immediately and feel a blush rush to my cheeks, ashamed of my inability to control my own body. The camera continues to click from all directions. One time he was so close to my head I swear I could feel his breath across my face. Then it stopped. I heard a door open and close as he left the room. I desperately wish for his return. Part of me knows I should be figuring out a way to escape but I all I want is to feel his hands on me again. Oh what I would do to feel the rough skin of his gentle hands caressing my flat stomach, cupping my breasts, gliding up between my legs... The dampness of my sex jerks me cruelly back to reality. No! I have to find a way out of here. This man has no right to take advantage of me the way he is. With more wriggling I manage to dislodge the blindfold. My eyes burn at the sudden assault of light. I blink a few times and lift my head to try and gauge my surroundings. It looks like I am locked in a garage of some sort. There is a door to my left that I'm guessing leads in to the building. To my left is a large galvonised roller door, shut locked with a massive padlock. It's all pretty sparse except for the massive bed I'm currently handcuffed to. It's a huge four-poster antique wooden bed, like something from a movie. The matress is covered in scarlet red velvety sheets. There is a chest of drawers right near the edge of my vision. I'm guessing that's where he stores all of his torture devices. I can't see the window so I'm guessing it's situated somewhere behind me. As I take all this in I try and formulate an escape plan in my head. I'll probably have to go through the building thanks to the dirty great padlock on the roller door, unless the sicko has some bolt-cutters in his torture chest. I can't even get these damn handcuffs off though! I lie back exasperated and exhausted. My brain frantically trying to think of a solution. I hear someone at the door. At last I'll be able to see who this creep is! The handle turns and the door slowly creeps open. My neck is straining as I try and get a look at my kidnapper. At the man who's bought me more pleasure than any man I've ever been with. NO! I can't think about the pleasure, I need to focus so I can get out of here. He's at least 6ft5 and is built like a brick layer, obviously a lot of upper body strength, but still symmetrical with his lower body. He definitely doesn't look like those guys that keep skipping leg day at the gym. He's wearing dark blue jeans, torn at the knee and covered in grease. His chest is covered in a tight black singlet, highlighting his powerful muscles that are barely contained underneath. But the main attraction is his face. Dark and brooding with heavy eyebrows and dark eyes and dark brown hair that is slightly scraggly. He has a wide jaw and the sexiest 5 o'clock shadow I've ever seen. My eyes meet his as he realises I've wormed my way out of the blindfolded. He moves over to me, locking the door behind him, and I'm terrified of what he might do. He seems like the kind of guy to punish you for disobeying his orders. I relax as he chuckles lightly and tells me it's a relief to see my face again. I have no idea how to respond. He goes on about his grand plans for me and how he can't wait for me to start trusting him and obeying him so that I can eventually move in to his house. He tells me that he's dreamed of having me at his side for months now. It's apparent that he truly does care for me, in his own weird way. Maybe I can take advantage of this? I tell him that I do trust him and I can't wait to move out of the garage. But he just chuckles and tightens the blindfold over my eyes again. Please, I'll do anything you ask! I beg him to trust me; to at least remove the blindfold. Then he stuffs a gag in my mouth once again and all I can do is mumble against it. Suddenly, a powerful, muscled arm is underneath me, grabbing me, as he unlocks the handcuffs and swings me over my shoulder. I'm grateful for the relief in my wrists, but before I'm given the chance to rub the sore spots out he's carrying me over to something else and locking my hands in once again, tying them to some sort of wooden apparatus behind my back. Obviously it was out of my line of vision from before. My hands are strung up over my head again and my toes are only just scraping the floor. The feeling of stretching is exquisite and then terrifying as I realise what's about to happen. I try and struggle but whenever I pull on the restraints a pain is sent down my arms. I have to stay still or the pain comes back. My heart rate picks up and my breathing becomes shallow as my imagination conjures up a myriad of situations that might occur. I feel him grab my right nipple between his thumb and finger. He starts rubbing and pulling and pinching. It feels so good and is sending tingles all the way down my body. Then suddenly there's pain! He's put a nipple clamp over it like before! He does the same with my left nipple and it leaves me trembling in sweet agony. Desperate for more but scared out of my wits! His coarse hands roam all over my body. Across my abdomen, under my breasts, around my neck, down my legs, then back up between my thighs. My body spasms, trying to pull his hand closer to my sex. Oh how embarrassing! I wish my body would stop betraying me! A blush creeps up my cheeks and I hear him chuckle as if he knows exactly what I'm thinking. His mouth is on mine, aggressive yet sweet. His tongue pushes in to my mouth, meeting very little resistance, as he explores my tongue and lips. He kisses me for what feels like ages and it's so sweet I find myself kissing back. Pushing my tongue in to his mouth and exploring him. He pulls back, leaving me gasping for breath, chuckling once again. God that chuckle! It sends shivers down my spine and it's hard to tell it's from fear or excitement. I feel his breath move down my stomach. He must be kneeling in front of me as he starts licking around my belly button in slow agonizing circles. It's so delicious and teasing I can't help but moan against the gag and push my hips towards him. I feel his hands between my thighs, rising up to my sex as they gently part my lips and dip into my moist vagina. It's almost embarrassing at how wet I am but at this point I don't care. All I want is to feel him inside me. All I want is pleasure. His tongue is on my lips as well now, searching for my swollen clit. He brings it in to his mouth and flicks it with his tongue. The pleasure is so intense. My body is shuddering and my hips have a mind of their own, pushing out in to his face. His fingers are still sitting at the entrance of my vagina and I so desperately try to push myself down on them but this only brings back the pain in my arms. I cry out against the gag, frustrated at my inability to move. His tongue is flicking faster and faster. My body starts tensing and contracting and I can feel my orgasm building up inside me. I'm moaning against the gag again. Small pathetic little mewls as he ravages me. I can feel myself reaching the climax and it's about to burst open as he suddenly stops. I cry out, desperate for just one more second of stimulation. He moves away from me, chuckling, obviously pleased at the state I'm in. He comes back and removes the gag. Please. I beg him to touch me again so that I can cum. He tells me how sorry he is, but today is not about me now. He's not going to let me cum at all unless I really behave myself and beg shamelessly for it. And if I do cum without his permission, there will be hell to pay. I hang my head as I feel a tear escape my eye. This is so humiliating! Why should I have to beg for pleasure? I try and focus on my breathing to control the feelings emanating from my clit and vagina. I think about 5 minutes passes and then I feel him near me again. His fingers are back near my vagina and his mouth closes around my clit. I cry out in pleasure as once again my senses are assaulted by his magnificent tongue. My body is quaking and trembling. I tell him I can't control it and beg him to let me cum. As the words leave my mouth he reaches up and pulls on the chain between the nipples clamps, sending spikes of pain through my body. I shriek with pain but am grateful for the distraction from my impending orgasm. Once again, he stops and moves away from my body. After another five minutes he starts assaulting me again. Bringing me to the point of climax before moving away. I don't know how long this goes on for. I'm in a daze and can't focus on anything other than his tongue on my clit. My arms are aching and my body is shaking and sweating all over. My throat is dry and desperate for a drink of water. I ask him for a drink and hear another bloody chuckle. Suddenly, my hands are untied and I'm thrown on the floor. He's grabbing my head and shoving his enormous cock deep into my throat. I can't move as he holds me in place and proceeds to fuck my mouth with massive cock. It's so hard and thick my jaw is aching from being opened so wide and I try desperately not to gag as he pushes himself down the back of my throat. Tears are running down my face and saliva is running out of my mouth as he rams himself into me again and again. I can feel his cock clenching in my mouth as he suddenly stills and pours his cum down my throat. Desperately I try and swallow it before it chokes me but there's so much. I start gagging and blubbering so he slowly pulls out of my mouth, never letting go of my hair. His thick cum strings all over my tongue and my lips. I swallow as much as I can and try lick my lips to tidy myself up. There's your drink of water, he says to me. He picks me up again and throws me on to the bed. He removes the nipple clamps (oh the pain!) and lays me onto my stomach and pulls my hands over my head to tie them up once again. Thankfully he uses what feels like silk scarves this time instead of handcuffs. I then feel him grab my ankles and tie them down as well in a way that leaves my naked ass exposed for his use. Before I can get used to the new position his fingers are inside my vagina! Oh the pleasure of finally being penetrated is so good! But then he suddenly pulls them out and uses the juices the lube up my ass. Oh God! As I realise what is about to happen my body starts to tremble in fear. Nobody has ever touched my ass before. The idea of his enormous cock inside this untouched part of me fills me with dread and terror. He slowly starts pushing on my ass with a finger as he pulls in each direction, trying to get the muscle to relax and open up. He tells me to relax or this is going to hurt more than anything I could ever imagine. I focus on my breathing, willing my body to calm down and relax. As I do he manages to push his finger further inside my ass. He strokes me with his other hand, calling me a good girl. He pulls out and gets more juice from my vagina to lube up my ass again, then pushes his finger straight in without any hesitation. The pain is tolerable for now as he starts to slowly fuck me in the ass with his finger. I feel his cock at the entrance of my vagina, lubing up for what I can only describe as my final frontier. The enormous head is at my ass and he slowly pushes in to me. The stretching is agonizing so I will my body to relax and focus on my breathing. He pushes further and further before finally pushing past the last barrier and filling my entire ass with his massive cock. He stills for a moment, letting me adjust to the position. Once he feels I am ready he starts fucking me like he did with his finger. It's painful at first as he moves in and out, but once I'm used to it I feel the familiar build in my stomach. Oh God how humiliating! I'm getting off from someone fucking me in the ass! I try and control my body, knowing that if I cum the pain will be even worse. But I can't ignore the orgasm that is finally building up again inside me. His movements become more rapid and more forceful as he realises I'm starting to feel pleasure from him again. The movement intensifies and I know I'm not going to be able to control it anymore. I beg him to let me cum. I promise to be a good girl and never disobey him. I promise let him fuck me in every hole possible just as long as he lets me cum. With a grunt he finally gives me permission and as he slams in to my ass the walls of my orgasm finally break as I shriek in pain and pleasure. My orgasm trembles through my body as I realise that my sweet kidnapper has also found his release in my ass. Finding Joy with Her Kidnapper Ch. 03 Thank you to everyone for all of your encouraging votes. This is the first time I've shared any stories so I would love to get your feedback. I'm trying to develop the character and scene a bit more in this chapter so it may not be as sexy as you like but I hope you still enjoy it! Thanks. ***** Once again, I awake in darkness. I'm assuming its night but I really have no idea what time it is, let alone what day. How long have I been here? Is anyone looking for me? If I'm going to be honest, somehow I don't think anyone would have even noticed my disappearance. I haven't spoken to my mother in years and I'm not exactly the social type. My only measurement of time now is whenever he is here. His visits are the only events that break up my time between extreme boredom and extreme excitement. But something has changed with him. He hasn't touched me since he violated my ass, stealing my last virginity. Now he just talks to me from the other side of the room. He fluctuates between what feels like complete adoration and obsession over me and my body, to complete hatred of me and everything I do. Honestly, his mood swings give me whiplash! But he never lays a hand on me. It's been roughly 2 days I think, and he hasn't touched me at all. He doesn't even come close to me! I'm starting to think that I smell or something because I definitely haven't had a shower since I've been here but have participated in some pretty strenuous physical activity. I resolve to bring up the hygiene issue next time he visits. On the plus side, I'm no longer tethered to the bed when he leaves. The chest of drawers and the doors are all covered in padlocks, and I think the window is made of reinforced fibre glass, so there's no chance of escape, but at least I'm able to walk around and stretch my muscles. Something I also didn't notice before is the toilet and wash basin discretely hidden in the corner of the room. He really has thought of everything! I try and clean myself with water from the basin but I really need some soap. He brings me food every now and then as well. I'll often wake to find a fresh bowl of fruit or some toast and water next to the bed on the floor. No cutlery. Just like a prison. I'm lying back on the bed making a note of all of the classes I've missed at university thanks to my captivity when I hear the locks on the door slide back. Finally something to break the boredom! I sit up on the bed and hug my knees in an attempt to cover myself - he still hasn't given me any clothes - and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin as he ravages my body with his eyes. I can see the hunger deep inside him for my body, but he continues to stand across the room, never touching me. He stands there staring at me for about 5 minutes and the tension building up is so unbearable I decide the break the silence for the first time. "What's your name?" I ask "That's not important" was his blunt reply. His deep gravelly voice sends shivers up my spine and I still can't tell if the shivers are from fear or anticipation. I decide to take a different approach. "I need a shower. I've been here for days and I stink. And I need some different food, I really don't like fruit. I need a watch too so I can keep track of the time. And maybe some coffee, I'd do anything for a coffee." I'm rambling now, hoping my sudden chattiness will put him off guard. "You don't need anything. Only I decide what you need" and with that he spun on his heel and left the room, slamming the door violently behind him. Damn. I guess I pushed him a bit hard. I go back to lying on the bed daydreaming about my uni classes. After about an hour he's back at the door and comes in with a large bucket and some towels. It dawns on me that I'm about to get a sponge bath. I'm about to protest, desperate to uphold some sort of dignity when he grabs me roughly, shoving me back on the bed them tying my hands above my head with his shirt. Oh boy, he certainly keeps in great shape. His chest is perfectly toned; his arms are almost brutish in size, and his abs look like chiselled marble. I know the game is lost now and there's no point fighting it. Things usually work out better for me if I just let him do what he wants. He sits on the bed beside me as he dips a cloth into the bucket and brings it over to my body. The water is so nice and warm, with a hint of lavender scent I think. He slowly rubs over my belly, down my sides, up my arms, very obviously avoiding any direct contact with my skin, especially over my breasts. He works me over with the cloth, giving me a good clean, as I'm starting to feel vaguely human again. If only I could brush my teeth as well! The slow luxurious movements of the cloth over my skin, combined with the warm scented water, are so relaxing I feel myself truly calm down for the first time since I was taken. I close my eyes and relax my head back and let him explore my body with the cloth. A small part of me wishes he would be a bit more adventurous and is aching to feel his skin on mine, but I quickly squash the thought. No sane person would wish for the sexual attention of a maniac like my captor! Would they? Suddenly his demeanour changes and he jumps up and straddles my hips. The hunger in his eyes returns and I notice the massive bulge in his crotch. Uh oh. I swallow audibly and he chuckles at the sudden look of fear that must be plastered over my face. He dips the cloth in the water again and brings it over to my sex, dripping water between my legs. The warmth feels so good! He puts a knee between my legs as he slowly moves the cloth down and starts to clean between my legs. God this is embarrassing! But I can't deny how good it feels it be touched there again! I squeeze my legs together to try and create some friction and stimulation but he just chuckles and forces them apart with his knees. He starts rubbing harder with the cloth, opening the lips of my sex to find my pussy already wet. He chuckles again at my obvious need and desire. Slowly and delicately he cleans my sex thoroughly, leaving no part untouched by the cloth. I ache for him to touch me without the cloth, to push his fingers inside me and to rub his thumb over my clit. But he's so careful! The torture is agonising and I find myself biting my lips and pushing my hips into his hand. Again he chuckles - that damn chuckle! - and he pulls away, getting off the bed leaving me panting and wanting. He stares down at me and I meet his gaze, certain that his own hunger is now reflected in my own eyes. I start to shiver a bit as the water dries on my skin, stealing my warmth. There are goosebumps all over me now and I'm no longer relaxed and comfortable. He must notice the change as he swaps the wet cloth for a big towel and starts to rub me over, drying me off, his movements no longer sexual. I sigh when I realise the moment is gone and the bulge in his pants isn't as obvious. Feeling like I'm going to cry from the lack of attention I turn my head away and close my eyes. I hear him leave the room, but not before he's untied my hands and dropped something on the bed next to me. Toothpaste and a toothbrush! Thank the lord! I jump up and immediately dash over to the sink to brush my teeth. Once I'm done I walk over to the door and call out a soft thank you. I don't know if he would have heard it. But that doesn't matter. My body is aching with need again as I lay back down on the bed. The frustration is so distracting I can't even day dream! What's to stop me from relieving the ache on my own? Oh what a mischievous thought! I cringe at the idea of what he might do to me if he catches me pleasuring myself without his permission. How embarrassing that would be! Not to mention the fact that I know I would be thinking about him while I 'flick my bean', or so to speak. But once the thought is in my head I can't get it out. I try walking around the room but the friction between my legs only excites me even more! Oh screw it! I throw myself down on the bed and take a few deep breaths to calm myself. Slowly I move my hand down towards my sex and part my lips to dip my fingers in my wetness. I've always had trouble getting myself off on my own. It's like there is this barrier that stops me from going over the edge that I just can't push myself through. I compare it to trying to make myself jump in front of a moving train - I just can't take that first step. So quite often I only end up frustrating myself even further, but I can't resist at least relieve the pressure that's quickly building inside me. I start circling my clit in slow agonising movements, occasionally flicking over the top, sending a quick little spasm into my belly. I continue this pattern for a while as I feel my breath start to pick up and the muscles in my legs start to shake. I start flicking over the top of my hard little knob faster and harder, building a rhythm until the pleasure moves through my whole body. My eyes roll back in my head and my fingers take on a life of their own. Circling, flicking and pulling. My legs are shaking and I feel myself start to approach that brick wall. In my mind I stare at his eyes and lose myself in the dark depths of his desire. I imagine his hands all over me as he tortures the orgasm out of me. My back arches and I scream as I break through the wall and my orgasm rips through me, leaving me sweating and shaking and moaning. A loud bang breaks me out of my reverie as I notice he's stormed in to the room. He has a panicked look on his face which confuses me. Then as he realises my current situation his expression turns dangerously dark. Oh shit. All feelings of pleasure are gone as I look in to those eyes and catch a glimpse of the world of pain I'm about to enter. He shuts the door behind him and walks over to me as he pulls his belt from his jeans. He wraps the belt around my wrists tying them together above my head. He starts unlocking the drawers and pulls out a blindfold and a ball gag then straps them to my face. I can't see and I struggle to breathe around the gag as I'm still recovering from my gut wrenching orgasm. He picks me up and I hear a chain being lowered from the ceiling. He pulls my arms up and hooks the belt onto the chain, then raises the chain so I'm stretched out but still able to stand. I feel him strap a cuff around each of my ankles as he then attaches the spreader bar between my legs like he did that first night I was here. Oh God this is bad! I knew I shouldn't have touched myself. He tells me how disappointed he is in me. He thought I understood the situation but obviously he needed to outline the rules a bit more bluntly and I needed to be showed just exactly what happens to sluts when they break the rules. I hang my head in dread, panting around the gag, terrified of what is about to happen. I hear the chink of metal as he stands before me. He grabs one of my nipples, pulling and pinching it to attention before attaching a nipple clamp to it. My nipples are always more sensitive after an orgasm and the pain is excruciating as he attaches a clamp to my other nipple. I feel him tug on the chain between the clamps as he pulls it up to my mouth and hooks it to the gag somehow so that my head is constantly pulling upwards on my nipples and there is no relief from the sweet agony coming from my chest. I moan around the gag, trying to speak and explain my actions but only muffled noises come out. He tells me that I am expected to obey him and submit to his will at all times. I am to always make myself available to him when he needs me. My body belongs to him and only he is allowed to use it and enjoy it. I am not allowed to have an orgasm unless he has given me permission to do so and under no circumstances am I to touch myself unless instructed to do so. My head is reeling as I try and focus on his voice and absorb what he is telling me. It's becoming clear that my situation is much worse than I thought. I'm not just his captive, I'm his slave, and he is planning on breaking my will so that my whole world revolves around serving him. Fear and grief builds up inside me and I sob behind the gag as tears start welling in my eyes, soaking the blindfold. He ignores my obvious distress and continues his sycophantic rant about his rules. If I ever disobey his command or break one of the rules, my punishment will be decided by him, depending on the severity of the infraction, and will be carried out immediately. He tells me that he will open my eyes to a whole new world of pain and pleasure and one day I will begin to love him, as he loves me. My ears perk at the word love. How could this creep expect me to ever love him? What sort of sick perverted version of love does he understand if he thinks tying me up and torturing me is love? I try and struggle against my restraints but all it does is send shockwaves of pain through my nipples as I'm reminded on the clamps. I try and take a deep breath to clear my head. I had to get out of here! But I won't be going anywhere if I'm tied up. And suddenly it's like the sky has cleared and I can see clearly again. I have to get him to trust me and believe I have submitted to him. Eventually his guard will drop; I'll be given more and more freedom until I can finally escape. My body slumps and dangles in front of him. My head resolved to withstand anything he can throw at me. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now. He must notice the submission in my posture; the lack of defiance. I feel him move closer to me and he strokes my hair, whispering in to my ear, calling me a good girl. He unhooks the nipple chain from the gag, allowing my breasts to relax. He removes the gag and asks me if I understand all he has told me. "Yes, Sir. I understand. I'm sorry" This seems to satisfy him and I hear him walk over to the chest of drawers. He tells me that he accepts my apology, but I still need to be punished to discourage any future behavioural transgressions. Suddenly I hear a swishing noise and a sharp crack before I notice the stinging pain on my stomach. Whack! Another sting and I realise he is whipping me with something, probably a riding crop. Whack! He brings the crop down on to my breasts, just near the clamp. Oh the pain! Tears over flow from my eyes and I cry out in shock and pain. He's hitting me harder than ever before. Whack! Whack! Whack! He hits me all over my chest, back and stomach, then down my thighs and in between my legs. Close to, but never quite touching my sex. My body is stinging everywhere and my mind goes numb from the pain. I've lost count of how many times the crop has made contact with my body. My pale alabaster skin must be red and swollen and by now. And then he stops. No more stings. I hear him drop the crop then feel his lips on my neck, kissing me along my jaw, murmuring incomprehensibly into my skin. I manage to control my breathing and thank him for stopping, again apologising for breaking the rules. I promise to not break them again. He chuckles, and tells me the punishment has only just begun, this was just a warm up. My body trembles as his words sink in. He moves away and I hear the chain being lowered, allowing me to hold my hands in front of me. I hear him leave the room for a moment and return dragging something heavy with him. He drags it in front of me then bends me over it. He has my upper body lying over some sort of leather bench, bent at the hips. He brings my arms above my head and attaches the belt to something so I can't move my arms. The nipple clamps are being pushed in to the bench and the pain in my nipples is almost excruciating. I feel him attach a belt of some sort over my back and I realise I'm being lashed on to the bench, with my ass exposed at the end. My breathing picks up and my body shakes with fear. He tells me that he is now going to spank me with his hand. My transgression has earned me 15 spanks and he wants me to count each hit. If I lose count, we start again, until I make it to 15. He tells me that if I make it to 15 without losing count on the first try then the punishment will end. But if I screw up, there'll be more hell to pay once we eventually reach 15. I hear him take up position near my ass and feel a sharp smack on my cheek. It wasn't too bad, I could handle this. I quickly count one out loud before I get told off. As the word left my mouth the next hit came on my other cheek. A little bit harder than the first but not too bad. Two. Another hit. Three. Another. He keeps directing the hits to different areas around my ass so he doesn't hit the same spot twice in a row. I'm gritting my teeth as the hits start getting harder and harder. Seven. Smack! Oh God! That one hurt. It brought little white dots to my eyes. I gasp out eight, then smack! Another hit right in the same spot! I cry out in pain and almost bite my tongue. I try and draw in a deep breath to help control the pain. He tells me to count and I stutter as I almost forget what we're up to. I yell out nine before he starts to think I've forgotten. The smacks are so hard now it takes me a minute or so after each one to recover before I can mutter out the number. He must realise how much pain I'm in because he doesn't push me to count faster. He just waits patiently before bringing his hand down to slap my ass again. It's around the 12th spank that I bite my tongue so hard I can taste blood in my mouth. After the 13th I swear I'm close to passing out. It's all I can do just focus on my breathing. If I get through this and don't lose count, he'll leave me alone. The 14th hit makes contact and the pain makes me shriek. I breathe deeply and count, willing it to be over. The 15th smack hits as I yell out 15 then pass out from the pain. I wake up on the bed, my body aching all over. The blindfold has been taken off, along with the nipple clamps and other restraints, and I see him standing at the edge of the bed, smiling down at me. He tells me how proud he is of me for making it through the spanking and tells I've earned my very first reward. The pain in my body, and in my ass especially, is still so acute that I can barely comprehend what he's saying to me. He tells me that he is going to pleasure me gently, and when I feel it, I am allowed to cum and do not need to ask his permission. I try and move away from him as he tries to touch me, certain he is going to hurt me again. But the pain stops me from being able to move far. He grabs my legs and gently spreads them as he pulls me towards him at the end of the bed. He kneels down and rests his face between my legs, softly blowing on my sex. The cool breeze feels good and I start to relax a bit. Maybe he isn't going to hurt me. Gently, he parts my lips with his tongue and lightly runs his tongue up and down my sex. The warm attention feels so good compared to the brutal agony he just inflicted on my body. How can one person be so cruel and hurting one minute, then loving and gentle the next? Slowly, his tongue dips into my vagina, which he finds wet and waiting for him (much to my surprise!), then he moves up to my clit, slowly circling the little nub, enticing it out of its hood. I can't ignore the pleasure building up inside me. Slowly the pleasure starts pushing away the pain and I relax in to his touch, letting my legs open wider, gently pushing my hips towards his face. I let out a soft moan. His tongue starts flicking gently over my clit as I feel one of his hands move up between my legs and slowly slides a finger into my warm and welcoming pussy. Feeling him inside me spikes up the pleasure which has taken over my body so I no longer feel the pain. His tongue starts working harder and harder as he draws my clit into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. The pressure inside me continues to build as he works his finger in and out of my hole. I start panting as my legs start shaking. The orgasm is building higher and higher and I try to control it before I realise he has already given me permission to cum. Finding Joy with Her Kidnapper Ch. 03 He slips a second finger into my hole as he ravages my clit and moans against my sex which pushes me over the edge and I start to cum violently into his face. My hips bucking and my legs shaking and cry out in pleasure, letting my orgasm crash around me.He backs off from my clit, removing his fingers, and slowly laps up the juices that have spilled from my pussy. He backs away from me, allowing me relax my legs as I try and control my breathing while coming down from one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I open my eyes to find him standing over me, less than 6 inches away from me. I smile as I gaze in to his eyes. I want to say something to try and express my gratitude for the pleasure that he has just given me. But I can't get my voice to work, so instead I try and convey my feelings through my eyes. He smiles and leans down to kiss my forehead before turning and leaving. Locking the door behind him and jerking me back to reality. I am his captive, not his girlfriend, I should not be thanking him. Finding Joy with Her Kidnapper Ch. 04 I feel like this one might be a bit rushed so I apologise if you come across any grammar or syntax errors, I was just so keen to share it with you all. Enjoy!! Xxx *** I think I've been here for about a week now. I've had 4 sponge baths now, and they seem to be happening daily. And the meals are starting to become more frequent and reflective of proper meal times. I'm estimating 7 or 8 days since I was grabbed off the street in the middle of the night by my perfect kidnapper. I had survived my first true punishment. I had been whipped and spanked within an inch of my life but I survived. And I was rewarded with one of the most glorious orgasms of my life. I don't know where this man learnt his oral skills but every man needs to go where he went. Of course I was still trying to figure out a way to escape. My current plan was to get him to trust me enough so that I could move out of the garage. Then maybe once I had a bit more freedom I'd be able to figure out the next step. I'm trying to ignore the small voice in my head that cries a little bit each time I consider escaping. No. I have been kidnapped and raped. I need to get out of here and this man should be in jail. Shouldn't he? I got a headache every time I tried to understand my mysterious kidnapper. He was just so gentle and caring the way he cleans me and feeds me and pleasures me. Surely if he was truly a psychopath he would just let me starve and take me for his own pleasure. The last time he visited me he didn't have an orgasm at all. It was all about me! Maybe in some sick perverted way he really does love me. I hear the door start to unlock and eagerly sit up in the bed, hoping to try and make some conversation with my stranger. My goal today is to at least learn his name. He comes in to the garage, locking the door behind him, and stands at the foot of my bed, staring down at me. The look in his eyes is almost impossible to read. "Hi," I smile up at him, hoping to break the ice and show that I wasn't scared or angry. He continues to stare down at me. "Can you at least tell me your name? All I want is something to call you." "My name is Trey. You can call me Trey unless I tell you otherwise." His voice was so luxurious; I wish he would speak more. The deep gravelly tone just seems to resonate through my body. Trey, I could work with that. "Thank you Trey, it's lovely to meet you," I try to look doe-eyed as I look up at him through my eyelashes, hoping to portray what I think is a look of innocence. Maybe I was laying it on too thick but I didn't have any other cards to play. He just chuckles at me and moves to pick my empty food tray. "Thank you for the meals," I blurt out, desperate for him to stay in the room. "I feel bad that you're always cooking for me. Maybe I could help? I could at least help clean up. Please?" I'm begging now, trying to keep hold of his attention as he moves towards the door. He stills near the doorway, I can almost feel him debating internally how to respond to me. Slowly he bends and places the tray on the floor as he turns to look at me again. I look up at his eyes and hold them with mine, hoping to communicate to him that he can trust me. Hoping that he'll realise I'll do anything to at least get out of this cold, unyielding garage. He moves over to the bed, standing right in front of me as he brings a hand down to stroke my face. I continue to hold his gaze with mine while holding my breath, unsure of his next move. He grabs my wrists, holding my hands together, and pulls me to my feet. "I will show you to your room, but only if you promise to behave. And I will blindfold you while I walk you through my house. Understood?" I nod rapidly in response to him, eager to move out of the garage. He removes his shirt and ties it over my head so all I can see is darkness. He holds my hands behind my back and directs out of the garage. I feel the cool tiles beneath my feet as I walk through his house. I can't hear any sounds of traffic, so we must be quite secluded, or at least in a very quiet part of town. It scares me as I realise that even if I do escape, I have no idea how to get back home, as I have no idea where I am. My breathing quickens as he hurriedly moves me through his house. I feel carpet beneath my feet as I'm moved in to another room, and hear a door close behind me. Trey releases my hands and removes the blindfold. I blink a few times as my eyes adjust to the light and take in my new surroundings. The room looks exactly like the garage, only the walls are painted red and the carpet is black. The colour scheme brings a heavy dungeon-feel to the room. The ceiling is covered in hooks and chains and pulleys. There is a large ornate four-poster bed against the main wall with a window above the headboard. But the window is just like the one in the garage, painted black, not letting any light in. There is large wooden cross on one wall and a chest of drawers covered in padlocks near the bed. In addition there is the leather bench I was spanked over in the middle of the room and another rather ominous looking machine tucked away in the corner. The main attraction however was the en suite bathroom. I walk over to find a large shower and spa, a toilet, a basin and a mirror. Staring in to the mirror I barely even recognise myself. I look pale and washed out (not that I was particularly tanned before), my waist-length chocolate brown hair is matted, in desperate need for a wash, and my hazel eyes look sunken and sad. The biggest shock was seeing the marks on my skin from my punishment. There are bruises all over my stomach, arms, and legs. I turn to find similar bruises over my back and buttocks. No wonder it still hurts to move! I let out a small sob as the reality of my situation hits me. Immediately Trey is there, concern evident on his face, searching for the cause of my distress. I close my eyes and back away from Trey and the mirror, unable to meet his questioning gaze. I lie on the bed and curl in to the fetal position as I let the spasms or horror and despair wash over me. How could I ever have started to trust this awful and violent man? How could I have let myself become attracted to him? I sob desperately into the pillow and don't even hear Trey leave the room. Finally, exhausted and cried out, I uncurl and move over to the shower. I stand under the hot water for what feels like a century, letting the steam roll over, desperate to clean away his presence. As I eventually go to turn off the taps I realise there weren't any towels in the bathroom. I swear to myself as I realise I'll have to drip-dry in the cold before stepping out the shower and finding someone has left some towels on the cupboard while I was in the shower. Grateful for the towels, but also slightly disturbed that he snuck into the room without me noticing, I dry myself and move over to the bed hoping to fall in to a deep sleep. Just as my eyes start to drift shut I hear the door unlocking and opening. God not now please! I'm so exhausted I just want to sleep! I stay still and steady my breathing, hoping to appear asleep in the hopes that he will leave me alone. Much to my surprise, I feel Trey get in the bed and pull my close to him. I dare not move for fear that he will want to use me if I'm awake. Trey hugs me gently from behind, spooning me, and I soon realise that he has fallen asleep! I lie there in mild terror, afraid to fall asleep in case he tries to take advantage of me again, but soon the fatigue takes over and I drift off, warm and comforted in his strong and capable arms. * I wake up cold. Trey is gone. I wonder how long he stayed. I can't believe I fell asleep with him in the room! How could I be so stupid? I get up to use the toilet and with a shock notice Trey has removed the mirror from the bathroom! Now there is just a big empty wall above the basin. I'm thankful I don't have to see myself in the mirror anymore, but also surprised at how much Trey understood my reaction yesterday. I must have been really unconscious for him to do this without me waking up. I smile to myself as I wash my face and decide to explore my new surroundings. There's not much to elaborate on from my initial observations. But there is a lot more room for me to walk around in. The window is also made of some reinforced glass. The spa looks luxurious so I decide to try that out sometime soon. But I still can't find a way to escape, the room is almost exactly the same as the garage, just painted. The door unlocks behind me and I whip around to see Trey walk in. He looks so sexy in his torn jeans and tight black shirt, if only he wasn't a kidnapper and rapist. He walks over to me with a determined look in his eyes. "Glad to see you're finally awake Tamalee", with a shock I realise this is the first time he's used my name. I'm ashamed to admit that I like the way it sounds when he speaks it with his rough, gravelly voice. "How long have I been asleep?" "Almost two days. It's Thursday the 24th of May," he replies with an almost mocking tone. The 24th! That means it's been exactly two weeks since I was taken. More time has passed that I realised and I feel myself pale at the thought. He chuckles as he looks down at me. He's at least 6 inches taller than my 5ft11, and so powerfully built I can almost smell the testosterone coming off him. This is the first chance I've had to really look at him up close. His skin is lightly tanned all over, but he's obviously Australian. The veins are popping out all over his forearms and biceps. There are numerous little scars and calluses all over his arms and hands. It's obvious he's no stranger to hard manual labour. "Time for a little play," he smirks down at me. "I've been nice enough to you, letting you have your little breakdown, giving you time to recover from your punishment. But now it's my turn for some attention" With a malicious grin he grabs my shoulders and pushes me viciously to my knees as he undoes his jeans, freeing his obviously swollen manhood. "Stay still and open your mouth. I'm going to fuck your face until my spunk pours down your slutty little throat" My heart rate quickens as I try to respond to his commands. My god is this guy bipolar? What happened to the guy who took away the mirror and cuddled me to sleep? Brutally, he shoves his cock into my open mouth, ramming it straight in to the back of my throat. I try not to gag as he presses in to me, forcing himself as far down my neck as he can. He backs out quickly, letting me breathe, before slamming into me again. It's all I can do not to choke and I focus on relaxing my throat muscles as he holds my head in place and fucks my face. He just keeps fucking and fucking. I try and move my tongue and hands in an attempt to help him get off but he just slaps my face whenever I try to move. I'm resigned to just kneeling there, letting him take his pleasure in using my mouth. Eventually he starts to pick up some pace and his thrusts become shorter. I feel his cock swell in my mouth as he pulls back and his cum explodes on to my tongue. "Don't you dare spill a drop you filthy cum slut" he tells me. I quickly swallow as much as I can as his thick ropes continue to spurt onto my tongue. God there's so much! I guess it's been a while since he's had an orgasm with me so it's been building up for a couple of days. Thankfully I manage to swallow everything before he pulls out and I can finally breathe deeply again. I look up at him and immediately notice the change in his demeanour. His need doesn't look so urgent anymore and his eyes aren't as scary and dominating. There is definitely an underlying need to overpower me, but he doesn't look as brutal and vicious. Without a word he pulls me to my feet and sits me on the bed, then goes over to unlock the chest of drawers. He comes back with a blindfold and some metal handcuffs He places the blindfold over my eyes and handcuffs my hands above my head to one of the bed posts leaving me panting in anticipation. He slowly starts kissing me down my neck and chest, hesitating over my breasts to quickly bite and lick my nipples. He's sending little tingles through my body and I know my sex is starting to dampen. His hands slide over me - I love feeling his rough hands move over my smooth skin - and he continues to kiss down my stomach until I hear him kneel down in front of me. He kisses me over my mound as he nudges my legs apart, granting him access to my glistening lips. He murmurs into my skin as his fingers part my lips, entering my aching passage. I moan as I feel his fingers move inside me. He swirls them around, searching for my elusive G-Spot. He nudges my legs further apart as he buries his face between my legs, his tongue hunting for my clit. My knees start to shake as he bites down over my clit and slowly starts to finger fuck me. I have to hold on to the bed post to stop myself from collapsing in to his face. I can feel the ache building inside me as I moan his name and push myself down onto his finger and into his face. Oh Trey... Suddenly he withdraws, leaving me gasping and wanting. He walks away and I hear him shifting something heavy. I can't focus on what he's doing thanks to the desperate state he's left me. I try and squeeze my legs together to create some friction but before I start to work myself up he's back kissing me on the mouth. He reaches up and undoes the handcuffs, never releasing the kiss as I collapse into his arms. He carries me over to whatever he prepared before and places me on some sort of bench. He tells me to move so I'm on my hands and knees. I hear him move behind me as he spreads my knees apart, allowing better access to my ass and pussy. "I'm going to attach you to a fucking machine Tamalee; do you know what that is?" What?! My body freezes up and all the warm feelings from before leave my body in a rush. "What the hell is a fucking machine?" It must the mysterious machine in the corner of the room, I thought to myself. "I'm going to line you up to a mechanical dildo that will move in and out of you at a speed and rhythm of my choosing. You will not be able to move and it will plunge in to your dripping pussy over and over again and you will not be allowed to cum until I allow you to. Do you understand?" "Y-y-yes," I manage to stammer in reply. My whole body is trembling. It sounds so ruthless and brutal but I can't deny how much the idea is turning me on. I feel the rubbery tip of the dildo at the entrance to my pussy and feel myself spread my knees apart even further to help Trey line me up. Slow it starts to push in to me at a steady pace. It moves in to the point where I feel it against my cervix and it feels like I'm being split apart. Then it slowly moves out at the same agonisingly slow pace. In and out the dildo moves so slowly I'm desperate for more stimulation. I want to move my legs together so I can squeeze around the dildo but I feel Trey's hands on my ankles, holding them still. I feel him strap something over my ankles, then a click and realise he's tied my legs to the table at a point where I can't move them together. The slow fucking of the machine slowly begins to warm my insides again and I can feel my orgasm slowly start to build again. I hang my head as I give myself over to the machine. The pace increases ever so slightly, enough for me to notice but not enough to stimulate me to orgasm. The torture is unreal! Next I hear Trey near my head then feel his mouth on mine as he kisses me deeply. His tongue is probing my lips and as I sigh he takes advantage of my opened mouth to push his tongue inside and explore. He's such a good kisser. So passionate and teasing and not too much saliva. I find myself kissing him back, exploring with my own tongue as the machine takes control of my body. Suddenly the pace of the machine ramps up dramatically. I'm almost pushed off the table with the force of the thrust. The pressure inside me is building rapidly now and I'm moaning in to Trey's mouth. I can feel my orgasm reach its peak as I suddenly remember I'm not allowed to cum. I pull away from Trey's kiss as I try to control my breathing and focus myself, desperate to reign my orgasm in. "Please, "I whimper, "I don't think I can control it. Please let me cum?" I beg for Trey to let me have my release. I'm so close to breaking and just when I think I can't control it the machine stops and the dildo is abruptly pulled out me. I cry is dismay at the feeling of emptiness inside me but am grateful as my orgasm starts to slowly subside. I focus on my breathing as I begin to bring my body under control, ashamed at how much control Trey has over me now. I can't deny it anymore, as much as I hate him for stealing me away from my life, I've never felt so much pleasure before in my entire existence. I know that if he asked me now, at this particular point in time, I would never leave him. Just as I'm returning to normal I hear a switch flick and the dildo is rammed back in to my pussy and is moving at such a rapid pace I scream from pain and pleasure. Oh god it's building up so quickly I don't think I can control it this time. I beg Trey to let me cum. I plead with him, promising I will never leave; promising to give him everything, if only he'll let me cum. I'm crying now, desperately holding on to my orgasm, terrified of what will happen if I let go without his permission. "Cum for me my love," he whispers softly in my ears and I let go with a keening moan as the machine fucks my orgasm out of me. The walls of my passage squeeze against the dildo as its pace slows to a stop and eventually withdraws from me. I feel Trey release my ankles from the table and carry me over to the bed as I reel from the force of my orgasm. The blindfold is removed and I blink as the light returns to my eyes. I find myself staring in to Trey's eyes, which are filled with remorse. "I'm sorry I was so forceful before, sometimes I just can't control the beast inside me, especially if it's been a while since, well...you know..." he trails off, looking guilty. I found myself replying without thinking, "It's OK, I understand." Wait a minute! Where did all this understanding come from? Do I suddenly understand why he is raping me? OK, I guess it isn't really rape anymore seeing as I'm not putting up much of a fight. But seriously, since when is kidnapping and brutally fucking someone and understandable thing to do? I groaned as I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of my own thoughts and feelings. "What's wrong love?" Trey asked softly. "Why are you calling me love? Why are you even keeping me here? Why couldn't you just ask me out like a normal person huh? Why do you have to stir up all these weird feelings inside me? You fucking kidnapped and raped me so why don't I hate your fucking guts?" It all came gushing out before I could stop myself. "Sshhh it's OK," he tried to reassure me and was gently stroking my back. "I'm sorry it had to be this way. I've been watching you for months now and I knew this was the only way I was going to be able to earn your affection. I know the sort of person you are. I know that deep down, you needed someone to take away that choice so that you could be freed." "Freed from what?" "The responsibility of life. Of having to make decisions. I'm able to take that responsibility away, and for the first time, you're able to truly let go of all control and just feel." I couldn't deny, what he was saying made sense. I often have wished I didn't put so much pressure and responsibility on myself. But how the hell does Trey know that? He's been watching me for months? Has he read my diary? I really need to get out of here. I wipe my eyes and straighten myself up. Finding Joy with Her Kidnapper Ch. 04 "Thank you for your understanding Trey. Thank you for showing me what I've been missing out on." It's time to return to the plan; gaining his trust means gaining my freedom. "Thank you for letting me move out of the garage. If there's anything I can do to show how much I appreciate you..." I let the suggestion hang in the air as I look up at him through my eyelashes, with what I hope is an alluring look on my face. "Come. Let's get cleaned up," he pulls me from the bed in to the bathroom and turns on the taps of the spa bath. I had to figure out a way to escape. Maybe I could convince him to fall asleep next to me and sneak out I noticed he hasn't locked the door behind him like he did in the garage. He must feel more confident in his security measures. Or in my 'affection' for him. Once the bath is full with hot soapy water we slide in, I try and stay on the other side of the tub but he grabs my arm and pulls me in to his lap with my back against his chest. He folds his arms around me and starts rubbing me up and down in an attempt to clean me. His touch brings goose bumps to my skin again and this time I'm pretty sure it's from disgust. I try and maintain my composure to keep him convinced that I'm falling for him. He can believe in Stockholm Syndrome all he wants but he won't trick me. His hands starting moving down my stomach towards my sex. It feels so good but I can't let his magical hands distract me. I push his hands away and stand up away from him. Looking down I immediately realise what a massive mistake I've just made. As I look in to his eyes the saying pops into my head 'if looks could kill...' He calmly stands up and dries himself on a towel, never once taking his eyes off of mine. His expression is stormy and I start to tremble in fear at the thought of what he might do to me. I'm rooted to the spot and my ears are ringing when I realise he's trying to talk to me. "Step out of the bath and stand by the spanking bench" he commands, all trace of affection has been removed from his voice. Shakily, I make my way over to the bath, unsure of what to expect. I stand there shivering, both from fear and from the cold. He picks up the blindfold from before and ties it around my head. I hear him rummage through the drawers before his rams a ball gag in my mouth and fastens it tightly around my face. I hear the chinking of heavy chains as he lowers a chain from the ceiling. Tying my hands together he fastens them to the chain then raises them above my head. He stretches me out so high my tiptoes are only barely scraping the ground. It feels good to be stretched out now but I know it's going to be agony later. "Do you know why you're strung up again?" I nod my head. I shouldn't have drawn away from him like that. Now I've undone all my hard work and Trey is going to beat me like he did the other day. "You are stung up before me because your body is mine to do with as I please. I took you from the street and now you belong to me. Your body is mine and you have no right to deny me what is mine." I've only heard that commanding tone once before, when he was explaining the rules of my captivity. A shiver of fear runs down my spine. As his footsteps approach me I hear the sound of a vibrator being turned on. Without any warning he places the vibrator over my clit then straps it in with some sort of harness that goes around my waist and hooks between my legs. "Your pleasure is no longer yours. It is mine. And I will take my pleasure whenever I see fit. Your punishment for denying me this evening, after I cared for you so, will be unending pleasure. I have placed this vibrator against your clit and strapped it in so that no matter how much you move, or how wet you get, it will never lose its place against your horny little knob." The menace in his voice is so apparent I can picture the hatred in his cold grey eyes. "You are allowed to cum as many times as you want. I'm not going to be here to give you permission anyway as it is time for me to go to bed." And with that, I hear him turn away from me and leave the room, slamming and locking the door behind him. Oh God! I can't believe he has actually left me like this! The vibrator is on a slow burn but it doesn't take long before my sex is nice and moist and the feeling of pressure begins to build within me. He's planning on leaving me tied up here all night! Unending pleasure? I'm pretty sure the pleasure will be replaced with pain after the first few orgasms. The pressure inside me is rising quickly. I lean my head as the pleasure moves through my body. I hear the chain clink lightly as my body starts to shake with the vibrator. The feeling is so intense, it just keeps building and building until eventually the dam walls break and my orgasm comes crashing around me. I'm desperately sucking in air around the ball gag as my body sags from the ceiling. I start to notice the pain my wrists and try to move them around. The sudden movement through my body makes me notice the vibrations against my clit again. Before I know it the pressure is building again. Oh God no please I've barely recovered from the first one. I try and squirm in an attempt to dislodge the vibrator but he has fixed it to me too well and the movements just increase the sensations even more. The feelings of intensity continue to build, faster than the first one. Before I know it another orgasm rips through me. It's pleasurable with a slight hint of pain. A tear escapes my eye and I let out a slight whimper as I realise what a long night I have a head of me...