The moonlight shone down on the girl as she writhed sensually on the thick carpet of leaves. She was nearly nude, save for the thong and bra that covered her most intimate areas. She was wrapped securely in rope, but she showed no signs of distress. The still of the evening was broken occasionally by her soft moans as the rope that split her crotch rubbed against her sex. Her chin glistened, a rivulet of drool running down it as it leaked from the ball gag that filled her mouth.
Angela fancied herself an expert at escape. She often solicited suggestions as to how and where she should be bound. The only stipulations were that she be bound in public, for the possibility of discovery thrilled the young woman to no end. The challenge was to see if she could escape before she was discovered. Sometimes she was successful. Sometimes, she was not. She dearly loved failure.
Lately, she had been failing with increasing regularity. One friend in particular succeeded in devising the most diabolical scenarios for her, complete with explicit directions on how to achieve ways of binding herself that left her barely able to move, let alone escape. Unfortunately, he had been very scarce as of late, and so she had consented to this latest challenge, offered by the one who knew her better than anyone else: her sister.
It seemed simple enough. She would be stripped and bound in a tight hogtie, her mouth sealed by the largest ball-gag she owned, and she would be left alone in the woods for one hour. If she could free herself in that time, she would be the victor. If not, her sister promised her an even more severe surprise. Angela had decided almost immediately to fail this challenge, as she longed for the punishment scenario that was to follow. Now, as she rolled along the floor of the forest, she wondered how much time had passed, and how much longer she would have to wait before her sister returned and the game got interesting.
At that instant, she heard the crunch of footsteps approaching. She sighed with anticipation, delighted that her thoughts had served to cue her sister’s return. The footsteps stopped as the figure stood before her, and she rolled onto her back to get a good look at her sister. Her eyes grew wide as she looked into the face of her discoverer.
“Hello, Angela. Are you ready for your surprise?”
The man knelt beside her and spoke. “Your sister promised you something even more severe, and I don’t intend to let her down. We arranged this months ago. I suspect, however, that you may find this to be a bit more distressing than you imagined.”
His hands ran down the length of her body, and Angela’s flesh trembled at his touch. His fingers stopped to examine each knot, testing its tightness. He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. “I’m pleased and disappointed, young lady. I’m pleased that you didn’t escape, but I’m disappointed to find that such a simple tie has rendered you helpless. I’m going to have to put you into something more restrictive, something more painful. Something that will ensure you never escape. But first, I think I’ll test that gag of yours.”
He reached into the cup of her bra and caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. In an instant, he pinched it savagely and the girl’s eyes squeezed shut as she mewled into her gag, partly out of pain and partly out of a rapidly increasing sense of fear. The sensation did not ease when she opened her eyes and saw the object in his left hand. It was a large rubber triangle affixed to a leather strap. It seemed huge, and she stared in shock as the man spoke once more. “That gag just won’t do, little lady. After all, we need to make sure no one hears you. We don’t want to be disturbed, and we certainly don’t want your sister to return before we’ve finished, do we?”
He began to unbuckle the strap that held the fat rubber ball in her mouth. He pulled it free and the soft pop echoed in the still of the evening. Before she could speak, the man clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Your sister thinks the two of us are going to play. We are, but not as she expected. You see, she’ll be returning in the morning, but we’ll be long gone before then. I’m kidnapping you, Angela. From this moment on, I own you, and I’ll use you in any way I see fit. No one will ever find you, and though you’ll never stop trying, you’ll never escape.”
The man immediately pressed the rubber triangle to her lips, and as she opened her mouth to protest, the narrow side wormed its way into her mouth. She cried out as he forced it in deeper and deeper, her jaw stretching as the triangle widened. She was sure her jaw would unhinge, but the man continued to force the object into her oral cavity, cutting off all sound save for the whistles of air that rushed from her nostrils. When she was sure that she could not open her jaw any wider, her teeth slid into the grooves that ran along the top and bottom of the triangle. He took his hands away from her face, and she realized that she could not expel the gag on her own. She simply could not open her mouth wide enough to free the teeth from the grooves. As she worked to dislodge the mass, the stranger buckled the leather strap behind her head and pulled it tight with a savage jerk.
“You should have screamed when you had the chance, girl. Now you’ll never speak again.”
Angela worked like mad to make herself heard, but with the thick rubber triangle lodged in her mouth, she was rendered completely mute. It mattered little. The woods were deserted, and her assailant would pay no attention to her pleas. That much was evident by the rough manner in which he had set about re-binding her.
The ropes weaved and looped about her body, each turn being pulled to a tightness that neither Angela nor her sister could ever hope to achieve. It was almost as though a machine had set about the task of securing her. Her legs were folded double and wrapped in cord after cord, her elbows were pulled tightly together, her feet tied so securely that they seemed to exist as only one limb. Angela could do nothing bout squirm, the only movement possible being the rising and falling of her chest as she struggled to catch her breath.
“It’s surprising how much pain one can withstand when one has no choice, isn’t it my pet?” said the assailant as he pulled her arms high into the center of her back. Her palms were pressed flat and bound in a reverse-prayer position. Immediately, she felt a burning in her shoulder blades as the strain set her muscles to aching. Panic bloomed in her mind as she felt a loop of rope around her throat. She renewed her struggles, yelling into the rubber gag for all she was worth. The man laughed lightly. “That’s the spirit, girl. It’s no fun to capture the ones who submit easily.” The merriment left his voice as he took hold of her wrists. She felt the rope around her neck tighten as the pull on her wrists increased slightly. “Listen closely, Angela,” the man said. “The rope around your neck has been tied into a noose, and the other end is fastened to the ropes that bind your wrists. The more you struggle to free them, the tighter the rope around that lovely throat gets. In fact, I’d say it’s in your best interest to force yourself to keep those wrists just as high up in the center of your back as you can, lest you accidentally choke yourself.”
She grunted and sobbed. Her entire body was trembling with pain and fear. Her muscles screamed, her joints groaned, and she found herself wondering how long such agony could last. “We’re almost ready, girl,” said the man. “We just need to make sure you’re outfitted properly for our road trip.”
The hands of her captor gripped her and traveled along her body. They stopped when they reached her thong. Angela let out a muffled cry of alarm as she felt his hands slide into the sheer material. A second later, he tore them from her body in one savage rip. His hands gripped the cheeks of her bottom and spread them apart. Angela closed her eyes and waited for her defilement. “Maybe when he’s finished he’ll let me go,” she thought.
“Very nice,” the man said. “I’m going to have a great time fucking you. But that comes later.”
Before the girl could even register what the man had said, she felt his hands wind themselves in her hair and begin to fashion it into a long braid. Not just a braid, the girl thought. Something else was being wound into it. “Of course,” she thought. “He’s braiding rope into my hair. Why not? It’s the only part of me that he hasn’t bound.”
When the braid was completed, the man pulled back on the rope and Angela’s head was pulled back, her chin rising from the dirt below her. She let out a low grunt. “Now comes the fun part.” The man said. It’s time to make you truly uncomfortable. Have you ever seen one of these?” With his free hand, the abductor held out a shiny metal object that simultaneously baffled and terrified the poor girl. It looked like a large curved hook. One end had a steel ring fashioned into it. The other end, the hook end, rounded off smoothly at the point where a barb would have ordinarily existed.
“This is an ass-hook, Angela,” said the man. “I think you’re gonna love this.”
The hook disappeared behind her and the girl braced herself for the violation to come. She sobbed when the hook pressed against the pucker of her anus. It paused, resting there for a moment. The man’s voice drifted up from behind her. “Damn”, he said. “Wouldn’t you know? I forgot the lube.” Angela barely had time to react to the words when the hook was pressed deep inside of her. She howled, but the gag allowed no recognizable sounds to escape, only a low, guttural gargling noise. The hook slid deeper and deeper into her, and then she felt a pull on the rope that had been braided into her hair. Her head was pulled back, back, back. She felt her neck would snap. The man threaded the rope through the ring at the end of the hook, and now Angela’s head was held fast.
The man knelt down once more. He studied the captive thing before him. She was a work of art; a sculpted mass of taut, agonized pain, fear, anger and despair. “Cheer up, girl,” he said. “You finally have what you’ve always wanted. Your life is now a never ending challenge in which you constantly struggle to escape before I come back to have my way with you. You are destined for a life of constant torment,” he said. He bent low and whispered softly, his lips brushing against her ear. “Until I sell you, that is”.
To be continued…..
