I paced in the hallway, wishing once again, that we had left 30 minutes ago. You said that you would be home an hour ago, giving us plenty of time to get to the party. I stumbled a bit as my high heel caught on the carpet and only the shortness of my black leather skirt allowed me to retain my balance. "Damn", I swore, "now I have a rip in my stocking". I headed towards the bathroom to get some nail polish to stop the run, when the front door suddenly swung open.
Startled at the noise, I started to turn around, only to find myself grabbed from behind and a hand over my mouth. "Don't scream, don't move and I won't have to hurt you". said a slightly familiar voice. "I have a very sharp knife that would do some serious damage to that pretty throat of yours. I'm sure that you wouldn't want that to happen, now would you?"
I shook my head no as much as it was possible to do and thought about attempting to get away. I had taken a self-defense course and I knew how to get away from an attacker. I relaxed into my attacker's body and got ready to slam my high heel on her instep, but she was to quick for me. She grabbed me by my hair and slammed me up against a wall, the side of my face pushing into the rough concrete as her other hand roughly frisked me. One of her thighs shoved its way between mine and her body pressed up against me. Her hands roamed under my skirt and pinched my naked bottom. "This is quite a slutty outfit. I hadn't planned on a woman so readily available for me. I think I should take you out someplace, maybe share you with some friends, or perhaps just keep you all for myself. But first, no more stupid moves like you were attempting a few moments ago."
She stuck a blindfold over my eyes, but not before I caught a glimpse of a black leather vest and intense brown eyes. She grabbed my wrists and roughly tied them together with rope, then proceeded to pull on my wrists and move me towards the door. Except, I sat down on the floor.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, especially not blindfolded and tied up. How dare you invade my house and just think I'm going to follow you. My girlfriend's going to be home soon and...." A sharp slap across my face shut me up as all I could see were bright stars, tears from the shock, sprung into my eyes and I screamed. Now I was really pissed, but scared.
"Are you done now? I'd hate to have to gag you, but I will if you keep talking. So, if you are ready, we'll leave now." she said coldly.
I just nodded, thinking that perhaps it would be better if I bided my time and planned my escape. My legs were still free and as long as I wasn't gagged, I could scream for help.
With a rough yank on the rope, she hauled me to my feet and out the door. As soon as she shut the door I took a deep breath and prepared to scream. I opened my mouth and it was stuffed with a cloth. I choked and gagged on the unwelcome, surprise intrusion.
"I did warn you", she said quietly and pulled me down the sidewalk. For the first time, I felt truly frightened. Here was this madwoman, with a knife, leading me down my sidewalk, bound, gagged and blindfolded. I frantically tried to untie my hands, but she was holding onto the knot and all I got for my efforts, was a huge yank on the rope that caused me to stumble.
I heard a car door open and she pushed down on my head. "Get in and don't hit your head. The last thing I want is an unconscious captive"
As soon as I sat down in the car, my ankles were tied together. My wrists were then raised above my head and tied to a handle in the ceiling. She placed the seatbelt around my waist, locked and slammed the door. I chewed on the gag, trying to spit it out before she got into the driver's seat. Her door opened and I smelled her sweet perfume as she got into the car.
"Open your mouth." she ordered and ripped the gag out. "It doesn't matter if you scream now. No one is going to hear you anyway. She started the car, turned on the music loud and drove off.
We drove for what seemed like hours. She occasionally reached over and pinched my left nipple, startling me with the pain, or in-between my legs to fondle my labia. Despite myself, I felt my labia swelling and wetness pooling between my thighs. She laughed evily and rolled my clit between her fingers, enjoying my discomfort.
The car slowed down, then stopped for a moment before taking off again. "You certainly made that toll booth operators day." She laughed and I blushed imagining what I must look like. The car bumped over the familiar uneven surface of the Bay Bridge and I knew we were heading into San Francisco. My mind raced as I thought of all the alleyways and deserted warehouses that she could take me to.
Finally, the car stopped for good and she untied my wrists and told me to have my ankles untied by the time she opened my car door. I bent forward, feeling the knots with my fingers, pulling futially at the rope. I got the knot out seconds before she opened the door to haul me out onto the street. I wavered a bit, trying to get my balance on slightly numb feet.
"Quickly!" she ordered, and I stumbled after her, not certain of my footing, trying to see underneath the blindfold. She rapped sharply on a door and I felt the light hit my face as the door opened. Pounding music and the laughter of women assaulted my ears. My arms were pulled behind my back as she walked me forward. "Don't fight, or the other kidnappers here will have their way with you. Can you hear their captives screams?"
As we walked further into the room, the screams and pleas of the other captives became clearer. As we passed by one woman, I could feel the rush of air from a whip, seconds before it landed on her skin. I shivered and moved closer to my captor, ironically seeking protection from her.
"What, are you scared?" she chuckled. "You should be, but don't worry, I want you all to myself. Take off your clothes."
I stood still for a moment, wondering how to get out of this, wondering what would happen if I ripped off the blindfold and ran.
A sharp coldness appeared at my neck. "Apparently you need some assistance with this request. I can cut your pretty clothes off, but I don't think you'd appreciate it. Now Strip!"
I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt and pulled it over my head before pushing my skirt down to the floor. As soon as I was naked, she grabbed my left wrist and sent me spinning into a wall. She shoved my wrists and ankles into cuffs and I was spread against a wooden cross, my nipples rubbing against the wood. "Now, finally I get to have some fun with you." she said, running her hands up and down my back, before slapping my ass with her palm. I squealed in protest and pulled against my restraints, cursing at her. She laughed. "Oh, I don't think you'll be swearing at me for much longer".
I felt the warmth of her body leave me, then the sharp lash of leather cut into my shoulders. I screamed, more from the shock than from the pain. The pain blurred everything. I remember the sting of the first whip, replaced by the heavy thud of another. My shoulders aching from the weight of the leather pounding against my muscles. My body, swaying from side to side as she flogged my ass. She took me down from the cross and bent me over a table, fastening my wrists above my head. She held me down with a hand on my back and hit my ass with a wooden paddle, ordering me to count the hits. The more she hit me, the more I wanted. Then, she pressed her body against mine, holding me until I stopped shivering. . My rosy labia, peeking out underneath my ass invited her explorations, her fingers swirling over my clit, just long enough for me to feel the beginnings of orgasm.
"Well my captive, are you ready for your final test?" she asked. I heard the whistle of a cane cut through the air and groaned. My ass, already swollen and hot, would feel every searing cut of that cane. I grabbed onto the edge of the table with my fingertips and took a deep breath. She tapped the cane against my thighs and I grumbled "Just get it over with!".
Wrong thing to say, she brought the cane full force down across my swollen ass and I lurched forward. The initial impact turning to a slow, fire burn spreading across my skin. 12 times she let that cane fly, each impact more severe. I clawed at the table, wanting the pain, yet fearing it at the same time. Her fingertips gently played with the welts appearing on my ass, sending my body into sensation overload.
Unclipping my wrists, she hauled me up on top of the table and flipped me over onto my back. The coldness of the leather, soothing, yet irritating my sore ass. Her warm mouth encircled my nipple, gently pulling on it with her teeth. I groaned and arched my back, wanting her to take more of me. She laughed and held me down to the table with one hand, while the other spread my legs to feel the wetness between my thighs. "And here I thought you weren't enjoying yourself." Her fingers invaded me, turning inside of me, filling me with need. She fucked me hard, pounding her fist against my pubic bone, claiming me as her own. I came when she leaned forward and kissed me gently on my lips.
I held her close to me, grateful to be the captive of her heart.
©copyright crave 1996
