Captured

Captured
by Sir Al

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I was spending my afternoon quietly, waiting for Hubby. A cold shower might have been the best to relax my senses on so hot a day. When you're hot into bondage and discipline, you need your Master's constant presence, don't you? So I was trying to relax and preparing everything for my Master and his night; it will be a night in his ropes, of course, and our lust.

My body was gleaming under the shower but then a noise from the lounge drew my attention. Was he acting a new, unmerciful villain going to catch me? Was I to be the helpless victim put trough my paces and used at his whims?! I had to know. Nude (and somewhat humid) I searched the upstairs rooms; nobody was there. Downstairs, the dining room windows were open and some objects had fallen as if a storm had passed, but nobody was there. But I heard a noise! I longed for my bedroom. Fear (or something else) had hardened my nipples ... what was I to expect? At last I saw him: a tall, black-hooded, slim, muscular man, his back to the door, stealing my jewelry. He turned toward me.

His gun silenced me at once, but I screamed softly when the Black Hood approached me with some rope. He was going to have me tied up to go on with his theft, I thought, but none of that.

"Turn around and put your hands behind, slut."

As I complied, my pussy began to juice. He tied my wrists behind me, good and tight.

"Now, we'll make sure you'll not slip off my ropes."

He began to tie my elbows snugly, connecting them tightly with three or four loops, making my tits protrude. I was completely exposed and helpless, and excited. Who was this villain, so perfectly in control of my pleasure?

"Women are often a pain in the ass. They deserve firm discipline to suit their more natural role as love sex slaves. I intend to fit you to your role. I like you snugly tied up, and all of your bondage toys are to please me."

God! He knew everything! Only my caring hubby had this insight until now, and this guy seemed serious and well assured! I feared what he might subject me to and neared an orgasm. Swiftly now, He tied my thighs, above and below my knees, and my ankles. I could not move a muscle, but he was not through.

"I know you're a bondage slut, woman; got do something to make you properly humble and eager to comply."

He tied a rope round my tummy as he spoke, made a loop down between my thighs, cinching it up tight through my pussy and rear, and tying it behind.

"This is called a crotch rope; its a must to tame rebellious young breeders like you."

He was right.. My poor pussy was besieged. I was tamed alright, and hot-juiced. Then He laid me down on the floor and tied my ankles to my wrists, hog tying me.

"There you are, bitch; not a word, understand?"

Not a word. I was in heavy distress but hottest pleasure. Five minutes later:

"Please ... Mm... untie me... I'll be good...!"

"I told you no words, slut. Now you got to be gagged," the black mask said, forcing an inflatable penis gag into my mouth and cinching the harness hard. The penis was to his maximum.

Now suck it, slave; it's the right way to spend your time until I finish my work. Then I'll be back for a nude, tied up, and gagged cunt, chick... You know what I mean, don't you?"

I knew. I was his; tied up, gagged, nude, helpless for his pleasures.

He went back to his previous occupation. His cat movements were soft, swift, harmonious. Three hours and five or six orgasms later, I was exhausted. An enormous lover seemed to embrace me everywhere and make me suck his giant cock ... I had to obey his whims .... mnunh!

Suddenly, He was near me.

"I think you liked this too much. Slaves have their pleasure serving their Masters, and nothing else! No fear, I'm a quiet guy, I'm not to harm you. I just want you as my sex slave, and you'll be that three days from now. I chased you and your habits these past three weeks. I know Hubby works in L.A. and comes home on Wednesday. I used your E-mail, noticed his mother got ill and needs him in N.Y. Most of all, you told him something about your three days' campus seminar in Boston. So no one could be on to rescue you, for no one knows you've been captured. Now I'll take off your gag; no screams, understand?"

I nodded; 'twas no escape possible, I had to submit. He untied the rope connecting my wrists to my ankles and made me kneel down. I knew my nipples were hard and erect, and the rope between my legs scratched my labia. He ungagged me, and extracted his own enormous cock, presenting it to my mouth.

"Suck, bitch, suck it, give it all of your tongue," he said, grasping my head and fucking me in the mouth.

I was impressed! His was the hardest and longest and thickest dick I ever sucked! My emotion slowed my movements.

"I said, 'Suck, bitch!'" the Black mask screamed, spanking my buttocks hard and pinching my nipples, pulling them up and down, guiding my movements painfully to his pleasure. Sucking and licking on my knees, I began to feel His slave, His whore, His object to play with. I was nude, tightly tied, an enormous cock deep in my mouth ... 'twas a dream!

"Oh, baby, you're really a cocksucker ... I know you like it ... suck it, bitch ... you deserve this..."

He erupted, floating his scum into my throat. We collapsed for awhile; I was slowly regaining myself when he gagged me again.

"That's good for you slave; 'twas a good blowjob but we don't want you mouthy, do we?"

He left me alone. I had lost my sense of time when he returned and silently untied my legs. Was my ordeal done?

No! My new Master chained my ankles with steel ankle cuffs and a short chain, allowing me only tiny steps. Then He untied my wrists and cuffed them behind me. He had untied and chained me while granting me no freedom at all! I was wavering on my feet. He was a Master, and I was to be His slave or whatever else he'd ask.

"Now, slut," he said, collaring me, "your Lord and Master is hungry. I expect you to prepare an excellent meal, just like your blowjob!" He laughed and tugged on my leash. I hopped behind him to the kitchen, where he swiftly changed my cuffs to the front.

"Do your best, slave! I got have some rest; I'll be in the next room, be a good girl."

I was chained hand and foot and gagged, cooking my new Master's meal in my own kitchen. In time I went for my Master.

"What a smell, cunt! Those luscious lips of yours know their best work, don't they?" he asked, cuffing my hands behind me again, tighter than before.

"Let's try your meal now."

He tugged my leash to set me under the table, then he took off my gag but I was not allowed to eat.

"Listen to me, my beautiful bitch. I want you to lick my feet eagerly all the time I have my meal. The better you do, the more I consider to rewarding you with food and water. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master, I understand. I'm happy to serve you." Crazy stuff, but what could I do?

He took his time eating, pinching my nipples often while I lapped his feet. When he was through, he tugged my leash, putting me on my feet by his side.

"Time to try your ass, bitch," he said, pushing me over the table and tying the leash underneath.

His cock pressed my rear, his hands squeezed my buttocks, taunting. My ass seemed like liquid fire in his grip; his prick was huge and demanding in its moving back and forth.

"I know sluts like you like to be fucked doggie style, baby! Oho baby, you're so deliciously tight, I want to put it into you to your throat, oho yes..."

"Fuck me, Master, harder... oh oh oh ... faster, oh my gooood!"

He came in my ass. I'd have tried to reach my asshole, to dive my fingers into his creams and lick it from them. I had sensed his pleasure, wild, arrant, dominant, unaware of anything but his demands, my fluids gliding over my thighs. I felt this man owning me. Then he stood up.

"Let's go to the bedroom, slave. I gotta set you up for the night. Don't think you'd be so free as you are now; these cuffs allows too much, but we'll see. Come on!"

"Master, may I have some water? I'm thirsty, terribly?"

"Right now, slave! Kneel down, open your mouth and don't waste a drop," he said, unzipping his pants and extracting his cock. Salty and demeaning, but it was my Master's and I liked it. Crazy, uh?! When it was over, I was terribly hot. Then we were in the bedroom:

"I want you well restrained but available," my man said, cinching my ball gag trainer tight. That beastly locking device made me drool and drool and drool. He tied me spread-eagled on the bed, hard and tight; my cunt on display and eager to be filled.

"Moistened, uh?! I gotta do something to discipline you, slave."

He tied twine to my nipples and pulled until my back arch to relieve the painful pressure, then tied the cords to the headboard. I gasped and moaned in pain.

"Good, very good indeed, cunt; that's the way I want you, juiced and moaning for release," he said as he climbed onto the bed. He jammed his cock into my cunt with no further preparation and pumped wildly.

"This way, bitch, I can feel you. I want your climax, now! Obey me slave, give me your pleasure! Oh my, what a cunt, baby!"

I climaxed,obedient to his whims, and the lights were off thereafter.