Captured

Chapter 3: A Bit of Novelty

I awoke early in the morning. At first I had flashes about the last night; that frenzied walk doggie-style and my new master inviting someone to fuck me there on the street. Then, I realized I was ... free! How... gotta find my Master. In the dining room, my hands were brutally drawn behind me and tied palm to palm.

"Hi bitch! Where're you going? Come on, you need a hobble. Here you are." my Monster said, cuffing my ankles by hinged cuffs. I fell to my knees.

"Please Master, I'm Hungry. Why not to untie me and let me have some food more normally please?!"

"Normally?" Your normal way is to stay tied up, all the time; that's your natural condition, slut! To be ready for me is your natural condition, understand? You gotta learn to eat, drink, rest, while truly restrained. Here's your breakfast," he said, pointing to some small cups on the floor.

"You can have your breakfast your natural way... doggie style!"

So I lapped my milk and coffee, ate my cookies and had my grapefruit that way; demeaning and exciting at the same time.

When I was through, he tied me in a ball tie. Thighs, knees, ankles doubled and bound up to my torso in a straight kneeling position. My breasts were crushed against my knees .

"I want to rob some other houses, and I want you with me; should the men in blue arrive, I could always leave you to them as a gift," he laughed

"How can I go out naked and tied .. mmmfff!" I was gagged again, and he tied a rope from my wrists to my ankles and lifted me like a handbag. Fresh air tingled my skin as we walked towards his car. He put me into the trunk and drove. I cried in pain for miles; ropes dug into my flesh and my jaws ached for the prolonged inactivity. We stopped, but I heard no sound for awhile. Then the trunk lid flew up.

"Hey wench! I found something good for you, slut."

He carried me on his shoulder into a magnificent victorian house, through to the garden. He put me down and collared me, still ball tied, in front of a kennel.

"There! This is the best solution for you, my beautiful. Your husband should use it to discipline you. I have some work to do, be a good girl!"

There I was. Bound on a green lawn, collared and leashed as a dog... Crazy stuff? I loved it! Then, "What's happening here? Poor girl; let me ungag you, who are you darling? Who has lashed you here, and why?"

She was a policewoman.

"Come on, now I'll set you free and take away from here."

So she did. Naked as I was she choose to stop at her place and dress me. Being free was strange, and we talked. I was telling my story when she seized me and and said, "I found you on private property and you are trying to convince me that a man in a black mask enslaved you two days ago; strange story... I'd better bring you in until someone has checked you out, then we'll see all about it." my Heroine said, cuffing my hands behind me a bit roughly.

"No please, I'm Diane Biddy; I was captured and abused ... please don't do it ... please ... ouch!" She tightened the cuff an extra notch.

"Shut up, girl, you're in no position to give orders! I'll spank you to teach you some sense."

And she did; I got the hardest spanking of my life over her lap. At the end, my buttocks were on fire and I fell on my Knees to lap her feet eagerly.

"Good Girl! Up to my cunt bitch ... lick my juices ... eat me ... eat me... Now, this way ... Ohooooo!" Five minutes later, she regained herself and led me to the bedroom.

"I want you well secured, slave, and cuffed to my ankles, too." Thus positioned, we slept.

Early in the morning her voice drew me back from my dreams. My captor was in the mood.

"Hey darling, stand up. I want you to dress, just a little." Dressing ... what was that for? She put a black g-string and a pair of stiletto shoes on the bed; my hands were now in front and my ankles unfettered.

"Dress yourself, wench," she ordered, glancing at my buttocks as they danced for the stiletto's.

I did it, and she immediately cuffed my hands behind me.

"Listen, my sweet slut, I thought deeply about my situation. I've got an enormous mortgage to pay, and selling a delicious girl like you could take care of my needs for a long time. A friend of mine has agreed to pay me $100,000 for you. Of course, he is into bondage and discipline and craves a perfect slave to play with. So I'm to prepare you for him."

"Selling me ... but I'm married, I'm a free woman, not an object .... and you're a policewoman ... shouldn't you "protect and serve?"

"Shut up, bitch! I'm a policewoman, indeed, and you're nothing but goods; open your mouth, now!"

She gagged me hard and tight, folding her slip into my mouth and sealing it tape. I was silenced. I tried to kick her, and got mummified in rope from toe to thighs, then she pinned my breasts between my arms with tape, pushing my tits forward. At the end, I could only moan and move my eyelids desperately, sobbing for release.

"I like you this way, much more than before, slave. Now be good while I get your future owner. A married woman... tsk!"

Three hours later, I was still standing on my spike heels as she left me, tied and gagged. They entered the room silently; he was handsome, tall, black haired, muscular, and blue eyed.

"Oh my. I want test her."

He pinched my protruding tits (ouch!), fingered my cunt, and dove into my asshole.

"Fine breed. Well, here's your money; I want her completely taped, head to toes, except tits and buttocks ... and ... and clamp her tits ... I like her moaning for release and eager to serve," he said to the policewoman. All he said to me was, "See you later slut."

My "rescuer" followed his instructions.

"Mho, ouch."

"That's your way, slave. Now let's tape you good and tight. ."

Beginning below my tits, my captor taped me neatly. I was strictly mummified, save for tits and buttocks. Quite a dish ... believe me. I had been transformed into a slave, an object to play with. I started to cry, my pussy to tingle.

Later, someone lifted me onto his shoulder and carried me away.

"Relax slave. I'm taking you to my car, the front seat. I like to have you handy and everyone envious of my new property. All women are submissive in my country; should you have a look around (with my permission and supervision, of course) you'd see other women tied up, or chained, or disciplined even outdoor. A paradise, I think!"

I thought he was crazy but intriguing. The world of submissive females entrapped me; I longed to see it, and I relaxed. The car stopped. My Master opened the door, slipped my taped legs to the ground and, after having collared and leashed me, said, "Here we are slave! Now you must hop to your cage in our home ... come on, bitch, hop!"

This was his way to exhibit me; so I hopped fiercely, bouncing my taped buttocks and clasped tits.

"Hey Man! Fine piece of meat! Kept her tight 'til now, we hope!" some manly voices with an Arab accent said.

"That's a good way to put her through her paces; may I offer you a whip? I think she deserves a good fifty to know who is the Master," another voice said.

In the mean time, we were home. My owner tugged my leash and I entered. He began to peel off my tape until I was nude but for the handcuffs, ropes and tape gag he ordered me to my knees.

"Listen to me, slut; your trader told me you believe you have been a free woman; forget it! Now you are my slave, nothing else at all! You're not even Diane, but simply Slave. You don't need or have dresses, shoes, makeup, and so on. You'll be always nude and ready for my sexual use, tightly tied, chained, or any other restrictive way I choose. You are allowed no freedom but that necessary to clean your body, once a day.

"You are not to talk to me, unless I ask you to. You can't look at me above my cock. Break these limits and I'll punish you severely. When I have guests; you'll serve my friends and me equally. There will be no difference between us. You will obey every order they give you.

"You will spend your first night here in your cage, chained a different way, of course. I'm going to untie your legs and expect to see you moving on your knees to your destination for the night, understand?"

He did it, and I crawled to a small iron cage made of heavy bars with a solid gate. Then he chained me for the night. First He tightened my cuffs an extra notch and pulled my wrists up to my shoulder blades, where he connected them to the bars with a chain. I sat cross-legged, each ankle chained to the opposite bar. He passed my leash under my crossed ankles and pulled my torso down, then knotted it to the ceiling bars and hooked it to my collar ring. My tits squeezed out between the cage's bars, lifted to his eyes. Last but not least, Master hooked small bells to the rings on my nipple-clamps.

"I think you'll have a quiet night, beloved slave. Don't make these bells ring, even softly. You have to control your position. If you can't, I'll be here to punish and restrain you some more. Good night, pet!"

My third night as a slave in chains and I thought it was the worst of all, but instinct guided me far away from fear and through my dreams. I fell asleep, sustained by my bonds...