Captured

Chapter 5: A Surprise Party

"Hi darling! You got a long sleep today. I found you in the bathroom, asleep and handcuffed. I liked your idea so much that I brought you here, tied up and gagged more suitably for my use and desire. How do you feel, beloved? Oh, sure, here, let me free your tongue."

He was my ... Hubby! I didn't just sense it. Had I just dreamed all about my adventures? Had nothing happened for real?

"Darling, I've been captured and abused and sold ... and I was always tied and chained and desperately sobbing; I was afraid to be stolen away ... to become a slave for somebody else. I...

"You were dreaming, beloved, just dreaming," he said, smiling and gagging me again with his cock.

Yes, it has been just a dream ... or it is ... now? After filling my throat with his sperm, Hubby left me tied on our bed after gagging me with his socks and taping my lips shut. I couldn't make a sound except mumbling. An hour later he was back.

"Darling, I want you to prepare for our party at the Scott's," he said, untying me and quietly fingering my body. "You're to be the party's queen, and I want you to be astonishing. So, take two full hours to get ready, makeup, and so on. Firmly handcuffed in front, of course, Beloved!"

There we are! I said to myself. Finally I was to exhibit my talents in a scene with the best. The Scott's were the richest bondage enthusiast in the area. They host the most elegant and entertaining bondage parties I've ever seen. Beautiful women all around in different restraining devices, always accompanied by dominant men. Keen conversations between the manly guests about their partners' potentialities and charms filled the air. And some of the finest champagne ... wow! Following all my dreamed (or real?) misfortunes, it seemed an exciting eventuality to confront.

Nude but for my handcuffs, I made myself up. I couldn't do much more. Gagged, nude and handcuffed I had to wait for Hubby to get to my garments. So I kneeled, opening my thighs softly, and waited.

"Amazing sight, Beloved. Now it's time to dress you!"

He unbound my hands and gave me a pair of black stilettos.

"Come on darling, I want to emphasize your luscious legs and rump... Good... Come to me now. Good girl! Turn around."

So, he looped a rope behind my neck, on my shoulders, under my armpits, crossed it between my shoulder blades, passed it on front and between my legs, and cinched it to the crossing point in back. Then he pulled my wrists well up my back and tied them to the crossing point. I was well-arched, my buttocks and breasts shooting out.

"Ravishing, my dear, simply ravishing! Every man at the party will crave you! Now let's do something for your legs and your principal charm."

He hobbled my ankles with rope and I watched him look for something special in our toys. I was puzzled; we were going to a bondage-party and I was already tied and gagged; what else?

"Open your legs a bit more, beloved slave, to the extent of your hobble. Good. This way you'll have something to comfort you, instead of all those horny people you'll be surrounded by at the party. Now I want you thank your Master for his special attention to your needs. Come on dear, thank me properly."

He had plugged my cunt and rear with pricks locked into a chastity belt; they vibrated ... mmmhhh ... if I wasn't gagged, I'd have screamed my pleasure.

"So you like my solution, beloved? Now something to allow our brief journey to the car."

A long, black, hooded robe disguised my quivering body and my Master leashed me. A few seconds later, we were in the garage and I was arranged on the front seat. Everyone could see me without having any idea of my real ... attire.

An hour later, Mistress Scott welcomed us at the party.

"My dearest, at last we have the pleasure! Diane... that cloak suits you wonderfully. Here, let me help you disrobe. Oh, my ... you're exquisite ... Look at those buttocks ... and the curve of your thighs, the swelling of your tits... as usually you've done a fine job my dear Serge! I'm really intrigued; would you loan Diane to your old friend for a few seconds?"

"Sure! I'm terribly thirsty; she is all yours for twenty minutes."

I saw hubby go away and stared at Mistress Scott, awaiting her whims.

"First of all, we have to ungag you, darling ... There we are," she said peeling off the tape and hauling hubby's socks from my mouth.

"Now I want you to kneel down, here and now!"

I complied. She leaned on a high wooden stool and slipped off her heels; her feet were beautiful, long, well arched, nails trimmed and polished, very feminine... I felt strangely magnetized.

"Lick my feet, darling, all over and eagerly; should you fail to please, I'll have you in my dungeon all next week. Your Hubby agreed a month ago that your training needs serious improvement. Come on slave, Lick!"

While I performed my task, some of the guests approached and commented on my talent:

"Such a good slave you have, Lynn. If I was her Master, I'd want to keep her constantly whipped to induce the right attitude, wouldn't I?"

"Ooh... Sure, you're right Stephen, but she is not mine and I can't do it. Enough of this, slave. Get up now," Lynn said, and collared me. She took me in to the party, nude but for my chastity belt and bonds, and hooked my leash to a ring in the wall. Then she enforced my submission and juicing unexpectedly: "My friends, I pray you to have a look at this slave-girl; isn't she ravishing?! Sure she is! What a pity her principal charms are disguised by this chastity belt. So I propose, with the permission of her Master Serge, to disrobe her of it; we want her strikingly in the nude, don't we?"

"Sure! Good idea Lynn!" "A slave shouldn't be allowed to deny her Masters' view." "She has to be completely exposed." It was a chorus.

"Wait a minute. I think the belt is to arouse her, and I can't allow that. Kindly spank her just a little bit, for the right attitude, of course!" Dear Hubby! He did it himself, and when Lynn unlocked my belt, my plugged slots silenced the guests.

Then I heard a familiar, manly voice. "Serge, my dear, I think all this stuff has gone too far. It's time to give me back my property. Diane is my slave, for I paid you one million dollars three days ago to have her delivered to my ranch for six months. I'm still waiting, my friend, and nearly out of my mind. How come?" The harsh voice was behind me; I couldn't see him but I knew him. He was the guy who paid 500 bucks to have me ... Hubby had just said it was a dream ... I was going crazy.

"Mark, my dear friends, Diane is at the party for delivery. As everyone can see, she is in shape. I suggest we have a good time and then I'll be with you and your new slave on the road to your ranch. You want to use her on the prairies as a pony, don't you?"

"Right now, Serge! Look at those buttocks and those luscious legs; what a pity not to adapt them to my shafts and reins. Well, it's good for her to confront her future predicament," Mark said, gagging me with a harness bit gag and cinching hard. I felt like an animal, a pony to ride ... and my plugged spots climaxed simultaneously.

"This is an unbearable impertinence! I can't allow you free orgasms, slave! Your pleasure is mine! Serge, I guess a good fifty's would put this slut through her paces; and I say here and now!"

"Mark, Diane has been whipped, but rarely. I suggest we make her do a standing spread-eagle in Lynn's dungeon, both orifices plugged as now. Should any blow cause the pricks to fall, she'll have to perform sexual chores on you, or anyone you choose. What do you think?"

"Good! I also want, assuming the friendly view of any other Master here, all the other women to improve their skill in restraining Diane a bit more cruelly, their choice, until we go to the dungeon. Come on girls, this is your treat!"

I was once more a bit of flesh for everybody to use ... my pussy tingled and I hadn't still seen my new Master ... would he be my harsh guy ... that demanding cock up in my rear ... and his stern whim in dominating me ... even with his friends ... wow. A tall curvaceous brunette, leashed and collared on her knees when she entered the room, approached me sensuously balancing on the highest stiletto's I've ever seen. She licked her lips avidly, then began to untie me, softly fingering my body. I quivered, and a nice touch grasped my breasts and lingered at my inner labia ... I moaned softly in delight ... then she bent me forward and cuffed my hands to the opposite ankle. I was trapped, standing but bent over and compelled to look straight at my feet! My plugged holes were in full view! Demeaning, but...

"This way, slut! Try my Master's elect way to have me fulfill his whims."

I had sensed that the men were excited and bulging when the cuffs clicked shut; now I could see them from the right angle ... you know what I mean. When everyone had acclaimed her work, she went back to her Master's feet.

A voluptuous redhead came to me and cuddled my nipples ... mho ... that was wondrous .... ouch! My erect nipples had been abruptly crushed by steel clamps; each of them leashed.

"I think this slave could be led to the dungeon this way, my friends; she needs two firm hands to be effectively conducted and a third to control the plugs ... Who would like those tasks?"

I was excited and trembling and juiced, leashed by my nipples to the whip, nearly doggie style, someone ceaselessly staring at my body. I muffled my pleasure. Serge and Mark handled the leashes and pulled on .... pooh.... at the same time. I felt a strong hand seize the plugs and turn them slowly ... deep inside of me ...

"Come on bitchy, right to your lesson in docility. hop, hop, and keep your leg straight on line, up with your ass ... this way this way, up ... up!"

The longest walk of my life, believe me! Everybody touched and squeezed and taunted my flesh ... every way you can imagine. And I couldn't offer my pleasure ... I was to be punished for unauthorized orgasms ...! Tantalus, who was he... By the time we got down to the dungeon, my nipples were nearly off. Serge had unlocked my ankles and spread them to rings on the floor. Mark had locked my cuffed hands to my collar's ring, behind my neck; I was very well exposed, tits swelling forward! Then someone blindfolded me and tightened the harness bit gag. Soft lips surrounded my nipples and cunt. I moaned in pleasure and that was the moment I took the first blow from my Master's whip; that was a demoniac trap! The soft caressing lips relaxed my senses, driving me to the invading pricks and pleasure, while the whip compelled me to remember my slavery and submission to discipline. I contracted and relaxed every orifice, out of control! Should one of the pricks fall... Instantly, the lips disappeared followed by twenty rapid strokes on my buttocks; I cried and relaxed the inner muscles, and the vaginal plug fell to the floor.

"Finally, here we are! Now, slut, I'll have the pleasure to test your cunt," Mark said, jamming wildly into me... and ... ooh ... pumping his cock back and forth.

"I'll have you this way all the time, bitch! You'll spend your day nude, bit gagged, controlled by my reins out on the prairie. Contract your inner muscles, slave... Yes, that way... I'll allow my dependents to use you at their whim until you have the right attitude in serving your Lord and Master and ohooo!"

So he came. I stood gasping and drooling through my bit, a hole to be plugged, nothing more. Complete and absolute silence surrounded me; had they abandoned the dungeon and left me in chains? My Master's sperms floated down my thighs and I shivered in expectation. My rear tightening on the plug .... ohhh... someone was moving it back and forth... Strong hands untied my ankles and retied them crossed and tight. I crashed to the floor and someone tied my legs above and below their knees. A rope from the rear plug to my cuffed hands was passed through my legs and knotted again to the plug; I was trapped and besieged, snugly besieged, but they were not through. They looped a rope behind my neck, over my shoulders and under my armpits, knotted it between my shoulder blades, and then used it to draw my my ankles toward my back, arching my back awkwardly. It was frightening and pussy-tingling, you know!

Who was unfastening my harness-bit? I had to thank him,or her, somehow.

"Thank you, my mouth was in terrible pain ... ouch ... may I do anything to ..."

"Shut up slave! This was only to grease the corners of your mouth comer for your long ride to my ranch; here, open wide... so, good ... and now be a good girl."

I was bit gagged again, tighter than before, and he left me alone again, or so I thought.

"Hi, lass! I think we'd have a good time on the road, won't we?" a rough voice asked, openly taunting my buttocks. "I'm your chauffeur. In the mean time, I'll get a bit from those luscious breasts of yours. Just to teach you your right position at the ranch. Here we are, slut."

He pinched my nipples and rocked me back and forth ... back and forth ... ouch ... He jammed a huge cock between my breasts and squeezed them against each other ... I was to be used this way ... exciting ... I felt him bulging until he spread his scum all over them, and my throat, and my ... face ...

"Guess now you know who you are and what you're for, don't you slave-slut? Now be good; I've got to prepare your trunk ... nice tits, very nice tits indeed." I heeded him, leaving his sperm on my skin as he went away. Later, I was lifted up and carried outside ... I felt rough sand beneath me when they lowered me to the ground.

"Look, slave, that's your limousine to my ranch." Mark said, taking off my blindfold.

The car was a four wheel drive whose back had been adapted to a caged trunk, openly on view. I was to be set inside. To ensure a full view, he hooked me to the ceiling by the rope connecting my torso and ankles; I would have to rock back and forth all the long way and be seen in this condition ... a rough way to juice, isn't it?!

"This way, you'll not fret for fresh air and a bit of sun, care of your hubby, bitchy."

"Mark, I specially cherish Diane's perfect tummy; rocking all the way long could ruin it and our pleasures."

"Diane is mine for six months, but you're welcome to make suggestions."

"Well, I guess the opportunity to anchor her nipples straight in front of her and her ankles behind; it could be useful to expose her some more ... and her tummy could be safe."

"Very good idea! I'll take care of the nipples, you do the ankles Ok?"

My loving Hubby! They did it harshly. The position compelled me to tighten my rear muscles ... around the plug... mho... And so we left; I had climaxed again, what an untamed bitch I am really. I was blindfolded, and I knew they had to ride country roads, far from police cars. An hour passed and I heard cattle bells and cowboys whispering. The car stopped.

"Hi Boss! Beautiful. lass you got! She seems be kept on line ... uh.uh .... may we go and prepare her barn, down to the ranch?"

These were harsh voices, and my tied, arched, nude body had aroused them. they seemed happy to have me there at their disposal. My clamped nipples became stiff ... ouch ... and my juices floated down the truck's hatch.

"Right you are, Boys! Happy to see you all again! Arrange the main ouse's cellar as stable one ... some straw all around, some iron rings on the walls, my preferred whips, and the necessities to restrain and discipline her, guess what I mean? We'll be there forty minutes from now. See you then, buds!"

"Serge, hope you care for her perfect maintenance in the future. I'd like to assist you in punishing her in some unexpected and exciting ways."

"Mark, my friend, that is absolutely understood! Let's say we'll have a beautiful experience all together, won't we?!"

Lovely predicament. I was to be happily subdued and played by the two most sexy and demanding men I knew, free to surrender to my sensations. My Hubby had sold me but he was there to use me ... wow ... my "new" Master ... was he really new? I writhed at the prospect. The car stopped again.

"Untie her but for handcuffs and bit and carry her to the stable. We'll have a drink, won't we, my friend?" I heard Mark ordering somebody while leaving the car. "Make her run to her place. Use the whip on her rump if she doesn't obey! We want her in perfect form in an hour, OK?!"

Two men opened the hatch, untied my legs ... slowly touching my ... mho ... flesh. A strong hand tightened the plug's rope.

"Look slut, this is the best to train your ass to attention; the deeper, the better."

Then they put me on my feet.

"Hey, Slim, look at the hatch! This slut's juices washed it! She likes the hard way, you think?"

I blushed; they had discovered me.

"Sure Bud! We're to bring the lass to the stable and punish her if ... you understand me. Now let's get on with it!" the second guy said, squeezing my breasts. They helped me to the ground, slapping my buttocks ( and plug... ), leashed me, and took off my blindfold. They were brawny, country attired, lustfully savoring their job, and ... bulging ... you know where.

"Come on lass! You'll have to run, knees up to your tummy, all the way along," BUD said, taking off my stilettos while Slim unwound a long whip.

"Should you fail a single step, I'll kiss your ass with my whip," Slim informed me, lasciviously handling my thighs. I started to run and found it tough but exciting ... you know, my tits bulging up and down, my buttocks swelling on every move, the plug deep inside me ... I had a long run on green grass to the house since the car stopped at the ranch's gate. I saw a nude, handcuffed woman, tethered by a long rope, running around a pole. She was bit gagged and stimulated by her trainer's whip should she lower her knees. Two small bells hung from her nipples and played. So I was to be in the near future, and forgot to raise my knees ... ouch

"Knees up, slave," Slim whooped, whipping my ass

"Up with your ass, shoulder up ... hop, wench, hop."

Ten lashes over my rump, and I ran so furiously they had to tug my leash to slow me down. Time passed and we arrived at the House.

"Down there, lass," Bud said, holding the plug and pushing me forwards. They were gasping and drooling a bit after our run. Twenty steps down, there was a large room with barred windows, straw all over the floor, some iron rings on the walls. My handcuffs were hooked to the wall.

"Now, my beautiful slut, you'll have to be rewarded for your recent misbehaving," Slim said and pushed me to my knees, slightly bending forward. Bud took off my harness bit gag.

"Here you are, bitch! Now, suck and lick it eagerly, but beware; my friend will whip you, forty strokes at the very best. Should I climax before the fortieth, you'll get twice as much. Then Slim will use your mouth and I'll take his place whipping you. Understand slave-slut?"

I was again on my knees, nude, helplessly driven into slavery, sucking a cock under the whip; I guess the whip strokes contracted my lips and brought pleasure to him. With his dam near breaking twice, I tried to control my pain and he came at the fortieth stroke, yelling his pleasure to the ceiling.

My back was on fire and Slim took his turn.

"Please give me some rest ... ouch .... mmmfff"

"Shut up, slave! Suck it," my tormentor answered while his friend whipped me brutally.

Finally my ordeal was over. They cuffed my ankles, bit gagged and cuddled me, left me chained to the wall like a horse and went silently away .I collapsed drooling through my bit and ... down there.