Him

------- Part 2 ------

As I am bringing my prize back to my house I have to pull over and stop the van. My heart is pounding, my silky panties are drenched and my clit aches. I reach into my glove compartment and get the vibrating dildo that is always there. With a soft moan I pull up my skirt, pull aside the panty and sink the dildo deep into my dripping pussy. ‘Oh yes, that's real nice', I think to myself as I cum not once but twice. The orgasms have eased my senses and cleared my head. It has gripped me more then I thought it would knowing that I have someone now. No more fantasies; this time its real. The drive back to my home is a long one but now my head is clearer but the anticipation is making the drive that much longer.
I made a basement, inside the house you would never see it if you didn't know it was there. In this type of building there is no basement, the house is built on a solid concrete floor foundation. But I got under the floor and shovelled out enough dirt until I was satisfied, and I got myself a nice basement, with two compartments. One I use for storing, potatoes and other things that need to be kept cool. The other part is hidden on the other side of the house. It's all-soundproof, because of the neighbours. It's fine to have neighbours but they also can be very annoying.
It has everything I need. A nice big cage for him, it will be his home for now, a lot of chains, whips, and a lot of other toys I've bought. I even have a toilet and a shower in a corner. So he won't ever have to go upstairs again.
When I arrive at my house I prepare Nicolas to transport him into my house without my neighbours getting too nosey. I remove his blindfold and all I see is hate in his eyes. A pair of wrap-around sunglasses hid his face. I stick a penis gag into his mouth just encase he can verbalize and hide the gag with a wool scarf. Two blankets conceal his bound arms and legs.
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Impassively bound to the chair, I perceive the trip in the dark only through the rolling motion of the van. Her taped voice keeps resounding through my head. With the abuse shouted at me I cannot concentrate and loose any feel for orientation. Only once I have the sensation that the van stops for an indeterminate period, then jolts again into movement to its unknown destiny.

Slowly my fear ebbs down to give way to renewed anger. Why tolerate that I am abducted in such a way? There must be a way out as long as I fight for it. Yet, while my thoughts race feverishly through my head, my body remains impassive which fuels my anger until I burn again with intense rage. I feel nauseous, unable to tell whether it comes from the drug she gave me, that bitch, or from the intensity of emotions in my impassive body when suddenly the van stops…

The doors are opened and I hear her approach me. The leather mask is removed and the sudden light blinds me. I look at her with relentless hate but she smiles back at me with contempt. She reaches inside a bag and forces something inside me. I nearly choke as I feel the cock-shaped rod deep inside my throat. I wheeze like an old man as my breathing is impaired by the drug. She undoes the straps of the wheelchair. Then she puts sun glasses on my face and hides my bound body with blankets before she sets out to put down the ramp...

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As I am setting up the ramp to wheel down Nicholas, Old Man Hahn appears out of nowhere asking if he could help. My heart pounds and refuses his help but he is insistent and nosey. “Who is that in the chair, Tara ?” “Ssh, Mr. Hahn, it's my great Uncle and he is sleeping. I just have him for the day while a room at a new nursing home is prepared for him. The poor guy never recovered from the strokes that hit him.” “That is a tragedy. But let me help you get the chair down the ramp.” “Thank you for your help Mr. Hahn.”
Nicholas fought hard to try to move his body. Was this old man blind? Couldn't he see I'm not an old invalid? Nicholas screamed for help in his mind but his body remained silent.
Mr. Hahn helps me lower Nicholas to the ground and even wheels him to my front door. My heart is pounding with fear in my chest that Mr. Hahn might discover the truth. We get the chair into the house without any trouble and I am anxious to get rid of Mr. Hahn and get on with my plan. “Thank you so much Mr. Hahn, you have been very helpful.” “I can't believe your uncle slept through to whole ordeal.” “Well the trip was very taxing on him. We had a long drive and its only half over. This is just a rest stop; later I will be taking him to his daughter's home. Thank you again for your help Mr. Hahn, but you must excuse me I have much to prepare before I leave.” With that thankfully Hahn turned and left.

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An old geezer appears, whom she calls Mr Hahn, and I feel my heart leap with hope. He must see something is wrong and get to my help. But she sells the man the story that I am her invalid great-uncle and he accepts it without doubt. He must be blind or senile to mistake me for a elderly cripple. Yet, as I struggle to get his attention I cannot get any movement out of my body but some spasms which, ironically, must make her story all the more convincing. I am angry with her and with myself. I am wheeled down the ramp and put inside a house that I can barely make out. The man leaves and she showers him with thanks, eager to get him out of her way, and he leaves contently, the silly goat! It dawns to me that my last chance of escape has gone and I sink again in dark despair.

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After I made sure the old man was not still snooping around, I fought the wheel chair and Nicholas down the basement stairs. The ordeal getting Nicholas into the basement was more then Tara had bargained for and about three quarters of the way down the steps the wheel chair slipped from Tara 's grip. The chair with Nicholas in it toppled over and fell on its side on the basement floor. All Tara could do was look on in horror.
Nicholas was angry with Tara and his body. Why was his body not obeying his commands? As he was being jostled down the steps he thought his body was starting to respond. Then he realized he was falling and there was nothing he could do to stop the fall. He hit the ground hard and it took his breath away but being strapped into the chair protected him from any real damage.
Tara sprinted down the rest of the stairs and was concerned that he was seriously injured. She was not so much concerned for his safety as much as her concern that he would need medical attention. After up righting him and giving him the once over she thought that he would suffer much more serious injuries from her then he had in the fall. Smiling at this thought she unlocked Nicholas's new ‘apartment' and wheeled him in.
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She makes sure that the old man is no longer around before she removes the glasses and blankets. But I remain gagged and strapped to the chair when she wheels me down the corridor to a door that she opens. A single bulb casts dark shadows rather than shedding any light on the staircase that leads to a basement. She puts me at the top of the chair and lowers the chair step by step. I feel uneasy as the wheels are much larger than the threads and I feel her falter under the load. Although expected, I startle when she looses her grip after the first five steps and the chair races into the dark. My heart stops still and I loose consciousness momentarily before I crash at the bottom of the stairs. The chair luckily absorbs much of the impact and my head is spared but I bruise my shoulder and knee. I curse her silently when she dashes down the stairs. She seems concerned about me, inspecting my body but I do not dare to think why. With difficulty she uprights the chair. My fear only grows when she opens a trap door that cannot be discerned by the casual observer…

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She wheeled him over to what she thought of as her dungeon wall. She got him up and out of the chair into a standing position with his back against the wall and latched a thick metal collar around his neck that was attached to the wall. The collar held him upright as she strapped his arms and legs to the wall with thick leather cuffs. She softly slapped him in the cheek; “you won't be going any where without me letting you”. She laughed as she left him bound to the wall. She left him in darkness and locked the apartment door.
She bought the wheel chair back up the stairs and placed a homemade dummy in it and dressed it to look like her poor great uncle. This way all her nosey neighbours will see her leave with her guest and never know Nicholas is in her home. Tara looked to see if old man Hahn was around. She didn't want him helping her again since the dummy was featherweight compared to Nicolas. She quickly loaded the chair into the van and drove away without incident.

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She wheels me into the dark. I look with unease at this room looks like a cell. But I can still not move and am unable to make out much of the room. She undoes the straps and pulls me upright. A collar is fitted to my neck and leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles that put my naked body spread-eagled against the cold stone wall. I shiver from cold and fear. She slaps my face. “You won't be going any where without me letting you”, she says. She removes the gag. “Did you like this little dick, little sissy cunt? You better should, because you'll be getting bigger ones inside you soon very often.” She chuckles, the smart little bitch, but I know she is right. “And let's hope you get control over your body soon because with a dysfunctional body you are of no use to me.” Then she leaves me in this embarrassing position. I see her beautiful body strutting away. The light is turned off and the door falls shut and darkness engulfs me. My body is limb and the cuffs and collar cut in my flesh and my entire body aches after a short while…

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The basement is pitch black; Nicholas cannot see right in front of his nose. The stonewall is cold against his back. He realizes he is moving his fingers. Slowly he is able to move all his body parts but he can't move much the way he is bound to the wall. His voice returns to him and he screams for help. Over and over again he screams for help until his throat is raw. The wall is so cold and the room is so dark; hopelessness creeps into Nicholas's mind.
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Slowly life creeps back into my veins, reawakening my senses. I try to recompose myself but only feel despair. I cough and croak as my voice returns to me. Unsteady I call out for help. First hardly audible, then from the top of my lungs. Over and over again I scream until my throat feels raw and my voice is hoarse. I am thirsty and hungry and have never felt so cold. I scream and scream again until I no longer have any power or energy left. Exhausted I collapse and feel the collar and cuffs chafe my flesh again. Slowly my hope and will to live seep from me.

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When Tara finally gets back home it is very late and has been a very long day for her. She is bone tired and decides to just crawl into bed. She is too tired even to check on her captive. She is asleep almost as soon as her head hits her satin covered pillow. She dreams of slaves all night long and awakes refreshed and horny.
She lies a while longer, still enjoying the fact that she finally got herself a toy, and one that isn't of any use to society. “ I think they are glad that I took him. I'll teach him some manners on how to treat women” I muse. “Okay, time to get up and take a visit down stairs.” She hops out of bed, takes a shower and then she has to choose what she should wear. It has to be something that is overwhelming for him. She has to show him some power. She decides to take a leather outfit. A tight leather top with a nice neckline and two leather straps closing it tight around the waist. Tight leather pants and of course a pair of 4” heels. To top it all off she puts on her wide leather coat. She put some wax in her short red hair and puts on some heavy make up. Her eyes look mean and dark. She attaches to the belt of her pants a few chains and a small whip. She looks one more time in the mirror. “Okay let's play” she said to herself. She goes down stairs and then to the big staircase where she hid her stairs to the basement.
When I enter the basement I listen and I don't hear a thing, “maybe he's not awake yet,” I think. I open the door to his apartment and there he is, hanging on the wall, I turn on one little spot light, its hanging so its shining is his eyes and he has trouble to see me well. “Who are you, let me go”, he screams at me. I start laughing, “You may never go, you are my toy and I am intending to keep you. I have a lot of toys I want to use on you and I am eager to start your training.” “Shhhhhhhhhhhh, don't be afraid now, it will be a pleasant time for the both of us, you pleasing me and I pleasing myself” I chuckle. I take a step closer to him and then suddenly he can see whom I am. “ You damn bitch! Let me go! You are a crazy bitch to do this to me. Don't you know who I am?” I take a chair and a file lying on a shelf and I sit down. “ Yes I know who you are, Nicolas. You had let me think you were my friend and you lied to me from the start by not telling me your real name. Its not Erik and I knew it from the beginning.” I start looking in his file, and I read out loud. “ Your name is Nicolas Trend, born 28 years ago in a hospital in New York You're a single child and your parents made a spoiled brat out of you. You could get everything you need and you never worked for one cent in your life. You took everything for granted and thought you could lie and cheat all you wanted”. He started yelling at me again “you stupid bitch, what is this, the fucking FBI?!” I stand up and get a nice gag from a shelf nearby and I walk to him. “Never call me a fucking bitch again.” I take out my little whip and I let him feel the bite of it on his jaw. Next I shove a nice red ball-gag in his mouth and strap it tight on the back of his head and lock it with a little padlock. He gulped and looked me straight in the eye, with his piercing blue ones.
“So quiet again, let me tell you what I know of you. You were spoiled from the day you were born and even the company you own now is not made of your own sweat. It's a gift from your daddy, given to you on your 25th birthday, because you want to have your own company. But tragedy came over you; when Mommy and Daddy died last spring in a car accident shortly after leaving your penthouse where the three of you had a big fight. Daddy was angry with you because he heard about your treatment of women, I think. That's something we can debate about later, but first you have to know lesson two of your training. You never, and I mean never lay your eyes on me again, you have to look down and a meter in front of you”. I flick his face with my fingers and he twitched for a moment but he looked at me and didn't want to look down. I look in his stern blue eyes and I say one more time with a louder demanding voice, “Look down now!” He won't listen and I take a deep breath and I get the blindfold off the shelf. As I put it on; he tried to shake it away. I let him taste my whip again, on his other cheek this time. He shudders, “don't resist me again or I'll let you feel the full fury of my whip”, I said behind clenched teeth. This time I win and the blindfold finds its way and is padlocked tight.
“I'll let you over think your sins for now but I'll be back soon, to give you your first punishment”. I walk away and close the door with a loud bang.

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I hear the door open and feel her enter the room. Yet, I cannot muster the force to confront her. Then a single spotlight is turned on me and its blinding light cannot lighten my despair.

I see her silhouette, lined out in black shining leather. What does she have in mind? I have to try to. fight or talk my way out of this. I search for all energy that is left in my body but it is not much. I cannot appear to be weak if I want to stand a chance. I straighten my body and shout at her to let me go. But she won't and she tells me that I am her toy and will be subjected to her. “Why?” I ask myself…

Maybe I can confound her and get myself out that way. But she seems to know everything about me and confronts me with this. My mind is not clear anymore and I lose my temper with her. I call her a bitch which earns me a blow with a whip on my cheek. So, I know what she is up to. She is in control, though, and she makes no secret out of it. She gags me, with a red rubber ball this time. I look at her in rage but she seems not to care, no she seems to like to have me upset and angry. She chuckles when she sees the desperate rage in my eyes…

She continues to confront me and particularly judges me for my contempt for women. She should know, after what I had in mind for her, let alone when I'd get my hands on her. But that probability seems so remote and she knows it. There is no relenting in her rant against me and she humiliates me deeply. She orders me to avert my eyes. I oppose her. She hits me in the face but I won't give in. She takes a blindfold that I can shake loose once, then she hits me with the whip on my cheek again. I give in and have myself blindfolded, but its darkness cannot black out the shadowy doubts in my soul. She does not leave any, however, when she leaves and tells me that I have to think over my sins before I shall receive my first punishment. She leaves again but before she closes the door she tells me to spare my energy as no one will hear me and I cannot escape from this cell. Then the door of my tomb shuts loudly and overcome with sleep and agony my mind becomes the prey of nightmares of what punishment she may inflict on my defenceless mind and body…

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