Second Thoughts

Second Thoughts Part 4

By J Battier

 

It ended the way most of our encounters to this point had. My legs were unbound from the pad and I was brought to my feet. Tom escorted me up the stairs with my wrists still bound behind me. He had unwrapped the semen stained gauze but had left the ball gag in. He led me with a leash that was attached to my shock collar and I was ordered to follow with my head facing the ground. I did as I was told. Janet was apparently tending to the clean up of items downstairs. I was led back upstairs and down the hall to their bedroom. Tom removed my shock collar and put me in the shower. He turned the cold water on and let it douse me, instructing me to do my best to clean myself. From my bound position there was very little I could do. I allowed the freezing water to rinse myself over, but other than that there was no way I could soap or shampoo myself. I remained in the shower by myself, freezing, for about 10 minutes. I didn’t dare step out for fear of being accused of trying to escape again. At one point I did however venture to stick my head out and peer around the corner. There was no sign of Tom or Janet. I stayed put anyways, knowing that this could be a trick and also knowing the lengths they would go to convey another lesson. After a fair amount of time had elapsed the my two naked captors returned. I was led out of bathroom and stood dripping wet before them in their bedroom. Tom was upon me and removed my ball gag. When I remained silent he gave me a pat on the cheek,

“You’re learning.” He commended. He reattached my collar and then walked over to the dresser. He removed the black remote for the collar from the top dresser. He walked back over to me and began punching in a code to the small device. The collar around my neck beeped twice. He then turned me around and a minute later my bondage belt, leather cuffs, and leather chastity pouch all fell to the floor.

He stepped back before speaking.

“It’s important for you to know that I just set your collar for a fenced in area of about 4 by 4 feet. If you move outside of that area on your own right now, you’ll receive a pretty intense shock, and let’s just say that you’ll be put out faster than chloform…”

“And wake up with a much worse headache” Janet chimed in.

“Now towel off” Tom ordered tossing me a towel.

I caught the towel that was tossed to me and began to dry myself. After I finished I stood silently. I had not idea what to do next, and so as a shot in the dark I lowered myself to my knees and kept my head bent towards the floor.

“Very nice” Janet cooed…”You may work out after all”

These words puzzled me slightly. I once again found myself mentally revisiting the situation. How much longer would we play our little charade? I wasn’t positive as to what time it was, but I knew the weekend was coming to a close and I would soon need to be returned home. I was almost proud of myself for following through and enduring what I had endured up until now. The two of them approached where I knelt.

“Face up” was all Tom muttered. I raised my head and my face came in contact with a damp and pungent towel. Yet again I breathed in the powerful aroma of chloroform, but for the first time all weekend, I gave no struggle. My world turned black as I began to lose balance and fell forward in to the arms of my captors.

 

While it appeared that I had grown accustomed to being put out via the potent drug, it’s tough to say if you can ever get used to waking up from it. It’s much akin to waking up after a long night of boozing. You begin to come to, and you have lost all sense of time and space. Of course, for me, it was impossible to know what type of situation I would awake to. As my thoughts slowly became my own once again I tried to focus intensely and determine what predicament I would now be faced with. The first feeling I felt was an ache in the jaw. I tried to close my mouth expecting to find the familiar taste of the rubber ball, but instead I tasted moist cloth. Something was stuffed in my mouth, more than likely one of their undergarments. I did not attempt to force the cloth out for I was certain something would prevent that. I later discovered that duct tape had been wrapped over my mouth and around my head several times. I imagined my wrists would have been pinned behind my back, but as I began moving them I realized that they were pulled wide to either side of me and lashed to something. I opened my eyes and slowly the room came into vision. I was sitting upright in Tom and Jane’s bed with my hands bound to the posts. My ankles were pulled spread eagle and the rope that circled each was pulled down off the bed and tied somewhere underneath. I noticed also that I no longer wore my chastity belt. I mumbled into my gag and looked around the room for a clock to try and figure out what time it was. It slowly crept into my mind that the weekend was probably almost over and it would ultimately be time for them to let me go. I was slightly proud of myself for actually going through with this, and that I had survived. Sure I had been used and violated like never before, but I had proven that I could take it. I actually began to become aroused at this and realized that I had not orgasmed since being jerked off in the garage Friday evening. I wrestled with my bonds, praying for the ability to free a hand to get at my now throbbing cock. However, my erection and sex drive would quickly vanish as the door was pushed open and a person walked in.

I froze in my bound state as I looked at who stood before me. It was a woman, but it was not Janet. She was tall and had long greyish blond hair. She wore quite a bit of mascara and dark red lipstick adorned a face whose rinkles betrayed her age. She had a curvy figure with some pudge but it was clear that she was probably quite slender in her youth. Her outfit left very little to the imagination. She wore a very tight one piece of black neglige, like a teddy but much more form fitting. Black stockings where held up by a garter belt and elbow length black gloves adorned her arms. Her hands stood on her hips as she looked me over with a crooked smile on her lips.

“Well don’t you just look delicious” she purred, her voice breaking the silence as she licked her lips. I still sat perfectly rigid. Moments after her voice pierced the air, a voice that had a hint of a southern twang, I suddenly realized where I knew her from. She was the woman from the pictures downstairs, posing with Tom and Janet’s dogs. I was baffled as to what she was doing here and I realized I was probably blushing as my face felt very warm given my predicament. She walked slowly toward the bed and she seemed to thrust her hips to the side as she approached. I tried to edge myself back from her but my bonds held me tight. She noticed my struggles as she climbed onto the bed.

“Oh don’t panic sugar, I won’t bite…well, maybe a little” she said in a sultry tone. As she crawled towards me she went straight to my right wrist and her gloved fingers began surveying my bonds. She tightened a knot and then leaned over towards my other arm, her face coming with in inches of mine and her ample cleavage pressing against my chest. I kept my gaze fixated at the ceiling as shame washed over me.

“Hmmm…clearly Tom’s work…he’s meticulous with his knots…trust me, I’ve been trussed by him quite a bit” she murmured, almost half to herself. Confident that I was adequately restrained she laid back resting on an arm down by my midsection.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed, you can look at me” she said in a coy manner. I lowered my eyes to her and recognized the deviant stare of hers as very similar to the way Tom and Janet had looked at me all weekend.

“You’re probably wondering who I am and what I’m doing here.” She said as she raised a nylon covered foot and pressed it to my chest. She kept it there as she continued.

“Well, it’s quite simply really…this is my home.” Her words hit me hard. What?! Her home?! Had I been moved?! Where were Tom and Janet?! The questions flooded my head quickly. No, I couldn’t have been moved, this was the same room that I had been in the times before.

“You look puzzled baby…let me explain.” She began to rub her foot up and down my chest.

“You see, Tom and Janet are my friends…I met them online just like they met you, although quite some time ago. For the longest time we were just play partners, but we developed quite a good friendship and repoir outside of the scene as well. They knew I had this house down here in the woods, and they thought it’d be perfect for when they decided to make it happen. Of course I had to have them watch my dogs for a bit while I was up visiting friends in D.C. But I made them promise they’d let us meet once they had set things in motion.”

Her tone was slightly cryptic and I got the feeling that she was hinting at something I had not yet been made privy to. I mumbled into my gag slightly and jerked my arms to indicate my frustration. She pushed her foot hard to my chest pinning me against the headboard. Her other foot shot up to my gagged mouth and she pressed her toes to the duct tape while making the “shoosh” sign to her lips. I decided for the time being to comply. Confident now that I would behave she continued.

“It was a complete favor from them however when they asked me if I’d like to break the news to you.” Break what news I questioned to myself, clearly worried about the direction this one way conversation was headed.

“They said they’d let me take you for a spin too, you know, sort of one last fling before they make this thing real.”

What was she talking about?

“Although I imagine that they’ll let me see you again…but believe me, next time we meet you’ll be in an entirely different state of mind. They’ll have broken you by then.”

As much as her words puzzled me, I had a sickening feeling in my stomach that I might no where she was going with this.

“I’d tell you my name…but that is really of no consequence. There’s no need for you to know, and of course there is an issue of legality” she purred. Her gloved hands moved to my cock. With one hand she cupped my balls and with the other she began very matter of factly stroking me. My dick sprang to life having been given little release of late, but my mind stayed sharp and focused on her words.

“Although that really shouldn’t matter either. They’ve worked this all out perfectly. Let me ask you pet, have you for once taken stock of your situation?” Little did she know that when I wasn’t being used and abused or made unconscious over the past 48 hours, my mind did nothing but continually take stock.

“You met two people at a truck stop, and were soon bound gagged and blindfolded riding in their trunk to god knows where. For all you know you aren’t even in the state anymore. And furthermore, who knows you’re here besides the two of them, my dogs, and me.” She clearly had a point. None of this was knew information to me, but to hear it spoken out by another person caused it to take on a new degree of dire severity. I tugged at my bonds slightly, not liking the direction this was taken. I tried to pull my dick from her clutches, but she merely readjusted herself closer to me. A sharp push of her stockinged foot to my neck kept me still.

“Tom and Janet have been planning this for quite sometime. Sure there were other candidates…hell, there were even times it went so far as getting to the rest stop before, but each time one side kept chickening out. By the time you came across their radar, they were ready to go full steam ahead….You know, Tom shared with me your little attempt at trying to escape. It’s very unfortunate that you did that. Of course they were testing you and there was no way you’d have gotten anywhere…but what you actually did was give away any chance you’d ever have for flight in the future.” The future?! What did she mean, where was this going.

“And that brings us to right now. As I said, part of the agreement was that I would be the one to get to tell you. I just want to see the look in your eyes. I want to remember it, I want to cherish it, and I want to bring it back every time I feel like getting myself off.” She pulled hard on my dick at that phrase.

“Tom and Janet are doing this for real…you’re theirs now. You’re going to be their slave for as long as they choose. Say goodbye to your old world, because it’s gone forever.” To this day I can never recall precisely what happened after that. So many things raced through my mind. Was she serious? Of course she was. This was actually happening. How had I let it get this far? Where were Tom and Janet. Part of me wanted to lash out against my bonds, rip my arms out of their sockets if I had to. I had to put up a fight, express my displeasure, show some sort of aggression. Yet I’m convinced I did none of the above. The woman was quiet and I just hung my head. I would not squeal or moan or thrust. I would not panic. I would just sulk. I felt my face getting extremely red and I felt my stomach twist in agony. These people were taking me, and there was nothing I could do about it. My head snapped up and I came back to reality as I heard a strong humming noise. My eyes settled on the source of the noise just as the vibrator touched my shaft and balls.

“I knew that news would make you limp. That’s why I have this. I’m not going to try and ride some limp dick” she hissed, and then catching my glance she nodded…”Oh that’s right baby, I’m going to rape you in a minute, and I suggest you enjoy it because it’s probably the last time you’ll have your dick in a pussy, and odds are it’s the last orgasm you’ll be having for sometime.” My dick came to life once again at the combination of pulsating vibration and stimulation provided by her hand, and within seconds I was fully erect. I tried to pull away but I was stretched too tightly. Minutes later the woman straddled me and pulling aside her undergarment fabric from the crotch she sat her lips upon my throbbing member. She was warm and incredibly moist, and a soft moan escaped her as she sat on me. She began slowly rocking back and forth and as terrified as I was, I could not calm down my erection. I turned my head to the side and starred off into space as she slowly rode me, occasionally pulling herself almost off and then forcefully coming back down. Within minutes we were both cumming. Me thrusting uncontrollably while being restrained and her throwing her body against my chest and her nails digging fiercely into my skin. Her sweaty, panting body collapsed against me and she pulled at my hair and scratched my skin as she came to rest up against me. My mind raced as I began to think immediately again with the proper head. I gave vain tugs against my bonds just for the hell of it, knowing all too well there was no way out. I felt a sickening feeling in my stomach that turned into a full blown gut shot when the door opened and Tom and Janet entered. They were fully clothed and wore ear to ear smiles at the site they came upon.

“Ahh it seems she’s had some fun with our pet” Tom began.

“And I take it she shared the good news with you?” Janet said in a mocking tone. The woman sat upright and leaned against my shoulders. She draped a stockinged leg over my spread eagled leg.

“I certainly did…and thank you both kindly for allowing me to take him for a test spin. Hopefully that’s not the last time we’ll get to do this, if I can ever find the time to take a trip out your way.”

“You certainly do owe us a visit” Janet cooed, “And we’ll have him good and broken in by the next time you see him.”

“You mean see ‘it’” Tom replied as the two of them came and sat down on either side of the bed, Janet near the foot, Tom on my other side by the mystery woman. Tom grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face towards him.

“That’s right, from now on you’re not a ‘he’ or a ‘him’, you’re strictly on ‘it’, and more specifically, you’re our ‘it.’” He hissed at me. “You were stupid enough to get yourself into this situation and you’ve made it incredibly easy for us to make you disappear without a trace. You’re coming with us…and trust me, it’s a place pretty far from here, but you’ll never know where. You’re our bitch gimp, so get used to your knew life.”

I shot forward and tried to jerk my head from his grasp. I mewed as loud as I could into my gag and bucked against my bonds. Tom slammed my head back against the bed headboard and the woman’s hand shot to my member where she grabbed it forcefully and gave a firm squeeze. I felt like throwing up the immediate pain caught me so off guard. No one said a word as I sat there compliantly waiting for the situation to diffuse. And when Tom finally released my head I let it fall to my chest in defeat.

 

My “packaging” as I would call it began very routinely. The three of them left me in the room for a bit, and when they returned, all three came bearing different items that were then strewn out along the floor. The woman had changed into jeans and a sweater and she went to work assisting Janet as they opened a rather large duffle bag and began removing a multitude of black items that appeared to be leather.

“You see” began Tom, “It was one thing to have you hogtied in the back of the truck driving down here. Sure no one could see or hear you, but if we had ever been pulled over and the flatbed checked, we could probably explain our way out of it…and you too at the time would comply and explain that we were all playing. But now that we’re doing this for real, we’ve got to do a much better job of concealing you and shutting you up.” He smiled with a nod towards the items over on the ground.

“We’re going to strap you up good, make sure you can’t make a peep, and then you’re going in that there duffle bag.” He said pointing.

Janet cut it, “Just like luggage,” she offered, with a small giggle to herself.

“Yeah, just like luggage. In fact, you’ll be in the back with all our other luggage from this trip, and no one could ever tell the difference. No to mention we’ll probably put you out before we start the trip and maybe chloroform you a few times on the way just so you’re not fidgeting. Now, in terms of doing you up, you have the option….we can put you unconcious right now and do it, but that involves a lot of effort on our part. Ideally, we’d hope that you wouldn’t mind being still while we bind you. Keep in mind that Janet’s gonna be standing over there with that remote to your shock collar and she won’t hesitate to shock the shit out of you.” With that Janet rose and removed the remote from her pocket for show. She walked over to a corner of the room and stood ready.

“Also, our friend here is going to take one extra precaution that is slightly drastic, but that we feel is necessary.” He motioned towards the woman who got up off her knees and leaving her current task walked over to the closet. Opening it she lifted something in to her arms and then turned to reveal a double barrel shotgun. My hear froze as I saw that. My eyes shot to Tom who was nodding his head in a knowing fashion.

“I know, slightly excessive…but from our perspective we need to be as careful as possible, so it’s a necessary evil. Now, are you going to behave and let us do this or do I need to put that rag over your nose and wish you sweet dreams?”

Wanting to avoid being chloroformed at all costs I nodded my head slowly.

“Good.” Was all he said.

Tom went to work untying me from the bed. My mind raced with ideas as to how I could possibly orchestrate any kind of escape, but with the shock collar locked around my neck, and the shotgun trained on me, I realized that this was no game and that an escape attempt could prove deadly. Would they really kill me? Probably not, they didn’t strike me as murderers, but then again, they didn’t strike me as human slavers either. More than likely I would get an intense shock if I tried anything. As Tom untied my arm bindings I became completely free. He stepped back and ordered me to rise. I slowly lifted myself off the bed. He had left me with the duct tape gag. My muscles ached from a lack of use and as I rose I winced slightly in pain. Seconds later I found myself collapsed to the floor writing in pain as a shock was sent to my neck that reverberated through my skull. I struggled incredibly for air through my nose as the shock ceased just as quickly as it came on. I looked up at Tom as pain tears swelled in my eyes.

“That was to make sure you didn’t get any cute ideas, because we know what you were thinking…now get up.” He said coldly.

I slowly pushed myself off the ground and stood at attention with a lowered head. Tom began by taking my wrists behind me and cuffing them with medal handcuffs. Next he forced my hands into two mittens that had no fingers. They were strapped tight and fastened to each other by two mini hooks. He then went to work on my ankles. My eyes went back and forth from Janet to the other woman. Their cool gazes never left my form. Tom began lashing my legs together with leather straps. He cinched one by my ankles, one just below the knees, one above the knees and one at the thighs. He continued this up around my torso and chest. Three of the successive bindings pinned my arms tight behind me. Ordering me to the ground, I half knelt and half fell to the floor. Taking another strap he put me into a very strict hogtie, my ankle bindings pulled tight and connected to one of the straps that bound my upper chest.

“Well ladies, you can certainly relax now that it’s nice and secure.” And with that each of the women put down her respective tool of enforcement.

“Jan I’ll let you take care of it’s gag, I’m gonna begin to round up our things.” Tom said as he rose and walked from the room. Moments later Janet was upon me. She went right to work unwinding the tape from around my mouth with little concern for the pain it put me in. My face felt like it was stuck with a hundred pins as she tore the tape loose. Shoving her fingers to my mouth she pulled free what had apparently been a wad of her panties.

“Can you believe we fit three pairs in there?” she said to her friend. “Tom thought he might choke in his sleep but we packed it pretty well.”

I began to lick my lips and didn’t dare speak for fear of what me be inflicted upon me. My mouth freedom was relatively short-lived. Janet reached for an object that appeared to be a variety of straps. She placed what looked like a small deflated balloon object into my mouth and commanded that I bite down. I did as instructed and she pressed the rest of the gag, and leather mouth covering against my face. She pulled it tight behind me and proceeded to buckle a series of three straps. One set was pulled directly behind me, another was pulled up over my nose and over my head to connect in the back, and a third was buckled beneath my chin.

“Could you be a doll and hand me the pump?” she inquired of her friend who handed her a singular tube with a ball shaped pump on the end. She fit the tube into a connector piece on the front of the mouth strap. Plugging it in she began to press the pump and I suddenly felt the balloon in my mouth starting to get bigger. She squeezed the pump quite a bit and gradually a large rubber ball was built up in my mouth. It filled my mouth completely and as she continued to pump. With one hand still on the pump she shot another hand to my groin and gripping my balls she gave a hard squeeze. I mmmphhed into the gag in pain. The noise produced prompted three more squeezes of the pump. She then dug her nails in to my nipples and gave a vicious pinch. Once again I mewed and once again she gave three more pump squeezes. By now the pressure in my mouth was unbearable and it felt like my jaw would burst from the size of the object. A quick jerk of my hair prompted me to cry out yet again, however this time not a single audible murmur was produced. I had efficiently been silenced and Janet acknowledged this by detaching the pump. The other woman pulled forth a leather looking strap and I instantly new what came next.

“Well now bitch, it’s lights out time, next thing you see will be the surroundings of your new home.” Janet cooed. If that was the next thing I would see, the last thing would be her devilish smile as she pressed the leather blindfold to my eyes. It was actually two leather patches connected by a strap that wrapped around my head and buckled in the back. It was notched at least two sizes too tight and I knew that within no time I would probably develop a miserable headache from the pressure. Next I felt their fingers at my ears and the sounds of the room disappeared quickly as they began pushing some sort of putty like substance in. I had long since lost the ability to hear but still they continued to apply more of this substance, forcing it and packing it in tightly until my entire world was gone. My senses were more than just dulled, they were slowly disappearing all together. The sound of my breathing through my nostrils was deafeningly loud in my head. My sense of touch had not escaped me and two hands raised my head and a sticky substance was pushed to the side of my head. The tension of a wrap became apparent and I realized they were wrapping tape around my head. They wrapped it around my ears and over my blindfold, both ensuring that the goo in my ears would stay and adding an extra lair of security to my blindfold. They let my head drop lifelessly to the ground and I lay their completely motionless. I had no idea if they had gone, but for the moment they were no longer tending to me. It was in these fleeting moments that my thoughts once again drifted to what was actually happening. I was being taken…stolen…a human being being stripped of his freedom. I had no idea what my fate was to be. Would they kill me? Were they capable of killing me? They had shown me the lengths of their sadism over the course of the weekend…at least I thought they had…and seeing a shotgun in the hands of one of my captors was absolutely petrifying. I had never seen a gun in person before, and my first time was while I was being threatened with it. The time for struggling had long since passed although I slowly rotated my wrists and mittened hands, and of course it was no use. I wanted to scream out into the darkness, but no sound could be heard. All I had was my thoughts, and they were the loudest sound of all.

 

Hands! All over me, hands. Rolling me on to my stomach and then back onto my other side, my hogtied body responded like a wooden rocking horse. Two hands held me at my shoulders. Two others were at my feet, and two others began mercilessly rubbing my genitals. The hands were gruff and probably belonged to Tom. My balls were squeezed and my shaft repeatedly tugged and I soon became aware of a smooth grease-like feel to his grip as they slid all around, forcefully molesting me…and then just like that it ceased. I was rolled back once again and this time instead of carpet I felt a cold substance beneath me. My nose inhaled an even thicker leathery smell and as the hands began positioning me in some desired fashion I felt the material being pulled up over me. As my feet became enclosed I realized that I was being placed in a bag, a leather sack of some sort. I panicked…my thoughts immediately came to suffocation and thoughts of parental warnings never to put a bag over your head as a child. As the zipper was pulled up my body was slowly disappearing. Just as I felt it nearing my head and face my thoughts immediately became distracted by an intense burn that shot out from my crotch. FUCK! I shouted in my head as I realized Tom must have applied some sort of burning lotion or lubricant to my dick. As useless as it was I screamed out into the enormous pump gag in my mouth and suddenly the air around me became musty and dank and the feeling of the bag against the top of my head let me know it had been closed. Hands! Lifting the bag, multiple hands, probably once again a group effort. And just like that I felt myself being carried out of the room. The path they took was all too familiar in my head. Blood rushed to my temples as I was carried down the stairs with my front end leading the charge. There was no way of telling where we were in the home since I could hear or see nothing, but I was well aware of when I was being placed in the back of the car. I also was quite aware of the feeling of other items being placed upon my bagged form…probably more luggage to conceal their captive. As much as my brow and body had began to heat up and glisten with sweat, my nose was aware of a small cool path of air coming from somewhere. I relaxed only slightly to discover that the bag had some type of oxygen hook up. The last noticeable thing I would feel for the time being…aside from the never ceasing burning of my genitals…would be the gentle rocking of the luggage on top of me as the truck was set in motion, and my journey to complete and utter captivity began.