The Bitch

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What’s Coming To Her

“God damn you, I fucking hate you!  I’m glad I’m leaving tomorrow and never going to see you again!!”  Screamed Liz into the crowd of guys outside Scotty’s Bar.  I watched from across the street as she stormed away, another fight with her boyfriend causing her to walk home.  Liz and I went to college together and had a few courses together but I didn’t know her that well.  What I did know was that she was about 5’ 8”, long tan legs leading too her tight ass and smooth stomach, her breast were small but perky.  Long dirty blonde hair streamed down her back as she strutted down the street.  She was confident, aggressive, good looking, and she knew it.  Eyes followed her down the street but turned away once she passed the corner.  I was the only one to follow her past the intersection as she turned down the street leading to her apartment. 

       “Liz” I yelled, “wait up,” as I jogged quickly to catch up with her.  “Slow down, my cars right around the block let me give you a ride.”

       “Ben?” she asked, looking at me as I stepped out into the bright street.

       “Ya, slow down.  I parked right here, let me give you a ride back to your place.  I saw the fight and it’s the least I can do.”

       “Fine, let’s go” she snapped back at me.  Stopping to let me lead her to my car.

       “It’s the red Dodge Charger, hop in and just tell me where to go.” I said as I started the car.  I knew she lived close but not exactly where.

       “Its right around the corner thanks for the ride.” She said quietly, not even paying attention to me.  She was focused on her phone and completely ignoring me.  For some reason that pissed me off, but I tried to remain nice.

       “Now that schools out when are you heading home?” I asked, trying to regain her attention.  She was a great looking girl and I figured I’d try.

       “Tomorrow actually, my apartment is empty and my car is packed.  I was going out for one last night with my boyfriend but that was apparently a mistake.  Look, I just don’t really want to talk so just drop me off.” She practically yelled at me before returning her complete attention to her phone.

       “Fuck you” I retorted, my anger getting the best of me.  “You’re nothing more than a smart mouthed bitch.  You should be thanking me for giving me a ride home. “

       “What! No screw you” screamed back Liz, as she pulled her hand back and slapped me across the face.  “Don’t ever talk to me that way.”

       Stunned, I could only stare at her as I could feel my face begin to burn.  The imprint of her hand was a slowly heating up on the side of my face.  As the burn grew so did my anger.  With a scream she began struggling with her seat beat to get out of the car.  She never saw my hand as I pulled back and slapped her across the face in return.  The whimper that escaped her mouth matched her stunned expression as a red hand print formed on her face as well.  Shock showed clearly in her eyes, no man had ever hit her before.  I pulled my hand back again as she began to scream but I simply slapped her across the face again, hitting her head on to the doors window.

       “I’m going to teach you your place you dumb bitch” I said, continuing to slap her.  Her struggles quickly changed from hitting me to trying to curl into a ball and stop the pain.  “Say another word and its really going to hurt.” I whispered into her ear after, my hand raised to hit her again.

       Tears streamed down her face as she stared at me, the only sound that escaped her mouth were sobs.  I turned my attention from her and looked back towards the road.  No one was on the street staring or running towards the car so I assumed my little episode had gone unnoticed.  I started driving again, this time towards my place.  I lived in a house with eight other roommates normally, but with school ending I was the only one staying for summer school and had the house to myself.  My house was near the bar and it was a fast drive but as we pulled into the drive way Liz was already regaining some of her old self confidence and started blabbing the instant the car stopped.

       “Let me out of here this instant Ben.  My dad is going to kill you if you don’t let me out of the car this instant.”  She mumbled at first but her confidence grew the more she heard the sound of her voice.  Each word returned a little more of that self esteem and confidence.  Before I let her regain too much I snapped my hand around again, hitting her hard.  This time though I hit her with a closed fist right in the stomach, stopping her words mid sentence.  She doubled over gasping for breath.  I got out of the car and walked over to her door, yanked it open and reached into the car.  She was still having trouble breathing so she couldn’t go much as I pulled her from the car.  To all outsiders it simply looked like she was drunk and I was kindly helping her back into the house. 

       The door was the hardest part, she had almost regained her breath and the dead bolt was shut.  One discrete jab to her stomach and she folded over again, heaving slightly.  I dug my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door, one hand tightly gripping Liz’s arm.  Once the door was open I proceeded to drag her into the living room and threw her on the floor.  Watching her curled on the floor, tears streaming down her face, struggling to breath, her dark eyes looking up at me pleading silently I knew what I wanted from her.  I could rape her here and now, have my way with her and possible knock her down a peg or too but there was more I could do, there was more I wanted more.  I didn’t know what exactly was going through my head at that moment but it changed everything.  I was going to take Liz and make her into what I wanted, mold her from the woman she was into the toy I wanted her to be.

       “What are you going to do with me?” she whispered, her usual self buried beneath terror.  She stared into my eyes, no longer in control. 

       “I’m going to do whatever I want” I whispered in reply, my eyes gazing straight back into hers.  My response only confused her.  “Now I can hit you again or you can do exactly what I tell you, it’s your choice.” I stated calmly, letting none of the world wind of emotions swirling inside me show on my face.  “So are you going to be good or are you going to get hit?”

       “Please, just let me go.  I won’t tell anyone, if you let me go I promise I won’t tell anyone.”  She begged.  “I’ll do anything you ask if you just let me go” I leaned down when she finally stopped begging and grabbed her hair tightly in my hand. 

       “That wasn’t what I asked you.  I said, are you going to do what you’re told or get hit?  There will be no letting you go.  Only compliance or pain.”  I whispered into her ear, holding tightly to her hair still.  “Now make your choice.”

       “Please, don’t hurt me” Liz cried.  “I’ll do what you say, just don’t hit me.”

       “That’s what I was hoping to hear,” I replied, letting a little bit of my elation show in a small smile spreading on my face.

       Standing up I pulled Liz to her feet roughly with her hair.  I turned and began pulling her towards the door down the hall.  It led to our basement.  The house we had rented was an older home and the basement was stone, empty except for a washer and dryer.  It was hard balancing down the rickety stairs with Liz held tightly in one hand but I managed and tossed her onto the stone floor at the bottom. 

       “This is where you’re going to be spending your time for awhile, Liz” I said, standing over her.  “I’m going to turn you into the woman I want you to be down here.  It’s going to be long and painful I’m sure, but well worth it.” 

       “What?” she managed to ask, before my hand came around again and slapped her face.  The blow rocked her back onto the floor and brought the tears out again.  As she lay crying with her hands covering her face to ward off any more blows she missed me as I walked by and went to the old shower in the corner.  It was nothing more than a facet hidden in the corner of the room jutting from the ceiling.  Two metal bars extended from the wall on either side to form a square with old ratty sheets hanging down to provide a shower curtain.  I looked up at the nozzle and grasped it firmly and pulled, the old metal nozzle didn’t budge.  I smiled and pulled on each of the metal bars as well that formed the square.  Both were bolted to the ceiling and were surprisingly strong, neither moving as well under pressure.  Walking back towards Liz, I smiled at her pitiful form.

       “Stand up and go stand in the corner” I ordered her. 

       “What?” She asked, shocked by my sudden by seemingly random command.

       “It's simple,” I replied.  “Go stand in the corner, or I’m going to hit you again.”

       “Ok, please just don’t hit me” she said, slowly managing to gain her footing and walking into the corner with the shower.  I watched her as she walked across the room and quickly grabbed a chain off the ground.  One of my roommates had ridden his bike every day to school and had used a chain and lock to keep his bike safe.  I picked up two of his key locks as well that he had left and in the house and advanced onto Liz as she stood in the corner.  I didn’t say anything up grabbed her left wrist and loped the chain tightly around it.  She didn’t start fighting until I attached the lock to the chain, realizing what I planned to do.  Her struggles didn’t last long though as I punched her hard in the chest.  It actually made my work harder as I strung the chain up to the shower nozzle and loped the chain around the head, holding it in place with the second lock.  I stepped back to admire my handiwork.  She was effectively cuffed to the shower nozzle, with only about two feet of chain so her hand was help into the air.  The curtains were far enough from her that she couldn’t touch them with the short chain.  I stepped in close again and pushed her against the wall, forcing her eyes to meet mine.

       “It's time for your first lesson; I’m going to leave you down here.  If I hear a scream or any other sound from down here I’m going to come back and wrap a chain around your head so you can’t talk.  Now, if you manage to be quiet you’ll be feed, if you’re not, well I hope you’re not hungry.  Good night Liz, enjoy the beginning of the rest of your life.” I told her.  I turned and walked away once I was done talking and headed back up the stairs.  Stopping at the top I turned and looked back at her hopeless form, tied to the shower and said, “Remember, not a word” and turned off the basement light, plunging Liz into darkness.

       As I shut the door to the basement I walked over to my couch and flopped down onto the cushion.  All of my emotions continued to swirl inside me and I needed a few moments to recover.  I laid down and began to consider everything that had happened and what I was going to do.  As long as she was kept in the basement no one would see Liz, my landlord was not going to be a problem because he only came over when called.  Also, my roommates were all gone so the house was alone except for me and now Liz.  My mind wandered as I thought about her, tied and bound in the darkness of the basement.  Glancing down I noticed her purse on the floor where I had thrown her after arriving in the house.  Its sight reminded me of what she had said earlier, “My apartment is packed, and all I have left in town is my car.”  I jumped down to the floor and dumped the contents of her purse on the ground, it was small and I found her keys easily.  I knew if I could get rid of the car no one would have any idea what had happened to her. 

       Holding her keys tightly in my hand I walked out my front door and began walking towards Liz’s apartment building.  It was only a few blocks away and allowed me time to formulate a plan on what exactly I was going to do to Liz.  Tonight I would leave her in the basement, and go down in the morning.  By that point she would most likely have regained some semblance of her old self and I needed to be ready to for her. 

I found her car quiet easily by using her car keys pad and pressing the horn button.  She drove a BMW SUV, a vehicle way to nice for an arrogant bitch like Liz.  I hopped in the driver’s seat and proceeded to drive the car into the city.  I knew the area pretty well and quickly found the bad part of town and parked the car.  It would be gone by morning, most likely sold for parts.  A quick call to a cab company and I was on my way back towards my house.  The cab driver assumed I was another drunken college kid who had gotten lost and thought nothing of picking me up.  When I arrived home the clock read 3:00 am so I found my bed and lay down.  Thoughts swirled around my head but eventually exhaustion overwhelmed me and I faded into oblivion. 

Morning arrived too quickly and my alarm clock dragged me back into consciousness.  I sat up and looked around sleepily, wondering what I would eat for breakfast.  It was a Saturday and I didn’t have class so I had time for a good meal.  I walked over to the kitchen and began rummaging around for eggs and a pan when I saw the basement door. 

Last night’s events flooded back into my mind as I gazed upon the door.  Liz’s pleading eyes remained etched in my memory and my eggs were no longer considered.  I started walking towards the door when I stopped myself.  Liz was a strong woman; I needed to be calm and collected before I went down there.  I picked the egg’s back up and began to cook again.  It was done fairly fast but gave me time to gather my thoughts.  After finishing my scrambled eggs I started rummaging around my housing, gather a few necessary items and tossed them into an extra book bag.  Once I was ready I proceeded to open the basement door and started down the stairs.

I kept my eyes on the stair until I reached the bottom step before looking to the corner to find Liz.  She had managed to fall asleep leaned up against the wall, her arm still raised over her head attached to the shower.  I began walking over to her, making enough noise to rouse her from her shallow sleep.  She jerked up when she awoke, her eyes quickly finding me striding across the basement towards her. 

“Let me out of here this instant!’”She screamed, repeating herself from last night.  Before she gathered steam I walked straight up to her and swiftly brought my hand up and smacked her across the face.  When she didn’t stop immediately I continued my assault of slaps until all that came out of her mouths was nothing more than whimpers.

“Now I thought I taught your lesson last night.  You only do what I tell you, and I never told you to talk.” Grabbing her head tightly I brought up face close to mine.  “Are you going to have to be taught this lesson every morning?”

“Please, stop hitting me, I’ll do what you want” She begged, the fight quickly taken out of her.  Knowing I had to take advantage of her while I could, I smiled and gazed upon her body.

“Take your clothes off,” I said calmly, my eyes locked to hers. 

“Pll!!” she got out before my open hand came around and smacked her in the cheek.

“I didn’t tell you to talk, I told you to take off your clothes.  What happens now is your choice.”

Tears streaming down her face, Liz could no longer look at me.  Finally my message seemed to have sunk in, and without a word she began to use her free hand to try and pull her shirt up.  Her one hand was still raised in the air, held by the chain to the shower.  Eventually her dark purple shirt was raised over her head, wrapped around her raised arm.  Her dark blue strapless bra stood out sharply against her lightly tanned skin.  Lower her hand she reached behind her back and shakily unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground.  Her small nipples were a light pink, jutting out from her chest. 

       “Your shorts now,” I said, still looking at her face.  I wanted her completely undressed before I gazed upon her body, soon it would be mine to enjoy anytime I wanted.  Her hand moved slowly down to her shorts, no belt held them up so with a small movement she undid the button, letting them begin to slide down her legs.  They didn’t get far before he closed knees stopped the shorts slide, revealing a plain black thong partially uncovered by the shorts.  “Open your legs and continue” I said raising my hand into the air as if to hit her.  A small sob escaped her mouth as she separated her knees, allowing the shorts to fall to the ground.  She remained in nothing but her thong and knew I was getting impatient, so with the help of her free hand and a small shake of her hips it too fell onto the ground.  The thong fell lightly onto of her shorts and for the first time I drank in the sight of her gorgeous body, nude before me.  Her long dirty blonde hair hung around her shoulders, her eyes still slightly red from crying stared at the floor.  One arm was raised in the air while the other hung at her side, I continued down her smooth stomach with her eyes, coming to view her shaved pussy, not a hint of hair.  Her long legs continued down to the small pile of clothes on the ground.

I stepped forward and raised a small knife in my hand, she hadn’t noticed it before, but once she noticed it she pressed herself as hard into the wall as she could.  Carefully, I stepped next to her and raised the knife, with a deliberate motion I moved it past her face and up to her arm where I proceeded to cut off her shirt still tangled to her chained arm.  I lowered the knife again in front of her face again and placed it into my pocket. 

“Now look at that, you did what you were told and nothing bad happened, isn’t that nice.” I whispered into her ear.  “Now pick your clothes up off the ground and hand them too me.”  An unbelieving look in her eyes, Liz bent over as far as possible with her chained arm and reached down to pick up her pile of clothes.  Hesitantly she held the clothes out too me before I grabbed them and turned away, heading back up stairs.

I knew she was confused and scared, after stripping her down she had obviously expect me to rape her, but I had made no move or even mention of doing that.  What I wanted was much worse, I wanted her to be part of what was going to happen, I wanted her to participate in her own humiliation and degradation.

At the top of the stairs I considered the best way to humiliate her and keep her under my influence.  Noticing her purse and its contents still on the ground I walked over and picked it up.  I needed to hide the evidence of Liz on the ground floor.  As I gathered her belongings I picked up her wallet and looked through it.  Inside I found 400 dollars in hundreds and another fifty in twenties and a ten.  I couldn’t believe my luck, not only was I going to have my way with this girl, she was going to pay for it.  I gathered the rest of her belongings and carried them into an empty bedroom and hid them in a draw with a false bottom, a neat little compartment my roommates and I had discovered earlier in the year.  With her belongings safely hidden and Liz still tied securely in the basement I grabbed my keys and headed out to buy the necessary items.  It was a college campus so not far off the beaten path I came to a small sex shop.

Upon entering the shop I was immediately struck by how tacky the place looked.  DVD’s and movies covered on wall, a few erotic books were hidden in the corner, more than half the store was dedicated to sexual costumes though and a small display shelf held sex toys.  I walked to that shelf first and looked only for a moment till I picked up a large dildo that doubled as a vibrator, a small little vibrator, a but plug in case she pissed me off, four pairs of handcuffs, a cheap ring and ball gag, an small black collar with a ring on the side, two extremely painful looking nipple clamps connected by a chain and a small set of weights that came with them.  I had pulled up enough items that an assistant came over and offered to help me out.  She deposited my items in a bag, looking at me questioningly as I wondered around the rest of the shop.  I didn’t see anything else interesting and walked back to the cash register.

“That will be all, how much is it?” I asked, not really worried since I had Liz’s money on me. 

“That’ll be 220.35.” she replied, putting all my items into two bags.  She obviously wanted to ask more but I grabbed my new items and left after paying.  I needed to remember to tell Liz that she was the one responsible for their being in my possession, I would find that especially ironic but I doubted she would enjoy it as much as me.  Gathering my new toys I returned to my car and began the drive home.  The short ride allowed me time to plan the next few steps for Liz.

Arriving at my house I decided to watch some TV and let Liz’s imagination run while as she stood naked down in the dark chained to the wall.  I started by opening the new toys and discovered a few features I hadn’t seen in my quick examination of them at the store.  I also realized I needed some batteries but after several minutes of searching I found a few left over from earlier in the year and all the necessary items hummed away.  After they were ready and I went to make myself some dinner and realized Liz hadn’t eaten or drank in almost a day now, she would have to be exceptionally miserable.  After finishing my food I grabbed a bottle of water, tossed a few of my toys in the bag and walked down the stairs. 

She was awake and staring at me as I crossed the cold basement floor.  She was huddled against the way, trying to find some warmth.  It wasn’t cold, rather chilly but her nakedness compounded the problem.  As I neared her I detected an odor I didn’t recognize and it was only until I stood before her that I realized what it was.  She had pissed herself, all her drinking from the night before had caught up to her and chained to the wall she had no choice but to piss and aim for the small shower drain.  I raised the bottle of water and presented it to her wordlessly.  No matter how made she might have been at me she had little choice but to drop her arm that was attempting to protect her modest and reach for the bottle.  She downed it quickly, spilling a few drops down her chest.  I knew right now she was dependent upon me, almost as if she was forgetting I was the one who had put her here in the first place.  I decided to play upon that for a moment and kindly looked at her.

“Do you need to go to the bathroom again?” I asked gently.

“No” she responded, blushing a little.  Her embarrassment at going to the bathroom had surpassed her embarrassment at being naked. 

“Are you hungry?”

“A little,” she answered, now looking slightly confused.  Whatever she had expected, this wasn’t it.  After threatening, kidnapping, beating her, I was now almost taking care of her. 

“I’ll get you a sandwich then in a little bit, but first were going to go over some rules.  What was the rule you learned yesterday?” I prompted.  I wanted to begin the process of changing her, and I didn’t want it all based on pain.  Just the threat should be good enough for awhile and with my new toys manipulating her body wouldn’t be hard. 

“You said, as long as I do what I’m told, you won’t hurt me” she whispered back. 

“I told you something else as well about talking, what was that?” I asked.

“No talking” she answered quickly, fearing I was going to hurt her for talking.  She began shaking and moved away. 

“Don’t worry” I said with a smile, “If I ask you a question, you’re allowed to talk.  Otherwise you’re correct; I don’t want to hear a word from you.  Now when I ask you the rules you’re going to repeat these two, and any others I add, do you understand?”

“Yes,” she answered.  This time though, I heard a bit of defiance in her voice.  I was wondering when her old confidence would return and apparently my polite behavior had been the cause.  I was betting she would continue the charade a bit longer, so I took advantage of this by playing on her bid for freedom. 

“Now, I’m going to release you from this corner and take you upstairs.  If you fight me you’ll regret it.”

“I won’t, I promise,” she lied to me, looking into my eyes.

“Good,” I responded, lying back to her with my eyes.  “But, just to be sure” I reached in to my bag and grabbed one of my newly purchased handcuffs and grabbed her free hand.  I cuffed it gently, but firmly enough that it would slip up.  Raising her hand, I held it parallel to her hand still chained to the shower nozzle and handcuffed that one as well.  With her hand securely together I spun the combination on the bike chain holding her to the shower nozzle and unlocked the chain.  It only took a few moments to slide the chain free from around her hand and let Liz lower her hands down in front of her.  I could almost see the glee in her face as she thought she was getting a chance to escape.  Holding her firmly by the upper arm I walked Liz towards the stairs and what she thought was her freedom.

With her walking willingly up the stairs it made my job much easier.  I knew where I wanted her to go when we got upstairs so we quickly walked out of the living room, where I had all the toys hidden behind the coach.  I allowed her to sit down on the couch besides me and saw her relax once she was finally allowed to sit.  She had been standing or leaning for close to a day and exhaustion was setting in.  She was getting drowsy as she sat on the couch, simply relaxing. 

“I’m glad your relaxed, isn’t it much better up here than down in the basement chained to the wall?” I asked, setting her up for what I wanted later.

“Yes, it’s much better up here.  Please, I’ll do anything if you don’t make me stay down there all night again.”

“Anything?” I responded with quickly, leering at her body.  For the first time Liz acknowledged she was naked and I was a male and began blushing, trying to cover herself with her handcuffed hands.  “Now you said anything, do you want to go back down stairs or were your serious?”

“I’ll do it” she answered hesitantly, clearly thinking I was going to use her body, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. 

“I’m glad to hear that.  First, lie down on the floor and face me” I ordered.  I wanted her to be a participant, if I raped her against her will, she would fight.  But if I could get her to help, even a bit I could begin to mess with her mind, make her think it was what she wanted.  Unsteadily she climbed from the couch and kneeled down on the floor before me.  Looking at me warily, she laid on her back with her feet pointing towards me, her hands covering her pussy.  “Spread your legs” I demanded, trying to force her to humiliate herself.  I barely had to raise my hand before she began to spread her legs slowly, trying to postpone the inevitable.  I didn’t allow a smile to grace my face but inside joy swirled around.  She was still scared enough of pain that she would do what I ordered for a while longer. 

Watching her lay on the ground, legs spread made me glad I was sitting.  It hid my growing erection from her sight, though she certainly could have guessed I had one.  Her pussy looked so inviting, clearly visible with all her hair gone, and her lips just slightly protruding.  Her hands were clasped together on her stomach; she obviously wanted to cover herself but was afraid of the consequences.  “Play with yourself” I stated looking upon her body.  My command shocked her, not what she had imagined happening as she had laid down and spread.

“What?” she whispered, almost disbelieving.  It would be one thing if I violated her, another if I forced her to violate herself.

“I said, play with yourself.  Or you can go back down to the basement and spend another night locked to the shower.  Run your fingers up and down your pussy, touch your clit, play with yourself and make it convincing.” I responded, still no emotion showing on my face except a small amount of anger.  It proved to be the right amount of reassurance because slowly she lowered her hands down to her pussy and ran a finger up her slit.  When I didn’t say anything she continued slowly, running her fingers up and down, eventually sliding on just barely inside herself.  “Put two fingers in” I demanded, momentarily shocking her into stopping her hand, reminding her I was here.   “Move your hand quicker.”  My ordered did nothing to change the look of humiliation and embarrassment on her face as her hand continued its stroking, pushing two fingers into herself deeply now.  Her hand also sped up, making soft sucking sounds as it slid in and out of her.  I could smell her arousal as she fingered herself and the glisten on her fingers confirmed it.  She might not be enjoying herself but shove something in and out of a pussy and it starts to lubricate, even if the woman doesn’t enjoy it, something Liz apparently didn’t know.  I forced her to continue doing this for several more minutes, her pussy clearly wet and filling the air with its scent.   With her distracted by her own fingers I reached behind the couch and grabbed the small vibrator.

It was called the Friendly Rabbit and had an extremely high setting.  I turned it on high and tossed it onto her stomach, breaking her concentration again.  At first she looked at it with confusion, so I informed her what I wanted.

“Continue playing with yourself with your left hand, and use that with your right” I told her.  She couldn’t believe what she was hearing but picked up the vibrating rabbit and looked at it for a moment before lowering it to her pussy.  Her hands glistened in the lights, still slick with her juiced as she lowered the blue vibrator to her pussy.  The high vibration had a clear effect on her as she placed it against her clit and began to move it slowly.  It only took a few moments for the vibrator to have the desired effect and she began shaking as the orgasm over took her.  Naked, on the floor of the man's house who had kidnapped her, with her hands handcuffed together Liz brought herself to an orgasm without a single violent act by me.  When she came too realization flooded into her and she dropped the vibrator and curled up, disgust showing on her face.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, pick up the vibrator” I threatened, but the orgasm had pushed Liz over the edge, she began screaming and stood up, attempting to hit me with her hands.  It only took one solid slap to knock her back on her naked ass.  With her on the ground I grabbed the ball gag and straddled her before she had a chance to stand.  Her struggles didn’t even slow me down and her screaming actually helped as I forced the bright red ball into her mouth.  The buckles slid easily around the back of her head and only took a little tightening to be safely secured.  Grabbing her by her hair I pulled her to her feet and dragged Liz back towards the kitchen and the basement.  She didn’t have any idea where we were going to and tried to struggle but it didn’t matter.  In moments we had passed through the kitchen and dragging her down the steps proved to be easier than I thought.  Once we were back in the basement I slapped her several times until she curled into a ball.   I left her there for a moment as I went and grabbed the bag in the basement and came back with it.  I grabbed the collar from the inside the bag and tightly secured it around her neck.  A small pad lock insured it was going to come off any time soon.  Taking another pair of handcuffs I lifted her already tied hands and took the other pair of handcuffs, one end attached to the loop on the collar while the other attached to the chain on the handcuffs already on her hands.  This effectively forced her to keep her hands up near her face.  Her arms now securely tied I dragged her back towards her corner and forced her to stand.  The bike chain slipped right thought the same right as the handcuff and circled back up to the shower nozzle.  Again the bike chain was short, forcing Liz to stand in the corner with her hands near her face.  I slapped her twice and forced her face to look at mine, getting her attention. 

“I told you, do what you’re told or you’ll be hurt.  Well this is your punishment, I’m going to leave you down here till tomorrow morning, and when I come down I hope to find a very well behaved girl in your place.  And this is to give you something to think about, I went back to the bag and grabbed the 7 inch dildo and duck tape and walked back towards Liz.  It only took a moment to force her legs apart and shoveling the dildo in turned out to be easier than I thought thanks to her earlier orgasm.  I flipped the switch on the bottom of the dildo onto low, its lowest setting that would keep Liz occupied all night but allow her no finish.  To ensure it stayed I pulled off a strip of duct tape and covered from her belly button down between her legs, holding the dildo in, to between her ass checks on the other side.  I wrapped another piece around her waist, taping down the top edges of the vertical piece of tape effectively ensuring the dildo wouldn’t go anywhere.  With the dildo duct taped and buried deep beneath her legs and her hands attached to her collar, she wouldn’t be able to move the dildo the whole night.  Giving her one last slap I stood up and looked at her.  “Enjoy your night down here bitch” and walked back to the stairs and back up to the kitchen, turning off the basement lights and shutting the door behind me, closing her off from the world.