Chapter Five
The Cat Is Trapped
I walked 2 steps back and was shocked frozen into my steps. I could not
move as I suddenly felt a buzzing or vibrating feeling coming from deep within
my loins. "What the heck?", I muttered. It was almost painful as the buzzing
and whirring increased. It was coming from inside those dildos inserted into
me. My pussy and ass both started convulsing to the point where I was on my
tippy-toes and kept prancing back from one foot to the other. I couldn't stop
cumming. Then, suddenly the whirring stopped. The room began to spin wildly.
I couldn't shake this feeling of overwhelming lust...pure and primordial.
I spun around at a noise in the back of the room. I looked down at the
floor and saw that one of the dildos was rolling across the floor. I watched it
move from left to right. As I was distracted, the whirring feeling came back
even more intensely. I felt like I was being electrocuted from the inside
outwards. I couldn't stand much more. I felt a puddle gather within me. I had
to pee, poop and cum all at the same time, as well as my whole body shaking and
convulsing as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure shot over me. I could not
control it. The room spinning, my mouth expanding, my body contorting, my voice
shrieking...then two massive strong hands grabbing my slender arms in a vicelike
grip which hurt everywhere. My legs come out from under me, and I realize I
have no idea where this force is coming from. All I know now is that I am face
down on the padded floor.
"Ssssssh, no one can hear your cries or pleas. Your begging will fall
upon deaf ears. Your fate lies in my hands now, so I trust you will do the
right thing and not force me to hurt you further", the bodiless voice commanded
from the space behind my head. The phalluses once again electrically charged up
into my abdomen from two different directions, and my body went limp. I did not
recognize the voice as Mr. Dean's, although everything was disorienting and the
hood was covering my ears. The one hand pulls my hair tight through the hood
and actually hurts my scalp as my head is wrenched backwards off the ground.
Near my ears I hear, "You are a lifeless being. I command you. I demand you.
I will recreate you as I wish, and there is nothing you can do. You are my cat
now", the voice grinned in my ear. I did not know whether to faint from fear,
or actually succumb to this spine tingling shockwaves going through my body.
"If it isn't Mr. Dean, then who could it be?", I wondered.
I suddenly felt my head throb to the floor, and then both arms are
severely forced behind my back. My arms have subtly, yet forcefully, been
forced and laced into that single-glove I had discovered earlier. The buzzing
in the dildos became louder resonating from my groin all the way into my brain.
I almost swear now I could hear a voice coming from the buzzing sounds. My
mind, usually very keen and sharp, was so disoriented and confused as it is
being stimulated in so many varying degrees and in so many different directions
at once.
Before I could even think to begin to squirm, I found my body relenting
to the strong and ever demanding handling of my body. My legs were suddenly
closed together, and I felt a heavy metal ring or restraint being placed around
both ankles. Suddenly, from nowhere, my ankles were brought forward towards my
spine, and I could feel someone tying some sort of strap between the ankle
restraints and then through the single-glove. Then, a broader leather strap
(like those found on a barber's chair to sharpen the razors) was cinched around
my thighs and my calves keeping my legs bound tightly like a mummy. I felt the
same strong hands running some type of lace through my hair, braided with my
hair and then the other end pulled tightly through the base of the glove. With
one swift yank of that lace, my head was jerked backwards roughly towards my
back. Before I knew it, I was bound tightly in leather, latex and rubber in a
very strict hogtied position, with my very sore mouth expanded to gross degrees
and firmly gagged all multiplied by the multiple cocks convulsing my body from
my lower openings.
Wave after wave of emotional, physical and sexual orgasms rocked my
body, as I sensed the hands (and body) had disappeared. Laying there in such a
violently vulnerable position never made me more afraid, nor more free and alive
in my life. I felt myself slowly succumb to whatever fate was to be placed upon
me by my captor. My mind is now a blank, and my body continued to rock back and
forth to the buzzing and whirring sounds deep inside my pussy and ass. I lost
count after 25 orgasms and came close to the point of passing out when the
buzzing stopped and all the motion ceased. My body is now still from the
orgasm-induced torture. My eyes are totally blurred from all the delirious
happenings. I've even forgotten where I was, much less my own name. I feel
someone move my body over on my right side. My eyes begin to make out a shadowy
figure coming from out of the far corner of the room.
The dark and menacing figure stands slowly in the middle of the room.
All I can make out are his leather hip boots, and the bullwhip dangling from his
half-hidden hands. In a dizzying voice, I hear, "Congratulations. You are now
my captured little cat. You see, I have been watching you for the past month.
I knew about your little cat burglar routine already. I'll bet you're wondering
where you are right now, right? Well, I never knew that I would get such a
curious volunteer to be my permanent sex slave so quickly. You are probably
thinking who this could be. Well, Mr. Dean will be furious when he finds out
you broke into his house like this. And, where you going to steal him blind?
No, I did not think so. You see, I've been watching your movements for the past
month, and actually broke into your home. How do you think your catsuit fits so
snugly, and the variation of sizes of the dildos fit you so perfectly. I now
have a feeling that you wish you had not broken into Mr. Dean's little secret
hideaway. But then, "curiosity trapped the cat", so to speak." Oh well, too
late for you and perfect timing for me. I just guess you will have to be privy
to my finishing this dungeon a little sooner than I thought".
I could not tell if I was dreaming or if I was awake. Well, the sudden
sting of the bullwhip against my upraised breasts brought me into reality very
rapidly. I actually felt tears coming out of my eyes involuntarily. I tried to
struggle, but all I could manage was a few tremors and realized that fate had
dealt his hand, and that I was like the cat trapped in the spider's web.
"What's that sound I hear? Are you trying to scream? Are you angry at
me for capturing you or at yourself for being captured? You are now my bound
beauty, and you will not realize my true identity just yet. Oh no, I have
several surprises for you. This room, I assure you, is completely soundproof.
I have a very good feeling that no one will come looking for you anytime soon.
Another thing, I think Mr. Dean will be glad to know you've gotten what you
deserve for trusting you and then you breaking into his house while he was gone.
What a pity....as I WAS BEGINNING TO REALLY LIKE YOU!"
"Oh my God!", I exclaimed in my head, "It's Mr. Dean himself. But how?
Why? When did he? So many questions running through my mind at one time".
"I planned this whole night right down to being paged unexpectedly by my
assistant, Mr. Chandler. You will meet him shortly, I'm sure. I sensed your
interest in my house awhile back. So, I decided to give you the tour. Even
show that there was no burglar alarms. I was hoping to trap you at your own
game, and acquire my new slave at the same time. I must say, it was quite
stimulating for me to watching you get undressed, put on your catsuit and go to
such lengths to break into my house like you did. Good thing, you didn't
discover that the front door was purposely left open, just in case, for you. So
many questions you have. Well, I will try to put your mind at rest. I came
back early knowing you'd jump at this chance. I've been watching you the whole
time, first, through closed-circuit television and then through hidden peepholes
in my new dungeon here. I love the idea of using fear and frustration as the
ultimate sex toy. And with you, it worked perfectly, I must say. It was a
great joy watching you discover my hideaway and all the goodies it contains.
Many goodies you have not discovered yet, but you will soon experience them, I
assure you."
I gulped hard as I did not know how to respond. Granted, my body could
not stop trying to writhe on the ground. But, with every tiny movement brought
another wracking orgasm through my body. So I just laid still without fighting
it.
"Watching you acquire your new "skin" and finding all the closures was
pure poetry in movement. You were like a study in erotic dance. I had the suit
made specially for you, as well as all the other articles of clothing. It's a
good thing I kept the remote control device with me, or I would not be able to
use it so wonderfully."
Suddenly, my body leaped off the ground with the serious electric charge
that transformed my body into a puddle of cum on the floor. I couldn't take
much more of this torture. I was afraid I'd faint or something, and then leave
him to all his whiles.
"You do have a very delicious body that I will soon have complete
control over from now on. Since I already discovered your fetish for leather
and latex in your own bedroom, and proof positive by how engorged your own pussy
and ass were when you stripped off the suit before binding yourself up in my
special suit, I have now decided I will keep you dressed like this most of the
time. I will have custom-made dresses, pants, corsets, etc. ready for you to
wear no matter where we are. You will also be tightly bound somehow at all
times. What do you have to say about that, slave?", he directed.
All I could do was twist my head slightly and submissively nod my yes in
an affirmative motion. I was either too weak, too afraid or too turned on to
move any other way.
"You are speechless, even if you didn't have my ball gag in your mouth
stretched so tightly. Without any response, I will take it that you agree to my
terms. It is not like you have a choice, though. You did trespass and attempt
to rob me. I have full legal right to do as I choose. Don't ever bother or
worry about being rescued."
Actually, I don't think I want to be rescued although he is taking me to
places in my head that scare me to death. I hear his words, but its like I'm in
a latex tomb. I feel trapped, bound, gagged but most of all, very very free.
This is my fate and my destiny, and I must simply accept it. My body cannot
stop trembling. I feel his hands fumbling around on my catsuit and feel him
pull out something metal from a hidden space in my right shoulder area. I hear
the sound of metal keys clanging together.
"And to think you had the key to your freedom with you the whole time.
What a pity. You are secured to your new fate. The deep and building fear that
courses through your veins right now will eventually be overtaken by a willing
happiness after you realize the rest of your life will be dedicated to me as a
life in servitude, sexual slavery and bondage to be used as a fuck doll, object
of trying out new torture devices or simply as something/someone to have
around."
I cannot hear, but I sense him walking away from me now. I can almost
feel my body go into a comatose state as I hear, "Goodnight, my slave. I am off
to my comfortable bed to dream up more things to do with you in the morning.
However, I will ensure your continued lust will last forever. Throughout the
night, I will insure your multiple orgasms while you drift off to a pleasant
sleep."
With saying that, Mr. Dean reached into a small crevice in the padding
on the floor and pulled up on a small, hidden chain. He then attached Cat's
D-ring (on her collar) to it. This kept her in place. He pulled out the small
remote, turned the vibrators on max and dropped the remote right by Cat's face.
He turned off the light and closed the door snugly leaving Cat in total
darkness.
"God, he isn't going to leave those thing on all night", I sobbed to
myself. I cannot stop writhing. I am coming so much I cannot breathe. I must
fight this, but I cannot. It is my fate and destiny. Once more, multiple waves
of orgasmic pleasure wash over her into a blissful sleep. Her body, mind and
soul firmly bound in a trap of her own greed and passion.
