Chapter Three
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. He could hear both his captor and the
other man moving about the house as the hours passed. He heard the vaccum
cleaner turn on and off, heard the other man moving calmly about presumably
cleaning this, that and the other. He could just hear a television set in the
distance, but had no idea what program she watched.
As the first hours of the afternoon passed, he continued to struggle. Twisting
his upper body this way and that in an effort to escape. He even managed to
undo the knot at his fingers, but soon realized the folly of his efforts when it
had no effect. His rope-laden cock and balls were in tortured agony with each
twist of his body, but he did his very best to ignore it.
It wasn't easy though. With each slight movement, the rope wrapped around his
genitals pulled hard and for a while, he thought they would simply be ripped
clean off. But they weren't and he soon found himself relaxing as much as his
position would allow him.
Finally, as the shadows of the setting sun were lengthening within the small,
homey kitchen, she came back to him. Spinning a kitchen chair with easy grace,
she slid into it and sat staring at him for the longest time before she spoke.
"Gage Weston." Was the first thing she said and he jerked against the ropes that
held him to the chair.
Lifting his head up as far as he could, his own eyes wide with fear, he shook
his head slowly in disbelief. "MMMMMPPHHHHTTTT..." he grumbled against the ball
in his mouth.
She just smiled at him and crossed her long, leather clad legs, folded her hands
in her lap and continued. "Gage Weston. Arrested and convicted of murder two
weeks ago." She lifted a hand and casually examined a perfectly manicured nail
before going on. "Sentence was passed just two days ago. Life without the
possibility of parole." She stated as her hand rose to her chin and the nail
she'd been examining tapped her strong chin. "Escaped the night after your
sentencing."
He groaned against the ball in his mouth and renewed his efforts to be free of
the bondage she'd placed on him. She reached out then and laid a calming hand
on his shoulder. "Calm down Gage." She said softly and gods help him he did,
especially with her next statement. "If I was going to turn you in, don't you
think I already would have?" she asked in an eerily calm, logical sounding tone.
His head drooped against the rope around his neck and he sighed out threw his
nose, slowly nodding in response to her question.
She leaned forward then, gently raising his chin with a crooked finger. Staring
into his eyes she smiled slowly as she spoke. "I've spent the day doing some
research on your case. You really didn't kill that man did you?" she asked, her
eyes holding his with no effort at all.
He gulped softly, tears springing to his eyes as he slowly shook his head. He
wanted to confess his innocence, as he had all along, but the ball in his mouth
prevented him from saying anything. ~Please...~ his normally cold eyes begged
in a moment of weakness. ~Please believe me...~ his mind cried out as the tears
pooled along the bottom lids.
With a gentle caress of her thumb she wiped them away then reached to the front
of the chair and untied the knot holding him bent over. Coming around behind
him she gently helped him to rise into the upright position then bent and undid
the rope at his ankles. When he was free of the chair, she picked up the rope
still around his neck and gave it a gentle tug to indicate he was to follow her.
He did, realizing he didn't really have a choice just then and was clearly
surprised when she led him into the plush living room of her home a moment
later. He saw the other man then, kneeling before a large, overstuffed chair,
bound as he had been that morning. She snapped her fingers as they made their
way across the room. He rose to his feet with ease, despite his bonds and
shuffled off in the direction of the kitchen they'd just left.
As she slid into the chair and pulled him down before her, he could just hear
the rattling of pots and pans coming from the kitchen as the other man began to
prepare dinner. She leaned forward slightly and pushed his head forward after a
moment and began to undo the ball gag's harness. The large ball popped free and
he took a moment to work his aching jaw back into place as she spoke.
"Would you like some water?" she asked solicitously.
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak as he knelt there, settling back on his
calves. He had a ton of questions he wanted to ask, a long line of curses he
wanted to prevail upon her, but he had a deep seeded feeling that any speech,
however slight would only get that awful ball placed back in his mouth.
She smiled again and he sat there thinking that he liked her smile. It was an
honest one, seemingly unfettered by fake sincerity. She reached for a bottle of
water on the small table next to the chair and held it to his lips. When he'd
drunk his fill she set it aside again and settled herself back into the large
chair.
The silence between them stretched out and finally Gage broke it with a soft
question. "Why?"
She frowned slightly at him then smiled slowly. "Why what Gage?" she asked and
paused. "Why didn't I call the police and turn you in? Or why have I kept you
tied up all day long? Or better yet why am I not afraid of you...which would
you like answered first?"
He gulped again, dipping his head for a moment and lowering his eyes. "All of
them." He stated as calmly as he could manage, shaking slightly in anger.
She chuckled and again he found himself drawn to the sound. It rolled over him
in waves, like the warm water of an ocean. He heard more than saw her settle
further into the chair as she answered his questions. "I didn't call the police
because from the very start I didn't believe you actually capable of hurting
someone...anyone. I've kept you tied up all day long to give you the chance to
calm down somewhat from last night. And I'm not afraid of you for the same
reasons I stated above."
She leaned forward then and lifted his chin again to stare into his eyes as she
added her next words. "From the moment your hand descended over my mouth I knew
you weren't dangerous." She said softly caressing his cheek. "Just a little
lost and afraid." She said slowly, her head tilting to one side as she continued
to stare into his eyes.
She sat back and reached out to the small table next to the chair and picked up
a medium sized box. Setting it on her leather-clad legs, she opened it and
began to remove some items he couldn't quite make out in the growing darkness of
the evening. Pouring some of the water onto a small scrap of cloth she reached
out and began to dab at his forehead.
He hissed, pulling away slightly as the pain from her touch rang out in his
mind. "Easy now Gage, I'm not going to hurt you, but you've got a nasty gash
from the accident that needs to be looked after..." she said with a soft smile.
He relaxed again at that and realized she was right. With everything that had
happened in the last 24 hours he hadn't had time to notice it in all honesty,
but now he sat calmly as she cleaned the cut. When she was done and had it
bandaged, he smiled gratefully at her.
"Thank you..." he said simply, shifting a bit to try and get comfortable.
"Your welcome." She returned, putting away the first aid supplies. Sitting back
again, she crossed her legs and stared into his eyes as she spoke. "Now I
suppose it's time we talk about your situation, isn't it?" she asked with a
soft, slow chuckle.
He nodded again, still not trusting himself to speak. Finally, when she said
nothing at first, he again broke the silence between them. "Please. Please
untie me. I...I promise I won't try anything." He said, shifting against the
bounds as best he could. "This...this is really uncomfortable."
"Oh I'm sure it is." She replied, but made no move to do as he'd asked. She
leaned forward in the chair and turned his chin toward her and smiled into his
eyes. "I'd like to believe you wouldn't try anything Gage, honestly I would,
but I don't think that untying you would be in my best interest at the moment."
"DAMMIT WOMAN!" he cursed, launching himself as far forward as his limited
amount of movement would allow. "I SAID UNTIE ME!" he bellowed a second time as
he attempted to push her and the chair over.
For her part she sighed, placing a boot clad foot into his chest and giving him
a surprisingly hard shove. He flopped backwards and grunted as he landed on his
bound arms then rolled onto his side. Rising she appeared in his line of sight
a moment later, the deadly ball-gag harness in her hands as she squatted next to
his head.
"YOU FUCKING BIT..." he cursed but the words were cut short as the ball was
shoved behind his teeth again. "MMMMPPPHHHTTTT..." he tried a second time as
she buckled up the ensemble tightly. He tried to fight her off, kicking out his
legs and rolling around, but she seemed ready for it and soon had the infernal
thing done up. "MMMMPPPHHHHTTTT..." he cursed again as he flopped around on the
floor.
She calmly rolled him onto his flat, well-muscled stomach and before he knew
what to do, he heard the dreaded sound of a padlocked being clicked shut. He
pulled at his ankles then and found them held together with no freedom of
movement at all. He heard her move off slightly then return and felt his ankles
being pulled upwards toward his naked ass. Within mere seconds she had knotted
a rope around the padlock, threaded it threw his wrists and was pushing one end
threw a ring in the back of the head harness.
With a boot-clad foot in the small of his back she pulled at the rope, hard,
causing the ball in his mouth to sink even deeper as his wide chest and
shoulders were lifted off the plush carpet of her living room floor. He
grunted, continuing to struggle as his back was painfully bowed and his bound
hands sunk beneath his upturned ankles.
"MMMPPPHHHTTTT..." he grumbled, trying to twist his head this way and that
against the strong rope that pulled at the ball. Finally, after some moments of
useless struggle he relaxed, at least as much as he could, and sighed slowly
thankful that at least in this new position the rope on his cock and balls was
no longer being pulled tight.
He realized as the pressure eased that he had to piss. Bad. His eyes grew wide
then and he grunted behind the ball, trying to roll onto his side to ease the
weight on his bladder.
She knelt before him and smiled an evilly wicked smile that didn't quite reach
her eyes. "I'll just bet that you have to pee..." she said slowly. "Don't
you?"
"MMMMPPHHHTTTT..." he grunted, nodding his head as much as he could.
"Well, I guess I'll have to grant you this one boon, seeing as how I really
don't want my expensive carpet ruined..." she stated softly.
She disappeared for a moment then he felt the toe of her boot underneath his
side as she lifted him without effort. Once on his side, his head still pulled
back painfully, he felt her loosen the knot at the base of his balls. He almost
started right then and there, but her next words made him still.
"You won't let go until I tell you too." She stated in a commanding tone that
let him know any disobedience on his part would bring upon him nasty
consequences. He felt her take a hold on his limp cock and couldn't help the
beginnings of the erection that sprung to life. It had been too long since he'd
been touched by a woman, any woman, and despite the circumstances, his
traitorous body reacted.
He groaned when she chuckled softly, closing his eyes and moaning as she began
to lightly stroke him. He shuddered fighting off the urge to pee over the
wonderful sensations her light touch was creating.
When he was half erect, he felt her shove the tip of his head against a bottle
and speak in a soft command. "You may pee..."
He couldn't have helped himself just then, even if he wanted to defy her and not
let loose of his bodily functions. He groaned again, this sound closer to
relief than anything else as his bladder emptied into the bottle of it's own
accord. When he finally finished, she shook his cock, like any man would,
getting the very last drops. Again he groaned, finding himself enjoying her
touch.
She moved away slightly and he could hear her doing something with the bottle.
Then she was back, her finger's lightly beginning to stroke his cock with a
lover's touch. He growled this time, shifting his hips as much as he could,
though even he couldn't tell whether he was trying to get away or not. She
seemed undaunted by this and merely continued to stroke him, her perfectly
manicured nails roaming up and down the sides of him, gently caressing his
quickly growing erection.
He shuddered a second time then groaned loudly as he felt her warm, hot mouth
take him deeply into her throat. She chuckled, the sound rumbling threw him and
that was all it took for his cock to spring into a full-blown hard-on, despite
the circumstances. He whimpered behind the ball, struggling unconsciously to
push himself deeper into her hot mouth. When he realized he couldn't, he
growled in frustration and bit down hard on the ball between his teeth.
"You like that don't you?" she asked as she pulled away from him.
He whimpered softly as the cool air touched the raging erection and tried to
shift toward her on the floor.
"That's good to know..." she said with another soft chuckle.
"MMMMPPPHHHTTTT..." he cried out as she again tightened the noose of rope around
his now rock hard cock and balls. He struggled against the hog-tie into which
she'd placed him as she tightened down the rope just enough to ensure his
erection wouldn't diminish then calmly rolled him back onto his stomach.
He whimpered softly as he touched the carpet and was quickly trying to hump
against the floor to gain relief and finish what she'd started. She laughed
this time, from high above him as he struggled to bend his hips and rub himself
against the soft floor. He soon found out why she'd laughed when he realized
after several moments of struggling that no matter how he shifted, with the
noose of rope wrapped tightly around his raging cock and balls there was no way
he would be able to get himself over the edge.
The tight hog-tie ensured he couldn't lift himself off the floor enough to gain
any leverage. All his body weight rested on his hips now and no matter how much
he tried to shift and squirm there was no way to ease up enough to create the
friction he needed. Even rolling back onto his upper thighs didn't provide
enough friction and only caused him pain as all of his weight was shifted onto
the erection itself. He tried rolling onto his chest then, but even his brute
strength wasn't enough against the tight ropes that bowed him.
With a growling, mewling whimper he finally stilled himself, his hips
unconsciously taking over where his mind left off. They continued to shift,
squeezing and rocking as much as he was allowed against the carpet in the futile
hope of gaining relief. Tears of frustration sprang to his eyes as his body
began to sweat, his need to orgasm slowly overcoming his conscious will, as he
lay there helplessly bound and gagged.
She squatted into his line of sight then and smiled, reaching out to softly
caress his cheek around the straps of the harness on his face. "If you're a
good boy, I might just finish this before the night is out..." she said softly
then moved off.
Some part of him resisted her statement, promising himself that no matter what
she did he wouldn't succumb to her. But the other part of him, the part between
his thighs, cried out deafeningly with his need for relief. He whimpered softly
in response, his eyes blazing angrily up at where she had been just the moment
before.
The next hours passed slowly for Gage. Lying as he was he couldn't see more
than what was in front of him which was barely a few inches off the floor.
After her statement she'd moved off and he heard her settle into the chair
behind him. A television he couldn't see switched on, was run threw several
stations before ending up on the news.
As the broadcast began, he at least had an idea of the time at long last.
"Our top story tonight is the seeming disappearance of convicted murderer Gage
Weston..." the voice of a female reporter was saying as the broadcast began.
He grunted and groaned, struggling to cry out helplessly. ~I'm not missing...~
his mind screamed. ~I've been kidnapped by a beautiful slightly demented and
sick, woman...Please...HELP ME!~ it added before he knew what his own thoughts
were about. ~Come get me...~ he begged helplessly. ~Take me back...anything is
better than this torture...~
A mewling whimper escaped from behind the ball as the reporter continued to go
over his escape, the late night chase threw the streets of Chicago, and his
subsequent disappearance.
"The Police are asking your help tonight..." the reporter was finishing up. "If
you've seen this man..." there was a pause and he figured his picture was
flashed on the screen. "Do not approach him...he is to be considered armed and
dangerous...call this number..." Again there was a pause, then finally, "and
give the local police station your location..."
"In other news..." the voice of a male reporter picked up without missing a beat
and the broadcast moved on.
He heard her soft chuckle and another mewling whimper escaped him as she spoke.
"What do you think, Gage? Should I pick up the phone and call?" she asked in a
taunting voice.
"MMMPPPHHTTTT..." he tried to beg. ~YES! God's yes...PLEASE call lady...~ his
mind screamed out. ~At least then I'd be able to move...to be free...to touch
myself...~ his mind added. He gave a shuddering jerk as her naked foot reached
out to touch his upturned shin.
In his struggles he hadn't heard her move the chair to his side, but realized
she had done just that as her warm, strong toes began to slowly knead a path up
along his straining thigh muscles. He whimpered as her foot moved from his skin
then began to slowly dig beneath his hips. The touch of her toes on his raging
hard-on was 'almost' enough to send him over the brink, but not quite. He
whimpered softly a second time as he tried to lift his hips and give her more
access. Her other foot stopped him though as she placed it firmly in the middle
of his back, beneath his hands and kept him pressed tightly to the floor.
~OH GODS...~ he moaned. ~Please...please...~ he wanted to beg as the tips of
her toes slowly began to caress the length of his cock. ~Please...please...~ he
whimpered again. ~GODS WOMAN...stop this torture...~ his thoughts added as he
tried to rock against her touch and send himself over the edge.
She did just that a scant second later, as if sensing his thoughts. He moaned
out, the sound echoing off into the silence and tried to roll onto his side.
She chuckled again, a dark rumble of sound and he heard the other man shuffling
into the room with a clink of the chain. He couldn't actually see what was
happening but surmised what might be in the next moments.
The other man, laden with a tray knelt beside the chair, moving with practiced
ease as he lowered himself at her feet. Gage could hear several locks being
undone, then a soft pop as the man's own head harness was removed.
There was a slight pause then a soft, "Thank you Mistress," in a deeply rumbling
voice.
"Your welcome Deacon." Was her soft reply, then, "What have you prepared for me
tonight?"
"Your favorite Mistress." Came Deacon's soft, deep voice. "Fillet Mignon,
sauteed in your special mushroom sauce, a vegetable melee, with creamy mashed
potatoes on the side."
"And a glass of my favorite white wine to wash it all down..." she said and Gage
could hear the smile in her voice. He didn't see her reach out and caress
Deacon's strong cheek nor his responsive and telling lean into her touch as if
he craved that and nothing more in thanks for his efforts.
Gage's stomach rumbled up loudly from his position on the floor as the heavenly
smell of the dinner reached his senses. Torn between his need for a release and
his body's craving for sustenance, he could only lie there and whimper softly.
The next twenty minutes or so were pure, unbelievable torture as he heard her
begin to eat. She obviously fed Deacon as well for he muttered a soft "Thank
you Mistress," every few moments.
When she was finished, taking her obvious time, she spoke commandingly. "Have
you prepared a plate for our guest?" she asked as he heard her plate being set
aside.
"I have Mistress." Deacon stated softly, his voice sounding as if his head was
bowed.
"You may feed him then."
