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Jenny pulled into the drive, turned off the engine, grabbed
her brief-case, opened the car door and swung her bare legs
and 3" heeled black pumps onto the drive.
"thank god for that! Bank-holiday weekend, four days off for some peace and quiet!"
Jenny scrunched through the gravel to the back door and
pushed it open " hi Kate! im home".
Kate, her house-mate/landlady, normally had something
gorgeous ready for her to eat as Kate was usually the first
to get home.
despite her car sitting on the drive, Kate clearly wasnt
home. the cottage sat well over a mile from the village or
the nearest neighbour, so Kate must have gone for a walk.
"Kate walk? nah!"
as she moved through into the living room, Jenny saw a note
on the coffee table.
JEN, DARLING! SO SORRY, MIKE TURNED UP AND HAD BOOKED A ROOM
IN A ROMANTIC LITTLE PUB IN WALES AS A SUPRISE! SEE YOU TUESDAY,
HUN!
PS AS YOUR BOB IS AWAY TOO IVE LEFT SOME READING FOR YOU XXXXXX!
PPS JUST HEARD ON THE RADIO THAT SOME NUT-CASE HAS ESCAPED
FROM THE SECURE WING OF THE PRISON AND MIGHT STILL BE IN THE
AREA! KEEP THE DOORS LOCKED. LOL!
"bugger!" Jenny wasnt overjoyed about being
alone fo the long weekend. as for the escapee- nothing ever
happened round there let alone something so dramatic.
under the note was a pile of Kates favourite bondage magazines
and a couple of SM novels.
Jenny had never understood Kates fascination with being
tied up and tormented even though she and mike had tried
on many occasions to persuade her to try it out. the last
time all four of them had been together (her boyfriend bob
rarely made it to remote lincolnshire)even bob had joined
forces with the others to persuade her to give it a go, but
Jenny was having none of it. she had gone as far as admitting
to herself that it was a thought provoking subject, but
reality....NO!
Jenny wanted a shower but, with a huge effort of will, persuaded
herself to do her yoga exercises first. to save time and
a trudge up the stairs, Jenny kicked off her pumps, unbuttoned
her grey suit skirt, shrugged off the jacket and quickly
undid her blouse.
in just her crisp white thong (despite the wholesome size
of Jennys well rounded breasts they needed no bra to ride
high and proud) she started the stretching exercises.
after several bends, Jenny lay on the floor for more, finally
rolling on her front, hands behind her back as she arched
her head and shoulders off the ground. in that position,
she never heard the footstep behind her....

contd in pt2

as Jenny lay, naked but for her thong, performing her stretching

exercises, face down, hands on bum, chin in the air, she
didnt hear the footstep....
the wind blasted out of her lungs as a huge weight fell on
her back, her hands were swiftly pushed between her shoulder
blades and as she started to scream a powerful hand clamped
over her mouth.
" shut up, cow! no-one can hear you out here! i just
want the money. tell me were it is and you wont get hurt!"
the hand released her mouth,
"what money? i havent got any, just my purse."
Jennys voiced croaked with fright.
the man yanked a tie-wrap around her wrists and then her
ankles. heaving his weight off her supine body he sneered
"now how did i know youd say that? i know the moneys
here and ill find it! if you wont help me, itll be worse for
you."
Jenny was truely terrified and shocked. she struggled
to follow his actions as he rummaged through drawers and
cupboards,
"theres been a mistake weve got no money!"
the man was a frightening sight, average size and build,
but a shaven head crowned a halloween-style ghoul mask.
the heavy geordie accent was completely foreign to Jenny,
"mate i was inside with told me the bitch that lives
here has thousands stashed away!"
"ive only been here 3 months and my friend only for
a year, theres a mistake. please dont hurt me. i dont know
anything about your money"
"wahey! whats this? into bondage are you? well if
you dont help me youll find out more about it soon enough!"
"those arent mine!" Jenny shuddered as she
watched the man flick through kates sick mags.
"youll look great like that one!"
he moved through into the kitchen and Jenny searched round
desperately. the home phone was too high to reach, but her
mobile was in her bag on the floor! she started to squirm
towards her bag and finally, painfully reached it with
her head. using her nose and teeth she tried to reach the phone,
feeling the tie-wraps biting painfully with every move.
finally Jenny grabbed the end of the mobile in her lips and
pulled it free of the bag.
"calling for a take-away?"
he snatched the phone and threw it onto the sofa. "good
job i found this." in his hand he held the clothes line
from outside the kitchen " i take it you want to do this
the hard way......



contd in pt3

contd in pt3

With her hands and feet tightly tie-wrapped and lying on her belly on the floor, stark naked but for her thong, there was no resistance that Jenny could offer as the masked intruder tied her elbows tightly together, forcing her shoulderblades back, then bent her feet backwards towards her arse and lashed them to the elbow rope.

“Now just bloody lie there and be quiet while I find the money.”

Jenny lay motionless listening to the heavy tread of the man going up the stairs then to the sounds of cupboard-doors being banged.

Suddenly Jenny snapped alert, realising she could be in serious danger and needed to do something about it. she ran her fingers all over the rope and tie-wraps that held her ankles; there were no knots she could reach and the plastic ties were totally unyielding.

In a panic Jenny struggled wildly against her bonds, feeling the aching pull in her shoulders as she tugged frantically to free herself. After a few exhausting minutes, she fell over onto her side and with a sob gave up the pointless effort.

Hearing the mans steps above, a feeling of total helplessness washed over Jenny and with it a strange calm: there was nothing she could do but wait. Looking around with difficulty she spotted one of Kates bdsm mags where it had been left open by the intruder. What had the man said? Something about finding out about it if he didn’t find the money? The picture she could see was of a girl hanging from a frame of some sort. Oh God no!

Jenny closed her eyes but the picture of herself hanging naked would not go away. To her horror, she felt her bare nipples pucker as she thought of the image and as she squirmed against the cruel bonds she felt a dampness at her crotch.

“Well it’s well hidden, ill give you that. I did find these though so im sure youll soon be telling me where the money is.”

Jenny turned her head and saw that the masked man was carrying what Kate called her play-chest, the box she kept all the ropes and leather things that she liked to use for her wilder sex sessions.

“Well, if you’re not going to tell me where the cash is, at least ill have some fun while im looking. I’ve been inside 6 years, its been a long wait and you’ve got a great body on you.”

“There is no money, its all a mistake….”

“ok, we’ll do it your way.”

Jenny gasped as he released her feet from their cramped tie and mewed as the blood flooded back to her lower legs. Then groaned as he sat on her back squashing her into the floor.

“Now this will be perfect.”

He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back and started to pull something down over her eyes.

Jenny panicked and screamed as the intruder forced a hood down over her head; soft tight black leather cloaked her eyes, hugged her face and rolled below her chin. Her mouth was free and her breath hissed through two small holes by her nostrils as he pushed her head to the floor and started lacing the ties behind her head.

Tighter and yet tighter the brute worked the laces till the black glove-leather became her face and head. Total unmitigated blackness became Jenny’s world as he knotted off the laces and finally buckled fast the fitted collar round her neck, snapping a padlock into the buckle.

The man’s weighted shifted from her back.

“Now I can get rid of this bloody mask. Don’t want to be wearing that all week-end.  Right you, on your feet.”

Jenny was yanked by the elbow-ropes to her numb and bound barefeet and was half pushed, half carried a few paces then left trying to stay upright as she heard the man moving about. The hood muffled sounds and Jenny struggled to even decide where he was, so was shocked when she felt him cut the tie-wraps from her hands, but with her elbows tied could only flex her wrists as he buckled and locked leather cuffs to both wrists.

Suddenly Jenny felt her ankles cut free. She shuffled her feet and almost tried to run blind just to escape, when her arms were jerked up behind her and kept being pulled remorselessly towards the ceiling as she was bent at the waist her head forced closer to the floor. It was all Jenny could do to keep her footing as each pull on her arms shifted the balance of her suspended body.

Finally the hoisting stopped. The pull on Jenny’s shoulders was painful but her weight was still mainly on her feet. She tried to keep her head up to pin-point sounds and suddenly he had grabbed her hair. Panicking while he was hooding her, she’d failed to notice him pulling the length of her blonde locks through a hole in the leather.

For minutes it seemed as though he was plaiting her hair then she squawked as her head was dragged backward and upward by the roots and tied off so her sightless eyes were staring straight ahead.

“Still not saying where the money is?”

“Fuck you, you bastard….fuck you!!”

“Tsk, tsk, young lady, ill sort your language in a minute.”

Futilely Jenny back-kicked with her left leg only to have it caught in a powerful hand and trapped against the man’s body as leather was buckled around her slender ankle.

The monster dropped her foot and pushing her legs wide strapped her other ankle into a cuff at the other end of a wide bar. When he was done, Jenny’s legs were spread so wide that only her toes and the ball of each foot was in contact with the floor.

The intruders hand grabbed the front of her leather face, blocking the nose holes…”now open wide.” As she tried to protest a huge hard ring was jammed behind her teeth, stretching her jaw wide-open, her mouth yanked back at the corners as he tightened the gag strap behind her head.

“That’ll stop your foul mouth,” he laughed at his joke “now you stay there while I go and have another look.”

Jenny heard his muffled tread on the stairs and tried to visualise her predicament.

Her hair and wrists were tied up towards the ceiling, presumably to the wooden beam that ran across the living room. She was bent at the waist, her upper body parallel to the floor, balancing on her toes with her legs spread so wide that her sinews ached. She was in a world of total blackness and  could not utter an intelligible word. she was stark naked but for a tiny white thong, completely at the mercy of an escaped maniac.

Bank holiday pt4

As Jenny fretted at her terrifying helplessness, painfully bound in total darkness and at the mercy of an escaped desperado, the pain from her neck, shoulders and legs was unrelenting.

The physical pain was impossible to ignore but, to Jenny, her mental anguish was sharper; no-one had ever done such a thing to her. She didn’t consider herself a prude, she’d had sex and it was ok but she couldn’t see why people seemed to be so obsessed by it or why they would, like her friend Kate, take it to perverted extremes.

Jenny shuddered in her unforgiving bonds as she thought of her position: naked but for a thong and bent double with her arse-cheeks exposed above her gaping legs.

The thought that the intruder could, and by his say-so would, touch her anywhere he wished was unsettling her enormously. She struggled to shut out thoughts of his vile hands on her bare flesh, but instead found her body responding to the grotesque idea.

Jenny could feel the dampness at her crotch and wanted desperately to rub her thighs together to soothe the growing tingle from her clit, she moaned in frustration as the solid bar between her ankles allowed no relief.

“This is going to be a long week-end. I cant find where its hidden, so you’re going to have to tell me, sooner or later….that’s up to you.”

The intruder had come back downstairs and Jenny could make out from his muffled voice that he was circling around her.

“Ok. So we’ll do it my way.”

Jenny felt something cold and hard press onto the flesh at the top of her buttock.

“We’ll get rid of these for a start.” A sharp tug and Jenny felt her thong being sliced from behind. With a sudden jerk it was wrenched between her legs and she was left completely bare.

“God, you whore! They’re dripping. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Jenny shook her head as much as the hair-rope would allow and tried to protest through the ring-gag, which resulted in some squawks and much dribble running down her chin.

Jenny howled in shock and pain as the many strands of a leather flogger smacked loudly across her bum. Again and again he thrashed the taught pale skin of her beautifully rounded buttocks as she squirmed and howled in protest.

As suddenly as it had started the onslaught stopped. No sooner had the fact registered in Jenny’s confused mind, than something smooth, hard and cool was pushing into her pussy. She tried to move but any tiny movement of her shackled feet brought excruciating pain to her tortured shoulders.

Lubricated by her own copious fluids, the invader started a rhythmic pumping in and out of her as the flogging started again. The dual assault was driving Jenny to a sexual peak despite her frantic efforts to deny herself. Her squawks had turned to moans, her breath was fast and ragged, but as she felt she was losing all control……it stopped.

No sooner had the dripping plastic slid from her begging slit, than it was pushing hard against the puckered rim of her virgin arse. Jenny wailed as the invader pushed in, getting thicker and thicker, stretching her till she felt she must tear. With a final push, her ring closed around the narrow neck of the plug, leaving her filled with a painful, joyful feeling that made tears run down the inside of her hood.

Mind and body reeling in confusion, Jenny felt the explosion of each stripe of the riding-crop across her reddened cheeks, but each just pushed her nearer and nearer to the edge as years of frustration and dissatisfaction welled inside her.

A sudden blow slapped vertically along her pussy and exploded over her clit. The shockwave produced a gurgling scream, her body heaved and shook violently in its stringent bondage and Jenny knew no more.

………cont’d in pt5

Bank holiday …  final part

The fog cleared slowly from Jenny’s brain as the memory of her orgasm and predicament returned. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and quickly remembered the hair-tie, but her hair did not pull. She blinked several times, but all was still blackness; she could feel, however that the hood was gone.

The muscle-wrenching agony of her previous position was thankfully missing and Jenny realised she was sitting. Apart from her head, she could not move, but she was sitting.

Jenny tried to assess her position from top to bottom. The pressure around her head suggested a blindfold had replaced the hood. Breath came easily through her nose but her mouth was crammed by rubber. She could taste rubber on her tongue but could as well be paralyzed; her jaw was jammed wide open, her tongue trapped to the floor of her mouth and no air would enter no matter how she tried.

Jenny’s arms were tied behind her, crossed so that each hand cupped the opposite elbow. Something hard and immobile was between her back and arms, presumably the back of the chair she was sitting on.

As her still confused thoughts moved to her breasts, Jenny realised they were bound….very tightly indeed. Rigid bands ran above and below her bare tits and, as far as she could tell, around the chair-back and her arms too. More bonds encircled each large breast, trapping her blood inside them. Even in her blindness, Jenny could feel the swollen globes jutting straight out from her body, the pumping blood filling her nipples till they ached and tingled, distracting her attempts at rationality.

Yet more bonds encircled her waist, trapping her spine against the hard chair-back. Jenny could feel a tight rope or ropes cutting into her arse-crack and pelvis. The plug was still inside her, pushed deeper inside by the rope, which also held a dildo inside her pussy. Jenny had thought the plug huge, but the dildo seemed to fill her to bursting. She tried to squirm on the seat to relieve the pressure, but the tiny movement she could make seemed to stir her guts and made her giddy.

Jenny could feel her ankles tied up and back, spreading her thighs wide apart and as immobile as the rest of her. She sat trying to collect her thoughts; she was being attacked and brutalised by a sadistic escaped lunatic and had just had the orgasm of her life. The sound of movement in the room made her senses alert and her heart race. Fear? Fear which made her squirm again on the seat, fear which pulsed through her clit and bursting nipples.

“So, you little whore, are you going to tell me where that money is or do you want some more persuasion?”

Jenny couldn’t even grunt past the inflated gag. She shook her head in confusion.

“I’ll take that as you’re not telling.”

A stinging slap splattered across both engorged tits, then each nipple was grabbed between his thumb and finger, pulled, twisted and pinched.

Jenny’s head jerked back and lolled from side to side as she rode the sensations coursing wildly through her body. Sharp pain as he tightened clamps to each tortured nipple, then more as he hung weights from both clamps. The stinging fire of the flogger slashing across the tormented buds sent Jenny’s brain to another world where the pain was deep pleasure, where she knew herself at last.

“Wahey! This is really getting you going. I’ll be back in a bit and then I’ll want the answer.”

Suddenly the dildo started a low vibration and the butt-plug also throbbed, but at a higher rate. The tremours spread through her to the flaming nipples bursting from her swollen breasts.

She heard the front door open and close, then was lost to the feelings that were so much more than anything she had known.

Even the stabbing pain in her nipples and throbbing deep inside her did not entirely mask the aches and pains from the bondage and the position it held her in. Jenny pulled and twisted in her bonds to increase the pressure and feeling of freedom from the helplessness of her situation; he could do what he pleased to her naked body, it was not her responsibility, there was nothing she could do to resist.

Through the mist of her arousal, Jenny felt the man’s presence near her. The maddening vibrations stopped, then her mouth moved as the huge gag deflated then was pulled roughly from her, leaving her gasping and panting.

“So what do you say now?”

Jenny swallowed drool and coughed from the effects of the constant gagging, “There is no money, honestly. I don’t know anything about any money.”

“But you’re loving this aren’t you?”

“No, no! Let me go, please.”

He lifted a nipple weight in each hand and started pulling them round in circles; “you don’t want me to let you go. What do you want, slut?”

“Please!”

“Please what? What do you want you whore?”

Jenny felt tears behind her blindfold and shook her head. She mumbled quietly.

“What did you say? What do you want?”

“More” in a very small voice.

“What was that?”

“More. I want more. Fuck me…please fuck me….”

Suddenly hands were all over her, “Hip, hip, hooray….well done Jenny, welcome to the world.”

Blinding light as the blindfold disappeared. Jenny blinked and gawped, Kate!

Kate and Bob and behind them Mike, Kate’s boyfriend, looking sheepish with a newly shaven head….”Did you like my geordie accent?”

Bob was holding a riding-crop and grinning from ear to ear he gave Jenny a deep, long kiss, “Kate and Bob are going to help me finish you off, my dear….”