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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.

       I awoke the next morning slowly, the sound of a honking car pulling me from the oblivion of sleep.  I looked around my room and smiled as I gathered my thoughts.  Knowing Liz was still tied tight in the basement squirming brightened my day.  I stepped slowly from my bed and walked around the house, enjoying the silence.  Normally I was greeted every morning by my roommates Dave Mathews Band but today it was quiet.  I took my time as I walked in to the kitchen and rooted around for a bowl.  It only took me a moment and the cereal was found soon after.  I was in no hurry to disturb Liz, hoping she could hear me moving around upstairs ignoring her.  I went back to the living room and turned on the TV, wondering if the news would have any word of Liz’s disappearance.  The local news passed by uneventfully, building my confidence that I had pulled off the kidnapping without a hitch.  Her car might be found eventually but there was no connection to me and her fight at the bar would attract the most attention.  Happy with the morning so far I decided it was time to pay Liz a visit and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing my bag and heading down stairs. 

       I walked down the stairs slowly, savoring the sight of Liz.  She was still up right in the corner, disheveled hair covering her face and the gag still filling her mouth.  Her arms were still bound close to her face, covering her chest slightly.  The duct tape was still wrapped tightly around her waist but it was the smell that hit me the most.  A mixture of a smell of urine and arousal.  The vibrating dildo had obviously done its work and kept her attention all night but the urine I hadn’t expected.  I walked up to her, seeing the fear and desperation in her eyes.  Her situation was becoming more desperate now, she hadn’t eaten since I’d taken her and had only given her a bottle of water.  The lack of sleep from these last two nights was catching up to her.  I knew I could slow down but I wanted to continue, break her completely.  I said nothing as I approached, instead walking towards a small nozzle next to her.  The shower might have been extremely old but the water still worked, or at least I knew the cold did from a drunken night’s escapade earlier in the year.  A small turn of my wrist had the water exploding from the spout, covering the unsuspecting Liz.  A scream tore from behind the gag as she tried to hide from the water.  No matter how she screamed or writhed she was unable to escape the freezing water.  Her long hair was quickly matted to her head and her nipples jutted from her chest, a victim of the ice water.  I let the water go for several minutes, waiting for the duct tape around her waist to loosen.  I planned on tearing it off after the shower but wanted it to loosen just a bit.  Soon she stopped fighting, letting the water flow over her body, the fight drained out of her.  I let the water go for only a moment or two longer before stopping it.  Once the nozzle emptied I stepped close to her shivering form, reaching out and grabbing hold of the duct tape.  I think she realized what was going to happen just a moment before I ripped the tape away from her skin.  The first piece came off fairly easy thanks to the water and the second piece soon followed.  I could see the marks left by the tapes speedy removal but ignored them as I reached between her legs and grabbed the dildo.  She struggled as my hand grasped between her legs but she couldn’t stop me.  The dildo soon emerged from her body, coated in her slick juices.  I turned it off as it had continued humming throughout the entire night. 

       “Now that you’ve taken a little shower, feel better?” I asked, reaching around her wet tangled hair to un clip the ball gag in her mouth.  All she could do was moan at first as she regained control of her mouth.  The red skin on her cheeks bore testament to how tight it had been in her mouth during the night.  “Are you going to behave today?” I asked again, trying to gain her attention.  I needed to get her water soon, before it actually became a problem.  Food she could go a little longer without and I could afford to use that against her but not water. 

       “Yes” she whispered back, warily looking into my eyes. 

       “Good,” I responded, not allowing a smile.  I still needed her frightened, not trying to escape for awhile longer.  I left her hands hand cuffed to her neck but unlocked the bike chain holding her to the shower head. Unchained she feel slumped to the floor, exhaustion coming over her.  “Stand up,” I ordered, not allowing her a break.  She forced herself to her feet, more frightened of me than tired. “Now that you’re clean, we can go upstairs.”  Reaching into the bag I pulled out a dog leash left by one of my roommates and attached it to a ring on her collar.  She looked at the leash with despair, a connection with me she couldn’t break.  Turning I began to walk back towards the stair, knowing she would follow.  I almost hoped she didn’t, it would give me an excuse to punish her, but she followed quietly, eyes on the floor.  She’d been awake for almost two days now and I wanted to use that.  Tired she would be more malleable and easy to control.  I moved up the stairs slowly, not wanting the leash to pull her over up the small, narrow stairs.  We reached the kitchen and I continued walking till we were back in the living room.  I sat on the couch but made her kneel, facing me.

       “Look at that, you’ve done what you’re told and you haven’t been hurt.  Isn’t this a much easier way to spend your time?” I asked, putting my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me.

       “Yes” she responded meekly.

       “Let’s see how well you remember your lessons then, what are your two rules?” I questioned her.

       “What?” she responded, not ready for my question.

       “I taught you two rules yesterday, what are they?” I asked again, clarifying the question.  I doubted she remembered both of them but maybe she would surprise me.

       “I’m not sure… I don’t remember.” She mumbled out, fear filling her face.  The lack of sleep had gotten too her, making breaking her much easier.  Tomorrow might be a different day but for now I was going to push her as far as I could.

       “I’ll tell you one of the rules, but if you can’t remember the other you’ll be punished” I said, leaning in close to her kneeling form.  “If you do what you’re told, you don’t get hurt, is the first rule.  Now, what’s the second?

       “I don’t remember” she cried.  “Please I’m sorry, I just don’t remember.”

       “You’re going to have to get punished then” I told her, shaking my head.  “Yesterday you disobeyed me too and you know how that turned out.  I’ll give you one more chance to remember the second rule”

       “I don’t know, please.  I’ll do anything” she begged again, throwing herself at my feet.  She practically broke down, crying for me not to hurt her or force her into the basement again.  I stood as she continued crying, looking down at her.  She wasn’t really broken, a night’s sleep and she would be close to her old self, but now I was going to push my advantage.  The more often she broke down and pleaded the easier it would be to get her to do it again the next time.  Last time, I had forced her to bring herself to an orgasm, tonight I wanted better.

       “If you do exactly what you’re told, I’ll tell you the second rule and you won’t have to spend the night in the basement again.  Disobey me and you’ll spend another night tied in the basement.”

       “Tell me what to do, I’ll do it” she practically yelled, my words having broken through her pleading.

       “Get back on your knees and shut up” I yelled sharply.  She obeyed quickly, getting back on her knees.  She also finally stopped talking.  “The second rule Liz is simply.  It’s don’t talk unless I ask you a question or give you permission.  Next time I ask you for your two rules I expect you to answer quickly with I that understand?”

       “Yes, Yes, I’ll remember” she responded.

       “Now, because you forgot the rules you have to make it up to me.  One word of disagreement or one movement I don’t tell you to do, you’ll regret it," I informed her.  When she didn’t respond other than by looking at the floor, I reached down and grabbed the handcuff connecting her hands to the collar.  I undid the handcuff and placed it in my back pocket.  With the connector undone Liz dropped her hands down in front of her.  All night she had been forced to hold her arms up and she could barely raise them now.  I didn’t give her time to adjust; I grabbed one of her wrist and undid the other handcuff there.  Shock showed on her face for a moment, as if she thought I was letting her go.  Instead I simply held her wrist and walked behind her and re handcuffed her, this time with her hands behind her back.  I stepped back in front of her and admired Liz, she was beautiful, even worn down and exhausted.  Her long wet hair was still matted to her skull, her nipples jutted out slightly still from the chill of her shower.  Her shaved pussy was partially hidden from me by the angle as I looked down at her.

As I gazed upon her, I realized I wanted to fuck her.  My dick was nearly bursting inside my pants. I could throw her on the ground and have my way with her but I wanted better.  Right now she was terrified, sleep deprived and willing to do whatever I said and I was going to use that to make her a willing participant in her own rape. 

“You have two choices,” I stated.  “You can be sent to the basement and allowed to come out tomorrow as your first choice.  Or-“

“Please, not that, I’ll do anything” she said leaning forward, tears streaming down her face. 

“Then that leaves choice too, which is me fucking you” I said, looking straight at her.  Shocked filled her face.  This whole time I hadn’t touched her, only stripped her down.  Even when she had been naked I hadn’t taken any liberties with her, only she had touched herself so far.  This broke the pattern she had been used too and it showed.  “I guess you prefer the basement” I commented off handedly, turning away from her.  That was all it took to snap her out of shock.

“No, please, I’ll do it.  Not the basement again,” she pleaded.

“Lay on your back then” I ordered, still standing in front of her.  I was going to enjoy what I was about to do to her and I wanted to savoir every minute of it.  She didn’t hesitate long before she began to lay back.  It was hard from her knees and she couldn’t use her hands but eventually she managed to lay down, legs extended but knees held tightly together.  I moved so I was standing over her feet, watching her tremble on the ground.  She could barely look at me, knowing her body was bare before me.  “Now, tell me you want me to fuck you” I said.  It wasn’t what she expected and no words left her mouth.  “Beg me to fuck you” I yelled as I leaned down over her.  “I can send you to the basement or you can spread your legs and beg me to fuck you” Leaning over here I watched thoughts stream through her mind.  I didn’t want to just rape her; I wanted her to beg me to fuck her.  She would forever wonder if it was really rape.  “Do it,” I whispered into her ear.  “Spread your long tan legs and beg me to fuck that tightly little pussy of yours.”

She looked at me unsure before her fear won out, fear of pain, fear of the unknown, fear of being locked down in the basement again.  Quivering her long tan legs began to separate.  I stepped back to enjoy the view as her legs parted to reveal her pussy.  I kept waited as she continued to spread her legs until they were clearly as far apart as she would put them.  I continued waiting then, just standing above her.  I wanted her to beg and she knew it.  She closed her eyes before the first words were out of her mouth, attempting to make it a little less embarrassing.

“Fuck me, fuck me” she whispered.  Her heart clearly wasn’t in it but she was trying.  I knew if I had pushed her this far I could push her farther. 

“Say it louder; tell me where you want me to put my dick.” I said, slowly pulling off my shirt.  With her eyes shut she couldn’t tell I was undressing.

“Please, fuck me, put your dick inside me” she said, a little louder this time.  I continued undressing as I listened to her.  Her words were like music to my ears.  On my floor naked, with her legs spread, lay one of the biggest bitches I knew and she was begging me, the person who had kidnapped and beat her, to fuck her, to put me dick inside her.  My erection was raging by the time pulled down my boxer briefs.  Liz still had her eyes closed so she had no idea I was naked or that I reached to the table besides the couch and grabbed something off it. I waited for her to continue, silently standing above her.  It only took a few more minutes before she choked out a few more words between silent sobs.  “Fuck me, please fuck me and put your dick in my pussy” she said.

I waited for her to finish before I kneeled between her legs and positioned my dick.  I placed both my hands on the inside of her thighs, gripping tightly and pushing her legs slightly farther apart.  My tough startled her and she opened her eyes to me naked before her.   She said nothing as I pushed my hips forward, the tip of my dick rubbing against her pussy.  Tears streamed out of her eyes and she squeezed them shut and turned her head.  I continued to run the tip of my dick up and down against her, letting her know I wasn’t going anywhere.  I leaned forward and run my hands up her body.  She gasped as I ran my hands up her stomach and under her breasts.  My finger tips gently brushed her partially erect nipples, playing with the lightly.  I raised my left hand up to her face and cupped her chin, pulling her head up slightly.  Leaning over her on all fours now, I gently placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Beg me to fuck you, or it’s the basement” I whispered in to her ear and then leaned back, my body not touching her anywhere except with my dick.  I stayed still above her, waiting for her response.  It only took a moment.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard, put your dick inside me and fuck me hard” she said, loudly this time.  She was pushing herself, terrified of the basement, terrified of me.  I let her finish before I pulled my hips back slightly, adjusted my dick and thrust into her as hard as I could.  A scream escaped her through as I buried my dick in her, my hips hitting her.  She was so tight, her pussy wrapped snuggly around me dick.  She was still slightly wet from the vibrator over night and I loved the feeling.  It was like my dick was wrapped in satin.  I remained buried inside her for a moment before I pulled back and thrust again.  Again and again I violated her, thrusting in and out of her body.  She remained still underneath me, moving only from the thrust of my body.  I used one of my free hands to caress her body, I loved the way her small breasts bounced each time I forced myself inside her.  Tears spilled out from beneath her eye lids as I used her.  She hated what I was doing to her and had withdrawn into a shell, letting her body be violated.  I had to snap her out of it and picked up the object I’d gotten off the table.  It was the small vibrator I had purchased at the store earlier.  I discreetly lowered it to her crotch I thrust again and again. 

She didn’t notice until I placed it gently against her clit and turned it on high.  A gasp escaped her throat as the violation changed from something she could ignore to please coursing through her body.  The small vibrator buzzed away at her clit, throwing pleasure into her.  I continued my thrusts and could now feel her getting wet.  The combination of my dick and the vibrator was going to bring her to an orgasm and there was nothing she could do about it.  Underneath me she began to writhe as she tried to escape from the vibrator between her legs.  No matter how she moved though I kept the vibrator on her and her squirming only made me enjoy her more.  Each time I pushed I could feel myself getting close to cumming deep inside her, but I wanted her to cum at the same time and humiliate her even more.  We both got closer and closer, her beneath me writhing in pleasure and humiliation, me above her thrusting with triumph.  It only took a few more minutes, my dick had been bursting to fill her since the moment I had kidnapped her and the vibrator continued its work.  I felt her body spasm beneath me and with one deep thrust I pushed all the way in and felt my dick empty into her.  At the same time the vibrator finally pushed her over the edge and her body spazmed as the orgasm coursed through her.

We both lay on the floor, both of us spent.  I stood after a few moments and pulled my dick out from inside her.  The moment I was no longer touching her Liz curled in a ball on her side and began to cry.  Great sobs racked her body, not that she had been violated but that twice now I had brought her to orgasms, twice her body had betrayed her to me.

       I let Liz lay crying, curled into a ball on the ground after I pulled out of her.  Sobs racked her slender frame, shaking her entire body.  She closed her leg immediately after I moved from between them and I doubted anything but force was going to open them soon.  That was fine with me as I was drained after finally getting to enjoy her body to its fullest.  I put my clothes back on and decided what I wanted to do with her, I couldn’t leave her laying on the ground forever.  I needed her to regain her composure I realized after a minutes.  Currently I could do whatever I wanted but her mind wasn’t there, she was almost on autopilot.  Anything I did to her now would be like doing it to another person, but if I gave her time to recover, regain a little of herself, then I would be violating her again, not just a body on auto pilot. 

       I stepped over to her a pulled her up into a sitting position.  She was still crying but didn’t struggle, didn’t even try and fight.  I left her arms handcuffed behind her back but held her head to my chest.

       “It's ok now Liz, you did what you were told.  You won’t go back to the basement.  That’s good isn’t it,” I told her softly.  I didn’t want to scare her, not just yet at least.

       “Yes, it’s better than the basement,” she responded sniffling.  Fewer and fewer tears escaped from her eyes as I held her, caressing her softly.  It took a while but she finally regained a small bit of herself and she relaxed against me.  I left her get comfortable for a moment before I stood and pulled her to her feet as well.  I grabbed her leash and lead her into the kitchen before I had Liz sit down on a chair and relax.  She wasn’t completely comfortable being nude and her hands behind her back but she still looked much more comfortable.  I knew she was thirsty and starving so I looked into the fridge and found what I wanted.  I pulled a bottle of water out and a few strips of uncooked bacon.  I turned the stove on and placed the bacon beside it while I grabbed the water and turned to Liz.  She gazed longingly at the water as I approached, almost with hope in her eyes.

       “Are you thirsty?” I asked, holding the bottle of water to her.  She nodded so I opened the water and walked next to her.  I took one hand and turned her face up and slowly began to pour water into her mouth.  She remained motionless while I left the water flow into her mouth.  I didn’t stop until she had drunk the whole water bottle.  I knew she was still extremely thirsty but I turned my back on her and walked to the stove.  The pan was hot now so I placed the bacon in it and listened to the sizzle.  It only took a few moments for the smell of grease to fill the room.  My mouth started water and I had already eaten that day, so I knew Liz must be in agony.  She hadn’t eaten in days but I could hear her smelling the air behind me.  I turned and simply looked at her, daring her to ask for the food.  She remained motionless but her eyes couldn’t leave the cooking food.  I smiled, she wasn’t going to be fed now, she wasn’t going to be fed for awhile but that was something only I knew.  

       “Are you hungry?” I asked, gesturing at the deliciously smelling food.  She nodded her head, almost not trusting herself to speak.  “I’ll give you some if you keep behaving” I informed her.  Those words were all it took for her to snap from watching the food to watching me.  Her mind was working now and I doubted she would make the same mistake as last time.  She had said she would do anything to escape the basement and got raped for it, she would not say the same thing for the food cooking slowly in the pan.  I knew I could play with her, but I wanted her to be forced to watch the food and smell it longer before I started playing.  “Do you need to use the rest room?” I inquired.  The bathroom was right next to the kitchen and I wanted her to be thinking of the bacon cooking so I lost nothing by allowing her this small break. 

       “Yes” she responded quickly.  The last time she had gone to the bathroom was when she pissed herself in the basement overnight and she apparently didn’t want a repeat of that again.  I picked up her leash and led her to the door in the hallway next to the kitchen.  I opened it up and motioned her into the small room.  I stepped in to the rest room after her and I heard a quick intake of breath from her.  She didn’t know what I was going to do but a terrified expression adorned her face.  I stepped close to her and spun her around.  I enjoyed the view of her but as I grabbed hold of her wrist.  It only took a moment to undo the handcuff and spin her around.  I then took the arm that was still handcuffed and raised it to her neck, attaching the free cuff to the circle on her collar.  I didn’t want to help her in the bathroom but I couldn’t leave her unchained, so I compromised by giving her one free arm.  With her one hand secure to her neck I stepped out of the room.

       “Hurry up and go to the bathroom, I’ll be right outside” and stepped out of the small room.  The few moments alone in the bathroom I didn’t know what would go through her head, but she would be forced to think, forced to look at herself in the mirror.  I gave her plenty of time in the bathroom, standing by the door to make sure she didn’t try and run out but I wanted her to take her time.  The smell of bacon continued to fill the room and I was starting to get hungry.  The sound of the toilet filling and sink being used let me knew she was almost done in the bathroom, but she didn’t emerge.  I smiled, letting her try and hide in the bathroom.  It didn’t matter how long she spent in there, I was going to have my fun with her and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it.  I was trying to think of another good way to humiliate her, and I finally came up with my idea.  I doubted Liz was in a hurry to come out of the bathroom so I snuck away quietly.  I looked around for the bag of items I had bought earlier and I found it quickly.  I grabbed the bag and the other toys spread in the living room and moved to the kitchen table.  I placed the large dildo and small vibrator next to each other; the nipple clamps, chain, and weights were placed next to vibrators, the small butt plug was placed next, and the gag was placed on their last.  After the table was arranged I walked back to the stove, took the bacon off and placed it in a plate, the aroma still filling the room.  With a last look around the room I walked to the bathroom and walked in, startling Liz who was staring into the mirror, her arms wrapped around her own shoulders.  I didn’t say anything, just grabbed the leash and started walking from the bathroom.  She followed after only one quick pull of the leash and was startled by the new toys I had placed in the kitchen.  I sat her down at the kitchen table again, not mentioning the new changes.  Once she was seated I walked back by the stove and picked up the food.  Standing in front of her I slowly began to eat.  Her eyes were riveted on me, ignoring even the table.  It only took me a few moments to eat but it must have been an eternity to Liz.  Once I finished I placed the plate in the sink and gazed back at her.  Once our eyes made contact she quickly looked away, still fearful, but much more mindful than she had before. 

       “Which of these toys do you think we should play with now?” I asked Liz.  My voice betrayed no emotion, or none of the irony of asking a kidnapped girl which toy she wanted to violate her body with next. 

       “What?” escaped her mouth, shocked by the question?  Apparently she hadn’t thought I would ask for her opinion; just tell her what to do.  I wanted more than that though, I wanted her to question everything that I did to her, and I wanted her involved in every act of degradation and humiliation.  She was going to be my active partner in her own debasement and there was nothing she could do about it.

       “What toy do you what to be used on your body next?” I asked, clearing up my question.  Shock and fear showed on Liz’s face.  I had just informed her she wasn’t done being used for the day, and she was going to have to pick one of the instruments used on her body.  “Pick quickly or you’re not going to like my choice” I informed her, letting a little anger into my voice.

“The small vibrator” she answered slowly, fear filling her voice.  It was the only toy I’d used on her so far, and she thought that the littlest of all the evils arrayed before her.   I smiled after she made her choice; it was what I had expected. 

“Good, I’m sure you’ll have some fun with that little toy again.  Will play with these as well, since you hadn’t had the pleasure of using these” I said, picking of the nipple clamps, chain, and small weights.   Liz didn’t say anything, only looking at the objects in my hands with terror, since she had no idea what they were.  Too her, they just looked painful.  “Pick up your vibrator, since that’s the toy you’ve chosen” I ordered Liz.  I then picked up her leash and started walking towards the living room.  She followed quickly, holding the small vibrator in her hand.    Once we got into the living room I had Liz place the vibrator on the ground and stepped directly in front of Liz.  “Were going to play a game,” I informed her.  “You’re going to put on a show for me with that little toy of yours.  You already know what happens if you misbehave, so I’m sure I’ll enjoy the show.”  I then took the hand handcuffed to her collar and undid it, reattaching it to her other hand in front of her.  That left Liz standing naked, nothing but a collar tightly encircling her neck and handcuffs tight on her wrists.  I walked over to the stereo, started playing a song and sat down on the couch, waiting to see what she would do. 

She stood there timidly, trying to cover he nakedness but at the same time looking at me, trying to find a way out of this.  She had no desire to dance for me, yet there I sat, waiting on the couch for her to begin.  I knew she wouldn’t begin without any encouragement, but I wanted to see her squirm for a few moments.  When she failed to do anything but stand there, I stood sharply, displeasure on my face.

“I tried, but apparently you can’t follow orders.  You were given very simple instructions and you couldn’t follow them.” Liz dropped to her knees hearing these words, terrified that I would hurt her.  She was correct but not the way she imagined.  I grabbed the nipple clamps on the table and pulled Liz up from the ground by her hair.  Begging, she pleaded for me not to hurt her but I took the clamp and forced it onto her nipple.  She moaned in agony as the clamp bit into the sensitive flesh, the sharp teeth were forced deep.  I snapped the other one on immediately after and connect the loose chain between the two.   I held her arms as she writhed, unaccustomed to this particular torture.  Once she calmed I grabbed her hair and forced her face near mine.  “Put on a show like I told you, or this is going to get much worse. “  Throwing her down after I yelled at her, I sat back on the couch and looked at Liz, clearly waiting for her to fulfill my order. 

Liz stood unsteadily, she looked at the clamps and clearly wanted to remove them but was smart enough not to.  She began to sway as the song changed to a fast tempo rap song.  Graceful was not the word I would use for her performance but she was beautiful, the dark collar contrasted with her tanned skin, the handcuffs forcing her arms together and now the gold chain dancing between her breast.  My cock was throbbing again and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her, but I restrained myself. 

“Don’t forget about your toy” I reminded her, pointing to the small vibrator on the floor.  She knew what I wanted her to do with it and picked it up with a shaking arm.  She resumed her sway but this time her hands hovered in front of her shaved pussy, the small vibrator now running up and down her cunt.  “Keep moving” I barked, as she had stopped and was simply standing there.  Her swaying began again and she circled through the room.  It was pathetic to watch, her shaky movements, her hands pushing the vibrator against her cunt.  I stood halfway through the song, grabbed one of the weights and attached it too the chain.  Liz almost screamed as the forced the nipple clamps to pull sharply on her breast.  “Make it look good, or I’ll add more weight” I said before sitting back down.

Her dancing got remarkable better with the weight swinging between her breasts.  She tried to minimize the amount of swinging she did because the weight would sway, making her breast hurt more, but she knew a better dance was more important because otherwise weight would be added.  I was almost mesmerized as she moved around the room.  The first song ended and another one came one but I made no motion to stop her so Liz continued.  It only took a few more moments till the smells of Liz’s arousal begin to become detectable in the room.  I let her continue or a bit longer, the smell becoming stronger until I could tell it was becoming hard for her, she clearly wanted to just stand still and push the vibrator as hard as she could into her clit, yet she continued dancing.  I stepped up to her and grabbed her hair tightly in one hand, my other hand grabbing the vibrator from her slender fingers and pushing it hard against her cunt.  She gasped; looking at me as I held her while the vibrator continued its work.

“Do you want to come?” I asked as I pushed the vibrator hard against her.  She bucked and twisted as the vibrator continued its work.

“No” she gasped out in response.  Her lying to me enraged me

“No, No.  You don’t want to cum?  You lying little whore” I yelled at her while pulling her hair tighter in my hand.  A moan escaped her mouth and she quickly tried to respond but I cut her off.  “You stand in front of me, moaning in pleasure, the smell of your dirty cunt on the air and you have the nerve to lie to me and tell me you don’t want to cum.  You’re going to regret this you dumb bitch.”  I was furious and Liz was going to pay.  I used her hair to pull her through the kitchen.  I threw open the basement door and dragged her kicking and screaming down the rickety wooden stairs.  I grabbed hold of Liz’s handcuffs and undid one, spun her around and resnapped them behind her back.  Using her arms as a lever I forced Liz to bend over at the waist and forced her to walk back to her feared corner with the shower head.  I grabbed the bike chain on the ground and threaded it through her handcuffs and then looped it around the shower head.  I tighten it before I snapped the lock shut, forcing Liz to remain bent over at the waist, her arms held up directly straight as the chain pulled them towards the shower head.  Her legs were extended straight, trying to relive the strain on her arms and shoulders but the chain was unforgiving.  Adding to her pain was the weight attached to the nipple clamp’s chain, hanging down her from chest.  The weight swung freely now, painfully pulling on her nipples, stretching them out.  Leaving her crying I walked up stairs, grabbed my bag and the vibrator and returned to Liz.  Another weight was added to her nipple clamps prompting a scream.  I then took the vibrating dildo and shoved it deep between her legs, this time though I turned it on high knowing it would torment her.  To add to her humiliation I took the butt plug, forced her ass cheeks apart and shoved it into her tight ass.  She screamed long as the butt plug forced her to a new low.  The gag followed, I was done hearing her scream for the day.  To top it all off I took the duct tape out and covered her cunt and ass, making sure the dildo wouldn’t be forced out.

I stepped back to enjoy my work and my dick throbbed at the picture.  Liz was bent over; her arms forced straight up in the air by the bike chain, the heavy weights pulled on her nipples and swung freely, the duct taped made a nice chastity belt holding the toys deep in her body.  It was her face though that captured my attention, it was partially blocked with her tangled hair hanging down in front of her face but I could see enough. Her mouth was stuffed with a ball bag, secured tightly around the back of her head, tears poured down from her eyes, filled with despair as they stared at me pleading, mixing with drool that escaped from the corner of her mouth.  I stepped up close to her and bent down, using my fingers to lift her chin up. 

“Hope you enjoyed yourself today, you’re going to be down here for awhile” I told her, and walked away.