It was a very cold midweek evening, so the choice was to go home and bundle up with a blanket on the couch or stay after work with some co-workers for some post holiday cheer. Beth chose to stay after, there was no need to rush back to her apartment. Nothing was on tv, and the company would warm her up. Just a handful of people stayed behind and it was getting late so just a few drinks would make the for a happier time, the frigid weather was getting everyone down so a little cheer would brighten up Beth’s winter blues.
Beth bundled up and headed back to her place, dressed in her winter’s finest, long jacket, hat, gloves and long boots that went over her jeans, she did what ever she needed to do to keep warm until she got home. She made her way around the corner of her place, it was in sight and the though of getting in her warm flat was inspiring her from not shivering out of her boots. The streets were empty and dark, the wind was howling through the streets, everyone on her block was locked up tight in their places for the cold evening.
A couple of men seemed to be working in front of her place, moving men folding their moving blankets and putting them back in their panel van that was parked just before the entrance to her door. The door of the van was opened on the sidewalk side, the men where dressed in hooded jackets with ski masks on to keep them warm.
Beth was getting closer to apartment door, she started searching for her keys in her bag… and in a blink of an eye was tackled into the van by two more man in ski masks behind her. She had no time to react… no time to scream. The door of the van slammed shut and sped off.
There where four men holding her down and she was completely overpowered by their strength. One guy who seemed to be the leader shouted “ tie her up tight, it’s going to be a long ride. The boss is going to like this one…she’s a fighter” the words started to chime in to her head that she was being kidnapped and had no idea what was going to happen to her… she was at their mercy and there was little that she could do to get away.
They had put a gage over her mouth and covered her head with a dark hood so she could not see a thing. She laid there helpless and cold… shivering from fear and just getting grips on what just happened to her. Her arms where pulled behind her and handcuffed… her legs where tied with rope so that she was unable to run away… she just lied there on the padded floor of the van scared and cold.
Time dragged on for eternity… the ride seemed like it would never end. She heard a noise… it sounded like a garage door opening… very loud and creaky. When it stopped the van started to move again. The wheels squealed and the van moved from side to side. It stopped again, the sound of the door opening , another sound of something being wheeled outside . She was manhandled and lifted up and carried out of the van. She was placed on a cart of sorts…strapped down to the cart and taken away.
Beth lied there unable to move a muscle and was in a total panic. She was screaming through her gage but he sounds where dampened. She was sweating and overheating …her jacket and gloves where still on and she was feeling faint from hr struggles. The struggling and screaming stopped…Beth had blacked out.
She was dreaming…a nightmare…a kidnapping…Beth was waking up. Groggy from her ordeal she was trying to see where she was. The room was black…no there was something over her eyes…there was something in her mouth. She was wearing sort of a bondage mask…it was blocking all of her sensory points. She couldn’t see a thing…blindfolded with eye coverings. A round object was in her mouth…it was a ball gage and she was drooling down her cheek. All at once she let out these horrifying scream…a scream of panic.
Beth tried to move…her arms were locked above her head. Her wrists were in some sort of strap, and her arms were being pulled tight, restricting her movement. Her legs couldn’t move either, locked in a stock-like hold at her ankles. She could wiggle her toes…her boots weren’t on, they were removed. She had no jacket or hat or gloves on…she could feel her clothes were on and nothing else was off. Her turtle neck sweater was riding up her back from her struggling at her bonds…her low ride jeans felt her panties creeping up her butt cheeks from the locked position she was in. Beth stopped struggling, she realized it was getting her nowhere, the fighting just made it worst. He was able to take in what was happing, and she was confused. She was thinking to herself what was going on here…what was this place she was in. It was if she was taken prisoner…an interrogation of some sort…what was happening.
A noise from behind her, a door creaked open. She heard footsteps…someone was walking towards her. She felt a hand touch her face…soft stokes against the only area of skin that wasn’t covered by the hood that was covering her flesh. The touches roamed around her body…across her arms then down her torso…soft gentle touches, just enough for the person to feel the outline of her body through Beth’s clothing.
It was like a horror movie…like Saw where the victim doesn’t know what was in store for them. Beth was to frightened to fight against her bonds. The touches against her body sent chills though out her skin. She was shaking with fear and her mind was sending her into panic…she was thinking of what might happen to her…what was going on that made her think that she was at the complete mercy of who ever was doing this to her.
Someone was right by her head…she heard the breathing right by her ear. A deep manly voice spoke softly to her, “ what a fine slender catch you are, my men did good. Now what I have in store for you is for my pleasure…you’re my slave…I will find out what I want to do with you in time. For now I want you to savor the view of your new home.”
The straps that where holding the mask over her eyes were undone…the light in the room first blinded her, then the shapes started to come into focus. A tall figure, with dark clothes was standing over her. He had a Spiderman like mask over his face, but his blue eyes where staring at her. The ball gage remained in her mouth, giving her the feeling that she had no control and added to the feeling of helplessness. Mind games is what was in store for her…she was aloud to view what was in the room. Beth stared around…she was so confused to the things that was there. It was a dungeon of some sort…medieval torture devices where all around the room. She had a good look at everything that was in the room, taking in each item one at a time. There was what looked like torture racks…the kind that would was used in torture dungeons . On the other wall there was a big wooden cross with shackles attached at the ends. Stocks and bondage equipment lined the room…whips and ropes hung from everywhere. A table filled with all kinds of things…vibrators, nipple clamps, electric toothbrushes and feathers. There was so much for Beth to absorb…her mind was racing at light speed…thoughts of exotic and tortuous thing danced in her head. He left the room…he wanted her to take in all that was in the room…it was all in the game…total control of his helpless victim…mind games.
The table that she was laying on was tilted forward causing the binds at her arms to stretch without it being tightened. It enabled Beth to see most of the room, the different instruments of torture that maybe waiting for her…it was all part of his game and she had no idea. She laid there in wait, her mind was wandering, her heart was racing… a quiet panic sunk in. She had fantasized of being kidnapped as part of foreplay…just never could have imagined that something like this could ever taken place. Beth laid there in wait.
The sound of the door opening again…footsteps approaching…a tall masked man came in sight. He walk over to the table and picked up a whip off the table. Beth take a deep breath in and swollen…a slight moan in her voice through the gage…the sound of fear. He walked around Beth, holding a cat n nine tails in his right hand while tapping it into his left palm. He lowered it to her body, tracing the edge of the leather ends softly around her contours.
Beth was bracing for a strike from the whip, the anticipation was nerve racking. He didn’t have that in mind…he was just playing with her…to show that he was in control…to do what ever he wished to her…she was his for the taking…his personal pet.
“Time for a little fun” he taunted her. He placed the blindfold section over her eyes. The table that Beth was laying on was tilted back so she was laying flat. the pressure was taken off her arms and she fell some relief from the binds. He pulled a stool over to the bottom of the table by Beth feet. Slowly he started to remove her socks, carefully around the stocks that was locking Beth’s ankles. Her bare slender feet where naked in front of him. He caresses them with his hands, warming them up with his touch. He reached back to the table and grabbed a small piece of string. Placing the ends of the string around her two large toes he wrapped them together .The stocks that her ankles where locked in had a rope cleat at the top, he pulled her feet back and fastened the string so that Beth’s soles were arched back pulling her soft smooth skin taught.
A feather danced around Beth’s toes, stoking in and out between her tender sensitive skin. The tickling feeling make her uneasy and she started to scrum around with discomfort. She erupted in a burst of laughter. The soft touch was making her buck at the bonds, she couldn’t escape the torturous touches and in minutes she was laughing uncontrollably.
Beth was always ticklish when she was younger and the last time she was tickled that way was in her late teens, a tickling that sent her into a erotic twist…a real turn on when she was at work. She never encountered a tickling like the one she was experienced with this guy. Beth couldn’t take the slightest touch before she busted out with uncontrollable laughter…the thought of her unable to fight back the relentless attack of tickle torture would just drive her to insanity. She never would be able to endure suck a torment in her life…and idea of surrendering to the torment would drive her to the brink of insanity.
He started to rake his nails over her soles, scratching them in circler motions around her silky smooth skin. Beth started whaling with laughter. The gage in her mouth pushed outward against her cries of torment. She fight against her bonds but there was no relief in sight…she had to inure the merciless torture that he was inflicting on her. She was at his will…for as long as he wanted to torture her…Beth had no chance but to submit to his sadistic tickling…she was his slave….he was her master.
To be continued ………
Beth bundled up and headed back to her place, dressed in her winter’s finest, long jacket, hat, gloves and long boots that went over her jeans, she did what ever she needed to do to keep warm until she got home. She made her way around the corner of her place, it was in sight and the though of getting in her warm flat was inspiring her from not shivering out of her boots. The streets were empty and dark, the wind was howling through the streets, everyone on her block was locked up tight in their places for the cold evening.
A couple of men seemed to be working in front of her place, moving men folding their moving blankets and putting them back in their panel van that was parked just before the entrance to her door. The door of the van was opened on the sidewalk side, the men where dressed in hooded jackets with ski masks on to keep them warm.
Beth was getting closer to apartment door, she started searching for her keys in her bag… and in a blink of an eye was tackled into the van by two more man in ski masks behind her. She had no time to react… no time to scream. The door of the van slammed shut and sped off.
There where four men holding her down and she was completely overpowered by their strength. One guy who seemed to be the leader shouted “ tie her up tight, it’s going to be a long ride. The boss is going to like this one…she’s a fighter” the words started to chime in to her head that she was being kidnapped and had no idea what was going to happen to her… she was at their mercy and there was little that she could do to get away.
They had put a gage over her mouth and covered her head with a dark hood so she could not see a thing. She laid there helpless and cold… shivering from fear and just getting grips on what just happened to her. Her arms where pulled behind her and handcuffed… her legs where tied with rope so that she was unable to run away… she just lied there on the padded floor of the van scared and cold.
Time dragged on for eternity… the ride seemed like it would never end. She heard a noise… it sounded like a garage door opening… very loud and creaky. When it stopped the van started to move again. The wheels squealed and the van moved from side to side. It stopped again, the sound of the door opening , another sound of something being wheeled outside . She was manhandled and lifted up and carried out of the van. She was placed on a cart of sorts…strapped down to the cart and taken away.
Beth lied there unable to move a muscle and was in a total panic. She was screaming through her gage but he sounds where dampened. She was sweating and overheating …her jacket and gloves where still on and she was feeling faint from hr struggles. The struggling and screaming stopped…Beth had blacked out.
She was dreaming…a nightmare…a kidnapping…Beth was waking up. Groggy from her ordeal she was trying to see where she was. The room was black…no there was something over her eyes…there was something in her mouth. She was wearing sort of a bondage mask…it was blocking all of her sensory points. She couldn’t see a thing…blindfolded with eye coverings. A round object was in her mouth…it was a ball gage and she was drooling down her cheek. All at once she let out these horrifying scream…a scream of panic.
Beth tried to move…her arms were locked above her head. Her wrists were in some sort of strap, and her arms were being pulled tight, restricting her movement. Her legs couldn’t move either, locked in a stock-like hold at her ankles. She could wiggle her toes…her boots weren’t on, they were removed. She had no jacket or hat or gloves on…she could feel her clothes were on and nothing else was off. Her turtle neck sweater was riding up her back from her struggling at her bonds…her low ride jeans felt her panties creeping up her butt cheeks from the locked position she was in. Beth stopped struggling, she realized it was getting her nowhere, the fighting just made it worst. He was able to take in what was happing, and she was confused. She was thinking to herself what was going on here…what was this place she was in. It was if she was taken prisoner…an interrogation of some sort…what was happening.
A noise from behind her, a door creaked open. She heard footsteps…someone was walking towards her. She felt a hand touch her face…soft stokes against the only area of skin that wasn’t covered by the hood that was covering her flesh. The touches roamed around her body…across her arms then down her torso…soft gentle touches, just enough for the person to feel the outline of her body through Beth’s clothing.
It was like a horror movie…like Saw where the victim doesn’t know what was in store for them. Beth was to frightened to fight against her bonds. The touches against her body sent chills though out her skin. She was shaking with fear and her mind was sending her into panic…she was thinking of what might happen to her…what was going on that made her think that she was at the complete mercy of who ever was doing this to her.
Someone was right by her head…she heard the breathing right by her ear. A deep manly voice spoke softly to her, “ what a fine slender catch you are, my men did good. Now what I have in store for you is for my pleasure…you’re my slave…I will find out what I want to do with you in time. For now I want you to savor the view of your new home.”
The straps that where holding the mask over her eyes were undone…the light in the room first blinded her, then the shapes started to come into focus. A tall figure, with dark clothes was standing over her. He had a Spiderman like mask over his face, but his blue eyes where staring at her. The ball gage remained in her mouth, giving her the feeling that she had no control and added to the feeling of helplessness. Mind games is what was in store for her…she was aloud to view what was in the room. Beth stared around…she was so confused to the things that was there. It was a dungeon of some sort…medieval torture devices where all around the room. She had a good look at everything that was in the room, taking in each item one at a time. There was what looked like torture racks…the kind that would was used in torture dungeons . On the other wall there was a big wooden cross with shackles attached at the ends. Stocks and bondage equipment lined the room…whips and ropes hung from everywhere. A table filled with all kinds of things…vibrators, nipple clamps, electric toothbrushes and feathers. There was so much for Beth to absorb…her mind was racing at light speed…thoughts of exotic and tortuous thing danced in her head. He left the room…he wanted her to take in all that was in the room…it was all in the game…total control of his helpless victim…mind games.
The table that she was laying on was tilted forward causing the binds at her arms to stretch without it being tightened. It enabled Beth to see most of the room, the different instruments of torture that maybe waiting for her…it was all part of his game and she had no idea. She laid there in wait, her mind was wandering, her heart was racing… a quiet panic sunk in. She had fantasized of being kidnapped as part of foreplay…just never could have imagined that something like this could ever taken place. Beth laid there in wait.
The sound of the door opening again…footsteps approaching…a tall masked man came in sight. He walk over to the table and picked up a whip off the table. Beth take a deep breath in and swollen…a slight moan in her voice through the gage…the sound of fear. He walked around Beth, holding a cat n nine tails in his right hand while tapping it into his left palm. He lowered it to her body, tracing the edge of the leather ends softly around her contours.
Beth was bracing for a strike from the whip, the anticipation was nerve racking. He didn’t have that in mind…he was just playing with her…to show that he was in control…to do what ever he wished to her…she was his for the taking…his personal pet.
“Time for a little fun” he taunted her. He placed the blindfold section over her eyes. The table that Beth was laying on was tilted back so she was laying flat. the pressure was taken off her arms and she fell some relief from the binds. He pulled a stool over to the bottom of the table by Beth feet. Slowly he started to remove her socks, carefully around the stocks that was locking Beth’s ankles. Her bare slender feet where naked in front of him. He caresses them with his hands, warming them up with his touch. He reached back to the table and grabbed a small piece of string. Placing the ends of the string around her two large toes he wrapped them together .The stocks that her ankles where locked in had a rope cleat at the top, he pulled her feet back and fastened the string so that Beth’s soles were arched back pulling her soft smooth skin taught.
A feather danced around Beth’s toes, stoking in and out between her tender sensitive skin. The tickling feeling make her uneasy and she started to scrum around with discomfort. She erupted in a burst of laughter. The soft touch was making her buck at the bonds, she couldn’t escape the torturous touches and in minutes she was laughing uncontrollably.
Beth was always ticklish when she was younger and the last time she was tickled that way was in her late teens, a tickling that sent her into a erotic twist…a real turn on when she was at work. She never encountered a tickling like the one she was experienced with this guy. Beth couldn’t take the slightest touch before she busted out with uncontrollable laughter…the thought of her unable to fight back the relentless attack of tickle torture would just drive her to insanity. She never would be able to endure suck a torment in her life…and idea of surrendering to the torment would drive her to the brink of insanity.
He started to rake his nails over her soles, scratching them in circler motions around her silky smooth skin. Beth started whaling with laughter. The gage in her mouth pushed outward against her cries of torment. She fight against her bonds but there was no relief in sight…she had to inure the merciless torture that he was inflicting on her. She was at his will…for as long as he wanted to torture her…Beth had no chance but to submit to his sadistic tickling…she was his slave….he was her master.
To be continued ………
