Author's Note: This is my third story. I have kept past feedback in mind while writing this story. Please don't forget to rate or write a quick review to help me improve, I really do take it into consideration for future stories and I enjoy hearing what you guys like and dislike. Enjoy the story! -Ashley

Chapter 1

Her beautiful, long blonde hair was plastered over her forehead, slightly obscuring the ring gag that was keeping her silent. Her arms grew tired and her nipples became increasingly numb with each passing minute. She struggled to bring her arms down from over her head but it was no use, the chains connecting her handcuffs to the roof were far to secure for even a body builder, let alone a pampered, 18 year old California girl. She could tell he was watching and waiting for his moment to catch her off guard with a painful smack of his leather riding crop. She cried again at the thought of never seeing her parents or her boyfriend again. Right when she became flooded with emotion, the stranger gave a solid smack causing her to scream through her gag. She quickly looked around for the man but he had disappeared behind her once again.

"Stop doing this! Why me! What have I ever done?" She screamed in anger into the blackness, with no reply from the unknown assailant. Just when she began to relax, a searing pain shot into the back of her neck, causing her to blackout.

She sat in her brand new, 2009 BMW X5, after picking a few things for the long trip. With her high school year over just a few days ago, she was now off to university.... almost. Her father was planning on renting her a small house which was just a short distance away from Berkley University. She had wanted to live in a dorm but her father refused, stating that 'it was no environment to be studying civil engineering'. With her body and looks, it seemed like she should be a model, not a civil engineer. But that has been her passion since she was a freshman in High school.

To get herself familiar with her future university, she was about to drive several hours to check out the campus and the house. She could take a plane but because of her fear of flying, driving was the only option.

She screamed in terror when a hand came in from her window and grabbed her shoulder with force.

"Ahhaaa! Oh, dude, the look on your face was priceless, hahahaaa!" Chuckled the teenage male; laughing hysterically while he walked over to the passenger door.

"Oh my god Steve! I can't believe you!" She yelled at him in anger when he got in. "First off, I'm clearly not a dude." She got her point across by pointing at her large breasts and beautiful, long blonde hair. "Secondly, you scared the crap out of me" She gave him a slap on the arm while he did up his seatbelt.

"I'm sorry Nikki, I couldn't help it." He leaned over the seat and kissed her on the cheek.

She smiled "Aww, alright." She put the BMW into drive and pulled away from the store parking lot.

"What are you doing over here anyway?" She asked him, still angry from being startled.

"I just got lunch a few stores down and I saw you sitting there, I couldn't resist scaring you, it was too perfect." He began to laugh again but stopped when she slapped him hard on the arm again. She decided to change topics.

"What are you going to do tonight, Steve?"

"I'm gonna get fucking drunk, what do you think I'm going to do?" Nicole looked over at him and went to give him another slap but restrained herself.

"Watch your language!" She ordered. Even though Nicole seemed like she had a dirty mouth, she never swore and encouraged her friends to follow her example.

"Sorry dude. What are you going to do, you wanna come with me?"

"Stop calling me 'dude'!" She ordered. "No, I don't want to come to another one of your drunken 'dude' parties and have one of your fiends puke all over my dress again."

"Hahaa, oh yeah, that was a good night." Steve said as he reminisced on a past drunken party.

A few minutes later, Nicole flew up her driveway and parked right by the front door. The arguing duo got out and walked up the steps to Nicole's massive 18,000 square foot house.

"Hi sweetie." Nicole's mom said as she got inside.

"Hey mom." Nicole replied, giving her mom a gentle hug.

"Hey Mrs. Long." Steve said politely before giving Nicole's mom a peck on the cheek.

"Nicole, honey. Get ready, your dad wants you to leave in 30 minutes." Her mother said, shifting her attention from Steve back to her daughter.

"Oh... Okay." Nicole said quietly. "Mom... can I take the Sea-Doo? Pleaseeee?" Nicole pleaded with her mom.

"Yes, Nicole. I'll get your dad to put it on the hitch." Her mom replied.

"Awesome! Come on Steve." Nicole took Steve's hand and led him upstairs.

"Your mom looks good today." Steve commented jokingly. Nicole stopped and glared at him with a slight smirk on her face.

"You're sick Steve." She told him before they entered her room.

Nicole's room was light blue with a large flat screen TV, huge walk in closet, massive bed and many other things to fill the space.

"I'm so excited. I can't believe I am finally about to live my dream." She began to pack her bags, making sure that she left nothing out.

"Well, I hope you have fun." That's all he said causing Nicole to stare at him. "Uhhhh, sorry babe but I can't come, I have to go and see my dad tomorrow." He explained himself while feeling the awkward stare from his girlfriend.

"Okay, that's fine. I'll give you a call when I get there. Can you at least help me carry my bags? And by help me, I mean you do it."

"Yeah, sure." He said with a smile.

"Great, but I have to change first." She finished packing her bags and went into the large walk in closet. She brought out a pair of TNA yoga pants and a sweater. Nicole pulled down her small denim cut-off shorts revealing the small black thong she had on underneath.

"Stop staring you pig!" She said jokingly before throwing her cut-offs right into his face. He joked around by smelling them before throwing them right back at her. They both had a good laugh while she pulled up her sexy TNA pants. She pulled off her sweater and her thin tank top to show off her black, laced bra. She put on a small pink T-shirt before going for the door.

"Hurry up with those bags, Steve." She said with a wink.

She made her way downstairs and gave her mom a kiss goodbye before walking out the front door. Her dad was out in the driveway, hooking the Jet Ski up to the trailer hitch.

"Have fun, okay sweetie." Her dad said while giving her a big bear hug.

"You're going to squeeze the life out of me dad. I'll only be gone for a few days, don't worry." Her dad gave her another hug before going back into the house. A few moments later, Steve exited the house, with several bags in hand. He placed them in the back of the SUV before coming up to the driver's side window.

"Have a great time, Nicole. Sorry I can't come; I'll make it up to you when you get back." He spoke softly, stroking her hair.

He leaned in through the window and kissed her, plunging his tongue in to meet with hers. Steve rubbed her hair as he continued to kiss her.

"Have fun." He said again, pulling away from the kiss. She nodded and smiled before pulling away from her house.

Her drive alone was long and boring, with nothing to distract her but her thoughts and the beautiful scenery. She had called the landlord earlier and was relieved to know that he was willing to show her around the house whenever she arrived, no matter how late or early.

She finally arrived and pulled into the short driveway of her future house. It wasn't a big place, not nearly as big as her mansion back in Los Angeles.

She walked inside and was instantly greeted by the landlord. He was very polite and friendly; he made her feel at ease.

"Do you want to stay the night? I understand you are going to see the university tomorrow, you can stay here instead of having to get a hotel room." He offered after giving a full guided tour of the house.

"Sure, I'd loved too!" She couldn't pass up this opportunity and trembled at the idea of spending a night in her future house.

"Enjoy your night; I hope you have a great sleep..." He said strangely before letting himself out. She locked the door as he exited. She was worried about sleeping in a house with old locks, who knows when they were last changed. Nicole had been paranoid since she was a little girl so these old locks scared her to death. She decided to take her mind off of it by watching some TV. After just an hour of lying on the couch, she was sound asleep.

She woke up when she heard a creak near the front door. She slowly rose, rubbing her eyes, to go and see if anyone was there.

"Hello?" She said quietly; nervously walking towards the front door. "Anyone there?" She jumped when she heard the door creak again. She slowly approached the door and checked the locks, they were both secure. "Mr. Demietry? This isn't funny." She asked, thinking it may be the landlord.

"Sometimes, houses just creak and groan." She assured herself out loud. She was about to go back to sleep until something caught her eye. She went and checked the back door and was surprised to find that it was unlocked. She was certain that she locked it before going to watch TV.

She entered the kitchen and sat in front of the phone, contemplating calling the police. Before she could even reach for the phone she was grabbed from behind and wrestled to the ground. Her loud, high pitched screams were muffled when something large and rubbery was shoved behind her perfect, white teeth. She continued to struggle with the unknown assailant but she was no match. She felt a searing pain rip through the back of her head before she blacked out.

She woke up with a large headache and a confused state of mind. What happened? Where am I? She kept going over the scenario and decided to call out for someone. She quickly discovered that calling for help was not possible as the large object still remained in her mouth. She struggled with what felt like handcuffs holding her hands above her head. Her legs were also tied and a dark bag was over her head. She began to sweat and panic. She struggled desperately. It felt like a bad dream but it was far too real to be a dream.

"I only wanted to rob whoever was about to live there, but once I saw your perfect body, stunning legs, pretty face, I couldn't resist doing more then just a petty theft." She jumped and began to scream once again when the stranger touched her spandex covered leg. "Calm down. I have no interest in hurting your stunning figure, as long as you do exactly what I say." The mysterious attacker hissed, touching her leg again. His touch was like it was electric causing her to jump and whine again. "Do you understand, princess?" The stranger yelled.

'This can't be happening, this can't be real!'

The attacker pulled the bag off her head to reveal her frightened, sweat covered face. Her warm tears streaked her make-up and her sweaty head matted and temporarily ruined her once beautiful blonde hair.

She screamed and struggled against her restraints, she couldn't believe this was actually happening. Through her blurred vision, she saw her attacker for the first time. He wore blue jeans, a dark T-shirt and a black balaclava. He wasn't very tall but he was built like a tank. She was relieved that he had at least left her clothes on, giving her the assumption that she had not yet been raped.

"You are gorgeous, even under your current circumstance." He traced his fingers from her thigh up to her chest then in between her large breasts. She shuffled away and screamed into her large, mouth filling gag. He grabbed the ends of her hair and gave them gentle tugs, smiling while he did it.

"I have never felt anything like this; your hair is just so soft, like silk." He continued to pull at her hair playfully. She shook her head in an attempted to loosen his grip but this tactic only ended in failure. He continued to pull at the long strands of blonde hair with increasing strength. She screamed when the tugs went from playful to downright painful; it was almost as if her prized blonde hair was about to be ripped from her skull.

"I wonder how you'll handle this." He let go of her hair before moving for a few items that lay on a table in the corner of the room. Nicole looked up at her straining hands to see a pair of shiny, hinged handcuffs staring her down. The insane man approached her with what she identified as a horse riding crop. He placed it on her stomach and then lightly ran it all over her body. She froze, not knowing whether to scream for help or to struggle and attempt to escape. He gave her a gentle swat which caused her to jump and wail in pain. She struggled to get away which only caused the tight cuffs to dig deeper into her wrists.

"Hahaa, you really are a perfect little princess aren't you? Wait till' I really start my work on you." Fresh tears began to roll down her cheeks, continuing their devastating effect on her make-up. Without warning he pulled down her TNA pants and immediately began to caress her long legs. Her cries and tears said it all; she was terrified. She tried to kick him away but quickly failed when she lost her balance and almost fell over.

"I'm going to move you over to the bed, blondie; I imagine you are pretty tired." He said coldly. She whined and screamed out of fear.

'What does this guy think he's doing? Am I going to die?' Hundreds of thoughts and scenarios were running through her mind, the last thing she wanted to do was sleep. The man exited for a moment and then returned with all of her bags.

"Do you really need all these?" He asked jokingly before dropping them all right in front of her. He opened them up and began to slowly sift through them. He pulled out her panties and thongs first, making sure to smell each one of them.

"Not only are you a princess but your also a slut." He said in response to all the undergarments she had. He then turned his attention over to her expensive Chanel handbag. His eyes, looking up at her almost naked body made her increasingly nervous. She tried pulling her knee up or twisting her body to cover up her black thong that she was wearing.

"What? Are you a little shy?" He got up off the floor and approached his newest pride and joy. His fingers ran over the waist band of her thong before they dipped behind the soft black fabric. She wailed and attempted to pull away but the man had already wrapped his arm around her waist. His fingers rubbed her lips before slipping inside. She moaned, not out of pain or fear but out of pleasure. He gave her some much needed pleasure before removing his fingers and returning his attention to her handbag.

"Iphone... some money, I'll take that." He put her phone and $200 in cash she had into his pocket before continuing his search. "What do we have here? A driver's license. Nicole Long? Is that your rich girl name?" He plunged his hands back into the handbag and pulled out a pair of Chanel sunglasses that she just got for her birthday. He continued searching and found plenty of expensive cosmetic products and a few credit cards. He took everything, including the handbag itself. He got up and wiped away the tears that rolled from her eyes and cleared the few strands of blonde hair that fell in front of her face. "I think mommy and Daddy would be willing to pay a lot to have their little princess back safe." The three beeps from Nicole's Iphone cut into the air. The man pulled it out of his pocket and turned it on.

"Hey babe, having fun yet?" He read aloud.

"You have a boyfriend?" He asked angrily. He pulled out a Swiss Army Knife from his back pocket and flung open the knife.

"Now, stay still." He grabbed the fabric of her T-shirt and began slashing the tight fitting shirt to pieces. He threw the now ruined shirt aside and marveled at the perfectly round breasts resting inside of the black lace bra. She continued to scream; even though she was securely gagged, it was still very audible. He reached up and released each of her wrists from the secure cuffs. With her now freed hands, she slapped him as hard as she could. He responded by punching her in the gut, winding her and dropping her to the ground. He re-cuffed her hands behind her back and pulled on her hair until she stood. He walked her over a few feet to an old mattress and shoved her onto it. Before leaving, he caressed her body and legs one last time. He ignored her cries and continued to take in this beautiful sight.

"I'll see you bright and early tomorrow to have some fun with your stunning body." He informed her before exiting the room, closing the door behind himself.

The second he closed the door, she made her attempt at an escape. She first went to her bag, hoping that she could find something inside that would assist in her escape. She unsurprisingly found nothing but clothes. She groaned with annoyance into her gag before attempting to pull the rubber ball out of her mouth. With her hands cuffed the way they were, this simple task was next to impossible. She didn't let this stop her, she was sure that if she escaped, she would be able to force it out, even if that meant dislocating her jaw. She looked behind herself and discovered just what she was looking for, a covered window. She shuffled over as quickly as her bound feet would allow. She laughed to herself when she discovered that it was covered with only some cardboard and duct tape. She easily pulled it off and her heart sank when she saw what was on the other side. The window was covered with several solid steel security bars and a dark tarp on the other side so she couldn't see out and other people couldn't see in.

She decided to make one last attempt at escape by trying the door to see if it was locked. She was not surprised that it was indeed locked. All this shuffling around, moaning and struggling had made her tied. She moved towards the old, disgusting mattress and slowly set herself down onto it. She closed her eyes and instantly fell asleep.

She started having strange nightmares which seemed far too realistic to be dreams. She was alone, in a dark room, she was completely immobile. No matter how hard she tried, she could not make a sound from her mouth. Even though no one was in sight, the whip kept coming down on her with unforgiving ferocity.

She woke up from the horrors of her nightmares to the terrifying truth. She didn't know what he was going to do to her, whether he was going to keep her as his prisoner, whether he was going to fuck her until he got tired of her, whether he was going to kill her and steal all of her expensive possessions including her brand new BMW. Her thoughts once again ran wild and her body fell into another deep sleep.

In another of her dreams, he legs were brought up to touch her ass only to be tied together with thick leather straps. *Wait, this isn't a dream, this is happening!* Her eyes burst open to realize yet another horrible truth. Her ankles were pulled up to her ass and secured to her thighs with thick leather straps, exactly like in her dream.

"I didn't want to wake you. You just looked too peaceful, and fuckable." He attached a small spreader bar to each thigh cuff, keeping Nicole's legs spread out, which of course left her pussy easily accessible. Just what Nicole had feared, the man was about to fuck her.

"As much as I would love to fuck you, right here and now, I am not going too. If my cum were to stay inside you, the police could use it to track me down, and we wouldn't want that, would we?" Instead, the man produced a large dildo and held it in front of her sweaty face. "I have no lube, sorry princess."

He slipped her thong away from her sex and traced his fingers over her beautifully shaved pussy before going to penetrate her lips with the dildo. She shrieked and shifted away from the dildo before he could insert it. He only smiled.

"Doing it the hard way, huh?" He grabbed one of her thigh straps and pulled her slightly towards him. When he went to insert the dildo again, she attempted to shuffle away but his tight grip on the thigh strap prevented her from doing so. Her eyes widened and tears formed as the head of the dildo penetrated her most private of places. It was rough and painful going in, due to its size and the fact that it had no lube. He finished pushing it inside of her and then returned her thong to its rightful position. She whined with pain, pleasure and frustration through her gag.

She had a dildo back home but it wasn't nearly as big as this one. Her pussy felt like it was about to burst open. Once she became wet with excitement, the dildo became more comfortable which turned it from a torture to a pleasure.

"I think its time you had something to eat." Since walking was impossible, the man lifted her off the bed and set her on the ground, a few feet from a bowl that sat in the corner of the room.

"Crawl!" He yelled. She began to slide over to the bowl, which was far more difficult then she had thought. With her hands cuffed behind her back and her ankles strapped helplessly to her thighs, moving around was extremely difficult and tiring. To make things worse, her constant shuffling caused the large filling dildo to constantly rub against her clit, further stimulating her already wet sex.

When she finally made it to the bowl, she realized that she couldn't eat due to the ball gag. Her pussy was now fully stimulated; her wet thong proved that. She blushed when the man tilted her on her side to inspect the dildo and the thong.

"Wow, I actually think you may be enjoying this." He got up and poured something into the bowl. "That is soup. I expect you to eat all of it and then lick the bowl clean. If you can't complete those simple tasks, you won't have a very pleasant night. He fiddled with the buckle behind her head that held the ball gag in her mouth. The second her mouth was free from the rubbery gag she worked her jaw around to get the feeling back into it before pleading with her captor.

"Sir, please. What are you doing? My parents will pay you, anything you want." As much as he enjoyed hearing her pretty voice, he didn't want to hear her pathetic pleas for mercy. When she went to open her mouth again, he shoved a ring into her mouth and then buckled it securely behind her perfect, white teeth.

"Eat. I'm going to take that nice BMW of yours for a spin and then I'll try out that Sea-Doo that you so kindly brought for me." He headed for the door and all she could do was scream and squirm in her bonds. Each buck caused new sensations to strike her clit which became increasingly soothing. When the man had closed the door she looked into the bowl at its disgusting contents. She had to squirm closer to the bowl in order to dip her head inside to lick it up with her tongue, like a dog. It was as disgusting as it looked, she couldn't possibly finish all of it.

She continued to lick it until she could not take any more. She felt like there was no end to it, the disgusting soup just kept coming back. The blonde laid there, exhausted. She shifted in her bonds which only caused the filling intruder to press against her stimulated clit. She continued to struggle which sent waves of sensations through her wet sex. She continued doing this until she could feel a pleasure wave coming. She climaxed until her body could take no more. She shook and screamed as the greatest orgasm of her life plowed through her. She shot her head back and shut her eyes as she continued to enjoy this moment. For those few seconds of pleasure, nothing else mattered in the world; all her problems had washed away. Drool flowed through the open ring and she could feel a puddle forming underneath her. She couldn't believe she just came, right here on the floor all tied up. She couldn't imagine at how pathetic she must have looked.

She was left lying to stew in her bondage until the man returned, which felt like an eternity.

She jumped in her restraints and let out a little shriek when he quickly opened the door.

"Hello, princess."

'Here we go again.' She thought to herself.

She looked exhausted and her face was red with embarrassment. He looked into the bowl and then turned his attention towards her.

"Didn't want any of my delicious soup?" He picked it up and dumped the remaining contents onto her head. It was cold, goopy, smelly and ruined her once beautiful blonde hair. "Its okay, I have something else you can lick clean." He unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down his legs to sit around his ankles. He eagerly removed his boxers next, pushing them down his hairy legs to join with the jeans. Nicole averted her eyes; she didn't want to look at his erect dick. She could feel him get closer to her. He grabbed her goopy hair and yanked on it to bring her chest and head off the ground. He pushed his dick through the ring and into her mouth. Her eyes shot open when she could tell what was happening. She instinctively started resisting, trying to pull away from his tight grip, trying to shut her mouth in vain. Of course, nothing worked, she was completely helpless.

"Suck it, just like you have before." She had never given a blowjob before; she was repulsed by the idea of having a man's dick in her mouth. It didn't matter now; nothing she could do was going to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. He thrust his member deeper inside her mouth. She gagged and coughed at the salty taste. "Don't act like you haven't sucked before, use that tongue!" He ordered. What choice did she have? She used her tongue and tried her best to suck his dick. His pace picked up and then he pulled her hair to bring her in closer to him. She knew what was coming; she desperately tried pulling away but to no avail. The warm milky substance shot into her mouth and flowed into every crevice. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and then pointed her mouth up in the air, making the cum flow easily down her throat.

"Swallow it." He ordered, giving her no choice in the matter. She tried swallowing but had a bad gag reflex and she began to choke. She tried again and again until she swallowed all of it. He looked inside of her mouth and let go of her hair when there was nothing left inside.

"Slide over to the door." He ordered her. She refused to move, she was too tired to even scream or resist. He returned his boxers and his pants to their rightful position before retrieving a riding crop from the table. He gave her a gentle swat on the ass which caused her to slide towards the door slightly. He gave her another whack, this time a bit harder. He continued to swat her with increasing strength until she moved at a steady pace towards the door.

"Stop." He yelled out as he bent down and inspected the floor where she had been. "Had some fun with your dildo? Spin around." She slowly spun, which put her face right over top of the puddle. The man pressed her nose into.

"Lick it all." At first, she resisted. But when he gave her a few swats with the crop, she changed her mind and began sticking her tongue out of the ring to lick up her juices. She was repulsed by the taste, much like his cum, and immediately choked. The man gave her another sharp, painful swat on the ass. She timidly stuck out her tongue again and continued to lick up her own juices.

"Slide over here." He said to her when she had licked up the puddle. She began sliding over to him but she quickly tired and stopped midway. He got up and grabbed the spreader bar that held her thighs apart, and dragged her over to a table. He first removed her spreader bar followed by the thigh straps that held her ankles in the painfully tight frogtie position. He strapped each ankle to a table leg, forcing her to spread her legs open once again.

"I don't want to have to punch you again, beautiful; stay still." He helped her to stand and then removed her tight, hinged handcuffs. She was grateful that her hands were finally free but she knew it wouldn't last very long. When she could feel him loosen his grip from her wrists she seized the opportunity and pushed him back as hard as she could. It didn't fend him off for very long. He lunged at her, giving her a painful slap across the face. She stopped her struggles from the shock of being hit but that gave him enough time to lay her across the table and cuff her wrists to the table legs. She felt so exposed, spread eagled across the table. She struggled in vain as the man caressed every curve of her smooth, moist body.

He began running the crop lightly over her ass, lower back and then her neck. He gave her a gentle swat causing her to wail in pain as if she had just lost an arm.

"Easy, princess. Let's see how you react when I really get going." He readjusted his footing and then let another swing go, this time much harder. She whimpered and screamed into her gag, all the while trying to escape from her bonds. He stopped his painful assault only to caress her long legs before continuing.

He stopped as quickly as he had begun to set down the whip and pick up a large butt plug. He pushed it between her legs and used her juices to lubricate it before he pushed it into the defenseless blonde's ass. She screamed as loud as her gag would allow when the cold, rubbery intruder was slowly inserted inside of her. The stranger had to use all his strength to push it fully inside of her.

"You are tight." He said coldly before laughing to himself. With each struggle and tug of her bonds, she felt the unforgiving beast inside of her. Her attention was pulled away from the dildo and the butt plug when another smack of the riding crop landed on her already sore ass.

"Now, how about we get down to business?"

Steve stood nervously and impatiently at the front door of the mansion.

"Hey man, how's it going?" Nicole's father said casually with a beer in his hand when he opened the door.

"Hey Mr. Long. I really need to talk to Nicole, is she here?" Nicole's dad gave Steve a blank stare before replying.

"I thought she was in Berkley."

"That's what I thought but I haven't heard from her since she left." Steve explained, somewhat concerned.

"Come to think of it, she hasn't called here." Nicole's father scratched his head before continuing. "You know how she is, she's been gone like this before, she probably just forgot to call." Nicole's dad reassured him.

"But sir, she hasn't texted me back yet; she always has her phone with her and she always replies right away." Steve said as he grew increasingly concerned.

"Go home Steve. If you don't hear from her by tomorrow afternoon, come see me." Steve still wasn't satisfied with this response. It only served to make him more anxious and worried.

The masked man sat in front of the helpless blonde as he played with her damp hair. She kept trying to pull away but he was persistent and kept his grip on her hair.

"What is it? You don't like me?" He held her chin in his hand as he stared deep into her breathtaking eyes. She shook her head and closed her eyes, squeezing out the tears that had formed.

"Ouch, that hurts. So you don't think me and you would end up with each other?" He asked, with a serious tone. She shook her head once again, with her eyes still sealed shut. The man began to laugh as he got up from the chair. He said nothing else as he walked towards the door and left her to her tears. She attempted to struggle but her secure cuffs had no give. She lowered her head down onto the table and continued to cry. The tears poured from her eyes like a leaky hose, to meet with the large puddle of drool that had formed. She mumbled and cursed into her gag before attempting to push it out of her mouth. She managed to wiggle it past her top teeth but getting it completely freed from her mouth was impossible. Her attempts at pushing the uncomfortable ring out of her mouth quickly failed and only caused more drool to flow. She was defeated and she knew it.

'What is this guy going to do? I can't take this much more. Someone has to be looking for me by now.' She was rapidly flooded with various emotions of hope, desperation and depression.

She laid there on the table for the good part of an hour before she heard the deadbolt on the door drawn back followed by the opening of the door. He approached her, with a digital camera in hand and took a sit on the chair in front of her.

"I am guessing that tomorrow your parents will start looking for you and I can imagine that they will create quite a stir about their missing princess. So, why not give them something to talk about?" He stood up and immediately removed the painfully tight ring gag. A stream of drool quickly exited her sore mouth and pooled on the table. It was a relief to have the gag free but she didn't know what to say so she just set her head down on the table out of defeat and exhaustion.

"You don't want to talk, beautiful? Okay then, just listen." He stepped away from her with a smile before proceeding. "I've already taken your credit cards, your phone, designer sunglasses, your handbag, your BMW and Sea-Doo but I am not stopping there." She screamed loudly when he slapped her on the ass with his greasy hand. He walked around in front of her and took a picture of her terrified face.

"How – how can you do this? I'm just an 18 year old girl, le-let me go." She stuttered timidly with tears rolling down her cheeks. He smiled and took yet another picture of her tear soaked face. He took a few more pictures and stopped when he was satisfied that he had enough to help him get what he wanted. He set down his camera and un-cuffed her hands from the table, only to immediately cuff them behind her back with the familiar hinged handcuffs. With her hands secured, it was safe for him to remove the cuffs holding her ankles to the table legs.

He let go of her cuffs in order to lock on a thick, black collar, followed by a chain leash. He slowly pulled out the soaking wet dildo and rubbed it under her nose before throwing it aside. He removed the butt plug next, much to her approval, tossing it aside as well. He began gently tugging on it as he walked towards the bed. She reluctantly followed, she was far too weak to scream, cry or resist her inevitable fate.

"Lie down." He ordered. She slowly obeyed, knowing that she didn't have a choice. Once she had lain down, he locked the chain leash securely to a ring screwed into the wall.

"Can you take these off?" She softly asked, bringing her cuffed wrists around her waist for him to see. "I'm not going anywhere; I don't have to have these on." He took a few steps towards her and took hold of her imprisoned wrists, tightening them in his grasp.

"But you look so hot in them, princess." Warm tears began clouding her vision before they began to roll down her still damp cheeks. He gave her a kiss before leaving her to rest. She struggled as best she could but she was far too exhausted and weak to make a dent in her bonds. She could hardly let out a peep from her un-gagged mouth; her jaw was too sore and stiff.

She quickly found that sleeping wouldn't be as easy as she thought it would be. The blonde tried sleeping on her back with her cuffed hands buried beneath her but the cuffs kept digging into her wrists and back. She tried lying on her side but all of her weight now rested on her arm. No position was comfortable and she found herself adjusting and re-adjusting her position all through the night. No matter which way she lied, the cuffs always found some skin to dig into.

After hours of light sleeping, waking up whenever her body shifted, morning finally arrived. Nicole could hear the man's heavy footsteps descending down the stairs; the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

The door was slowly unlocked and swung open with a quiet moan.

"Rise and shine princess." He yelled out as he continued to walk towards her. By now, her mouth and jaw were no longer sore, now was the perfect opportunity to start talking.

"Listen, I don't know who you are but it would be a good idea to stop while you're ahead." She threatened, trying her best to seem as serious and as tough as possible. The man just stood beside the bed, with a smile on his face. "You're just digging a deeper hole for yourself." She added.

"You aren't going anywhere, until I get what I want." He held up the dildo that she already had the pleasure of being acquainted with. "I picked up some lube last night. I'm giving you a choice, you want me to use the lube, or not?"

"Fuck you! Don't put that thing near me." She yelled defiantly.

"I am giving you the choice to have lube or not on your dildo. What will it be?" She gave him a 'what the hell is your problem' look, before replying.

"Lube." She said timidly, which only made him grin.

"Great choice, princess." He happily said before moving out of view into the corner of the room. He returned a few moments later, with the dildo and a few straps in hand. He set the dildo on the ground before he began strapping her ankles and above the knees. He removed the lock holding her leash to the wall and helped her to stand. He gave the leash a few gentle tugs and she was forced to hop in order to follow him. He walked backwards in order to stare at her tits straining against the bra. Once they got to the middle of the room he locked the leash to a ring in the ceiling

"Sorry you have to stand on your toes, the last play toy I had was taller then you."

"You don't have to do this, just keep me in a closet, my parents will pay you. Why do all this?" She asked while trying to hold back her tears.

"Well, if I did that, we wouldn't have any fun." He ran his fingers through her hair before suddenly pushing the bra up, exposing her breasts.

"No! Please, stop! I'll do anything! Anything!" She begged with her captor. He kneaded her nipples in his fingers causing them to harden almost instantly. He continued squishing and twisting them until they felt like rocks. He quickly applied an alligator clamp to each one, enjoying her facial expressions when each clamp gripped her tender nipples. She let out tiny shrieks of displeasure followed by quiet moans when the pain turned from a sting to a dull ache.

"Get you fucking han-" A large object was once again thrust into her mouth followed by the tightening and the locking of the many buckles. She shook her head and waived her arms in a pointless attempt to free the gag from her mouth.

Once she had calmed down, he dipped his fingers into her wet pussy causing her to moan and almost collapse from this unexpected pleasure. He stopped before she could fully enjoy it. He slowly inserted the large, lubed dildo, pushing the head inside only to withdraw it. He did this a few times before pushing it inside fully. He locked a chastity belt to cover up the intruder before removing her wrists from the unforgiving hinged cuffs. He gave her a wink and then left the room.

She immediately sat down and began removing the straps binding her long legs together followed by the removal of the alligator clamps. She moaned as the blood rushed back to each nipple. She kneaded them in her fingers, to help dull the pain.

"This guy is completely messed up." Once she threw the alligator clamps aside she moved onto the chastity belt and made a feeble attempt to remove it. She stopped when she began feeling a burning sensation all around and inside her pussy. She became more desperate to remove the belt when the burning sensation became increasingly intense. It felt as if it was on fire, she curled her legs up to try and relieve the pain but it only made it worse. She tried to use her hands like a crowbar to push away the chastity belt enough to remove the fiery dildo but she painfully failed. The pain within her once private pussy continued to build to an unbearable, searing pain.


Chapter 2 (added: 07/01/2009)

She paced the room, occasionally adjusting the belt to help ease the burning sensation that was continuing inside of her.

"Get over to the corner of the room." The man yelled through the tiny mail slot sized hole in the door. She complied, still feeling the intense fire inside of her.

The masked man slowly walked inside the room with a tangled mess of leather and straps in hand. She kneeled and tried to pry the belt away from her inflamed pussy but it was no surprise that it wasn't budging.

"I guess no lube would have been a good thing in this case." He said with a chuckle. She screamed as loud as she could through the gag. She continued to scream until he grabbed onto her arm and painfully twisted it behind her back. Her other arm was soon to follow and before she knew it, he was pulling up a single leather sleeve over both her arms. She struggled as he tightened and pulled at the straps and strings. Even though they weren't needed, he added padlocks to each of the straps.

"Why did you put this back on?" He said, pointing to her bra. "There we go, that's better." He said as he cut her bra into pieces, exposing her tits once again. She shrieked and screamed in protest but he ignored her; his mind was currently locked on her ample breasts.

"It's almost like they need something." He said coldly, scratching his head. "Ah! Here we go." He walked over to the table and returned with a pair of clover clamps, which he promptly attached to her hardened nipples. He gave the chain a few tugs, much to her displeasure, before adding little weights to it.

"How's that dildo treating you?" He asked before laughing. "I'm glad that I bought that Icy Hot. I didn't think it would have caused you this much displeasure but I guess I was wrong." He continued to laugh. He stopped laughing when there was a knock on the door.

"Who the hell...?" He slowly turned and inched his way towards the door. Nicole began screaming again, thinking that this may be someone here to rescue her; to save her, like in all the movies.

"Open the damn door!" Screamed a woman on the other side. The man lightened up and quickly moved for the door.

"I got a surprise for you, princess." The door was locked from the inside so he had to fumble with some of his keys before he was able to let the woman in. Nicole slowly stopped screaming when the woman walked into the room.

"Thanks for calling me, it's been a while." She said to the man, who walked up beside her and gave her a kiss. "So, this is the girl I've heard so much about on the news." She asked as she walked towards her.

"Yup, that's her." He confirmed.

"My, my, my, she is a beauty." Nicole stood and backed up until she bumped into the wall. She looked around for a way out but escape was impossible. Nicole attempted to run past the woman but she grabbed onto the clover clamp chain, stopping Nicole's escape dead in its tracks. She let out mewls of pain and struggled to loosen the woman's grip but this only caused the clamps to tighten onto her nipples.

"The more you listen to me, the easier this will be." She said as she stared into the blonde's glossy eyes. "Now, sit down on that perky ass of yours." She ordered. Nicole refused to do what she was told and instead tried head butting the woman. The woman responded by twisting the two clamps.

"Sit." She said once again, still painfully twisting the clamps in her fingers. This time, Nicole listened and slowly collapsed to the floor.

"Don't move." The woman said sternly before walking over to the man who was still standing by the door. Nicole couldn't take her eyes off the woman's 5" stiletto heeled boots. Everything about this woman was different; her fishnet stockings, her leather top, leather skirt, her black satin gloves and the hood/mask she wore to cover up her face. This woman was unlike anyone she had ever seen before.

'How can you wear all those ridiculous clothes?' She thought to herself when the woman stopped to talk to the man. She didn't look very tall but her high heeled boots gave her the illusion of being a giant. Nicole listened carefully to try and eavesdrop on what they were talking about.

"Do you need anything to make her a little more 'comfortable'?" The man asked the woman quietly.

"Yeah, get her something to eat. Poor thing looks like she's starving."

"Umm... okay..." The man gave her a kiss on her masked cheek before leaving the room.

"Now, what should I do with you?" She said before slamming the door closed, causing Nicole to jump and whimper. The woman locked the door and slowly walked towards the terrified blonde. "Kiss them." She said while looking down at her boots.

'You can't be serious!' She thought to herself, refusing to kiss the woman's boot. Nicole didn't even know how that was possible, seeing as she was gagged by a big rubber ball. Before she had time to react, Nicole's blonde mane was grabbed and her head was forced towards the intimidating black boots.

"Go ahead, what are you waiting for? Kiss them!" Nicole timidly moved forward and tried to kiss them with her gagged lips. Her drool flowed past her gag and poured onto the boots. She blushed at the fact that she was being forced to do something so ridiculous.

"Very good." She beamed with satisfaction. "You made a little mess, but that's okay." The woman bent down, taking a handful of the blonde's hair and used it as a rag to wipe away the drool on her boots.

"You can stand now, princess." She moaned quietly before attempting to stand. By now, the burning sensation inside of her pussy turned to a dull ache and only sparked to life when she began to move. Standing was not as easy as she had thought, with her arms plastered together behind her. Once she was standing on her unstable legs, the woman took hold of the clover clamp chain and moved her towards the bed. The short walk to the bed had reactivated her 'lube'; it had begun to burn again. She sat on the bed, shifting her legs and moving her hips to help ease the pain. The woman bent over, putting her face inches from Nicole's.

"I'll make you a deal." She whispered. "I will replace that dildo you have inside of you for something that will be more... fun." Nicole jumped at the chance to have this fiery monster removed from her. The strangely dressed woman took a few keys from her skirt pocket and used them on the chastity belt that contained the dildo. Nicole let out a sigh of relief when the dildo easily slid out of her pussy.

"Wow, you smell." The woman commented, referring to the scent coming from Nicole's wet pussy. She placed her fingers inside Nicole's pussy and moved them around a bit before pulling them out. "That's a really strong smell. See?" She wiped her finger under Nicole's nose, causing her to mewl and groan in displeasure as the overwhelming scent of her juices stuck right under her nose. Nicole was still concentrating on her own smell when the woman gave her leash a gentle tug. She followed the woman, knowing she had no choice.

The woman unlocked a door that Nicole had not previously noticed. Nicole feared what lay behind this door; knowing that it couldn't be good. To her complete surprise, it was actually a bathroom, complete with a shower and bathtub.

"I want you to be in perfect, pristine condition for me." The woman slowly removed the clover clamps. Nicole groaned as the feeling returned to them. "You can't get away from me, so don't even try. I have had my fair share of dealing with girls like you." The woman locked Nicole's leash to a ring in the wall before she removed the blonde's gag. "There you go, isn't that nice? You see what I can do for you when you do as I say."

"Who are you!?" Nicole asked angrily.

"You are not in the position to be asking questions."

"The hell with that! You have to let me go, don't get yourself involved with this... this freak!" She yelled.

"Shhh, I think he can hear you. You wouldn't want to hurt his feelings, would you?" The woman gripped and kneaded Nicole's nipples before twisting and pulling them.

"St-stop. No- no more." She pleaded. She let out a sigh of relief when the woman released her grip on her nipples, only to thrust her fingers into Nicole's unsuspecting pussy. The blonde teen moaned and slowly fell to her knees. She thrust her hips towards the stranger, attempting to increase the pleasure. She thrust faster and moaned louder when she could feel the wave building inside of her.

"Are you going to listen to me?" The woman asked, while still pleasuring the blonde. Nicole nodded and moaned as she continued to thrust her hips. "Are you going to do as I say?" Once again, Nicole nodded her agreement. The woman's fingers worked their magic as Nicole's orgasm continued to build. She thrust her hips one final time before she was washed away with pure bliss. Her moaning was uncontrollable and loud as she was overtaken with one of the best orgasms of her life. When she finally realized what she had just done, her face went red with embarrassment.

"Don't you feel better now?" The woman asked. "Was that your first time with another girl? You're looking a little red." The woman took out a small key and began unlocking the locks on the armbinder. She loosened the straps and then slid the armbinder off. The woman backed out of the room and locked Nicole inside.

For a few seconds, Nicole sat in shock. This whole thing was like a nightmare, she just wanted to wake up to find herself in her big warm bed. She moaned as she attempted to stand on her weak legs but she fell back down onto her ass. Getting back up was harder then she would have thought but she managed to do it after a few attempts.

She leaned into the shower and turned on the hot water. She carefully stepped into the shower. Her legs were so weak it was as if she was a baby, taking her first steps.

Nicole was the kind of girl that took forever in the shower and this time was no different. She took her time using all the soaps and conditioners that were there.

She stepped out of the shower and turned off the water. She quickly picked up a towel and dried herself off. She wrapped the towel around her damp body before she took a pee. These past days she had been forced to go to the bathroom on the floor, which would explain the wet spots that were scattered around the room. The loud knock on the door snapped her back to reality.

"Times up." The woman said on the other side. The door swung open a few seconds later and the woman carefully walked in. As Nicole stood there, the woman locked some handcuffs onto the chain leash and then locked her wrists into them. The leash was unlocked from the wall before Nicole was tugged and pulled out of the bathroom until she stood in the middle of the room.

"Stay." The woman said, as if she were talking to a dog. She walked over to a pile of items and picked out what looked like another dildo attached to a small box with a few wires. She set it down in front of Nicole before returning to the pile. She pulled out a length of rope and walked towards the blonde, setting in down in front of her. Nicole was dreading what was coming; she didn't want another dildo shoved inside of her.

"Not another one of those... things. Please." Nicole spoke softly.

"I am afraid you don't have a choice, we had an agreement." She bent down and picked up the dildo shaped object. "Stay still." Nicole began backing away from the crazed woman but all hope was lost when the woman grabbed onto the leash and drew her in.

"Please, stop." Nicole pleaded but her pleas fell on deaf ears; the metallic dildo was forced inside of her. She moaned loudly as she took in the monstrous metal dildo. The woman wrapped the rope around Nicole's waist and then between her legs, securing the dildo inside of her. When the woman was satisfied that the dildo was secured, she picked up the leash and the box attached to it and walked Nicole over to the bed.

"Are you full?" The woman asked jokingly, taking notice to the way Nicole was walking.

Nicole took a seat on the edge of the bed while the woman locked the leash to the bed frame. She walked to the pile of things and returned with a sub sandwich and a large bottle of water. The woman sat down beside the blonde and set the small box attached to the dildo on her lap. She played with knobs and little buttons before unwrapping the sandwich.

"We are going to play a game. I can imagine you are hungry, but is it really worth it?" The masked lady placed the sub sandwich into Nicole's cuffed hands. Nicole thought about it, unsure of what was going to happen.

"Go ahead, its okay." She assured her. She was so hungry but she knew something was up. Without any more thought, Nicole took a big bite, which was followed by a sharp shock in her pussy. She shrieked loudly, dropping the sub onto the ground and spitting out almost all of the food that was in her mouth.

"With each bite you take, I will give you a shock. The shocks will become increasingly painful." The woman gave Nicole another small shock. "I suggest you eat as much as you can, this will most likely the last thing you will eat in a while." The masked woman bent over and picked up the sub; she held it in front of the blonde's mouth. "Now, how about another bite?"


Chapter 3 (added: 02/27/2010)

Nicole thought about it for a few moments, pondering whether eating would be worth enduring the painful shocks that would inevitably follow. Without putting much more thought into it, Nicole opened up wide to take another bite. At this point, she was starving and would do almost anything to get something to eat. As promised by her wicked captor, her mouthful of food was quickly followed by a shock. She let out a shriek as loud as the previous one but did not spew out as much food.

As she neared the end of the sub sandwich, the woman increased the intensity and the length of the shocks. Nicole's pussy screamed with a mix of pain, discomfort and pleasure but her stomach continued to growl as if it was saying 'keep eating'. Her mind was in the middle of this tug of war, she didn't know what to do.

She gave into her stomach's demands and took another bite. The shock that soon followed caused Nicole's weak body to slump off the bed, onto the floor.

"Calm down princess. It wasn't even at half power, you're just over exaggerating." The woman commented.

"Why me?" Nicole asked in between sniffles.

"I guess snack time is over, huh?" The woman spoke softly; stroking Nicole's perfectly washed hair. "Have a drink." She said, holding the bottle of water up to Nicole's mouth.

"No! I don't want anything else." Nicole yelled, sealing her mouth shut.

"It's okay, I won't shock you." The woman spoke softly. She set the control box on the ground and continued to hold the water up for Nicole to drink. The timid blonde slowly and cautiously opened her mouth, ready to shut it at any sign of trouble. She carefully took the bottle of water in her cuffed hands and had a few sips.

When she was finished, Nicole set the bottle down onto the ground. With that, the woman stood up and walked the control box as far away as the wire would allow. She then walked back towards Nicole; key in hand. Nicole's handcuffs were unlocked from her wrists and fell to the floor with a cling. She relished the feeling of being freed once again and gently rubbed her hands over her slightly chafed wrists. The woman walked over to the corner of the room and returned with a few things in her hands which she set down in front of Nicole.

"We're going to do something interesting and different now. I want you to tie yourself, I don't care how, just make it tight." She commanded as she walked over to the control box. "If you disobey, take too long or don't do a good enough job... well, I think you can guess what will happen." She picked up the control box and placed her hand over the dial.

"What! Why would I want to tie myself? You're crazahhhh!" She shrieked when the dildo came to life.

"You no longer have a say in your life, you listen to me. Now, do it!" Nicole contemplated her predicament, taking her time to think about all her options. She picked up the few straps and looked them over. She swallowed her pride as she tightened a strap around her ankles. She wrapped another one above her knees and pulled it tight before finally reaching for the handcuffs. She brought both her hands behind her back and cuffed them together, completing her bondage.

"No, no, no. This won't do at all." The woman said with an annoyed tone. She grabbed Nicole's loose ankle strap and tightened it further before adding a padlock onto the buckle. She did the same for the strap above Nicole's knees before picking up some clover clamps from the floor. Nicole attempted to dodge the pinch of the incoming clamps but there was nowhere to go, this was her fate whether she liked it or not. The woman kneaded and flicked the blonde's nipples until they became hard with excitement. She smiled as she slowly applied each clamp, enjoying the facial expressions and moans coming from the helpless girl.

"No more... please. You don't have to add any more, I'm not going anywhere. If you let me go, I promise I won't let you get in trouble with the police." Nicole pleaded with the seemingly emotionless woman.

"But I haven't done anything wrong sweetie." She spoke softly. "Now, how about a gag?" She asked, holding up a pink trainer gag for Nicole's inspection.

"Fuck you!" Nicole screamed in protest before sealing her mouth shut. The woman let out a sly smile before heading for the control box for Nicole's shocking intruder. She picked it up and walked back towards the blonde; whose mouth was still sealed shut. She set the controls at its lowest setting before turning it on. A small whimper escaped out from behind Nicole's sealed mouth. The woman continued to slowly turn the dial, increasing the strength of the shock. As the shock continued to increase, Nicole's pain and discomfort began to show.

"You will be wearing this gag whether you like it or not." The woman attempted to convince her. "Give in; I am not going to stop until this gag is in your mouth." She continued to turn the dial until Nicole finally cracked. Her mouth burst open and she shrieked as loud as she could. The woman wasted no time, quickly shoving the gag into Nicole's mouth and tightly fastening all the straps. The blonde reacted quickly and attempted to push the large rubber ball out of her mouth but she was too late; the woman had already secured the gag and was in the process of locking the buckles with tiny padlocks. In her struggle, Nicole temporarily forgot about the electro dildo inside of her. With the struggle now over, her mind drifted back to the shocking intruder.

"I'll turn it off when I finish with you." The woman soothed, turning the dial down on the control box to a level that wouldn't be too uncomfortable, but still annoying. Nicole was forced to lie helplessly on her stomach as her ankles were strapped to her thighs. A chain was attached to the ring on top of her gag trainer before it was pulled tight and locked to her ankle straps. Finally, the woman slid a belt under Nicole and wrapped it around her waist. The handcuffs were then locked to the belt.

"There, isn't that much better?" The woman asked, standing back to admire her handiwork. Nicole made as much of an effort as possible to draw attention to the uncomfortable intruder.

"Oh, I'm sorry, can you speak up. I can't understand you." The woman giggled. Nicole bucked and struggled in her bonds but this only increased her fatigue. She quickly submitted to her bonds and stopped her struggles.

"Are you going to be quiet now?" The woman asked. Nicole tried to shake her head up and down but the chain attaching her gag to her ankles made this task very difficult.

"Are you going to be quiet?" The woman asked again impatiently. Nicole began to sweat and tears welled in her eyes as she became desperate for the woman to stop the shocks. The woman bent down and saw the fear in the blonde's ocean blue eyes. She let out a few little giggles as she stroked Nicole's gorgeous blonde hair.

"If you have a boyfriend, he is a very lucky guy." She commented. The mention of her boyfriend brought tears to her eyes as Nicole wondered if she would ever have the chance to see him again. "I want you all to myself." The woman spoke softly, moving in closer. "I just want to take you away, and keep you." The woman continued to move for the blonde's gagged lips, seemingly wanting a gagged kiss.

"Bed time." She abruptly said, standing up and heading for the door, turning off the dildo on her way out. "Good night." She shouted back as she closed the door and locked it for the night. For a few minutes, Nicole just lay there in complete shock, not knowing what to do.

'She has to come back, she has to! How can she expect me to sleep like this, she has to come back for me!' Nicole assured herself.

With each passing minute, she lost hope that the woman would eventually return.

Nicole could feel a sickness come on as she lay completely helpless on the ground. It started with a minor queasy feeling in her stomach. A few minutes later it seemed to travel up to her head; she began to feel light headed. What felt like 10 minutes later, the lightheaded feeling seemed to spread throughout her body. It felt like she was walking on a cloud; she no longer felt any pain or discomfort whatsoever. Her eyes began to shut as a sudden urge to sleep hit her like a brick wall. She fell asleep before she could figure out what was going on.

Her brain screeched and her body ached as if she had just woke from a long night of partying and she was experiencing the worst hangover of her life. As she regained her senses she became more aware of her current situation. She was no longer lying on the floor; she was now standing up with her hands cuffed above her head. The devilish shocking dildo had been removed. She looked around to find nothing but darkness surrounding her. The large rubber ball must have been replaced by a different gag; she could now breathe freely. She could feel the presence of someone walking around her, but because of the darkness, she could not see anything.

Without warning, some sort of whip came down on her ass. She screeched and tried to spot the person that did it too her.

'Was the man back? Was it the crazy woman or was someone else here, joining their sick game?' She was caught off guard once again with another smack, this time on her tits. She yelped and struggled in her bonds; whoever it was, they could do whatever they wanted. The thought of her complete helplessness terrified and somewhat aroused her. Her mind drifted off in thought only to be brought back to reality when her tits and ass were whipped simultaneously. Suddenly, almost as if it was magic, the gag dropped from her mouth and onto the ground.

"Stop it! Enough!" She screamed into the darkness around her.

She began to relax after a few minutes of silence only to become nervous when she could hear movement all around her. She panicked, struggling and bucking in her inescapable bonds. A sharp sting hit the back of her neck and before she could scream out again, she slowly lost consciousness.

She burst her eyes open, scanning the entire room in seconds. The woman was back and was standing at the foot of the bed. Nicole was back in her hogtie position with the gag locked on, the dildo still inside of her and the clamps still firmly attached to her nipples.

"Wow, it seemed like you were having a pretty bad dream." She said softly. Nicole was sweaty and terrified; she struggled when the woman approached her. Small whimpers passed her gag when the woman traced her fingers over Nicole's exposed body.

"How would you like to leave this place and come with me?" The masked woman whispered quietly so the man couldn't hear. Nicole didn't want to go with this woman, she was being held against her will after all. But, the more she thought about, the woman was a lot nicer than the man. Nicole reluctantly nodded her head; tears formed in her eyes as she thought about what she was getting herself into.

"Good answer, cutie." The woman hissed quietly before moving in to kiss Nicole's gagged lips. She abruptly stopped before making contact with Nicole's luscious lips and turned to look at the door. She stared at it for a few moments, as if she heard something, before turning to look at her slave.

"I'll be right back." She whispered before standing. "Don't you go anywhere." She added with a giggle. The woman cautiously inched her way towards the door as if she was expecting someone to burst through. She pressed her ear against it, listening for movement on the other side. After a few seconds of silence she was satisfied that no one, more specifically the man, wasn't listening in on them. She returned to her blonde prize and sat next to her. She looked deep into Nicole's ocean blue eyes, as if she was reading into her soul. The silence was broken when the door was unlocked and swung open. The man now stood just inside the room, not saying a word. The woman gave Nicole a pat on the head and stood up to go and stand beside the man.

At first, their conversation was inaudible, but as it went on the man and the woman got angrier with each other and Nicole could begin to make out what they were saying.

"You don't know what you're talking about anymore Mark, just go back upstairs and keep sitting on your ass, let me handle her."

"Don't forget who you're talking to, you ungrateful bitch!"

"I'm not your girlfriend anymore, you can't tell me what to do." The woman countered back.

"I taught you everything you know about bondage, your success as a dome is because of me."

"Then let me use what you taught me. In a few days I'll be done with her and you will have your very own, trained slave." The man thought for a moment. He became hard at the thought of Nicole being his slave; scantily dressed and pleasing him in every way imaginable.

"Okay... fine." With that, he turned and left the room.

"Sorry you had to listen to that little fight, sweetie." She shut the door and locked it." He used to be my boyfriend years ago, taught me everything I know." She slowly walked towards the helpless blonde. "He was a nice guy when we first met but he... changed." She slowly sat down beside Nicole and ran her fingers through her hair. "You probably heard him talking," she began to whisper, "he wants to keep you, he wants you to become his slave." The woman removed the ball gag trainer harness from Nicole's mouth and placed it on the floor beside her, then she removed the straps binding Nicole's ankles to her thighs.

"Th-thank you." Nicole said timidly. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked down at the floor in defeat. The woman cupped her chin and gazed into the blonde's icy blue eyes.

"He wants to keep you for as long as possible, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to keep you for the rest of your life. But of course, that isn't possible. My guess is that by now the police are out in full force, looking for you. And with your family's money and influence with some high up political figures, they won't stop until you're found. It's only a matter of time." She continued to look deep into her eyes. "I am not planning on letting that happen though. I'll be right back." The woman leaned in and gave Nicole a quick kiss on the cheek before getting up and leaving the room, locking the door behind her.

Nicole lay there immobile, contemplating her situation and what was to come of her. She didn't want to be with either of these 'people', she just wanted to go home and see her family.

A few more minutes passed before the woman returned. She approached the bound blonde with desire in her eyes and helped her to her feet.

"Stay." She commanded as if she were speaking to a dog. The woman brought over a chair for Nicole to sit on. "Sit." She ordered again. Nicole did what she was told without a second thought. "I have a little idea in mind that I think you might be interested in."

"Are you letting me go?" Nicole asked with a quiver.

"Hahaha, no. Not yet at least."

"Please, just let me go. You've had your fun, I – I just want to go home." Nicole pleaded, tears once again forming in her eyes.

"Shhh, he'll hear us." She began to whisper. "I'm going to get you out of here, tonight."

"Tha-thank you so much."

"I have a place in mind, my house, to be exact. We're gonna go there; I want to have a little more fun with you before I let you go."

"Please, no, I've been through enough."

"I promise, this time you're going to have fun too." Without warning, the woman gently dipped her finger into Nicole's unsuspecting pussy. Nicole could do nothing more than moan in pleasure. The woman continued working her magic as she whispered seductively into Nicole's ear. "I just want to have my fun for a couple more days, maybe not even that. You come with me; I let you go when I'm done." Nicole's pussy became increasingly wet as the woman continued to finger her. "Or, I could leave you here." Just as Nicole was approaching her edge, the woman pulled out her finger, much to Nicole's displeasure. "And let Mark have you, the choice is really up to you." Nicole continued to moan as her climax disappeared.

"Okay, I'll go with you." The blonde whispered in defeat.

"I'm glad to hear it." She whispered as she stood up and slowly began to circle the blonde. "Mark has left already to get himself something to eat. We're going to leave as soon as I get you ready."

The woman began preparing Nicole for transport, first she took off all Nicole's restraints and locked her collar to a ring in the floor, to be sure she wouldn't attempt an escape. She gave Nicole a long skirt to put on and a tank top.

Once Nicole was dressed, the woman locked a pair of thigh cuffs above her knees, which only allowed her limited, hobbled movement. The skirt came down to her knees so it covered her cuffs. Next came a lockable bondage belt which had handcuffs attached to the back. The defeated blonde offered no resistance as the woman gently pulled her hands behind her back and locked them into the awaiting cuffs. The woman gently nibbled at Nicole's ear and neck as she slowly lifted up her skirt. She began rubbing her fingers around Nicole's pussy before pushing them inside.

"Hmmm, someone's wet." She whispered. "I think you're beginning to enjoy this." She continued to work her fingers around until Nicole once again approached her climax.

"Ple – please, don't stop this time." Nicole pleaded. The masked woman continued on for a few more seconds before finally pulling out.

"No, no! Keep going, please." Nicole stuttered.

"No, there will be plenty of time for this later, princess." The final piece for Nicole was a gag. "Open wide." The woman said as she approached the girl with the large ball gag. Once again, Nicole didn't put up a fight and opened her mouth obediently.

"It's raining outside so you won't look out of the ordinary by wearing this." She wrapped an oversized raincoat over Nicole, buttoned it up and flipped up the hood. "Looks like we're all set, I'll put a blindfold on you when we get to the car in the garage." The woman took a tight grip through the raincoat of Nicole's arm and led her towards the door. She already had the key to the door in her hand so they could leave the basement prison. Just as she unlocked and opened the door she stopped in her tracks; Mark was on the other side, staring them down.

"Mark, what are you still doing here? I thought you were getting something to eat." She stuttered, shocked to see that he hadn't left.

"I was going to but this is far more interesting. Get back into the room." He commanded with a firm tone. The woman did as she was told, still in shock that her plan is now ruined. He shut the door and smiled.

"Think you can outsmart me Michelle?" He asked.

"No sir, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Do you take me for an idiot? It looks like you're going somewhere." He spoke with an increased level of anger and aggression in his voice. "Are you going somewhere with my new slave girl?"

"No, of course not." She responded.

"Very well, I gave you a chance but you want to keep lying to me." Without warning he punched Michelle in the gut causing her to fall to the ground, out of breath. "I didn't have to do that, you could have just told me what you were planning on doing with her." Mark grabbed onto Nicole's arm through the rain jacket and pushed her away from the door hard enough to knock her to the ground. "Stay on the ground princess; I'll get to you in a minute." Michelle finally caught her breath and slowly rose to her feet.

"You son of a bitch! You can't fucking hit me like that!" She yelled angrily.

"Sweetheart, watch the language. We don't want to scare Nicole now do we?" He spoke softly, underplaying the situation. He quickly grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back.

"Let go of me you fuck!" She screamed. He pushed her over to a table where cuffs, toys, and gags were waiting and picked out a pair of hinged cuffs. She tried to resist him but she couldn't put up much of a fight; he managed to easily snap the restrictive cuffs onto her wrists.

"What now you piece of shit?" She hissed.

"Shut your mouth slut." Without much warning and with brutal force, he pushed her onto her stomach and put pressure on her back to keep her in place. He caught one of her flailing ankles and locked a leather cuff onto it and then did the same for the other.

"Get off me you prick, what are you doing?" She screamed. He ignored her and locked a 3' spreader bar onto her cuffs. As he was busy with Michelle, Nicole seized the opportunity to try and get out of this place. She slowly stood up, trying to make as little movement as possible as to not draw attention to herself. Mark still had his hands full with Michelle; she was putting up quite the fight. This gave Nicole the chance to slowly move to the door, once there, opening it was another story. She turned her back to the door so her cuffed hands could try and get a grip on the knob through the thick rain coat. She tried once but her hands simply couldn't get a grip on the knob through the coat, before she could try again she noticed Mark getting up and heading towards her. She fumbled with the knob to try and get it open but it was no use. He grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her over to Michelle; who had been put into a strenuous hogtie. A chain had been wrapped around her cuffs and attached to an eye bolt on the centre of the spreader bar, yanking her arms back mercifully. A panel gag was placed over her lips and it was obvious there was something else behind it to help muffle her screams.

He maintained his grip on her neck as he circled around to take off the rain coat. With his one free hand, he undid the buttons and threw the rain coat aside. He quickly ripped her thin tank top with his hands, exposing her breasts. Tears formed in her eyes as he worked his way down and took off her skirt. He shoved her now nude body to the ground and removed his pants as well as his underwear, exposing his rock hard dick. His shirt was next to go before he mounted Nicole and smiled.

"I'm going to enjoy this."


Chapter 4

Fresh tears streamed from her face as Mark got up off of her, the lust and desire still remained in his eyes.

"You're a good fuck princess; I don't know why I didn't do it earlier." He pulled up and buttoned his jeans, as he continued to stare at the defenseless blonde that lay shaken in front of him. He peered down at his watch before heading back up stairs, leaving the basement door open.

It didn't take long for him to return with what appeared to be a block of ice and some string in hand. Without acknowledging his newest captive's cries of discomfort, he began tying the block of ice with the attached string to the light fixture in the ceiling.

"I think you know what this is, Michelle." He spoke as he finished off the knot. "This is an ice release method, mainly used for self bondage; do you remember those days?" He asked, now finished the knot and standing above Michelle. She still had plenty of fight in her and wasn't going to give up this easily; moaning and struggling in her bonds.

"Of course you remember, sweetie. When the ice melts, the key will fall down; only problem is there is one key, and two of you." He spoke with an evil grin. "This key will work for both the locks on your wrist cuffs, but I wonder who will get the key first." He walked over to the motionless blonde, still shaken from the recent events, and kneeled down beside her.

"Nicole, I'm sure you want some revenge on Michelle before you turn her over to the police, just think of all those things she did to you. And she loved it!" He hissed.

"Michelle" he said, standing up and heading back over towards her. "This is your chance to have the slave of your dreams, if you can get the key first when it falls, she will be all yours." His words were like venom as he tried to turn the women against each other, and it was working.

"What do you ladies think?" He asked as he bent down and removed Michelle's panel gag. She immediately spat out the panties that were in her mouth.

"Where the fuck are you going to go Mark? I'm going to turn you in the second I get a chance; you're going down with me!"

"By the time this ice melts I'll be long gone." He said as he gently removed Nicole's gag. Mark stood and waited for the blonde to say something but got nothing.

"What do you think slut?" He asked, giving her a nudge to the leg.

"Why? Haven't you done enough to me, haven't you ruined my life enough?" She said in-between sniffles. "I don't want to play this stupid game of yours, just let me go." Her pleas went on deaf ears.

"Now that's not very fun; you want freedom and she wants a slave, it seems you two have conflicting goals." He chuckled "it's a shame I can't be around to watch this, you ladies have fun and good luck!" With not so much as another word he shut the basement door and his steps could be heard heading up the stairs.

The front door slammed shut a few minutes later, leaving the two bound women in complete silence. Neither was saying anything to the other; they both just laid there motionless in their bonds.

"Nicole, I'm so sorry that it had to come to this, I had no ide-" The silence was finally broken.

"Shut up! You have no idea how it feels, you could have stopped at any time, you could have said no! But you didn't, you just used me for your own pleasure and enjoyment!" She cut in, causing the mistress turned slave to jump in her hogtie.

"I know, I know sweetie. That's why that key is all yours. When it falls, I'm going to let you have it. Then you can do whatever you want to me." She seemed to have lost her dominant edge, ashamed with her own actions.

"Seriously? You would do that for me?" She asked softly, touched by this sign of submission from the turned mistress.

"Yes, you can have it. You have your whole life ahead of you, a successful life; I'm not about to drag you down with me just so I can have my fun." A tear escaped her eye as she thought about how her life as she knew it would be over if she went through with this. She was certain she would go to jail for the rest of her life, only seeing daylight for about an hour each day. Nicole began inching her way over to the hanging block of ice, eagerly waiting for it to start melting.

She shifted over when the first drop of cold water hit the back of her neck, sending involuntary shivers throughout her body.

"Ask them to go easy on me; this wasn't my idea in the first place." Michelle asked softly. She tried adjusting herself to find a comfortable position but she wasn't going to find one in her tight hogtie. "I will help the police find him; he won't get away if I have anything to say about it."

"I just... just let me get out of these cuffs first. All I want to do is go home." Nicole didn't know if this was a trick or not, she didn't know if the man would return any second, so she didn't get her hopes up.

About an hour passed by, the bound women made nothing more than small talk. Nicole was starting to see that Michelle wasn't that bad of a person, she just got involved with the wrong kind of people.

"So did you used to do this to yourself, like tie yourself up?" Nicole timidly asked the hogtied woman.

"Yes, I've been tying myself up for a while now. It turned me on so much and I couldn't figure out why. The more I did it though, it started to get boring. That's when I found Mark and that's when I started finding bondage exciting again."

"Seems like a weird thing to get turned on about." Nicole blushed as she tested her bonds.

"Yeah that's what I thought too! But now I find handcuffs, gags and ropes just heaven." Michelle closed her eyes as she pulled at her hogtie, she began thrusting her hips into the ground. Nicole looked on in half disgust and half interest.

"Fuck!" Michelle shouted out. "That asshole didn't put a dildo inside me, how am I supposed to get off!" She aggressively yanked at her cuffs, screaming in vain. "I swear to god Mark, I'll find you!" She broke down in tears, she didn't know what else to do, her life was done. In between sobs Michelle heard that distinctive 'cling' of the keys hitting the floor. She looked up and met eyes with the blonde. "Take it sweetie, it's all yours." Michelle said before she continued to cry.

Nicole shuffled over to where the keys were and took them in her nervous hands. She fiddled with them before unlocking her first wrist cuff. She almost broke out in tears of joy but contained herself long enough until her 2nd wrist was free. She quickly unlocked and removed the belt as well as her hobble cuffs. It was almost too good to be true; this nightmare was almost over for her.

Nicole stood, relishing the feeling of finally having freedom of movement. She slowly walked the room, not knowing what to do next.

"I'm sorry sweetie." Michelle said from her current hogtied position. "It wasn't my intention to hurt you, I just wanted to have some fun."

Nicole didn't say a word; she simply approached the table where most of the toys and cuffs sat. She ran her fingers over every item, not knowing how to feel or react about them; just a few hours ago these were being used on her. The blonde teen covered herself up by putting on a skirt and a tank top that was out of her bag.

"What are you going to do?" Michelle asked, anxious to know her fate.

"You don't deserve to be let free, I should leave you here to die." Nicole spoke as she approached the defenseless dome. "You don't know what it's like!"

"I know, I know and I'm sorry for that. But it's not me you want, its Mark that has done all this to you." As much as Nicole didn't want to think about it, Michelle was right. She wasn't the main person to blame for all of this.

"I think I'm going to call the police now, tell them I'm okay. I finally get to go home." With that she headed up the basement steps and tracked down a phone. The place was a complete dump but she managed to find a phone beside a bunch of newspapers. Her face was on the front page with the headline "Abducted". It made her want to break down in tears but she held off long enough in order to dial 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"


Chapter 5

The police arrived within minutes to the house, freeing Michelle only to then put her in handcuffs and place her in the back of a police car. Everything seemed too surreal to Nicole, she didn't know what to think about all of this. The detectives were bombarding her with questions, wasting no time to try and track down Mark; they weren't about to let him get away. She answered as clearly as possible in her foggy state of mind.

She was quickly swooped away, before the media got word of the new development of this story. Everything was going at light speed, but all she wanted was to be back at home with her family.

Nicole's arrival back to the police station was quick, everything was very controlled and she was isolated from the public.

"Miss Long, I'm detective Jamison, I'm the head detective for your case. We've already notified your parents that we've found you and they're on their way now but is there anything else you'd like while you wait?"

"No, I'll just wait till they get here."

"Would you like to contact them and speak with them?" He offered.

"No, I'll wait." She responded quietly.

"You don't know how hard we've been looking for you Nicole. We're all very relieved that you're safe." He spoke as he headed to the door of the comfortable office. "If you need anything just let us know" He said before closing the door to give her some privacy.

Nicole still had the sensation of handcuffs around her wrists. Even though she was completely free and fully clothed, she couldn't help but feel naked without anything holding her down.

She sat quietly in a comfortable leather chair, looking forward to the warm embrace of her family. She wasn't counting the time down but she knew that they must be arriving shortly.

A few more minutes later and her wish came true, bursting through the door was her mother; with tears of joy. It didn't take Nicole long to follow suit, breaking out into tears as well. They met in the middle of the room, not saying a word to each other. The constant hugs and kisses were saying more than enough. Nicole's father was right behind her, wrapping his arm around Nicole, a small tear escaping his eye.

"Are you crying dad?" Nicole asked, slightly giggling.

"What... uhh, no, just allergies." He said as he quickly wiped away his tear and smiled. Nicole couldn't believe it, her nightmare was over and she was dropped back into reality.


Two Years Later

Nicole quickly entered into her house and locked the door behind her, she was eager to get her nights plans underway. She threw her backpack onto the floor beside the door, her math and engineering homework could wait.

The stunning blonde did a quick walk around the house, making sure all doors and windows were locked. Once satisfied the area was safe she quickly rushed to her room on the main floor.

She squirmed out of her skinny jeans, revealing her pink thong with black trim. She then took off her sweater and threw it aside; next to go was her tight fitting Hollister t-shit. Her mouth watering boobs sat inside a matching pink bra with black trim. She slid her thong down her legs and instantly reached for the base of the dildo that was currently inside of her. She walked around for most of the day with this 6.5" monster inside of her; she could smell her juices and almost feel them dripping out from her swollen lips.

She twisted it around inside of her, causing her to release a few moans of pleasure. She considered pulling it out but that would completely spoil the whole point of having this inside of her all day. No, it has done its job and made her wet as hell; exactly what she wanted. She pulled her thong back up to make sure that the dildo would stay in place.

She then reached for her jeans and pulled out her house keys from the front pocket. With a small key in hand, she walked over to her locked walk in closet.

Taking a deep breath she unlocked the closet, she could already feel the butterflies in her stomach. Inside the closet was mainly high end dresses, expensive jewelry and her massive shoe and high heel collection. She skipped all her usual girly items and went straight to the back of the closet. There was a black wooden box in the back, which Nicole struggled to drag out.

Outside of the closet she tipped the box and all of its contents out onto the floor. First few items that spilled out were several lengths of various colored ropes. Then came ball gags, ring gags and trainer gags. Next was a few collars followed by handcuffs and a pair of heavy duty leather cuffs.

First she tied a tight fitting crotch rope with a soft length of pink rope; this helped to push the dildo deeper inside of her. She moaned when she tightened up the knot and was satisfied that the dildo wouldn't pop out accidently.

Next she headed for the kitchen freezer and pulled out a handcuff key which was frozen in a decent sized block of ice. She smiled and quivered in anticipation.

Back in her room, she used a chair to reach the ceiling and tied the string to an eyebolt. When the ice melts, the key attached to the string will fall right into her awaiting hands. She then tied a length of rope to another eyebolt which was also screwed into the ceiling. It was located right next to the one that had the key to her release. The rope now dangled from the ceiling, nearly touching the floor.

She headed into her closet and pulled out the biggest pair of black stiletto pumps that she had, 6 inches. She slipped her feet into them and took a couple walks around the room. Butterflies filled her stomach as she was nearing the end of her self imposed bondage

She picked out a large 2" ballgag and tightly secured it in her mouth, adding a lock to the buckle. Next, she locked on a pair of heavy duty leather cuffs around her ankles with a 12" chain.

She then picked up a pair of black handcuffs and headed for the rope which still dangled from the ceiling. She tied the cuffs to the back of her crotch rope before tying the rope that dangled from the ceiling to the front of her crotch rope. She made sure that the rope was tight, which as a result put firm pressure on the dildo buried inside of her. With one final breath and check list walk through in her head, she cuffed her hands behind her back with that signature ratchet of the cold, unforgiving cuffs.

She already regretted tying the crotch rope as tight as she did; the dildo was driving her crazy. She had done this scenario before, eventually the 6" stilettos would be too much for her and she would have to step out of them. When she did, the rope to the ceiling would become even tighter, putting an almost unbearable amount of pressure on her soaking wet pussy.

Over the past 2 years she became interested in bondage. Now the only thing that could get her off were tight cuffs, gags and vibrators.

Eventually her feet began to strain and sweat in the tall 6" heels. She moaned her displeasure into the gag as she struggled to try and loosen the crotch rope, the pressure was becoming too much and she didn't know how much longer she could stand it for. She needed relief; she could feel the juices on the inside of her thighs. The helpless blonde knew that this was only the beginning, soon she would have to step out of her heels.

She jumped in her bonds when the phone rang. She squinted to see if she could see who it was on the caller ID but she was too far away. After a few rings it stopped and the house was dead quiet once again. About a minute later her Iphone began to ring from her jeans pocket which sat just in front of the closet. She didn't worry about it too much, if it was important they would leave a message.

She increasingly began to worry as her cell continued to ring, time and time again. It alternated between her cell phone and her house phone; someone really wanted to get a hold of her. After about 15 minutes of ringing from different phones, the house went quiet.

She began to panic as she ran through different scenarios in her head.

'Maybe that was one of my friends trying to get a hold of me.' She thought.

'What if they just gave up and are walking over here now.' She tried stepping back and leaning forward, thrashing her body against the rope that firmly held her to the ceiling but it was no use. She screamed into her gag as the unforgiving cuffs held her wrists securely in place behind her back; attached to the crotch rope they were going nowhere.

She quickly became paranoid, every noise she heard sounded like someone approaching her front door.

If one of her friends (or even worse, male friends) did come for a visit, they would be in for a very pleasant surprise. She naturally stood 5'8" with perfectly straight blonde hair which flowed down to her mid back. Her ocean blue eyes peered around the room as her straight white teeth fought with the massive ballgag. Her perky breasts were held in place by a sexy pink bra and her sex was covered by the same style of thong. Her wrists were secured behind her back to the tight crotch rope that firmly held the dildo in place inside of her. With her 6" stiletto pumps on she currently stood just over 6' tall. Safe to say, in her current predicament, she would be any guys dream and they would love to take advantage of her.

Again the phone began to ring followed closely by the ringing of her cell phone. She looked up at the block of ice hanging above her head, it still needed to thaw quite a bit. Her feet were killing her, she needed out of these heels.

She slowly slid her right foot out of the black stiletto and began to ease it to the ground. She could already feel a great amount of added pressure before her foot even touched the ground. Next to go was the stiletto on her left foot, which further increased the pressure on her soaking wet pussy. She moaned as she placed her left foot on the ground, her legs felt like they were going to give way, the only thing that was holding her up was the crotch rope. Her cuffed hands flailed around behind her, trying to find some knot she could untie or loosen.

What felt like hours passed and her pussy ached for relief. The pressure on her crotch was so intense it screamed for her fingers to dip inside. Her feet were too weak to put back into her heels so that she could relieve pressure on the crotch rope. The phone continued to ring; her ears were now numb to the sound.

Finally, she felt the handcuff key hit her hand and then dangled on the string just within reach. She always made sure the length of string was just right so that she could grab it, otherwise she'd be stuck until she was found.

She quickly inserted the key into the locks, freeing her hands from the cuffs. She immediately went for the crotch rope and untied it. When it finally gave way she almost fell backwards onto her bed but she caught herself.

Her pink thong quickly fell to the floor and rested just on top of her leather cuffs which were still securely locked around her ankles. She sat down onto her bed and slowly eased the large dildo out of her. It came out easily and was soaking wet with her juices. She reached out to her nightstand and grabbed the pink vibrator that awaited her use.

It came to life with a low buzz, causing the blonde to moan in anticipation. But, before she could have the pleasure of her release, the phone began to ring once again. She shrieked and glared at the phone which sat on a desk across the room. She threw the still buzzing vibrator onto the ground and crawled on the floor to get the key for her gag. Her mouth ached as she removed the 2" monster from it, wiping the drool that still remained on her lips. She hopped her way over to the phone and picked it up.

**Unknown Name**

**PRIVATE NUMBER**

Is what was listed on the caller ID as the phone continued to ring. 'Fuck it' she thought, 'I'll just get whoever this is off my back.'

"What!" She snapped as she picked up the phone, whoever this was it better be important.

"Nicole Long?" Asked the male on the other end.

"Yes, what the hell do you want?!" She asked impatiently, her pussy was screaming for attention and this asshole was denying it that.

"This is Kyle from Unknown Investigative Services. I'm calling in regards to case# 2368." Her heart skipped a beat, this was the investigators that her dad had hired after the police had stopped actively searching for Mark.

"Ma'am, are you there?" Asked Kyle, after a long pause.

"Yes I'm here, is there good news?" She asked as she sat down on the carpet.

"Yes there is Miss Long. It's in regards to Mark, we've found him."