Message-ID: <20382eli$9903070432@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sooprbrain@aol.com (Sooprbrain) Subject: A.S.S.M-Bondge Capture-(BDSM,MF, NC, Extreme) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990307002212.08296.00004506@ng108.aol.com> THIS STORY IS FICTION…COMPLETE AND TOTAL FICTION. IT DEALS VERY EXPLICTLY WITH BONDAGE AND RAPE. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SUCH FANTASYS PLEASE MOVE ON TO ANOTHER STORY. BONDAGE CAPTURE. PART ONE I am a bondage freak. I want to tie women up in as complete and total as ways as possible. If she can make a sound I want gags that cram her mouth full. If she can move a finger I want to wrap them in tape. If she can see, a blindfold won't do. I need a rubber hood with the smallest breathing holes that will keep her alive. I like big breasts and helplessness. I also want the woman to be scared, humiliated and resisting. I don't like to whip, beat, draw blood or any of the typical sadistic tendencies usually associated with BDSM. The only punishment is the bondage. If a woman is almost able to escape, just add another 50 yards of rope. Take away all her senses with hand wraps, ear plugs and blindfolds. Another a squeeze or two on a pump gag can do wonders in breaking a bound girls will to fight. I had dealt with this obsession for many years. Subsisting on the occasional TV show or detective magazine that showed women in bondage. I always felt wrong going into pornography stores, afraid someone would see me. Besides, almost all bondage porn is crap. The bondage is usually poorly done and it is almost always obvious that the model is just that, a model. Knowing she could get out at any time. Usually any bondage film I would get would immediately drift into beating the woman on screen up until she was bloody, or she would "come around" to enjoy her bondage, which for me was almost as bad as the whippings. If I tied a woman up against her will, what sort of moron would I have to be to believe that she would be so overcome with passion that she wants more? It always was so false and overpriced that I felt regret every time I gave the idiots that made the film money. My father had been a wealthy man, so when he died I had enough money to live not only comfortably, but also in the lap of luxury. I don't do drugs or even alcohol. My vice that needed feeding was my need to tie a woman up against her will. To do what I wanted to do to her sexually while she was helpless. I bought a big old house in the open area east of Los Angeles. It had been built in the late '40's and had a huge bomb shelter below the even larger basement. I spent a full 6 months making the shelter sound proof, clean and climate controlled. The only entrance I camouflaged with bookshelves and false walls. The doors were already re-enforced steel, but I had special vault level locks installed on them. The room itself was completely covered, from floor to ceiling, in thick muffling carpeting. OF course every single kind of bondage device that was available to purchase was already stocked in the massive closets that lined the room. I also had a rubber vulcanizer and shaper in a side alcove, plus a tool room with leather and leatherworking tools in abundance. The preparations were complete, now came the difficult part. How do you capture a woman? Especially one, who would have a great body, but still not be missed TOO much? Fortunately I lived in Los Angeles. The capital of perfectly bodied women. I wanted to get one with a minimum of fuss. I have a panel van that has, of course, been outfitted for my specific needs. I bought it in a government auction, as it had been seized in a drug bust. Just looking in the back it seemed to be a regular van for a plumber or electrician. But the fine dealers who had owned the vehicle before had been kind enough to give it a false floor with more then enough room to put a slender young woman or even two. I had been cruising the streets for a couple of weeks. Looking for someone with a pattern. I got lucky (Perseverance is it's own luck though) There was a strip club right off a small college campus in Inglewood. I had been scouting the college, when I saw this tall, busty brunette walking out of the club. She obviously worked there, as evidenced by her enhanced body and sleazy clothing. I watched as she got into her late model Toyota sports car (that she had parked at the far end of the parking lot...to avoid scratches) and drove away. I HAD to have her..she was perfect. Big tits, haughty attitude. Long limber body. I staked the place out for 2 weeks. I got her schedule down pat. I never actually went into the club, but each day I followed her a little bit further to her home (I traded out cars a number of times, to not arouse suspicion) The car was her weakness. I knew how to get her. I picked a weekday night that she worked and planted a small radio controlled explosive on her left rear tire. I then took my van up the road that she drove home. I was going to do nothing if there was the slightest chance that somebody was near her. Again I was lucky. When her car reached the intersection in a lightly wooded park area I had staked out there was nobody there. I hit the button and her tire exploded. She almost lost control of the vehicle and lurched to the side of the road right behind my van....fucking perfect! I waited a few seconds then stumbled out of the van like a good Samaritan. She was already looking at the tire shaking her head. She did not even notice me until I was almost upon her. "Hello" she said. "I seem to have a flat." I did not say a word, I just jammed the stun gun I had in my hand right in her stomach. She let out a gurgled cry before flopping to the ground like in a mild seizure. I worked quickly. I pulled her into the van and slammed the panel door behind me. I slapped some cuffs on her wrists and ankles and looped them together behind her back in a fairly strict hog-tie. She was already recovering when I jammed a huge ball gag in her over lipsticked mouth, tightening the roller buckle brutally. I got out of the van went over to her car and removed the remnants of the explosive device on her tire. I started the car and drove it further off the road into the bush. I took the keys and her purse and hurried back to the van, eager to get back to my victim. She was squirming in the back, straining against the metal bonds around her slender wrists and ankles. Spittle bubbled at the corners of her gagged mouth as she tried to scream around the rubber jammed in there. I started the van and quickly left the scene of the crime. She was mine!!! My next destination was a huge truck stop on I-5 so that I could pack her correctly for the hour drive to her new home. Keeping my speed in check as I could hear her muffled moans of fear and struggling was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Finally I pulled into the giant parking lot and found a space between two large vehicles. Nobody from the outside could see in. I could take my time now and bind her right. I got a knife out and quickly cut away her skimpy clothing. I was stunned. I could tell she had a tremendous body before, but I had no idea until those cloths fell away. Perfect tan skin, long legs, and a slender tight waist. Of course being a stripper, it was her tits that were her livelihood, and hers were spectacular. They were obviously enhanced by silicone, but that did not matter to me. She had a narrow ribcage with "D" cups. No sag or wrinkles. My hands were shaking as I realized what a treasure I had. I had to get my work done quickly now, because my lust was overcoming me. Not wanting to fool around, I got a calves skin leather full helmet out and quickly began lacing it over her shaking head. Her gagged cries of fear ass the thin leather was pulled over her pleading eyes almost made me lose control again. The helmet was a strict discipline type. It was very thin and pliable, actually stretching around her face as I unmercifully laced it down the back of her skull. Her muffled cries were being further stifled, not only by the ball crammed in her mouth, but also by the leather being stretched over it. I finished lacing it up at the base of her neck. Then I pulled tight, built in leather belts that ran over her where her eyes, mouth and chin were. I love redundancies in my bondage and these belts were simply on this cruel Helmut to make everything just a bit more demoralizing. I could just imagine her confusion and terror as her face was covered in layers of inescapable leather. There were small stiffened holes at her nostrils and I made sure that her breathing was clear. She was panicking and beginning to hyperventilate, but she could breathe fine. I flipped her onto her stomach. The weight of her body pressing her perfect breasts onto the floor of the van. Soft moans continued to come from her bound head. I pulled her elbows together and wrapped a leather belt tightly around them, binding them together. I then released her cuffed wrists. Her still bound legs kicked out helplessly I straddled her as, so I could work on her arms first. I reached over and grabbed a black leather single sleeve armbinder. With her elbows still bound it was relatively easy to lace her arms together in the inescapable leather. The single piece of tapered leather ran from her hands to just below the tops of her arms. It laced up the back just like the helmet did. Like the helmet the tighter you laced it the more the leather stretched. Of course this also had the effect of pulling her arms more and more together. Needless to say I laced it as tightly as my considerable skill would allow me. By the time I reached the top her arms were one smooth leather sheath. Her hands were forced into tight fists. Balled up because there was no slack left in the sleeve. Her arms were fused together to the elbow and no further then a couple of inches apart all the way up to her shoulders. There were straps that ran from the top of the sleeve over her shoulder, then crossed between her tremendous breasts. The straps then ran under her armpits and attached again to the underside of the leather sleeve by two buckles. Another redundant part of the bondage that just added to the bitches helplessness. Now to work on her legs. I was still straddling her perfect ass. I simply turned around and grabbed her still bound ankles by the short chain that still held them. I released the last of her original bonds. I got off of her and flipped her back onto her back. She tried to kick out, but there was no chance. I pulled her right ankle against her right thigh and pulled a thick leather belt around her leg to keep them together. Before she could react I did the same to her left leg. As usual I tightened the belts as much as I could. I sat her up on her bound legs. It was one of my favorite positions. A woman with arms bound behind her and he thighs strapped to ankles. She was now sitting in the middle of the van. Legs curled under her, her arms strapped and wrapped behind her back.. Her huge tight breasts jutting out because her arms were pulled so far back. She stared sightlessly from her leather wrapped face. Extremely muffled mews coming from her packed and wrapped mouth. Her arms strained and pulled at the leather keeping them immobile. She tried to stand or even move her legs. She was bound. I pulled a wide belt around her narrow waist. The belt locked in front and had "O" rings all around it. A second belt was attached to the first one at the middle of the front of her stomach. What my captive could not see was the two vibrator dildos attached to this belt. I pushed her onto her back and forced her bound legs apart. The Wide plastic invaders were lubed up and the first, larger one was forced into her cunt. The second the cold plastic touched her clit her struggles got extreme. She bucked and fought as I slowly pushed the too large invader into her pussy. Her bonds would not let her move enough to avoid the pressure of the dildo. She mewed and grunted in her leather prison. My hands and body were shaking I was so excited, I had to stay on track. Finish the binding and get her home, then I could take my time with her. One more vicious push and I rammed the dildo to its hilt. Not trusting myself I roughly flipped her onto her stomach forced her bound legs apart again and jammed the second, smaller, vibrator into her unwilling ass. If she fought before, she now became a desperate squirming fireball. I showed no mercy, however, and soon had her ass filled to the brim. The end of the belt that held the dildos in her looped onto the belt around her waist at the small of her back, I then looped it through a "D" ring at the end of the single sleeve. I pulled it as tight as I could bringing her arms flat against he ass. I had one more cruel strap to add to make the bondage complete. At the top of her leather helmet was another "O" ring sewn into the material. I ran a strap through it, laced it down her arm and attached it to the "D" ring at the end of her wrapped hands. Of course this was the same point that bound her arms to the strap that held the dildos inside her. I gave myself a treat and slooowwwlllly took up the slack in the strap. Bringing her head back inch by inch. The poor girl was really panicking now. The van was relatively cool, but her perfect body was covered with a thin layer of sweat. The muscles in her shoulders strained against the captivity. Her whole body shook with the efforts she was putting out to get any slack in her confinement. I pulled her head back as far as I thought safe and buckled the strap. Every twitch her upper body made now just pulled the dildos into her body tighter. Her soft moans just continued, as she lay there, unable to move, or even twitch a muscle. I opened a special panel in the bottom of the van. Underneath it was a space about 20 inches deep, 2 feet wide and about 5 and a half feet long. I picked her up and laid her into the slot, face up, so she was lying on her arms. I forced her legs flat so that her feet were on either side of her hips. Her toes were pointing towards her head. I put the lid back on top of her, preventing her from pulling her legs out from under her. With her head bound the way the top of her head was touching the bottom of the hole she was in. I locked the top down. Put a little rug over the door and jumped back into the driver's seat. If the van was not running there was only enough air in her tomb for a couple of minutes. It was airtight and had soundproofing baffles built all through it. The only air was from a ventilation system that only ran when the engine was on. I wanted her healthy and strong. I quickly started the ignition, and pulled out of the parking lot. I was taking her home. TO BE CONTINUED -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----