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Hello,
this is my first posting I make. Hope you like the plot.
****Standard disclaimer****
The writing below is a fiction involving adult matters, mostly (female)
bondage.
As such it is only posted to relevant newsgroups.
Copyright is remained by the author
People who find this kind of tale offensive or
whose Country laws are prohibiting those kind of stories
...please don't read.
Minors: Same goes for you. This is fantasy for like-minded adults.
Please be fair and if you happen to find this text in your
mailbox..delete it without reading.
Thank you
Notice: I would like to hear your reactions, comments
and thoughts about my writings.
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But I will not tolerate flaming....they will be ignored.
Enjoy
jlm
Ferry Song
© 1999 by jlm (jlm68@hotmail.com)
Fiction (Bondage ) 2417 words
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Catherine looked at herself in the mirror, pouting her lips. She thought
herself too pale and started pinching her cheeks. Much better. As if on
cue, the doorbell rang and her lover, Dale Thomas entered.
"Hello Honey!"
"Hi babe, I missed you!"
They exchanged a deep passionate kiss, hugging, then he looked
affectionately at her.
"We have the whole night. Marge is not returning until six tomorrow
morning."
He made a face.
"She has discovered a new casino."
Cat sighed inwardly. She knew Marge, Dale's wife. When Dale had been
summoned by his father to take control of this new facility three years
ago Marge had been his secretary, and for two years had preached her
deep love for him. He fell for her and eventually married her. A
mistake, for he soon discovered she wasn't in love with him but with his
money and that her second passion was gambling. A "normal" couple would
have divorced under those conditions, but there had never been a divorce
in Dale's family and he couldn't decide about breaking the family
tradition.
Slowly Cat guided him into the bedroom. The place was only lit with
candles. 40 candles, the same amount than his age. She undressed him,
sitting him on the bed, then stepped out of her dress. She knelt in
front of him only clad in garters and stockings and presented him with a
gift.
"Happy birthday my love." she told him.
His face became radiant, a warm, funny twinkle in his eyes.
"Cat, you're.....! Thanks....thank you so much."
Eagerly, like a child, he ripped the package open. A frown appeared.
"Damn Cat. What is this? Isn't this one of your kinks?."
"Oh Dale...that has nothing to do with my kinks. It is a simple vacuum
tube. You slip it over....There, I'll show you."
With swift movements, Cat took the tube and slipped it over Dale's
manhood. Grinning at him, she took the bulb in her hand and rapidly gave
a few squeezes.
"AARRGH, CAT...Turn that off...You're ripping it off..CAATT!"
Dale's screaming made Cat's smile vanish and she hastily looked for the
release valve.
"CAT, PLEEAASE!"
He had tears in his eyes and both his hands clenched on the tube
dangling between his legs.
In a frenzy, Cat looked for the valve but couldn't find it.
"Please, CAT..take that thing off...take it OFF!"
"I'm trying, Don't scream like that, please!"
Hurrying, she felt the rubber pump and, yes, there it was, hidden behind
the hose was the release valve. With her fingernails she turned the
valve and with a whoosh of sound the vacuum collapsed. Dale, now free,
collapsed on the bed, both hands gently feeling and probing his fiercely
red cock.
"Damn Cat.....You know I don't like your Pain games. I'm not into BSDM."
"BDSM, Dale and yes, you told me that already."
Cat sighed, shaking her head. How glad she would be if he would agree to
try a few of her games. He had told her, back when they had started
dating, how he had been frustrated about being sent to this area, while
his former girlfriend, Megan, had been left behind. And how glad he had
been about their being apart when he heard she worked for a bondage
company.
Slowly and lovingly, she reached out and caressed his hair, soothing
him. Gradually, her caress become more intimate and shortly, they were
making furious love.
A while later Dale was leaning against the bed's headboard inhaling
deeply the smoke of his cigarette. Cat was lying beside him under the
bed coverings, one hand fondly playing with his chest hair.
"I deeply appreciate my second gift. I wish we could stay like this
forever"
He smiled lovingly at her.
"Then break up with Marge and marry me." Cat said.
With a start, his face fell and became somber.
"You know quiet well that is impossible."
Impossible my ass, Cat thought, only that damn family tradition.
His face lit up and quickly he turned his head, looking at her with his
big boy eyes.
"But next weekend, I'm free. Marge has some bridge contest running where
she has reached the regional semi-finals. She has to leave Friday for
the capital and won't be back until Mid-Monday. We can spend the whole
weekend together."
"Shit!"
With a start, Cat sat up, dangling her legs over the edge of the bed and
turning her back on him.
"And you couldn't tell me that earlier, could you?"
He looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"I'm working that weekend. Jerome called. Some old Ferry has wrecked
down at Blue Lake. Jerome has gotten permission to film on board before
they move the wreck to the docks. He called me today...and I agreed to
go."
Dale's expression became more dark and somber. He didn't like Jerome
Beauclair, Cat's boss, the owner of "BOW-Bondage on the Web", a small
company making web enabled real time videos for the internet. Cat was
his Number One Movie Star. But still he didn't like the man, or the
product. He had no trust in him.
With a hard edge in his voice he asked. "And what will be the theme this
time?"
She gave him a bitter smile. "Well, what do you think? A woman trapped
on a ship, taken captive by three guys and tormented. Being freed at the
end by a hero."
He nodded somberly. "That's what I thought."
***
The man moved his well endowed frame around the slightly inclined deck.
Looking around, he noticed the film crew standing behind the carefully
hidden camera lines, waiting for his orders to start filming.
Two times already had they started the sequence and both times the
weather played against them. Glancing at the sky, Jerome Beauclair saw
not one single cloud. As it turned out THIS would be the shot. Turning
abruptly he stuffed an unlit cigar in the corner of his mouth and went
back to his seat.
"Okay folks. We're doing it. We can't keep those gents there waiting."
With a slight grin, he motioned to the lake side where a small crowd had
gathered. Understandably, citizens from Blue Lake were curious. It
wasn't every day they got to see a nude woman starring in a movie being
filmed outside.
"AAND.......ACTION"
Cat, with high heels, a short black leather miniskirt and a transparent
bluish silk blouse began running across the deck, screaming. Behind her,
two male actors were following, one waving some rusted iron bar he had
taken from the deck.
What asshole has decided I should run in high heels, Cat was cursing
silently, as she slipped yet again. A hand appeared behind her and
grabbed her shoulder. She screamed anew and jerked away, freeing herself
from the hand. But the hand didn't loose all it's grip and Cat's blouse
made a ripping sound as it was being torn away.
She screamed again, and managed a few steps more but her path was
blocked by a third man. Without any emotion he punched her in the
stomach, and, as written in the story board, she fell to the deck.
"Damn, that punch was real. Be careful" Cat managed to tell him between
gasps. But he only looked at her with cold eyes.
I'm telling Jerome I don't want to work with that one anymore. Cat's
thoughts were rushing.
Her followers had reached them and, taking some cables lying around,
they fastened her hands behind her, and cinched her arms to her torso,
wrapping the small cable a couple of turns around her. Six hands grabbed
the remnants of her blouse and tore the rest off. Cat was now standing
on the deck, clad only in her heels and skirt.
One of her attackers balled the fabric together and stuffed it in her
mouth while the other wrapped a sleeve around her head, holding the gag
inside.
Satisfied with their work, each of them grinned at each other and went
to either side of Cat. They each took a nipple in hand, pinching them
hard, and pulled her along behind them. The third one made sure she
followed them, whipping her backside with his belt.
"Yes, that's great work." Beauclair called out. "Now the whipping
scene............. John, do you get everything?"
Beauclair stood beside his chair directing. One of his camera crew gave
him a thumbs up sign.
Cat was now brought over to a broken railing. Her captors pushed her
over the rail, bending her at the waist and fastened her there with some
more cables. Finished, they opened her legs and cinched her ankles wide
apart.
One of them pressed a hand on her back, gripping her hair while the
other sat flat on the deck and used both hands to pull on the nipples
of her dangling breasts. The third one stood behind her and took a
small, prepared, piece of wood which he used as a cane, whipping her
buttocks with it. Only muffled screams escaped her gag.
On the shore, people became nervous, whispering in amazement and
wondering if it was really only a movie.
Jerome nodded, grinning, and decided to move on. "Next...the post
scene!"
Yep...this would be a success on the web.
Releasing her from the railing, the three of them pushed Cat to the
signal post and began wrapping yards of aerial cable around it and her.
They made sure the ties were tight, uncomfortable, and would made a good
visual.
Cat grunted. Her arms had already begun to numb. But what was this. Her
friend, the puncher, had motioned his fellows to shove her skirt up to
the waistband, exposing her crotch. With some cursing, because her leg
ties were already finished and tight, he pushed the cable between her
legs. Passing it over her hips in the back before coming out again the
other side between the legs, he exposed her crotch, making a tight
triangle.
"That's good, that's good.....Toni, make sure you got everything. John
change position" Jerome said.
Tied tightly as she was, she couldn't squirm much when her three
tormentors came at her with fresh cut nettles. After some more minutes
of action, the puncher stood in front of her with his cane and slapped
at her boobs and cunt.
"Okay, last stage....the bit!" Jerome commanded.
The male actors looked puzzled at Cat. Trussed up like she was, freeing
her would take some time. But then, one of them glimpsed come cable
pliers and rapidly she was freed from the post.....only to be placed,
legs apart, on an armature winding bit.
Again, some nylon coated wire was brought out and her legs were bent
sideways, leaving her open, sitting like a jockey on a racehorse. With a
few swift cinches, she was knotted to the bit, unable to stretch or
close her legs.
"Go on..Go on!"
What should they do next? The question was clearly written on their
faces. Cat shook her head inwardly. Amateurs. But in every situation,
she could be sure that the her friend, the puncher would take action.
She saw him coming, grinning from ear to ear. What was his purpose. She
wouldn't have to wait long.
As it turned out, he had some fishing line in his pants. Taking the coil
out of his pocket, he made a loop which he slipped over one of her erect
nipples, then he wrapped the line once around her neck and came back
down in front. Slowly, he took out the slack, lifting her breast flesh,
and quickly made a second loop around her other nipple.
Cat moaned through her gag. This was a position which would take a hell
of a lot of concentration for her not to cry from the pain. Damn Jerome.
Didn't he see that this hurt?
The puncher, satisfied with his work, pulled the gag out of Cat's mouth,
then nodded to his comrades and the three of them made some sort of
tribal dance around their captive.
Jerome was getting impatient.
"What are you waiting for? Go on...Go on.....Be imaginative!"
Imaginative, yeah right. Now even the puncher had question marks in his
eyes. With a sigh, Cat made a sucking motion with her lips. The puncher,
grinning again, nodded and begun unbuttoning his trousers. His fellows,
seeing what was going on, looked around. Happily, one of them spotted a
pair of plumber pliers. The two of them gripped the pliers and clamped
them around Cat's bound nipples while the third managed to get his cock
out.
Just as he was shoving it in Cat's mouth, some sort of fierce scream
came from across the deck and another male actor, looking like some
ancient Greek God, stormed the scene.
He punched the first tormentor in the stomach. The second was backhanded
and went over board into the water. As the "God" turned to puncher,
puncher made a shrieking sound and without bothering to pull up his
pants, turned around and fled as fast as he could...which was not easy
with his pants around the ankles.
The "God" turned to Cat and, with slow gestures, freed her of her bonds.
One last scene. He helped her get up from the bit. She straitened her
skirt. He took her in his strong arms. She looked lovingly in his eyes.
In slow motion their heads came nearer, touching and then they exchanged
a deep kiss...
"AND ...CUT .....Good job. Toni shut off that light. John did you get
everything? Yes? Right. Cat that was a fine job. Paul, next time more
imagination."
Puncher came back and made a face. The actor that had gone into the lake
was hauled on board and from the shore the spectators were clapping
their hands.
Cat sighed and looked at herself. Wire marks and welts covered her whole
body. One woman from the film crew came to her, helping her step into a
cotton jumpsuit and gave her a mug filled with steaming coffee.
As Cat walked to the shore, sipping the hot liquid, she saw that the
spectators were already leaving, helped out by the film staff.
Turning by her car, she nearly stumbled over the man leaning on the
hood. Dale
looked at her, his face pale with greenish spots and tense, his whole
body shaking.
"Okay, you've won. I gave notice to my lawyer. I'm divorcing Marge. You
stop this shitty job and marry me and we'll live happily ever after. Are
you happy?"
Cat smiled.
--
Look at the pretty side of Bondage
Remember: Always play safe
jlm
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