Message-ID: <40438asstr$1042546206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <3E2392F2.00012B.65556@ns.interchange.ca> From: "Zebulon" X-Fastmail-IP: [24.26.238.149] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2003 23:32:50 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} Part 1 - Tall, Blond and Bound (MF, FF, Bond) Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 07:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Part 1 - Tall, Blond and Bound This is a work of fiction in 14 parts. It is the fourth novel set in the same world as "The Training of Jeannie and Clair," "Blackmailed into Bondage," and "Staci Davis: Investigative Slave." It is approximately the same length as the other three novels. Zebulon No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it. Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca All Zebulon's work is posted here: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/ This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. (MF, FF, Bond) - - - - - Part 1 - Tall, Blond and Bound by Zebulon * * * * * She looked like a Greek goddess, pushing her shopping cart imperiously down the frozen food aisle. It wasn't her obvious beauty that first caught his attention. He had dealt with stunningly beautiful women most of his life. It wasn't her rich shoulder-length blond hair. He wasn't her large breasts or shapely ass. It was her height. Vincent del Aguila had always been attracted to tall women. Most especially, tall blond women. He himself had dark blond hair and was exactly six feet tall. He was strong, hard, angular and looked rather like a Viking sea captain of yore. Vincent had tremendous vision. As a kid it earned him the nickname 'Eagle' and the name stuck. The Eagle also had a magnificent eye for beauty and a special talent for being able to visualize what a fully clothed woman would look like with her clothes removed. It had proven a valuable professional asset. His cover was that of a freelance fashion photographer. But he made his real money as a recruiter and part-time trainer for the Mart, the largest and most powerful of the secret white slave organizations. He had the reputation of always getting his girl. Once he had selected or been assigned a victim, she was as good as got. At present, the Eagle was between assignments. He had collected a great deal of money for his last project and didn't have a fashion shoot in the works. He was more or less on an indefinite holiday. He was staying in one of the Mart's safe houses near a secluded beach resort and had decided to take a little time to lie around and soak up some relaxation. Then this gorgeous woman strolled by. Her face was beautifully aristocratic and seemed vaguely familiar. She had wondrous blue eyes, a magnificent figure, and looked to be about thirty. He wondered how difficult she would be to recruit. Even as he contemplated the problem he found himself following. * * * * * Two hours later, the statuesque beauty was in very much the same posture, but instead of pushing a shopping cart, she was standing buck naked on a concrete floor with her hands shackled to a horizontal iron bar. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide with fear. They were leaking tears. Her mouth was filled with an inflatable gag that was tied behind her head. The iron bar was set into the side wall of a large basement. It was five feet above the floor and a half foot out from the wall. There were a couple of ring clamps set 30 inches apart on the bar to which the woman's wrists had been locked. The light in the little room was dim. The air was dry and warm. The Eagle was sitting in a comfortable chair a half dozen feet directly behind his bound victim. He was admiring his handiwork and allowing her to reach the proper state of terror before continuing. He loved her shapely back, the curve of her ass, her long graceful legs. The trouble with most tall women is that gravity and nature work against classic beauty. After you weed out those who are too old, too young, too funny looking, the just plain ugly. After you cut the field down to the obvious beauties, there is still a marked tendency for tall women to have excessively long, stork-like legs; or to have extremely wide and very flat behinds; or to have very little in the way of upper development. Many of the tall women he'd seen over the years reminded him of a Tyrannosaurs-Rex. Small upper and large lower bodies--like pieces of a mismatched bathing suit. But this girl. She was sculpted like a 5'6" beauty only proportionally larger. He guessed she was 6'2" and looked even better naked than he had imagined. She had generous, well proportioned, breasts. Not the prettiest he'd ever seen, but quite nice. Her triangle of pubic hair was true blond instead of the dirty brown of many fair complected women. That and her rich tan made him sure she must do a lot of nude sun bathing. Or perhaps she frequented tanning salons. After having trussed her, he went upstairs to make some arrangements. Then he got dressed in something more comfortable. He returned wearing only a loosely fitting set of hospital scrubs and slippers. He was sipping an ice cold can of root beer. He let his eyes wander over her backside and felt his dick harden. The woman was trembling visibly. She turned her head slightly as if to try to peak at what was happening behind her. "I told you to keep your eyes forward, bitch!" he shot out. Her head jerked quickly back. She would have voided her bladder again, if she hadn't completely emptied it earlier. Her urine soaked clothes were lying in the bottom of a large trash canister in the corner. Her quivering increased. When he judged the time was ripe, he stood up and moved toward the bound angel. She heard him and began to whimper into her gag. He was standing directly behind her. For a long while nothing happened. And then she felt the ice cold can touching lightly against the top of the crack in her ass. She twitched away. "Don't move, slut!" She felt the can again, pressing a little harder this time. She felt it move slowly up her spine. She felt his free hand brush her long hair to one side. The can reached the nape of her neck, just below the hair line. It changed course and moved across her right shoulder and down under her armpit. It came to rest against the side of her breast which exploded into goose flesh. Her right nipple went rock hard. The can moved away and was replaced a few moments later by cold fingers. The woman was shaking almost violently now. She found it difficult to keep her balance. She feared her legs were going to give way at any moment. He hadn't even asked her what her name was. Hadn't looked in her pocketbook to find out. 'Andrea Bryce,' she thought to herself, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and trying to take her mind off the fear and the feel of the fingers on her nipple. 'My name is Andrea Bryce, Goddammit, and I don't deserve this.' Andrea had run away to her family's beach front condo the day before to get away from her boyfriend. They'd had a fight and he had slapped her. No one had ever struck her before. She hadn't even been spanked as a child. There had been a frozen moment of shock on both sides. Then she'd started screaming at him to get out. After he had gone, Andrea had quickly packed and left. When her boyfriend came back a half hour later to apologize she wasn't there. No one had a right to treat her that way. Not her boyfriend and not this asshole who had abducted her from the supermarket parking lot in her own car. She felt the hand move away. Her inner voice gathered strength and said, 'who are you, you son of a bitch, and why are you doing this to me?' Her trembling stopped. There was an minor explosion across the room. It shattered what little nerve she had managed to work up. He had thrown the half finished root beer toward the large trash container and missed. It had smashed into the brick wall and hit the floor with splattering, fizzing thud. Andrea was trembling again. She felt his hands resting on her hips. The right hand was still cold from having held the can for so long. She squirmed. The cold hand withdrew and she felt a sudden sharp slap on the right ass cheek. It stung like fire. "I said don't move, bitch!" She froze. The hand came back. Then both hands started moving slowly and gently up her flanks. He watched her skin almost ripple at his touch. Felt her abject panic. She had lovely, soft skin. He took his time, pressing, rubbing, scratching, exploring. When he stopped his hands were resting on her sides just below the armpits. He leaned forward and pressed his nose into her thick blond hair, just below the strap of the gag. He took a deep breath. His legs were directly between hers. She could feel the tip of his dick through the loose cloth of his scrubs pressing into the little triangle of space formed between her crotch and upper thighs. His hands moved forward and cupped her breasts. They were very tight, almost no sag at all. He let his hands rub large circles around them, taking special pleasure in the feel of her prominent nipples against his fingers and palms. The nipples were stiff, but otherwise she was totally unresponsive. He let his right hand travel down over her belly toward her crotch. It had lost the coldness from holding the drink. Andrea was sweating and her skin was moist. His hand moved between her legs. With his fingers he gently pried the flesh open and felt her clitoris. The little bulb was soft and dry. He smiled. That would change soon enough. The proper training would begin later, but right now he wanted a little immediate gratification for the morning's exertions. He pulled his hand away from her pussy and wrapped his arm around her waist. Then moving backward he pulled her with him so that she had to bend far forward to keep her balance. Her head was hanging down below the level of the bar and her arms were stretched out over her head. He kicked first one and then the other of her feet to the sides so that her legs were well spread. Then, still holding her around the waist with one arm, he reached down with the other hand and undid the tie on the scrubs. They fell to the floor around his ankles and he stepped out of the pool of cloth. She could feel his prick against her tender flesh. "Where would you like it first, slut? In your pussy or up your ass?" She started to howl into the gag. He released her waist, took a half step back, and swatted her ass cheek again with considerable force. "Shut up, cunt." She didn't quiet, but instead jumped up and forward, pressing against the bar and looked back at him with fear and shame. He turned and walked to a work bench returning a moment later with a wicked looking length of stiff plastic tubing. He lashed out and caught her a stroke across both ass cheeks. It left an ugly red welt in its wake. Andrea screeched into the gag and tried to squirm as far away as possible. He gave her a few more strokes for good measure. "You want more, bitch?" She shook her head violently in the negative. "Then get your ass back where I put it. Right now!" Whimpering and sniffling, she did so. Once she had resumed the position, he repeated his question, tapping her hip gently with the plastic. "So, where would you like it first--the pussy or ass?" She was crying and blubbering and had no way of talking, but she mumbled something into the gag. He already knew what the answer would have to be. The ass would be terribly painful without lubrication, so she would naturally choose the pussy first. Even the pussy would be painful in her current situation, but the ass would be impossible. "What's that?" he said. "The ass first?" She shook her head vigorously and shouted something into the gag. "Ah. The pussy first." Weeping, she nodded her head slowly and reluctantly. "Excellent choice." He tapped the piece of tubing against his open palm. Andrea clenched her ass cheeks against the expected blow. She did not shift position. But her abductor only walked back to the work bench where he left the tube and returned instead with a bottle of lubricant. A dry cunt was no fun for him either. He poured a large handful of the goo into his palm and started massaging it over her ass. It took the sting out of the lash marks he had left. Andrea moaned almost gratefully. He added a second large handful of goo and began working it in and around her anus and pussy. Soon his fingers were slipping easily into both orifices. Andrea was motionless. She was waiting for him to get it over with. But that wasn't good enough for his purposes. Everything concerning a new recruit had to be carefully controlled. If the training didn't get off to a good start it would add all kinds of problems and complications later. He returned to the work bench and left the bottle returning a moment later with two large clamps. He came up behind her and easily slipped his large prick into her. She sighed. Now that the rape was actually in progress, it was almost as if a load had been lifted off of her. There was no longer any feeling of responsibility to resist. That's what he didn't want. For her to have that feeling of relief. He leaned over and put one hand around her waist again, pulling her pelvis tightly into his. His dick slipped into her even more deeply. She heard him hiss menacingly into her ear, "now, don't move, bitch!" She stiffened. She felt a ghastly sharp pain as he attached one of the clamps to a tender nipple. She shuddered but didn't move. He could feel the muscles in her legs and vagina contracting with the torment. He attached the other clamp. Andrea was vibrating with distress and terror. That was much better. The Eagle straightened up and, placing one hand firmly on each of Andrea's hips, begin pumping away in earnest. It was great. He took his time and came once in her pussy and once more in her ass. Afterwards, he left her standing with his cum running down her legs and made a trip upstairs to get another root beer. When he returned Andrea was standing again. She was leaning up against the bar and crying freely. She had somehow rubbed the nipple clamps off. She had kicked them across the room as if to hide them from her tormentor. Poor discipline, he thought, but that too will come in time. He sat in the chair and enjoyed his drink. He studied her. She wasn't able to control her crying and couldn't ignore him. When he finished the drink he walked over and picked up the clamps. He untied one of her hands and made her stand at attention with her back against the bar. Then he reattached the clamps. He warned her against screaming and removed the gag. The noise wouldn't have attracted any unwanted attention. A Mart safe house was proof against that kind of vulnerability. But he didn't want her shrieking in his ear. As the gag came off she started to ask him something, but he quickly put his hand up over her mouth and said, "shhhh." He smiled into her tears and said, "we wouldn't want to spoil the moment." Then he fucked her once more, just like that. Standing facing him. He made her put her free hand around his neck. He tasted her lips and kissed her. She was completely unresponsive. "You want the clamps off?" She didn't speak but nodded. "Then kiss me." She kissed him. After a few moments he broke it off and said. "If you want the clamps off, kiss me like you really mean it." She did. After a long while he removed the clamps and kissed her breasts. Very carefully, almost tenderly he sucked her nipples. Andrea was almost shocked that it actually felt good. The Eagle loved this woman's body and the look of her face. She was one of the best. She really turned him on. He would have to remember to ask her name. * * * * * - - - - - End of Part 1 - Tall, Blond and Bound - Zebulon - This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. _________________________________________________________________ http://fastmail.ca/ - Fast Secure Web Email for Canadians ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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