Jan: Black Box Bondage Part 8 of 12

Jan struggled as wax fell onto her skin, but this only served to shake more of the molten material away from the candles so that it splashed onto her nude body, and caused her to shout out in her suffering. These candles could burn away for twenty four hours, and most of my body will be sore from the heat of the wax.

What troubled the woman most was the almost constant screams from her daughters which were like a knife that stabbed into her heart. I wish I could surrender and tell Athena where the box is, but it would be used for great harm and I could never forgive myself.

As the wax built up on the skin, the helpless mother hoped that this would provide some insulation from the heat created by the candles, but even this respite was denied to her, as the intruder rose from her chair and scraped the dried wax away from the trio of captives that were being tortured on the floor. The woman returned to her chair, and the cries from the bound ladies had increased in volume as the scalding drops fell upon the exposed flesh that was already raw from the previous onslaught. This is worse than when the candles were first lit, as the drops have made our skin raw. I don’t think that this will be permanent, but it will hurt for a few days, at least.

“Your suffering is so elegant and exquisite, and your movements under torment make such a wonderful display, that I think that I could watch this all night and not get tired.”

OMG, you aren’t doing this only to get the information, you actually enjoy torturing us in this manner. That explains everything that has happened so far, as you get a kick out of the way you are doing this. There are ways that you could have got the information out of me in a few seconds, but that wouldn’t be any fun for you. It’s far better to take it up slowly and keep it drawn out.

The captives had no way of keeping track of time as they endured their torture by candlelight, but the pain did not increase any further even though Athena cleared more of the solidified wax away.”It seems that you have spent a lot of time under these candles, and even though watching you suffer is very entertaining, hands-on work can be much more fun.” The intruder walked over to the side of the room and switched the light on before returning to the captives. “I will remove the candles and tie you up in a different manner. Please note that if there is any resistance, I will relight the candles and replace them but they will be upside down. Do you understand?”

The helpless ladies nodded, even as they cried out from the wax torment that still plagued their bodies, and their captor extinguished the candles by pinching them between thumb and forefinger, before removing them and putting them back in the bag. I don’t see how we can offer any real resistance when you retie us as our hands are still rolled up in the tape. Maybe you don’t want us to do anything with our arms and legs that could hurt you, but we would come off worse anyway.

“I am glad that we understand each other.” Athena said as she untied the captives’ ankles from each other and removed all of the remaining wax before cutting their panties away from their bodies with the scissors. “This way, we have a clean start for the next piece of entertainment. You are first, mummy dearest.”

Jan was turned over to her back, and the intruder began to untie the ropes that bound her legs together, starting with the cords that tied her ankles and finishing with the mid thigh ropes. Two short lengths of rope were picked up, and one was double stranded before it was looped around the captive’s right leg just above the knee, with a knot tied so the most of the rope trailed off, and the second piece was tied to Jan’s left leg in the same manner.

Two very long pieces of cord were brought over by the captor, and again one was double stranded, before the captive had her right leg bent at the knee so that her hell pressed against her bottom. The doubled rope was wound ten times about her right ankle and thigh, and four times between so that the binding would be cinched and firm, with a knot tying off the ends leaving the right leg frogtied. The left leg was bound in the same manner, and the mother was made to kneel so that she could face her daughters. The elbow and wrist ropes were untied, her arms were taken around the front, her wrists were bound together with the same cord as before and her hands were placed between her legs.

Why have you bound me like this, I would be much more helpless if you had left my hands behind my back, and I can’t see the reason for those strands of rope that you tied above my knees, unless you want to make us kneel knee to knee.

It was Angela’s turn next, and the lady offered no resistance as her legs were frogtied, with the same trailing ropes that were bound just above her knee. Her hands were also rebound in front of her, and she placed them between her legs in order to preserve some kind of modesty.

The intruder walked over to the side, picked up the two devices that she had placed around Katherine and Angela earlier in the day, and walked up to the helpless mother who looked at the items in fear. “I know that would want to get your revenge on me, Katherine, and you may even be able to knock me out it your hands or feet were free. Please note that we will need to remain quiet if we don’t want something very unfortunate to happen to your mother and sister.” The first booby trap was locked around Jan’s neck, with the woman who was taking little breaths, and the second one was attached to a terrified Angela who was trying her best not to tremble.

Katherine looked down in defeat as the ropes that bound her legs were untied by the woman, and her face was grim when her legs were frogtied as well. There was no attempt at a struggle as her arms were untied and rebound in front of her, and the intruder removed the devices from the necks of her sister and mother, putting them on the side again.

“Thank you for being so cooperative, I can now bring in something that you may find interesting.” The helpless ladies watched as their tormentor left the room, and she re-entered pushing a wheeled device with a metal frame on top, which Jan recognised.

That’s a Bellman Cart, and they’re used for moving luggage in hotels. Are you planning on putting all three on this item?

The intruder brought in two more carts to make a total of three, and she wheeled the first one to the bound and nude mother. It seems that I am going onto this one, and I will most likely be bound to it. Jan was lifted up by the intruder, and placed on the cart so that she was kneeling across the narrow part with the vertical bars to the left and right of her. One end of a length of rope was tied to her wrist bonds, with the other end taken over the central bar that ran from right to left above Jan’s head, and the cart was moved into her original position so that she faced her daughters.

The second cart was taken over to where Angela was bound, and the lady was made to kneel on the wood, before another piece of cord was bound to her wrists and taken over the bar. After a few more minutes, Katherine had been put on the third cart, and she also had a rope tied to her wrists.

I’m guessing that our kidnapper is going to raise our arms above our heads and tie our wrists to the bar above us. Jan looked up as the intruder took hold of the rope and it was pulled until her hands were brought above her head. I knew it! You’re going to keep us in this position. Wait, what’s going on? The pulling of the rope continued, and the mother’s feet were lifted up into the air with only her knees touching the ground. I’m suspended, and there’s already a strain on my knees and shoulders. This position is a torture by itself. It was only when the captive’s legs were vertical that the captor tied off the other end of the rope so that it wouldn’t slip.

“Your turn now, my cuddlesome cutie.” Athena said as she walked over to Angela. The rope that was bound to her wrists was pulled and Jan looked on in a kind of fascination as her daughter’s arms were pulled above her head, before the helpless lady was forced to have only her knees touch the bottom of the cart.

Angela had already started to whimper when Katherine was hoisted up until she was suspended with her knees touching the cart, which left all three women helpless and stretched out. I don’t think that you can make this any worse for us than it is at the moment. Oh no, I spoke too soon. The rope that trailed from above the mother’s right knee was looped around the front vertical bar to the right of the captive, and it was pulled until her leg was as far right as possible. The end of the rope was tied off, the other trailing rope was taken around the left bar, and pulled until Jan’s legs were as far apart as possible.

You’ve tied the end to the left part of the frame and I can’t move my legs or arms! It’s almost like a spreadeagle with my legs splayed like this, and I must be an obscene sight right now. The mother had no other choice but to watch as Angela and Katherine were bound in the same way so that they were all in an inverted Y position.

“You might as well get used to it ladies, as you will be bound like this for the rest of the night.” Athena said as she picked up a new bag. The response from the captive trio was immediate as they protested through their gags and struggled against their bonds. “It’s your own fault, had Mummy Dearest given me the information earlier, you three could have been given a nice rest on your beds while I made my escape. However, it’s too late, and I will have to leave in the morning, so I can’t see why you shouldn’t suffer for it.”

Jan’s eyes went wide as the intruder reached into the bag and took out ten wooden spring clothes pegs that were attached together with a length of twine, and she emitted a series of yelps as each peg was applied in a line to the soft flesh of her inside right thigh which was already raw from the wax torture. OMG, you’ve taken out another ten! It was just as painful when her left thigh was subjected to the second line of pegs, and her tormentor pulled on a few of them which showed just how sensitive the area was.

A bundle of pegs were taken out of the bag and there were further cries from the captive as six were applied to the mound of her right breast, with another half-dozen pegged onto her next breast. As Athena moved on to Angela, Jan discovered that she was unable to remain still due to the discomfort that was inflicted on her by her bondage and the clothes pegs. No matter what I do, I am still unable to find any way of relieving my torment.

There were cries from Angela as she experienced the pain and humiliation of having the pegs applied to her body, and a few minutes later Katherine had to suffer at the hands of the intruder as she was tormented in the same way as the other women.

I suppose that in a way that we should be thankful, as you could have put clothes pegs on our nipples or worse. Oh no, I shouldn’t have thought that you had finished. Athena held two pegs in her hands and she pressed her items against  the mother’s breasts, with the ends moved towards her nipples. You’re going to torture my nipples!

The intruder smiled as the pegs traced a circle around the nipples of the helpless mother. “Actually, this is purely optional for you, Mummy Dearest. Would you like me to put these nice little clothes pegs on your nipples?”

The captive shook her head in the hope that the intruder would keep her word. You are actually offering me whether or not I want my nipples tortured. Is there a catch to this? The clothes pegs started to move down, and they made slow and steady progress until they were at her Mound of Venus. It can’t be, you can’t be planning-, no, No NO!

The closed ends of the pegs were pressing against the petals of the mother’s flower, when the intruder pressed on them so that they opened. “It’s a pity that you didn’t want these on your nipples, as I have to put them somewhere. Remember, it was your choice.”

Protests were screamed from the captive’s gagged mouth as she shook her head in horror at the impending torture of her most intimate area. Please not there, anywhere but there.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” The intruder asked. “Have you changed your mind?”

As soon as the questions were asked, Jan started nod with such force that it made her feel dizzy. yes, I’ve changed my mind, just don’t put it on my-.

“I don’t think that you’re sure about this. If you are, beg and plead for me to place these on your nipples.”

Please, yes. Put those on my nipples and torment me with them, I want you to use the clothes pegs on my breasts. The words that Jan tried to speak seemed to come out as gibberish, but her captor seemed to grasped the meaning as she moved the open ends of the pegs up to Jan’s nipples.

“You do know that you have been a very naughty lady for lying to me, when you obviously wanted these pegs to be on your nipples. Do you think that an appropriate punishment would be for me press down as hard as possible with the pegs after I apply them to your body?”

Yes, press them down hard, torture me hard. OMG you’ve got me to beg you to torture me with the pegs, that’s what you were after all along. This has been a trick to get me to state that I want them on me. There was a cry from Jan as the pegs were released so that the ends bit into the flesh of her nipples, and this was followed by a long and loud scream as the intruder pinched the heads between thumb and forefinger which crushed the nipples still further. The pegs were twisted, pulled and pushed, with the tormented mother shrieking at each movement, and Jan would have been relieved when it stopped, except for the fact that Angela was going to be next.

Two more pegs were produced, and they were placed between Angela’s legs with the ends open. “Would you like me to place these on your nipples and twist them?” The poor lady seemed almost enthusiastic in her nodding as the pegs were taken up to her breasts in a slow and deliberate manner, but the expression changed on her face as the wooden items bit into her which caused her to scream from the pain.

Katherine tried to look as defiant as possible as the intruder approached her, but even her resolve crumbled as she felt the wooden ends of the pegs press against her flower, and she ended up begging as much as the others to have her nipples clamps by the pegs.

The captive mother trembled as her tormentor stood in front of her, and she cried out as one of the pegs on her right breast was pushed down. “Mummy Dearest, these pegs look like the keyboards of a musical instrument. I suppose that you could call it a Piano of Pain, which reminds me of a sixties film with Jane Fonda in. To misquote the movie I suppose this could be a ‘Sonata for torturer and various bound women’.”

There was another cry by the mother as a second peg was twisted, and the three captives suffered through the evening as the peg torture continued...