Jan: Black Box Bondage Part 7 of 12

“All you have to do is tell me one little thing, and I will be able to provide you with so much pleasure.” The tormented mother cried out on the bed as each little caress of her Mound sent shockwaves throughout her body, and she hoped that she would have enough strength to resist her captor’s seductive actions.

A few minutes ago, this was the most wonderful feeling I could have wished for, but it has become just another torment for me. There were moans from the captive as the mounds of her breasts were subjected to soft little bites which teased her lust, and she attempted to thrust her hips up against her captor’s body in the hope of achieving some kind of release.

“Actually, it might be better for you if you weren’t on your back.” Jan felt the woman rise up and her own body was turned around until she was face down on the bed, with her erect nipples brushing against the material with each little movement. “That’s much better, I think.” Athena lay down on top of Jan, and the captive cried out as the vibrator was pressed against the flower of her intimacy, with the action almost teasing her to orgasm. “See, it’s working on you already. Just tell me the location of the data, and you can have a wonderful release.”

Athena placed her hands under Jan’s chest, and the lady in bondage writhed as her breasts and nipples were caressed by her tormentor. Please, just let me hold on and resist. As the mother as teased to distraction with the touching of her body, she was asked time and time again to reveal where the information was, but she somehow managed to summon enough willpower to resist surrendering the knowledge to the intruder.

“Maybe you need some time to think on this matter on your own, so I’m going to go downstairs and make sure that your daughters don’t get bored. Now, how do I make sure that the vibrator doesn’t slip while I’m gone? Oh, they should be useful.”

Jan felt the touch of her captor’s hand at her thighs and the poor woman yelped as her panties were pulled up enough so that they held the vibrator in position. “That’s it, now enjoy yourself while I have fun with your daughters.”

The mother made protesting sounds through her gag and shook her head at the last comment. Have fun with my daughters, what are you planning to do to them? She listened to a rustling sound beside the bed, and she guessed that the lady who held her prisoner was getting dressed so that the helpless daughters would not be able to recognise her. “OWLPH!” Jan cried out again as her bottom was given a second spank, but her writhing on the bed only added to the flame of her lust.

“I’ll see you later, have a great time, dear. Oh, I’ll be leaving the doors open so that you can listen in on what’s happening downstairs.” There was the sound of the bedroom door opening followed by footsteps going down the stairs, and this prompted the tormented woman to struggle against her bonds in a futile attempt to escape. The results of this was that her breasts and nipples rubbed against the bed and the vibrator pressed against her intimacy, which caused her to forget about anything but her own desire.

It’s almost like the Torment of Tantalus, where what he desired was just out of reach, and I am unable to obtain my fulfilment. Jan rubbed and thrust herself against the bed so that she may just have a chance of finding the relief that her body demanded of her, but she froze when she heard two shrieks from downstairs. You have started tormenting my daughters already, and I can do nothing to help them

She heard the sounds of her daughters’ voices, and it seemed as if they were begging and pleading to the woman who was going to make them suffer. Even as Jan listened to this, her body almost seemed to take on a mind of its own as she writhed on the bed, which excited her body still further. My daughters are suffering, and my most important thought is getting an orgasm! This is horrible.

Jan had no idea of the passing of time, and everything seemed to consist of her own lustful desire and movements, and the noises from downstairs consisted of cries of fear, pain and even shock. I can’t even be with Katherine and Angela so that they could get some kind of support from my presence, but I’m tied to a bed and trying to get pleasure from it. I don’t even know if it’s better or worse that I don’t know what is happening to you.

The cries grew louder and louder, and the helpless mother felt guilty as she was unable to do anything to help her daughters while she was upstairs on the bed, and she was almost sobbing as the screams reached a crescendo before going quiet.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY GIRLS!

Sometime after the sounds stopped, there were footsteps going up the stairs, and Athena walked into the room. “Have you reconsidered my offer?”

Jan shook her head in an act of defiance. Maybe if you had just left me alone, I may have crumbled, but to do things to my daughters has just made me angry.

“Well, If taking you downstairs in a minute, but first, I have to get you arranged a little better.” There was movement at the bottom of the bed as the rope that bound her ankles to the footboard was untied, and there was the feel of metal against her bare chest as her bra was cut off with a pair of scissors. “Just one more thing to sort out.” The captive’s panties were pulled back down to her thighs, the vibrator was pulled away from between her legs and the lady gave a sigh of relief as the device of torment was removed.

As the intruder forced Jan to stand and hop out of the room she said. “You daughters and I have been enjoying ourselves downstairs. Well, I think that I have been doing most of the enjoying, but your daughters found that it was quite a scream.” Jan seethed as they made their way to the top of the stairs, where she was lowered down onto her bottom. “I’m quite sure that you can move down the stairs, even with the cloth over your eyes. You can take your time if you want, but I will just entertain myself with your daughters again.”

It wasn’t long before the mother was at the bottom of the stairs and Athena forced her to hop into the living room, where her blindfold was removed, and the helpless woman gasped at the sight in front of her. Katherine and Angela were lying on their backs on the floor, with a length of cord connecting their ankles but leaving a gap of about a foot between them. They no longer had the clamps on their nipples but their panties were also around their thighs, and they seemed to be trying to look away from their mother.

I’m sorry, but surely you can’t be that angry at me. It almost looks as if they are ashamed of me or of something. The intruder forced Jan to hop over to her daughters and sit so that her feet nearly touched theirs, and another length of rope was used to bind all three of the captive’s ankles together.

“Now girls, do you want me to tell mummy dearest what fun we have been getting up to while she’s been upstairs?” Athena asked. The girls responded by shaking their heads and making pleading noises in the hope that it would remain a secret. “In that case, you should look at mum instead of turning your heads away.”

The mother was shocked as she saw the looks of embarrassment and shame on her daughter’s faces. Oh My God! What has happened to you?

It was almost as if the intruder could sense what was going through Jan’s mind. “I’m not going to tell you what happened, and I don’t think that your darling girls will ever tell you either. Maybe it is best that you do not know, but you are never going to find out. Now, lie back so that we can begin the next part of the evening’s entertainment.”

As Jan lie down on her back, or more properly, her arms, she noticed that it was already dark outside, so she knew that she must have been upstairs for several hours. How long do you intend on keeping us prisoner and tormenting us like this? Her eyes followed the intruder as she walked over to a bag, and her eyes widened in fear as she saw what the lady removed. A lighter, and three long red candles taped together at the base! You’re going to use wax torture on us!

The tormenter in black walked back to where the three ladies had their feet bound together, pressed the button on the lighter, and pressed the flame to the wicks of the three candles. At this, all three of the helpless ladies writhed and pulled against their bonds in order to escape, even though they knew that such an action would prove to be useless.

It was Jan’s turn to scream first, as searing molten drops of wax fell onto her feet and her toes, but she was followed in turn by Katherine and then Angela as their feet were also tormented by the lit candles. There were further cries from the mother as little red splashes appeared along her shins as the intruder moved the tip of the candles up and down her lower legs until most of the area was covered in wax. Unfortunately for the mother, there was no real respite when the torture of her legs stopped as she had to watch and listen as Katherine and Angela were subjected to the same suffering.

“Thank you for not telling me where the data is, as the situation allows me to continue torturing you three, and I must admit to loving the experience.” Jan screamed again as the hot drips landed on the soft flesh of her thighs, and even though she struggled, the possibility of avoiding the steady torment was zero. “I love it when you squirm, as I find it such an arousing experience.”

The front of the poor mother’s upper legs were dotted all over with the evidence of her suffering as the intruder turned her attention to Katherine, who made as much noise as her mother when the liquid rained down upon her thighs. Angela was the final lady to have her legs painted with wax, and her cries indicated that she had less resistance to pain than the other two.

“I think that I shall have to prevent you from moving up while I provide more encouragement.” Athena said as she took hold of Jan’s hair with her left hand while holding the head of the candles over the captive’s navel. Within moments, the mother cried out as the hot wax filled the depression, and the tormentor created figure of eights composed of droplets on her body. Every time that the helpless lady felt the pain on her skin she tried to sit up straight, but this created an additional torment as it felt as if her hair was going to be pulled out by the routes. After a daisy pattern had been created on Jan’s abdomen, Athena repeated the process with the two daughters who suffered just as much as their mother.

The captive’s hair was held again by the woman, and Jan screamed as the candles were placed over the mound of her right breast. This is going to hurt even more than before, and after my breasts there’s only one more place that you can torment me with. Drip after drip landed on her breasts, and the intruder switched to the mounds of her left breast after the first was mostly covered.

“I’ve saved the best part of this until last.” The landing of the molten material on Jan’s right nipple make her shriek louder than ever before as one of the most sensitive areas of her body. The intruder alternated the impacts between the two nipples in order to try and maximise the suffering of her captive, and Jan knew that this wasn’t the worst location for inflicting pain. Athena moved over to Katherine, but the mother was as much concerned about her future suffering as she was about what was happening to her daughters, and there was only one area of her body that had been untouched by the present torture.

“I’ve saved the best part until last.” Jan struggled as the intruder took hold of her hair, but she knew that her actions were doomed to failure, so she bit down on the ball of her gag as she expected this to be the worse yet. Even though her head was held to the ground by her hair in Athena’s left hand, her body arched and she screamed when the first droplets of wax fell onto her Mound of Venus. It seemed as if the tormented woman was frozen in place as more of the area was covered in the red substance, and it was only when there was no more skin to be obscured did the intruder move on to Jan’s daughters.

It was only after the same torment had been inflicted on Katherine and Angela that the trio received a break from the torture. “All three of you have been such good sports.” Athena said as she blew out the candles and put them to one side. “I won’t be using these candles on you, and I won’t drop any more wax on those areas of your body that are covered. However, I will turn your bodies so that all three of you are lying on your front.”

It was Angela who was the first to be manoeuvred into the new position, and Jan noticed that the woman in black had picked up the duct tape, tore off three strips and placed them across the captive’s bottom, leaving a gap of about an inch between the three strips. It was Katherine’s turn to be on her front next, and the mother noticed that the same routine happened to her other daughter. The last woman to be moved was Jan, and after she was face down she felt the three strips bind her cheeks together.

Why have you done this to our bottoms? If you wanted to hurt us in some way, I would have that that you would have wanted out cheeks to be parted. Athena walked over to the bag, picked it up and went over to Angela who turned her head in the hope that she could see what was happening. You can’t have more punishment in store for us, especially after what we have just gone through.

Angela shook her head as the intruder took long, white, non tapered inch wide candles out of her bag and placed them on the captive. The first two candles were spaced in an even distance between the lady’s ankle and below the knee ropes, and a single one was inserted between her knees. Two more were forced between the legs in the space from the ropes above the knee to the mid thigh, and two more were put between the forearms of the helpless lady.

“You three are to become a candelabra of calamity, and I will enjoy the display.” Athena said as she pushed more candles between Katherine’s arms and legs, in the same format as the other daughter. “This is going to be very entertaining.”

The last candles were placed between Katherine’s forearms, and the mother braced herself as seven candles were put into the same positions on her own body. It’s going to hurt when you start the torment, but at least you haven’t attached them to us at our most sensitive locations while we were lying on our backs. What are you doing now? The bound woman was surprised by the touch of fingers on her bottom between the top and middle strips of duct tape, and then she was shocked as an item was inserted between her bottom cheeks in the area that was bounded by the tape. A second item was pushed in between the middle and bottom strips, and Jane realised with horror what Athena had planned.

Those are candles, you’ve managed to turn my bottom into a candle holder! That’s why you use the tape, it was so that you can use our cheeks to make sure that the candles stay in place. Now you’re doing something at my thighs! A candle was inserted between the soft flesh of Jan’s thighs, halfway from the thigh rope and the top of her legs, and a final candle pressed against the top of her legs so that the base touched her intimacy.

Angela begged and pleaded as the intruder knelt beside her and placed four candles at the most sensitive areas of her body, and soon Katherine was whimpering as she had to suffer the indignity of the insertions. These candles are going to hurt more than the others, and if the wax on the last one dribbles down to the bottom...

After the final candle was put into position, the intruder walked over to the light switch and plunged the room into darkness, before stepping back to where the captives were whining through their gags at their impending torture. There was a click, and a small amount of light was provided by the flame of the lighter.

“Let’s start on you, mummy dearest.” The mother did her best to stay motionless as the brightness increased around her as each candle was light, but she knew that it wouldn’t be long before this would be impossible. She looked to her left and saw that the candles on Angela were lit up, so that she became visible, and soon Katherine became visible in the warm light tat was provided by the candles.

“Soft glow, hard torture. I’ll just sit down and watch what happens.” The intruder moved out of the area of light, and it wasn’t long before Jan screamed as the first drop of the hot wax fell upon her skin. This cry was followed by others and soon, all three ladies were shrieking as they suffered in the dim light. The mother cried out even louder as drops from the four last candles hit the most sensitive areas, with the dribble coming down the top of her legs being the worst.

The cries became almost constant as the ladies struggled in the illumination that was provided by the implements of their torture...