This was too much for the helpless lady as she stared
through the open doorway to the corridor and when she shook her head at the
latest order, the captive failed to notice her kidnapper drop the bag so that
she could step behind the nude victim.
“Now, I will say for a second time, hop to my room.” Melinda
felt something on her breasts and her attention became focused on a more
immediate situation, as she looked down to see each nipple held in a firm grip
between the thumb and index finger of her captor.
You can’t be planning
to torment me, just because I don’t want to be seen in public like this. It’s
too unfair! When the lady shook her head for a second time, her actions
were interrupted by a scream escaping from her gagged mouth as her nipples were
crushed by Vivienne, who also twisted and pulled the sensitive pieces of flesh.
Stop it, just stop it! This torment
of Melinda’s breasts continued for about a minute, with the bound nude begging
for her intense suffering to come to an end, but the captor ignored the pleas
for mercy.
“Are you going to hop to my room?” Vivienne said, pulling
extra hard on the soft mounds of the defenceless girl who realised that this
was only going to stop when she agreed to the demand of her tormentor.
I’ll do it, I’ll hop
to your room, just don’t do this to me! Melinda nodded her head while she cried
out through her gag, but even though the captor dropped her hands the pain in
the captive’s breasts persisted for a few more seconds, before diminishing to a
dull ache. Just what are you going to do
to me once I get to your room?
“I’m glad that you have agreed to my request, so it is time
for you to get started on your journey.” As the woman in charge picked up the
bag, Melinda made her little hops towards the corridor and her heart was racing
as she left her room, even though the corridor was empty for the moment. It
took just a little effort for her to turn to the right, but although it was a
short walking distance, to the helpless damsel it appeared that was going to
take her hours to traverse the distance in her little hops. Vivienne exited the
room with her bag and the closing of the door caused the captive to become even
more fearful as her only potential escape route was denied to her.
Oh no, these ropes are
having an even greater effect on me, now that I’m making hop after hop.
Every time that the bound Melinda made one of her small jumps, her upper body
twisted a little which meant that the crotch and breast ropes rubbed against
her and these combined to increase the strength of these new feelings in her
body. Before the helpless lady was even half-way down the corridor to the room
of her captor, she emitted a moan after every hop which was a response to the
teasing of her body. Although the lady thought that this psychological torment
would go on forever, she managed to reach Vivienne’s door which allowed her a
measure of relief. I’ve made it, but I
hope that you won’t force me to wait outside.
“I have to get you inside now, as too many questions will be
asked about my helpless victim if we are spotted.” Vivienne had her room key
ready in her hand and she wasted no time in unlocking the door before opening it
wide, so that the nude in bondage could hop into the room with the door being
closed behind her. “There is no escape for you, now that you are in my lair.” Vivienne
said as she took the dagger out of the bag and put it on a bedside table, while
the fire between Melinda’s legs burned stronger than ever.
I need to touch myself
right at the top of my legs, but I can’t do that with my hands tied behind my
back. It’s almost like having an itch that you cannot scratch, but this makes
any itch feel like nothing in comparison. Melinda squirmed her upper body while Vivienne looked at her laptop, in the
hope that the rope between her legs might help, but the only thing that she
managed to achieve was to increase the need to be caressed. That knob on the top of the post, at the
foot of the bed is just about the same height as the place where I am aching
and my captor looks a little preoccupied, so if I hop over to the bed, I might
be able to do something about this sensation. It took just a few hops for
the tormented captive to reach the post and once the lady was in position, she
pressed her Mound of Venus against the bed knob before she moved her body up
and down, so that she could caress as much as much of the affected area as
possible. That feels so good, I must be
doing something right. Melinda closed her eyes as she used the top of the
post to caress her body, and in her imagination it was Death who was smoothing
his hand against her most intimate area. NO!
Melinda was so focused on the effect that she was getting
from the bedpost, that she didn’t notice that Vivienne had moved from her
laptop and the first time the captive realised that she was in trouble was when
her head was pulled back by her hair. “You bad girl! I let you into my room and
this is what you do! I have no other choice but to give you a good old
fashioned punishment!” This tug was so harsh that the poor woman was made to
hop back away from the bed, which meant that she could no longer press herself
against the bed knob and the continuing pressure on her head by the captor’s
left hand forced the prisoner to bend over so that her body was parallel with
the floor.
Oh come on, there’s
only one way that you can punish me while I am stuck like this, and you
wouldn’t be so mean as t- OUCH! There was a second cry from the bound girl
as another hard spank landed on her bottom and she squirmed in her bonds while
her posterior received four more smacks. Although her bottom smarted from the
punishment that had been inflicted on her, the flame between her legs appeared
to grow as if fuel had been thrown onto it and the smoothing of her cheeks for
a minute seemed to amplify the feeling. This
whole thing is like an exquisite torture, and I don’t know how to bring an end
to it.
“Now lady, you can either lie down on the bed on your back,
or you can spend the next ten minutes having your bottom spanked like the bad little
girl that you are.” Vivienne kept hold of the hair of the captive who was made
to hop over to the bed before she ended up sitting on her side of the bed where
her hair was released. “If you have any sense, then you will make your decision
quickly, otherwise I will turn those cheeks of yours bright red.”
You appear to mean it,
so I had better obey you as I would like to be able to sit down later. It
took two minutes of squirming for the captive to get into place, due the
restriction of her bonds and once she was in position, Vivienne knelt astride
her at the hips. Melinda closed her eyes as every part of her exposed body was
kissed and caressed by the lady who was in full control of her and again she
pretended that it was Death who was treating her in this way…
“It’s time to prepare you for the next phase.” Melinda was
rolled onto her front, the crotch-rope was untied from her elbows so that it
could be looped over her wrist ropes and her legs were bent at the knees so
that her heels pressed into her bottom. The free end of the crotch-rope was
taken around the ankle bonds and it was pulled so tight that it dug into the
most intimate part of her body, before the end was tied off. Whenever the
helpless lady had struggled before with the crotch-rope, it had been both
pleasurable and irritating, but as she squirmed in the added hogtie, the
previous sensations ended up paling into insignificance and she emitted moans
with each little movement. OMG, what have
you done to me? I want to stop this movement to get a measure of relief, but
something seems to be forcing me to continue squirming.
“Oh look, a lovely captive, all hogtied and helpless.”
Vivienne said as she rolled the captive onto her left side, before the
kidnapper retrieved the dagger and knelt in front of the lady who was trembling
as she kept her eyes on the blade. “Yes, it is a lovely piece of metal, my
wonderful prisoner, and it exists for one purpose.” For a moment, the helpless
nude forgot about the inferno at the top of her legs as the knife was pressed
between her upper thighs and it was moved up her body until it reached her
breasts. However, once the tip of the blade was use to trace a figure of eight
around the breasts of the prisoner, she became aware that her Mound was getting
even hotter as a result.
You are going to use
this as the device of my pretend murder! I just hope that you don’t take too
long as I need to find some way of ending this ache inside me.
“You are so beautiful, my little girl and I wish that I could
keep you, but you will make a wonderful sacrifice for my Goddess.” Vivienne
said as she lifted the weapon up to the neck of the captive, who was trembling a
little from fear but most of it was from her anticipation from the climax of
the role play.
I’m to be a human
sacrifice? Oh wow, I’ve never gone through that scenario before and it means
that you have been carrying your sacrificial knife all along.
“You are nearly ready for the touch of my sacred blade and
soon it will be used to open up that pretty little neck of yours. However, if
you do manage to escape those bonds of yours, I will have no choice but to
allow you to leave, according to the rules.” Melinda was placed on her front in
the middle of the bed and after a few seconds, the girl noticed that she was
thrusting her hips against the mattress which made her feel even hotter. “Try
to get free of your ropes now, my sexy sacrifice, as you have five minutes to
escape from your ropes.” As the captor spoke, the side of the knife was moved over
the bare skin of the prisoner who started to struggle against the ropes and her
struggles became more frantic with each passing second.
I can’t stop my
actions! It’s as if I’m no longer under my own control and that feeling inside
me is like an inferno. The sensation in the body of the woman grew as her
movements continued and the prisoner wondered what was going to happen to her,
as she cried out at each little caress of her body by the crotch-rope. Help me, Vivienne, please help me! Soon,
her world narrowed down to the only things that she was aware of and this was
her constant, frantic struggles along with the fire that was burning inside her,
which meant that she did not notice how much time had passed...
“You last chance is up, sacrifice! Time for you to meet you
doom!” Melinda screamed out in shock as Vivienne made her clichéd comment
before kneeling astride the squirming captive and there was another cry as the
helpless lady’s hair was grasped in the left hand of the woman above her. A
moment later, the bound woman squealed as her head was pulled back as far as
possible, while the captor’s right hand moved the blade across the victim’s
throat.
When Melinda experienced the touch of the metal moving over
her neck, she thought for a moment that this was for real, as the sensation in
her body seemed to explode. She let out a long scream as her hair was released,
with her moaning and convulsing in her bonds as this latest sensation made her
body blind to anything else that was happening…
When the helpless lady became aware of her surroundings
again, the first thing she noticed was how rested and peaceful she was inside,
as she lay on her left side and when she opened her eyes she discovered that
something covering her upper face which prevented her from seeing. This has been a wonderful experience, and I
hope that it is the first of many. I wonder what is going to happen next?
“I have come for you, now that you are dead.” Even though
the voice was disguised, it wasn’t hard for the fake sacrificial victim to
recognise it as Vivienne’s, although Melinda’s present state of reverie somehow
managed to persuade her that it was Death who was lying beside her. As two arms
held her in a gentle embrace, sweet little kisses were landed on her gagged
lips and in her mind the helpless lady surrendered herself to the loving
attentions of Death…
“Well, did you enjoy your first bondage game as an adult?”
The pressure against Melinda’s eyes disappeared as the sleep mask was removed
and she stared into the eyes of the woman who lay beside her, before she gave a
slow nod to show that she had.
“It was rather obvious though, as I have never seen a bondage
orgasm as intense as yours.”
Bondage orgasm? Wait,
is that what has happened to me this evening? There was a look of complete
surprise on the face of the helpless lady at the mention of the word orgasm, as
only at this moment did she understand why she had experienced all of these new
sensations.
“OMG, Melinda. Are you honestly trying to tell me that you
had no idea what was going on inside your body tonight?” There was a nod from
the bound woman in response to the question from her captor. “This has been
your first orgasm?” Again there was a nod from the captive whose cheeks were starting
to turn red as she started to feel like a naïve little virgin girl who had been
seduced by a more experienced woman.
At least I now know
what was going on inside me, but I was unable to think straight at the time so
I couldn’t relate it to anything that I had learnt.
“Well, I’m flattered that I have been your first time.”
Vivienne said as she unbuckled the straps of the ball-gag, before removing the
large red rubber ball from the mouth of the helpless captive and the captor
stole a series of soft kisses from the helpless lady. “It did look like a lot
of fun, as I have only been tied up in straight bondage. Would you like to
return the favour and turn me into the kidnapped and sacrificial victim?”
Melinda didn’t even have to think about the idea of being in
charge for once, as it would be the first time that Vivienne would experience
this fantasy, so she said “Yes, I’ll be happy to play the evil villainess so
that you can feel the same way that I have.”
“Thank you.” The captor said as she started to untie, the
hogtied lady. “I’ll just mention a few things first. The main secret of
controlling the tightness of the ropes is in the cinching, and by using his you
can…”
It was just over an hour later when Vivienne was lying naked
and prone on her own bed, in the exact bondage that she had placed Melinda in
and as her erotic sensations were on the edge, her head was pulled back so that
the knife could be drawn across her throat. This was enough to take the captive
over into bliss as she emitted an orgasmic shriek, while her body convulsed on
the bed and Melinda exchanged the blade for a sleep mask which was slipped over
the eyes of Vivienne, who appeared to be oblivious to anything around her.
When you rouse from
your reverie, it will be my turn to play Death who will love and comfort you.
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