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NMSilverFox -> Desert Enslavment (2/21/2005 11:04:56 PM)
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In a remote canyon, outside of Tucson. Sits a long abandoned adobe settlement. Just a house really. Long weathered and eroded walls. That barely contain the stability to hold the roof in place. That is, if you can call it a roof. What once was a classical territorial style ceiling is now nothing more than 4 inch wooden beams running the breadth of the structure. Each beam about 24 inches from its partner. The warm spring sun just breaks the peak to the east. Streaming over the beams against the western wall of the house.
He sits splayed and naked with his back to the wall on the cold dirt floor of the abandoned adobe. Save for the black hood covering his head. His wrists are chained above him. The chain wrapped around one of the beams holding his wrists in their steel restraints. His now raw wrists have been chafed by the metal cuffs in the night.
He knows besides the fact that he is confined only part of how he had come to be here.The meeting had been planned as they had discussed it over the internet for a very long time. When she sent him a first class round trip ticket. Things were confirmed. What suprised him on arrival was that whe wanted to have him meet her in a local bar rather than her home or perhaps a motel. Upon arriving at the airport he called her cell. Letting her know he was in town. She told him to take a cab to the bar where they met. When he got there he found that she was even lovelier than her picture. He was smitten right away with her winsome ways. She appeared to be taken with him as well. They chatted warmly over dinner and drinks. That was the last thing he could remember before waking up in his current state.
There was something else. His rectum was very sore. He realized that he had been raped. There was nothing in his mind to help hime collect anything to recall save his meeting with her. A bird brakes his wonder with its cry over head. Then he hears the approach of crunching gravel followed by the death of an engine. The opening and closing of a car door. Finally, approaching footsteps.
He shifts his position to something one could call defensable. Struggling to a stand he readys himself to try to use his feet however blindly to somehow try to subdue who ever might be coming. He hears the footsteps entering the structure. His sense of hearing making up for his lack of sight, speech or true scent. He steels himself for blind conflict when he is utterly taken back by a huge flood of icy cold water being thrown at him. Not like a shower but en-mass. As if someone had thrown the contents of a 5 gallon bucket on him. Which, in fact is exactly what had happened.
"I bet you feel like shit this morning pet. So I thought I would give you a quick bath." Theses words are spoken by the vixen who led him here. Her hand quickly grasping his open balls as his legs are quickly pinned by her knees against the wall. In his hood he quietly begins to shed the tears of the defeated. The outward sign is that of his body slowly sinking back to the floor. Her hand not arguing with his complacency.
"Bit foggy are we?" Her voice chuckles above him. "You sure are a wonderful fuck." He feels the tips of her finger nails sofly running down his chest. Like clever nails spread apart. Her claws move slowly down his torso. "Don't worry Dear. You will live through this. I promise" Her hands vanish from their former ministrations. His feet are quickly hobbled at the ankles and just above the knees with fast chain bindings. Enough so he can move them and possibly walk but little else. Her voice softly snickers with sinister glee just at his ear." Since you got in my car last night you have been on video feed pet. Your abduction has been broadcast to the internet live via satelite feed. If you recall. This is not uncommon from many of the stories and desires you have been telling me over these many months. But It's time to show your public what you are made of. I brought along a bit of encouragement for you though. I'm going to very slowly break you. Starting with this."
Quickly she turns him over and inserts a lubed dildo into him. The shock causes him to scream behind his hood.
"Thats right.. Let us all know how good it feels." Laughter follows as she twists it gently back and forth inside him. Furthering both his torment and his moans.
She flips him over onto his back. She conceals her evil intent within a dark shroud of seduction. Hes loins are soon brought to aching encouragement.
"You look so beautiful bound and hard. I promise you will suffer. I promise you will beg. You will beg for more when you are given permission to speak."
His back arches up with a strong twitch as she takes him in her mouth. Her fluid motions on hims bring him and his delerium to full need. By his panting she can sense his near orgasm and stops. Her fist still gripping his testes very tightly.
"I'll be right back." He hears softly and her footsteps move about the room. He is more helped than brought to a stance and she stands behind him. Her hands softly move over his skin. Soothing and moving the ground in flecks of dirt. A soft towel is moved over his skin and he feels her softness against his back. Her hands brush softly over the hood on his face. Gently caressing his head in loving possession. "Don't struggle baby. Give yourself to me. You came here for this gift. Let me give it to you lovingly instead of with torment anguish and violence. If you try to struggle. You will be dealt with harshly. Please understand. You will submit. Consider me just like the borg pet. Resistance is futile. Nod your head if you agree."
His head drops. Followed by a slow rise. She can hear the weeping sorrow of complete surrender coming from this man. "I am going to move you now. I will guide you." She unlocks one wrist very tenderly taking it and massaging the sore muscles of his arm. His wrist is treated with a salve and gently gauzed over. A soft leather cuff is put over the gauze wrap. His other wrist is taken down and treated in the same way and bound behind him. He can move and relax. Even stretch his muscles. But he remains utterly captive.
"Walk forward slowly." He feels her guide his hips from behind. He can sense that they are moving from the inside of the structure to the outside desert. His bare feet already wincing from the dirt floor , are forced to provide more of a small dance over the pebbles outside. She guides him to a specific place the morning sun shining on his right side. Chains are connected to his ankles and his wrists. She unlocks the link behind his back and his wrists fall still chained. He has some freedom of movement for only a few moments. Soon his arms are drawn up and away from him to the sides. He is not drawn tight however. New cuffs are placed on his biceps and also drawn by chain. The same is done with his ankles and thighs. Soon he hangs spread eagle drawn by eight chains. He is able to stand but otherwise is utterly helpless. Again her fingernails begin to stroke his open flesh. Both hands stoping at his loins Her voice speaks as if to someone else. His cock and testes being bound by her hands. "I will now reveal my slaves identity." Her strong fingers have wrapped a cord around the base of his root and under him separating his testes. Then strangling off the scrotum. Stretching his balls into it's sack. By the time shes finished his well spread testes hang a full inch and a half below his raging penis.
Her voice is next. Soft at his ear. " I am going to take your hood off. The sun is not in your eyes. Open them slowly and take your time. When you can speak. Nod your head but do not speak. Consider this an interview. Answer my questions. With honesty and respect. Clear?" He can only nod.
The hood is slowly removed and he slowly blinks his eyes. As the gag is removed he moves it around to clear the ache that is in his jaw. Once he can focus he sees her for the first time since the night before. She stands brightly lit by the sun. Nude except for the knee high black Doc Martens. A belt is around her waist. From it hangs a whip on one side. A holsterd gun rests on her opposite hip. Her dark red hair falls about her open shoulders brightly framing her bemused face. Behind her stands a camera on a tripod. She says nothing but points to the vehicle. Turning his head toward the vehicle he sees a dark panel van. A small dish. Very much like the kind you see on motor homes. Resting atop the vehicle. Points lazily at the near southern sky. In full view of the camera
She walks up to him smiling. She takes his cock and presses her self against his hanging body. Stroking him slowly she smiles. "Tell me you love it."
"I love it!" He sighs. She moves aside of him still stroking his cock very slowly. Her free hand plays with his full skin. Nails stroking it slowly and gently everywhere she can reach.
"Tell the folks your name and place of residence."
"Umm..." His quick hesitation is met by fingernails clenching his open ass cheek. His body jerks in response. "David William Roberts. Santa Fe." The sun on the side of his face helps to bring beads of sweat to his brow.
"Why are you here? David William Roberts of Santa Fe?" Her voice reminds him of a sadistic girl bully he rememberes from elementary school.
"Do be dominated by You Mistress Patricia."
"Perhaps more?" Her hand moves from his cock to tickle the tight scrotum below.
"YES!" He is forced to exclaim.
"And you asked for this yes?"
"Yes" He softly is made to moan.
"How much money have you given me?"
"None." He openly replies.
"Thank you Pet. That will be all." Patricia leans up on her toes and taking his head kisses him deeply. Her hold upon him telling him she is very pleased. She steps back smiling. "Because you have been so good. I put forth an option to the web audience." She takes the camera from its perch. Moving in close to him. Speaking into the mike. "The question is simple folks. Shall i gag him or not, for what happens next? He will scream either way. Where we are he will be heard only by birds and animals. Not to mention your selves of course. Slave you may make your requests known to the audience."
"SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE! HELP! I'M INAGGGGHHHHHHHH! "The camera catches her boot slaming into his groin. Patricia quickly mounts the device and places a fist in his solar plexus. Deepening his groan. In his moments of shock and sudden anguish he has a ball gag forced upon him and securely strapped.
"So much for opinions!" She slaps his face and laughs. "Do you think I would not have cleared everyone watching? Besides regardless of any vote I retain fifty one percent. Hows that for democracy!" She slaps him again. "You were going to enjoy this." Her hand takes the whip from her side. Gripping the handle with her hand in the wrist strap the coil unloads to the ground. A flick of her wrist shoots the lenth of the whip along the ground toward him. Patricia backs up to a proper length. Drawing her arm sharply back she lets fly with the first lash. The crack of the tongue sends fire to the captives mans chest. A small red line appears just below his right breast. His head thrown back gives an agonized howl to the sky. His body racks in its bonds flowing in reaction to the blow.
This is quickly followed by another of course. Each stroke suspends time for about 5 seconds before the next courses the pain of ulimate torment sears through the victims psyche. Only to find brief suspension again between lashes. The screams come from somewhere else. Yet he knows it is he who screams. The endorphins kick in his brain. Sending him slowly up and out.
Consiousness views the scene from above. Not mistaking the desire seen in the loins of himself. He watches her stop. Once again he hears, and feels, and sees, and collapses in his chains. Small stripes of red line his flesh on all sides. Some of them form small lines of red that course by gravity flow down his naked skin.
She moves up to his panting quaking body. Her arms softly enfold him. "I saw you leave. I have much to do with you before you go. That is the only reason you are still here. The only reason you exist. Know that you are never going back." She turns to the camera. "See the schedule for more live feeds. We end this session now."
When the camera was turned off Patricia pulled the gun on her belt and points the barrel at him. With a smile she pulls the trigger Smiles as he winces from the hot puncture of a tranq dart in the thigh.
As he fades, he sees her laugh. Approaching his captive frame....
~fini~
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