Catrina put her hands behind her back, waiting for her captor to bind them with electrical tape. Before she knew it, there it was, the tape wrapping taut around her wrists and becoming tighter as her captor twisted the tape around those near perfect oval shaped wrists of hers. Her captor then moved onto clamping his hand over her mouth while bringing his other hand up to her right tit fondling, groping and occasionally squeezing her with all his strength just so he could hear her let out a satisfying 'mmph'.
After what seemed like hours to Catrina of this molestation he stopped touching her, she still had her hands bound tightly behind her back with the electrical tape he even let his hand away from her mouth to which Catrina started gasping for every bit of oxygen she could get. Her captor only let go of her mouth so he could move to the desk where a briefcase lay there open, filled with tape, cable ties, rope, handcuffs and gags.
Catrina sat there for a while watching him look through his collection of toys to use on her and she saw him take out a 2 inch ball gag, and a vibrator small enough to be secreted within her underwear, and that is where she hoped it would go, only then would she get any form of pleasure out of this hopelessly helpless predicament that she found herself in.
Her captor walked over towards Catrina, her eyes locked to his eyes.
Even without the gag Catrina never said a word. She thought talking would only make things worse for her, she might have been correct thinking this, though her captor may have liked to hear her voice. She would never know the answer for her captor did speak to her, but only to issue commands that she would obey.
He walked over looking at Catrina, ball gag in hand and vibrator in the other, he walks behind Catrina, and puts the ball in her mouth. Catrina is now gagged. Her captor pulls Catrina's long dark hair up a bit, just enough to make sure the strap secures the gag to her neck and not to her hair. Catrina's captor had ball gagged her before, she knew what it felt like to have the ball pushing down on her tongue. She knew it wouldn't be long before the drool ran down her chin and onto her T-Shirt.
Her T-Shirt was a plain green one that was tight fitting on her, but she liked a tighter fit on her as she liked the way it showed her tits to anybody who happened to look at them, she never looked at pedestrians in the street to see if they were looking at them she assumed most in fact did look at them. Which filled her with confidence, even now, bound and gagged and in this unknown dilapidated house she still had confidence knowing that she was the centre of her captor's attention.
Catrina knew that her captor would never hurt her, after all her captor had went to enormous lengths to get her, killing her would be like winning the lottery and ripping up the cheque and refusing the prize. This, arguably was what made Catrina feel safe in this predicament. The drool had started to come out from the gag now, Catrina had never felt as sexy as she has ever had before, if this was her fate forever and forever, entombed in this dilapidated house, then so be it she thought to herself.
And as she thought of this, she felt something in her back being pressed into her back and releasing itself, it was her captors hard cock that was grinding along her back, again his hands making their way towards her tits. Catrina letting out those 'mmph' sounds from her ball gagged mouth as he touched them up, feeling them and squeezing them to the threshold where they could not be squeezed any further.
After a few minutes of this her captor released her tits and stopped grinding and made his way back to the desk to get his camera to take some photo's of his bound and gagged captive, he took at least 40 photos of her before taping her ankles together, Catrina still had her socks on, Catrina didn't know where her shoes were they could still be in the van she was brought here in for all she knew. Her captor removed her socks, one sock at a time and pocketed them.
Now all that was left to do was to restrain her feet to make sure she couldn't run away. And out came the electrical tape again, wrapping and twisting it around her. After at least 8 times of this Catrina knew, she couldn't move her feet away, not even if she wanted to.
Now even her ankles were bound together, she struggled for a while trying to take the tape off her wrists and ankles not because she wanted to get out of it, just because she wanted to see how tightly she was secured. And it was very, very tight. Her thoughts drifted to the vibrator she saw her captor take out, she was urging for it. Urging for that vibrator to be grinded up and down her pussy much like her captor grinded his dick along her back.
She was then picked up by her captor and dumped on the king size bed.
Zip ties were already there, these were used on her wrists and ankles ensuring that she would not escape this by adding another method of restraint, after her wrists and ankles were restrained with the zip ties, a 3rd one emerged which was connected to yet another one, the first thing her captor did was tie her ankles to this new zip tie then secure it to her wrists.
Catrina was hogtied now, her captor was completely merciless in securing her in continuous bondage from which Catrina had no option but to lose every hope she had of escaping, and give her freedom to the control of her captor. Her captor then turned on all of the video cameras stationed around the bed and probably hidden in the room. Catrina didn't know how many cameras there were.
Her captor harshly rolled Catrina on her side and grabbed at her pussy through her jeans, rubbing it harsher than the way he rolled her onto her side, squeezing it harsher than her tits had ever been groped by her captor or anyone else before. She fucking loved it, and her captor knew that this was the sexual stimulation she needed, when she was masturbating
Catrina never thought of her life before, reaching orgasm was the only thing on her mind.
And just before she got really into it, just before she started humping her captors hand, her captor opened up her jeans, unzipped them, took the vibrator and rammed it down her panties before fastening them up again.
Catrina was excited and looking forward to this orgasm. Before this she thought being kidnapped, bound, gagged, molested or raped would be a terrible thing.
Now that it had happened to her though, she pitied the girls in the world watching their figure, deciding what to wear, deciding which foundation matches their skin tone best. The beautiful and the ugly all have wrists to tie, ankles to tie, mouths to gag. The sexual act of bondage is the only thing that unites these men and women.
The luckiest girls in the world are tied and gagged in a basement. Much like an animal at the shelter, it all depends on what home you go to. The unlucky ones are chasing fictional characters like Jane Austen's Mr. Darcy. The unlucky ones don't know the freedom they have because they have never had it taken away from them. There is no contrast, and no frame of reference for them.
The vibrator that was now pressed against Catrina's clitoris is remote controlled. She looked deep into her captors eyes with her wide begging eyes, the only sound she made was her breathing deep through her nose, her entire chest dancing and pulsating to the beat of her breathing in and out. Her captor looked back with the look of indifference that he always shown her. He went back to the desk, unplugged a laptop that was there. Brought it to Catrina and clicked a few buttons to bring it out of sleep mode.
And there it was a video of a woman tied to a chair, ball gagged with a vibrator pressed against her clit. Vibrating her with such ferocity her skin rippled. She squirmed, screaming in arousal and fear. And with that her captor put a small pillow for Catrina to hump, and turned the remote vibrator on. Instantly Catrina let out yet another satisfying 'mmph' through her ball gag and in the process a stream of drool come rushing out of her mouth.
Her captor brought up a seat next to Catrina on the bed. And said "I want you to hump yourself to orgasm you little fucking bitch". Catrina needed no encouragement for this order she was horny when only her wrists were tied and now she is hogtied, ball gagged and humping a vibrator and pillow while watching another woman try her best to reach orgasm.
Only in sexual arousal and stimulation could Catrina forget who she was and what pop-star she wasted all her teen years trying to look like.
Catrina assumed that this is what this woman thought to, only afterwards though, when she climaxed, only to find that the vibrator was still on and preparing her for round 2. The vibrator let out those buzzing noises you normally think of when a bee is near or a fly is around when her ass was up in the air & when it was pressed down to the pillow it was quiet as Catrina was with that gag in her.
And so it went Catrina making little noises through her gag as she repositioned for each hump on the pillow and every 2 or 3 times she did hump she needed a deep breath through her nose. Catrina hoped that her gag noises were as sexy for her captor as they were for her.
'mmmph mmph mmph'
Breathe. In. Out.
Repeat.
The video Catrina was watching slowly faded away as this one faded in. A man this time, hogtied gagged and blindfolded his wrists and ankles were tied with thin rope, Catrina even thought it could be shoelaces. He was doing the same as Catrina was, humping the bed, trying to find pleasure in something he may have viewed as unpleasant. Or the greatest fucking moment of their lives.
A thin cleave gag kept him quiet, his dick was hard he was on his side with his dick in his legs grinding it against them, Catrina really wanted to orgasm watching this one so she started humping the pillow faster, her captor got the hint and turned the vibration setting up a little. It made her hump faster, the vibrator buzzing away even more furiously than before, her eyes getting wider and wider watching this, her little 'mmph' noises were becoming louder, her breathing louder and harder.
Her captor turned the setting up one more, Catrina's need for orgasm was fuelled only by Catrina's need to escape. Escape the predicament she was in, escape the hogtie and be free, truly free. She could now achieve true freedom now that she had something to contrast it with, only now did she think she may as well have some fun while she was here.
Humping the bed furiously she become concerned that she might break the bed. Not even that could stop Catrina from orgasming at this point. Then she felt it coming along just a few more vigorous humps and grinds and that would be her 'mmph mmph mmph mmph mmph' and at the final 'mmph' that was her, she reached her orgasm.
Just in time as the video finished and as the screen went black she saw herself in the reflection, gagged, sweaty to the point her hair stuck to her forehead in little wet shiny strands. Pupils in her eyes like lumps of coal, she knew this was because the serotonin and dopamine in her brain was probably at an all time high.
Her captor let the vibrator run for a further 5 minutes or so before turning it off for her. During which she continued to hump the pillow again. When it was turned off Catrina turned around to look at her captor and there he was with his dick in the socks he took off her still jacking off to what he saw his captive do for him. Catrina turned fully to her side to face him, and the drool was now dripping from her gag sideways.
'Good girl' her captor said to Catrina 'you really liked that now didn't you, you little hogtied bitch!' Catrina could do nothing but let out a gargled 'yes' from the ball pressing down on her tongue and the build up of drool that was now spilling out onto the mattress. Her captor walked over to Catrina, removed the cum stained sock of hers, laid her down on her back on the mattress and continued to jack off till he came all over face and tits.
He let out the "ohhs" and "ahhs" typically found in poorly acted porno's the almost laughable noises to the outright absurd noises he made.
That was the last thing Catrina remembered, she must have fallen asleep shortly afterwards. She woke up in a cell naked.
End of Part 1...