## [F/F] The Intruder Gets Caught!

Post by KingMush » Sun Jan 29, 2017 9:06 am

The Intruder Gets Caught
Author's Notes
Hello everyone! Today I introduce you a brand new, completely fictional female-to-female story. They're not based on real people ( although they may become an inspiration ) or already existing characters so don't worry about that! Though, I'd love to develop those characters as much as I can. I've done quite a bit of effort so far on the story, equalling more than 2000 words. Of course that is rather an everyday task for me, or maybe less words, but I am in love with writing, but it's still rather time consuming, especially if you want a fun, interesting and engaging story to share to your readers. No offense to anyone of course, but I feel some stories lack effort and are just told for the sake of completion, and yes, this does apply to real life as well, and definitely not just limited to reading or writing. As I always say, and as others say it alot, it's about the journey, not the destination. Anyways, enough talking. I'll let you get straight to the story, so have fun and enjoy! By the way, this is a story I will tell, of course, in multiple chapters. It may take a while but I'll remember this time, well, it depends how you guys take it, because I care about you guys ( alright, if I keep talking I'm the one getting bound and gagged ).
Chapter One
The Intruder
The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialised amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the restaurants and designer boutiques that lined the marina. The faint wind brushed against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the harbour.
Over the mud that can take in no more rain, runs a new river, one that will be dry by the morrow. It runs in rippled sheets taking with it soil and debris, even washing small stones down the track. One spade into the mud shows how much water is there, running in to fill the hole. The experienced security guard sighs, looking back at his water filled foot prints by the window, wondering if come morning time they will be frozen and glossy black. The soil that was baked so hard last summer is now soft with rain water, every step causing a temporary puddle. What was pale brown is dark, what was tarnished green is iridescent. With the heavy clouds comes life and after the deluge the sun is always at its brightest.
It was then, that by the dampness of the rather empty, though wet car park, that a slim, shapely figured woman in her responsible, though mature youth walked by on her own. The cold air that was slightly warmed up by the heating of the nearby cars did not bother her as she was wearing a brown, casual furred coat. Her hair was midnight-black and it flowed over her limp shoulders. She had saccharine sweet lips; they were blossom soft. From afar, anyone could tell she had a rather cheerful and endeavouring character in mind. As well as her coat, she was wearing rigid, though completed jeans and was steadily, though fastening towards to the building towards her, grey in colour though the painting seems to have been refined.
This building that was once a beacon of its age now resembles something that has been through a war. Nothing so dramatic has befallen it, just more years that can be counted without feeling the loosening of the mind. It was quite old, and just in the borders of the central parts of the city to the inevitable suburbs that so kindly protected its interiors. As she opened the door which was next to the now shortly-closed double-doors, she was greeted with the few lights that still remained activated. She walked through the corridor whilst the echo of her footsteps did not bother her, confident to reach her goal inside.
The old, wrinkled though still relatively middle-aged man that was sweeping the floors relentlessly with little will to continue brushed off his mental remarks and carried on in the war against the dirty gusts of the air. The young woman looked and slowed down until she realised it was no threat to her. The janitor moved like someone schooled in dance. He wasn't cleaning so much as meditating, side-stepping and turning in fluid motions as if the mop were a beloved partner. The janitor stared dead ahead, never lowering his gaze. Should a child get in his way he would trip over them with great performance, always dropping a swear under his breath. He briefly looked at her back for a second or two casually and went back to sweeping, seemingly unsure of her occurrence, or rather indifferent to it. She slowed down after fastening by him and then, as she turned corners for the second time, the shut windows next to her and there barely lit lights in front of her, that she caught something moving in front of her, coming from the room on the right, distant, yet seemingly so close in the big picture.
Her youthful, flawless Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, lecherous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better. When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. It could jolt you like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave you her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her nougat-brown hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan’s neck, elegant and smooth. I loved her nebulous, Eden-green eyes which were a-sparkle with the ‘joie-de-vivre’. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto snow. Her blue uniform reinforced the feeling of dominance, as she struck the young woman's eyes with barren strength, almost freezing her like rock in the process. Her deadly eyes proved that the young woman was, indeed, a dead pray, had the security guard been a wild animal.
'Well, well, well.' she started, looking with a smirk deep into her eyes, almost like a godly figure as she did not blink even once, nor did the young woman, struck in fear by the taller figure of her potentially doom-able assailant. 'What have we got here?' she puts her hands on her hips carefully, though her reflexes had not lessened as she carried on her humanising smirk. With braveness and impatience, the young woman gulped carefully and muttered a response loud enough, with confidence breaker the inner walls of her potential illegibility: 'Well, um.. I'm just here to collect something. I forgot my--'
'Enough!' the security guard remarks as she removes her hands from her slim hips and points to her with her fingers open to reflexive actions. 'Tell me about yourself.' she smirks again in a gainful tone.
'I.. My name is Amy. Amy Lepauld. And uh.. I'm 18.' she grins, definitely unwillingly blushing almost due to her stress, something that was clearly to be shown.
'Amy Lepauld huh?' she puts her hand back down on her hip. 'Well, you're in a restricted area, sunshine.' she smirks again. 'What you gotta say about that?'
'Oh well um.. I know you closed but I just forgot something. Would you let me get it, please? I'm sorry to both--'
'No, no, no. Strict regulations, strict protocol. I know how you feel, I've been there. I will give back your stuff, I've seen where it is, but, there are consequences for trespassing.' she giggles seriously enough. 'My name is Junko Emotshi. Yeah I know, part-asian. Cool, right?' she says as she steadily approaches the young woman, too frozen to do anything at that moment in time.
As she arrives close to her victim, she goes behind her and pulls Amy's poor, slim hands behind her back, and a clicking sound is heard. She is now handcuffed, and survival is definitely not an option at this point in time. She may definitely be doomed to the possible consequences. Oh well, it couldn't be worse than anything. 'Oh, do take a seat.' Junko gestures her as she enters her into a nearby room with only a desk and a chair, with 'Junko Emotshi' written in silver on the door. 'Yep. Senior Officer. Cool, right? I've been working here just over two years. No incidents so far, no successful trespassing.' she casually, perhaps too casually winks at Amy, who looks back in little, increasing shame. 'Eh, don't worry. At least that won't go on my CV. Or maybe the opposite.' she explains as she takes a seat and lays back, the stars shining behind her through the closed, but very smooth window as she sipped in her cup of well-brewed coffee.
'Well maybe I could offer you a deal.' she says, heightening Amy's attention as she quickly nodded and smiled, as Junko grinned in return of the favour. 'Yes, a deal.' she continues, continuing to drink her coffee as if she was going to stay up for two whole weeks.
'Wh.. What kind of deal? Are you going to call the police? Maybe that'd be be--' she starts, getting slightly worried and a bit creeped out, although she seemed to give quite a lot of trust in the confident, feminine senior security officer.
'Well..' she starts on a more serious, though light tone, as she neatly places her cup of half-filled coffee on the wooden desk in front of her as she lays forward at last to face her potential victim. 'Let's say that for.. A few days, I get to do whatever I want with you. Like, I would own you for a few days. See what I mean?'
'Sooo.. Like a maid?' she asks, slightly confused but getting to an idea.
'No, no, no. Not a maid.' she grins, almost face-palming but saving herself the effort.. 'No. What I mean is, you would be my slave for a few days.' she looks up at Amy's worried face. 'Like.. Ever heard of BDSM? Gimps? No?'
'Oh, right.. Um..' she giggles in a shyer tone, trying to look up at her captor's endeavouring eyes. 'Yeah I know what you mean. Well, would that save me from seeing the police? I can't get in trouble again..' she looks down, worried about her situation.
'No, no, of course you won't see the police!' she giggles more loudly this time, catching back her infinite breath. 'But, you will have to confront me, right?' she winks more playfully this time as Amy thinks for a few, mere seconds before finally nodding quietly, much to Junko's approval.
'Great!' she claps her hands as she gets up and lightly stretches before moving about, as Amy's eyes follow her every move endearingly. 'Well, no time to waste!' she says with a wide smile, as Amy grins slightly as she feels quite saved, as Junko gestures her, excitedly to move forwards as they walk out of the dying corridors and out into the living open air, in which the space is lit up only by the stars and the nearby, dying buildings in the distance. In front of her, she was brought to a luxurious, smoothly blackened Ferrari. Still in handcuffs, she was brought in the passenger seat, and, as Junko suddenly grabbed her ankles as she easily entered the large door and tripped over, clicks were heard again. Her ankles were now secured with more, metal secure, yet clean and smooth cuffs that were smoothly attached to her connected jeans.
Sitting her back up as her shyness prevented her from moving away or resisting, or even questioning anything, Junko went and grabbed out a black piece of long cloth from her pocket, taunting her with it as she opened her mouth. 'Well, we don't want you to see where we've gone, do we?' she giggles as Amy tilts her head forward reluctantly as the thick and blindingly blindfold is put over her dense, yet flawless and brightening eyes. 'How many fingers am I holding up?' Junko taunts as she giggles and a some form of object is taken out again, this time a little bit heavier, making click sounds as it is moved about. 'We don't want.. Disturbances either, do we now?' she taunts with a more serious tone, though still grinning in the inside, as Amy could sense.
'Wh.. What do you mean?' Amy says, scared as she is now vulnerable to anything. 'I.. I will be quiet I promise.' she admits as Junko rolls her eyes and shakes her head to herself as she insists, holding the object closer to her face.
'Right, I'm going to have to shut you up I'm afraid. Part of standard protocol! Sorry! Now, would you mind opening your mouth widely for me?' she giggles lightly but loud enough for Amy to be concerned.
'Uh.. All right then.' she says, as she steadily opens her mouth for whatever to come inside.
'Noooo, wider, silly! I'm not gonna fit anything in there if you open it that small. Do I have to force it in?' she smirks, slightly annoyed but playfully so.
'Um.. Alright then.' she says, as she opens it as wide as she can as Junko leans forward, and pushes the round, white, rubber shape into the poor, vulnerable Amy's mouth, and tightens it with leather straps in the back of her head. 'Comfy?'
'Mmmmmh..' Amy mumbles, as little strengths of adrenaline pass through her, but she is too weak to try anything as she is currently heavily restrained as you could indeed guess.
'Well, no time to waste.' she says as she unlocks the car once again and starts the engine. 'And off we go!' she proclaims as she steadily starts driving the car, the poor Amy bound and gagged in the back of the beautiful, dominating Ferrari.
To Continue....
War, war never changes.

### Re: [F/F] The Intruder Gets Caught!

Post by Shanyalovestape » Sun Jan 29, 2017 9:55 am

Love it!
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

### Re: [F/F] The Intruder Gets Caught!

Post by BoundJana » Sun Jan 29, 2017 11:21 am

Can't wait for the next part!
What are you looking at? Finally put a gag in my mouth and play with me!

### Re: [F/F] The Intruder Gets Caught!

Post by Wolfling » Mon Jan 30, 2017 12:25 am

Nice story. Poor amy is in for a treat i guess

### Re: [F/F] The Intruder Gets Caught!

Post by KingMush » Mon Jan 30, 2017 10:01 am

Chapter Two - The Treat (WARNING: A BIT OF LIGHT SMOTHERING CONTENT)
The rain bore down mercilessly upon the heart of the city, pounding on the rooftops and turning the cobbled streets of the Downtown District into a warren of slick stones and muddy waters. Junko approached the low level gate, fancy wrought iron in a grey stone wall. The house behind it had once been a simple country home, less desirable for being so far out of town. The front door, made of dark wood planks with black hinges spreading half way across, had that rustic appeal the rich city folk craved.
Inside it would be renovated, no expense spared - the charm of the country with every modern convenience of a penthouse suite. Impressive but not elegant, assorted chairs, some comfortable, some upright with padded seats and carved backs, prints of country landscapes, magazines neatly arranged on a rather large central cherry wood table, she passed the main living room of the rich, and carried the deeply sleeping body of the unfortunate, that she had slightly, though safely drugged beforehand to make the experience much more intense upon waking up, one of the consequences for trespassing. She entered the back door, and safely placed the young woman in a place she would not forget, before turning only leaving the red, turned on lights and walking out, getting herself ready for the beginning of a new, special day she had waited for for ages, awaiting to full-fill her most desired fantasies.
The poor Amy opened her eyes and blinked, for not far in front of her remained a dark grey wall with a photograph of what looked like a sunrise, though she definitely could not make it out for certain. Her vision was still rather hazy and distant, although steadily booting again. As she tried to raise her hand to wipe the hazed sleep and dusty hair from her eyes, she realised she couldn't quite move her rigid arms. She opened her eyes widely and spontaneously, wondering what could have possibly happened. She was now struggling in what bonded her arms, until she gained back control of her senses, thanks to the adrenaline that thankfully took over her, though gave her little hope of redemption, and ultimately despair as she was utterly reminded of why she was indeed to be here.
She examined her bonds rather loosely, despite them being rather tight, but not as tight to cut blood circulation or anything else of that sort that was relatively important to her well-being, though as said previously, they were definitely secure. Her wrists and ankles were securely tight to the cold, though clean and rather glued, though definitely smoothed metal black chair, rendering little room for movement, though the fingers were intact as well as her skin, another insurance that her captor, who she now knew very well, was indeed a mistress in this profession. On her waist was another leather strap that tied securely to the back of the chair, which kept her body comfortably restrained in place, as if hovering over her body yet still tied to the chair in return.
She was most likely knocked out by falling asleep on the journey. She was indeed tired on the way back and thus, it would be understandable she'd fall asleep in such an unfortunate time. Oh well, there was much to look forward to, or rather the opposite, depending on who's point of view. In her mouth was, once again to her miserable despair, the round, rubber ball that was buckled quite tightly and securely to the back of her head by black, thick leather straps. Her open jaw let way for the drool to past in the corners and sides of the ball, making her damp saliva fall on her chin and ultimately, some drops on her clothing which were ultimately blacked out by the purposely cold air in order to make her feel cold and despaired.
She was now shivering because of the cold, which was most likely a punishment from her captor as she thought, along to go with the said consequences. Goosebumps lifted the little remaining hairs on her body, though most seemed to have been shaven earlier by herself. She was now fully recovering and fully woken up, not knowing how long she'd slept but seemingly enough. She was, at this time, not wearing the heavy clothes she once was in the warmer air of the dank night. Cold stalked her through the mountain passes like a spectre death, the bitter wind laughed as it tore right to her heart and turned her blood to icy sludge. Her muscles began to ache and grind like the cogs in old machine.
In front of her was the grey door, made of metal, who, out a reasonable and expect-able sudden, opened and let out the small brightness of the corridor's lights enter, before Amy looked back up again. As she expected, it was indeed her. Yes, it was her. Wearing a black, sticky latex leotard and leggings, as well as a latex, black police cap on her rigid yet smooth hair, she surprised her unfortunate captive with her splendid, mascara-filled eyes who stared at her soul like no other, intimidating her so much she dared not even blink, even as far as ignoring the under-brushed hairs which were decaying away in her delicate, untouched eyes. She was noticeably drooling a bit faster, first combining her hunger and her fear, which made her forget her open mouth, which unfortunately made her realise too late it dripped on her clothing, much to her captor's discontent. She was now beginning what she would hardly forget for so many years to come, despite its potential intensity.
'Well, well, well..' her captor smirked as she muttered her infamous line, walking steadily towards its slightly struggling, anxious victim that was seemingly pleading with her eyes. 'Here's my little captive.' she says, keeping her tall and confident posture as she stroked the poor Amy's cheeks as she herself looked back down, intimidated by Junko's dominating presence in the barren, cold room which was rather sophisticated, to be frankly honest. She lets go of her cheek and walks back around the room, almost thinking of something to do at first, despite her dominant and seemingly humanly omnipotent state of mind and figure. Amy was getting quite worried, even though she had not yet done anything significantly harmful. 'Well, first things first.' she says, as she turns around, revealing a black, leather, thick and heavy collar with both of her hands, as Amy looks up at her, right in her eyes, in confident despair.
She started to struggle more violently as Junko quickly approached her, grabbed her hair, making her poor captive gulp in hopelessness as the collar was loosely enough buckled on her beck, which was followed by the click clacks of the metal straps at the back, securing it for good. 'Right. Here we go.' Junko proclaims, confidently slapping her on the back despite it being covered mostly by the back of the metal chair. Amy began to wimp and mutter incomprehensible things to herself in fear, as her captor looked seemingly disappointed as she stared back at Amy. 'Well, come on. Don't cry now.' she says, smiling back widely again as she puts her hand on Amy's thigh, who seems to be re-assured, like a puppy in distress. 'Hey, maybe you're hungry huh?' she winks rather stiflingly, as she begins to strip herself, with only her upper half of her top unzipped, the leotard hanging by the sides of her waists, still tightly and comfortably secured to her.
Her breasts were not silicone monsters, they were medium, perfectly shaped and to any eye, rather cute and smoothed. They were in proportion to her small frame with nipples that were contained and well defined, not spreading and stretched. They were the perfect size for a newborn's mouth and our infant latched on with ease, relatively speaking. But it wasn't a newborn that was going to latch onto those this time. 'Like them?' she smirked and gulped, as she could guess the fearing look on Amy's face was nothing but a disguise of her loving nature. 'Oh come oh, you know you do.' she said, kneeling down a bit closer, stroking once again Amy's cheeks, but this time with her well-founded nails which she had temporarily, and well-done so, dyed dark, though perfect lavender to any eye that would come across its beauty.
Amy looked up, and was now smiling evidently, even with her gag mumbling her facial expressions, you could clearly see it in her enjoying eyes, as she was also evidently blushing pink on the sides, almost as if make-up like, seemingly so real, much to Junko's pleasure. 'So, you're still hungry?' Junko smiles in excitement, opening her mouth to reveal her shiny, brightly white teeth that shone like a thousand suns and a million Venuses. To the response, an unexpected, though small nod from Amy means only two things, fear, or lust. Perhaps even both, as she seemed to develop her true nature. 'Well, come on then. I'll spoil you a bit first.' she says as she unclicks the straps at the back of her captive's head, in which the rubber ball was smoothly taken out, slowly out of her drooling mouth, the saliva holding on to it like a spider would on its web, as it kept dripping down with damp, glued water as Junko carefully put it on Amy's restrained lap.
Looking back up at her loving captor, Amy, as Junko started to smother her breasts into Amy's delicate fact, almost choking her at first, but inevitably she embraced the opportunity, and after licking much to Junko's happiness. Her captor, who was once the security guard, a senior one in fact, pushed her up, and Amy started sucking, drinking the damp liquid inside which felt like the perfect, glucose-pure sugary substance in which she fully ingested in herself, loving every bit of it even though she did not fully love it at first. She knew what she got into. It was her dreams from when she was a little girl. But, as the little girl turns into a bigger girl, and eventually into a big girl, it was only clear that she would have her dreams become bigger dreams, that would then become too big for her mind, and then that's when the universe does something about it.
After she started to have enough, probably seemingly like forever, about 20 minutes of continuous drinking with small pauses, she momentarily pulled out her breasts from Amy's now de-humanised face as she tried to hold on to it but quickly gave up due to her jealousy and embarrassment, as the spit, like for the gag, carried on trying to hold on to it like spider webs, but inevitably failed as her dampened face was left as so, warming it up like pure fruits, as Amy never felt so pure into her entire life as much as she just did then.
'Okay, maybe you had it now.' her captor winks as she grabs back the gag, as Amy smirks and at first, refuses to open, before Junko quickly re-straps on her leotard fully, and gains back her old, confident voice and tone as if nothing had happened, in which Amy rolled on with it, as her intimidating fear came back to her, so she opened her mouth, remembering to open it fully this time, as the jaw-wrecking ball slid back into her smooth mouth, and buckled slowly, but surely tightly at the back of her head, along with the infamous clicking sound which meant both potential freedom and eternal imprisonment. She started to enjoy her time though, as Junko and her smirked at each other, before Amy lost the staring contest and looked back down, remembering the consequences she'd have to endure, as Junko went back to her large, heavy and seemingly stationary, black bag full of equipment. Only then was the figure of a red, wooden though strong and heavy paddle remained in both of her hands, her gaze remaining at the poor, now terrified Amy, who saw the rounded, yet safe but potentially painful spikes on the paddle, as she struggled with despair, pleading though her large gag made nothing but drooling that muffled her screams further, as her captor starts the consequences as she walks up to her begging captive, sure of herself completely to destine.
To Continue....
War, war never changes.

### Re: [F/F] The Intruder Gets Caught!

Post by KingMush » Tue Jan 31, 2017 3:41 am

Author's Notes
A bit longer, this time, hope you enjoy it though! Be sure if you have any suggestions, criticism or comments, I'm always here to read them! This story will have quite a few chapters. I'll do it according to the community's thoughtful ideas.
Chapter 3 - The Agony
Fear curled up inside her and clung to her ribs, settling uncomfortably in her chest. She didn’t doubt the feeling was there to stay, reminding her of its existence every time she opened her cleansed nostrils to breathe. Whilst not necessarily struggling, she bounced her restraints lightly as she was so anxious of what would be happening, as she looked to her captor, who, non-blinking, was staring deep in her soul again, with a descending smirking look that could strike fear into anyone who waited long enough. Junko, who was equipped with the most dense and dazzling fear-striking attitude, held the rather modified, though looking luxurious spiked paddle in both of her hands, one to hold the striking pad, and the other to hold the, thick, grander handle. Though her descending smirk once proved otherwise not long ago, she was starting to smile again on one side of her lips. 'You bad, bad girl.' she began, showing her well-sharpened teeth slightly. 'You won't trespass ever again.' she thus giggled as the poor Amy looked down and whimpered, as Junko was totally indifferent to her pleas.
With Amy not daring to possibly look up, Junko started the consequential work, as she started to aim by moving back the paddle by her right side, the spikes facing directly Amy's vulnerable and unprotected, now bare shins. 'You ready?' she smiled widely, as Amy quickly looked up and looked back down as tears started to drop from her smooth, silky face. 'That's what I thought.' Junko said, as the paddle whipped through the air like a bullet, only to strike and bounce back from the bones of her captive's poor, weakened shins as she exaggeratedly shouted in pain as drool spat out through the gag that was forced into her mouth not long ago. Searing fiery bursts pulsated around the short, reddening bruise, intensifying with each dragging strike, jarring and more brutal each time. With each step the pain amplified, the weakened, bloody muscle quivered, her consciousness quietly ebbed. Black mists swirled at the edges of her mind drawing her into sweet oblivion.
After she finished her total of ten swings on Amy's left, poor and weakened shin, she started to aim in the opposite direction, the other shin, as Amy whimpered, but was getting used to the pain, though as she once again struck, the new pain overcame the other and was as equally painful, much to her discontent, hence Junko's thriving in her newly-gained and long-fantasied power. After striking as many times, she looked up at Amy, who was whimping, though felt little sympathy for her. Her bare shins now had red bruises, like those you get if you scrape your knee on concrete whilst sliding on one. It wasn't too bad, though, as Junko seemed to know what she was doing. Pain was something that was accomplished, as well as the long-awaited despair and the wishful thinking that was surrounding her mind as she struck and struck before backing back down, catching her breath and looking at her now fully-dominated captor, as she knelt down not long after to comfort her.
'Here, here. Don't cry.' Junko smiled slightly, as she brushed off on Amy's smooth, scared and whitened cheek. She looked up at her captor with envy and jealousy as she mumbled something, now insignificant as her gag was effective at keeping her pleads inside of her. 'It's okay. It's going to hurt a lot more.' she says, hugging the whimpering body of her captive. The thin though comfortable arms that held her were quite soft, yet rather strong. The feel of her toned body so close to her soothed her much more than she had before expected. But within seconds she pulled away, as her mind swam whilst walking in the other direction, putting the unbarred paddle back on the table next to the bag, obviously filled with the equipment that could cause an undoing.
'We could have a little chat if you want. You do deserve it.' Junko more widely smiled as she went through her bag, much to Amy's fear but impossible-to-resist compliance. Junko turned back, revealing some kind of metal hooks that seemed to be in a pair, and very smoothly clean, almost for this specific occasion. Well, as she said previously, it would probably be for this kind of occasion, the only one in a while. 'I'm going to need to take this top off. You don't mind?' Junko smiles widely as Amy rolls her eyes and nods annoyingly, a bit worried about what Junko would be trying, as she puts the metal hooks on Amy's damp lap from the drool escaping from her gag. She removes her top, revealing her barren body with the exception of her large, pink-sprinkled tightened bra.
'Hmm, nice.' she smiles quietly as she slowly pokes and smoothly goes through Amy's toned, though skinny body with her two front finger, feeling the smoothness of her skin and reveal-able abdominal muscles. The bronze, luminescent skin crept through her fingers as goosebumps, supported by the remaining cold air in the room she thought she was now less prone to, was enough to make her hips move slightly, wriggling in the previously tightened waist straps. As she ran down her fingers to the back of her acne-free body, she moved to where the back straps of the bra could be unlocked, which was followed by a click sound as the bra fell to her lap, joining the metal hooks, almost slipping to the floor until Junko catched it and threw it as carefully as possible to the table nearby, near the equipment, now perfectly positioned next to the half-opened black bag.
'Well, no time to waste.' she giggles lightly but rather seriously for her nature, as she grabs one of the metal hooks, which is followed by a surprising, girly scream that makes Junko almost jump in surprise as she tightens the clamp from the hook on Junko's breast. Amy starts to pant heavily and quickly in return, surprised by the sudden pain, which was now subduing as her eyes were wide open and the cold made her hanging drool freeze up. 'Hey, hey. Chill out.' she giggles louder and for longer before easily catching back her beloved breath, as she grabs the other clamp and prepares to place it on Amy's breast. Seeing Amy closing her eyes and starting to tense and even hold her breath in fear, Junko decides to taunt her with it instead, closing and opening it, until the right moment, as Amy screams very loudly, even louder and more high-pitched than the past scream, as the clamp is tied tightly over her poor, vulnerable breast, causing a sudden but subduing sharp pain, once again as for the last one. She gives her a silent pat on the shoulder as Amy nods and accepts what has just happened.
She let her own, weakened body sag, her definite muscles become loose. She gave her the respect of a deserving slave but cradled her like a cherished pet. In that embrace she felt her worries loose their keen, heightened sting and her thoughtful optimism raise its head from the barren dirt. Perhaps the actual hope had been there for all that time, but without some love it was trapped, like lost crystals in an unbreakable stone. She felt her brush her hair back with her skilled, smooth fingers and kissed her gently on her un-wrinkled forehead of youth. She put her hand carefully on Amy's thigh, who looked back up at her and met her wishful smile right in her beautiful, eclipsing and mirroring eyes, as she slightly smiled back in fear and submission. 'Good girl.' she patted her head as she looked down in happiness. 'Good girl.' she repeated, with thoughts.
She looked at the drool still escaping from Amy's mouth, and muttered, giggling: 'Might need a bigger gag, huh?' whilst Amy looked up, sluggishly smiled and looked back down again, shaking her shoulders in ignorance. It was then that Junko moved to the back of Amy's head, who woke up fully from the tinglings as a direct result, as the straps were, to her surprise and convenience, being untied as the black, leather straps were smoothly stripped off of her cheeks and the ball-gag plopped out quickly and smoothly from Amy's poor, aching mouth as she spits out the drool to the floor. 'Oh, bad girl. That's gross.' Junko giggles as she puts the wet gag on Amy's damp thighs, as she starts to re-absorb her saliva with her teeth to feel more clean. 'So, how was that?' she asks, forgetting the previous confrontations.
Amy looked up directly at her captor, unsure of what to surely respond at the time. This seemed for a few seconds before Junko was still patiently waiting for a thorough, if not simple answer. 'Well hmm, it was.. Good, I guess. Maybe you could go less hard? I'll still get my lesson..' she says as Junko leans back, not taking her serious gaze off her, and thinking carefully, or seemingly so at least, before opening her mouth and responding: 'Well, hmm. You do deserve some pain. I can't let you go without that. Besides, it'll get more painful so you might as well get used to it, babe.' she winks as Amy opens her mouth and eyes widely to follow Junko's now apparent smile, showing once again her cleansed, sharp teeth that lit the room like wildfire.
'Trusts are broken, lies are told. For us to believe in what we seek, we must know what it means to be what we don't want to be. Being sad makes you realise how valuable being happy is. Being weak makes you know what it means to be strong. Being helpless makes you determined to be helpful. Mistakes happen, awful things might happen in one's life. But by looking at the bright sides of things, you might just be able to smile forever in life.' Junko explains thoroughly, Amy now not taking her listening and attentive gaze off of her caring, though rather harsh-filled captor. 'Yeah, I guess so. Maybe I won't go too hard on you. But only if you comply. There'll be punishments, and gifts. I already gave you one earlier, remember?' she smiles again, looking up at Amy as if she once again had a new idea.
Amy yawns as if quite tired again. 'Sleepy head. Already?' Junko smiles, looking at her once again, slightly creepily but that was respectable of her learned character at this time. 'Well maybe you should be put into bed then. Come on.' she says, as she suddenly, much to Amy's surprise, starts to unstrap Amy steadily from her bound chair, confident of herself. 'Come on up.' she mutters as the careful Amy steadily raises back up and quickly stretches before being pushed lightly and gestured by Junko to follow her to the corridor. It was, not soon after, that she had to enter a rather magnificent looking, red room. Inside was some sort of cross that looked like an X, with straps on each corner, though Junko moved her back to the corner of the room, where a large, though single bed was displayed.
When you enter the door you can smell the refreshing and perfumed air. On top there is incredible chandelier. In the right corner there is a gorgeous oval violet sofa, with a small white cushion. In front of it, there is an exquisite rectangle table. On the table there is a vase full of flowers. In the middle of my room, there is an amazing bed. It has a magical white canopy, bed drapes. Also, on the bed, there is a velvety pink coverlet. It is full with a stunning pillow. In the left corner, there is a simple white desk with a pink chair. Though it was half of a regular room, it was also a bondage, love-play room kind of place, which was very interesting indeed for someone like Amy, who had never really seen any despite in inside jokes or fictional novels, of which you probably know which I am indeed talking about.
The comforter on the red, lengthened bed was so fluffy and soft, the red, though rather hard pillows on the bed were overwhelming, the softness against the skin was unbelievable, you could just sleep on this bed as this was like a bondage cloud! Anyone would possibly want to lay in the amazing thing they call a bed! But, as Amy's excitement quickened, it grew to a false alarm as Junko started to reveal the hidden leather cuffs by the wrists, and then the ankles, showing the bed to be more of a prisoner's than a a princess. 'Well, go on, lay down. Do I have to.. encourage you?' she giggles. 'No, no of course not.' she says, scratching her chest which was irritated slightly from the remaining clamps on her bare breasts. She lied down as Junko started to strap her in as she gulped rather loudly. She shaked her hips a little, revealing her need to urinate, in which Junko smiled.
'Oh, you need nature's call, huh?' she smiles as Amy quietly and intimidatingly nods slowly. 'Well, too bad.' she mutters much to Amy's disappointment and fear as her trousers are removed, only showing her also pink-sprinkled panties that were shaking due to her needs as Junko bites her lower lip and hovers her hand over it, though only having a little rub on the outside parts very quickly and soothingly, as she knelt down and kissed Amy's bound, bare chest for a while as Amy closed her eyes and breathed in. Junko looked back up at her seemingly beautiful and flawless face, as she gained back her senses and strapped Amy's poor, bare ankles back in place, making a click sound. To follow that, she revealed another set of straps, much to Amy's discontent but expectations were clear, and her waist was tightly bound to the bed. She breathed out and opened her eyes slightly, still tired.
'So, I still need to pee. How can I uh..' Amy mutters as she wriggles her hips again, showing her desperation, as Junko giggles rather hardly and harshly. 'Well, Amy, I'm not gonna let you do that!' she smiles, and Amy gets confused and rather annoyed for once, contrary to her normally shy behaviour. 'What? So I'm gonna pee mys-- hmm..' she mutters as she is silenced as Junko clamps her hand flat on her mouth and smiles whilst looking straight at her. 'If you pee, your sweet panties, it'll be your problem. I ain't got anything to change you up, right?' she giggles as she slowly takes off her hand off Amy's sticky mouth, who is now silenced and gives Junko a dirty look.
'And since you drool so much, maybe you'll need a bigger gag.' she smiles, as she gets out of under the bed a black, leather leather panel gag, with the biting part round-shaped and rather scary-looking to the poor Amy, who whimpers back again as she looks at the intimidating item. 'No, no, please. I'll be quiet.' she mutters, pleading once again. 'Right, enough pleading.' Junko replies, quite annoyed. 'Come on, open up.' she giggles as Amy inevitably opens her mouth, seeing no alternative as the ball is shoved in her small mouth, aching and stretching quite widely, as she whimpers through the gag, creating muffling sounds which do turn Junko on, as obviously seen through her eyes. She smiles as she finishes strapping the gag slightly in, Amy's eyes still looking annoyed right at Junko, a sign of her indirect defiance towards her captor.
'My gosh, you're so hot bound and gagged like that. I'm so glad I found you, really hehe.' Junko says, a bit embarrassed, but ultimately enjoying it deep inside, as Amy rolls her eyes and looks aside, away from Junko's constant, though evading gaze. She wriggled her hips again, signifying her need to pee. 'Though you are a naughty girl, so I'm not letting you answer nature's call tonight. Good night, babe, and tomorrow we'll have some agony, but ultimately it'll make us happy!' she giggles as she hops out of the room, and turns off the light before popping back in, turning Amy's attention as she mutters: 'Hey, by the way, I'm turning the heater on full blast tonight.' as she presses a switch outside. 'So good luck sleeping, babe! Love you.' she kisses through the air and winks as she finally closes the door, the many heaters in the room starting to make Amy feel comfortable, as she started to doze into her inevitable, mindless sleep.
Her skin was glistening and the nape of her neck damp as she lifted her bound arm to wipe off the sweat off her forehead as she tried to sleep for god knows how long. She just wish someone would turn down the heat, if not wishing for cold air to make its way through, as she was dripping damp, itchy sweat from her warm, buzzing head to all her vulnerable toes. It was like a horrible ever present, heat in hour in hour out with no seeming end in the nearby horizon, hoping she'd at least get some sleep on the way. As one could read, one'd fall in love the way that one'd fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. Though Amy could not just get up and do something, she was restrained with strong, leather, living straps and gagged with a leather, round ball that also covered the majority of her head, feeling her drool keeping inside her mouth like a hive was working in there.
The poor, vulnerable, tightly bound and tightly gagged Amy felt like falling asleep as like being caught in a carousel of thoughts. Every idea, notion and event from her day would replay in her mind, demanding analysis before she could be allowed to sleep. And then finally when the carousel came to a stop and her mind was able to meander freely in the random thought that is the precursor of sleep, she would often realise that she was close to drifting off and her anxiety would start the carousel up all over again. It was a nightmare that was intended though not by her. It was a living torture without pain, but it would only lead to more if she did not fight it back quickly, for the day would soon come, and then, and then, that's when the agony would really begin to kick off.
To Continue....
War, war never changes.