Burning The Midnight Oil M/f

Postby Mr Underheel » Wed Jun 29, 2016 7:04 pm

"It's Nine O'Clock On A Tuesday..." Elle sang twisted lyrics to an old Billy Joel tune as she walked down the hallway of her office building. Her latest case was a major time-suck and she was working very late--again. Time for yet another bathroom break. Coffee isn't a great idea in the evening but at this point, the caffeine was the only thing that was keeping her going. " 'Going' in more ways than ONE", Elle laughed to herself.

The office cleaning lady was apparently working in the suite next to her. The large garbage and supplies cart was just outside the open office door and Elle could hear some scuffling about inside. The ladies room was the next door over. In a few moments, she was very much relieved and very much more comfortable. The bathroom door closed quietly behind her, but now there was silence in the office where Marguerite had been working. She poked her head and said, "Marguerite? How's your evening going? Marguerite?" No answer.

Walking quietly, she ventured further into the office, tiptoeing in her red heels. Her black pinstripe skirt suit blended somewhat into the shadows of the seemingly empty office.

There was another open door at the back of the space. Elle peeked in and called again, "Marguerite?" It was then that she saw the woman on the floor, laying face down in her jeans and boots. Duct tape was wrapped around her ankles. She rushed to the poor girl and knelt to help her. But before she could loosen the tape she felt something powerful around her head and her body. A pungent odor filled her nostrils as she tried to scream. In mere moments, she began to slip into darkness.

"What is happenin......"

Re: Burning The Midnight Oil M/f

Postby Mr Underheel » Sat Jul 02, 2016 6:33 am

Kidnapper POV
I hovered over her as she lay slumped on the floor. “They didn’t tell me how pretty she is! And I thought this was just going to be about the money. I would have snatched this one for nothing! Well, that fifty-grand will be nice. Time to get her secured.”

Duct tape was the order of the day. Seconds later I had her ankles encased in 10 layers of strong silver material. Pulling her wrists behind her back I bound them in a similar fashion. She looked so hot that I started to get a bit over-zealous. I locked her knees together with the tape and then started to wrap it around her torso and arms until I was completely confident that she would never escape.

Whenever I take a job like this I make sure that the victim never sees my face. I had painstakingly fashioned a blindfold system that completely shuts out all light and is impossible to remove. I placed the thick foam rubber pads directly over her gorgeous eyes. Straps ran to the back of her head along both sides and over the crown of her skull. A second strap ran over the top from side to side. More straps ran downward to a wide black leather collar which encircled her neck just below her chin, high on her throat. There were five such straps, one at the back, two behind her ears and two that ran from just below her eyes and over her cheeks. The collar locked in place with a heavy Master padlock.

“She needs to be silenced, too. We have some public areas to traverse so I have no choice.” I had taken along a black leather panel gag which had a small ball attached. Her mouth was easy to open, unconscious as she was, and it took little effort to tightly buckle it in place.
Picking her up was quite another issue, though. Dead weight is challenging. The taped arms and legs gave me some good handholds, though. Another help is that I didn’t really care WHERE I put my hands. I hiked up her skirt, reached between her legs and gave her a good feel as I picked her up.

“Here’s your transportation, love!” I set her down as gently as I could in the cleaning crew’s garbage bin. Then I tossed a couple of bags full of garbage on top of her to complete the disguise. Now all there was left to do was to wheel her to the elevator, out the back door, and into my waiting van.

With all of the security cameras in the building, I had taken certain precautions to hide my identity. I had a cheap “Mission Impossible” type of mask that completely changed my face, although it was fairly obvious to anyone who looked closely that it was indeed a mask. My van was as generic as it could possibly be so that it would be difficult to track: a plain white Ford panel van. I made sine fake license plates to cover the real one and as I made my get-away, I would stop in pre-determined locations where I knew there were no closed-circuit cameras and I changed the plate.

It was very late and the building was almost completely deserted so I got the cart out to the van without a problem. Now I just needed to get the garbage container into the back.

After opening the double-back doors I reminded myself, “Use your legs, not your back.” But just as I got the bottom of the container to the deck level, it tipped over. The garbage bags rolled out. “Close enough”, I decided. I pushed it the rest of the way in and slammed the doors shut.
Another precaution that I always take is to drive anything but a straight line to my “office”. It was only a 20 minute trip but it took us about an hour and a half. I made no fewer than 50 turns and covered 30 miles along a very circuitous route.

By then, the chloroform had worn off and my lovely was starting to awaken. I love hearing the screams through the gags! When I heard her start to struggle, I pulled over to the side of the road to watch for a while. Now THAT is a major turn-on for me! I couldn’t wait to get her tucked away where no one would ever find her. I know that I’ll be releasing her, but not until I get the orders. In the meantime, I am going to have my fun with her.

“Home sweet home, love!” I called to her as I pulled into my oversized garage. I backed in so that the doors were near the room where I would hold her. Doors opened, I got the garbage container out of the way and just watched her for a while as she struggled helplessly. The pinstripe suit highlighted her curves beautifully. And her red shoes were both still on her feet! I grabbed her around the chest and pulled her to the back of the van.

“Mine. All mine”, I whispered in her ear. And I dragged her into my lair.

Elle’s POV
As her mind started to clear she slowly became aware of her circumstance. She had a vague recollection of seeing duct taped ankles and then that horrible odor, and then things seemed like a bad dream. It was as if she had been on a long journey, and not an enjoyable one at all. She had a headache and, what was wrong with her arms and legs? What was in her mouth? Why couldn’t she see anything at all?
Though her brain was foggy, it was becoming apparent that she had been kidnapped. But by whom? And why? She had no idea what this could be about. It infuriated her! She had been pulling against the tape but now she was just downright mad and was doing her best to break the tape. Whoever had done this, though, had done it well. She was just exhausting herself through her efforts and was making no progress toward escape.
She was afraid. And yet, she was strangely excited. Why?

The vehicle had been lurching forward for some time, but then it began to back up. She felt it bump up what was probably a driveway apron and then, finally it stopped. One more effort against the tape was—useless. And now the doors were opening.

She heard his voice and felt how he was ogling her. Her fear rose as did her excitement.

In a moment she was out of the van and she heard a wooden door close and lock. He made her stand up, red shoes still very much in place, teetering on her bound ankles. His hands ravaged her body through her white silk blouse. He was all over her, squeezing and pinching, tickling and teasing. Now his whole body was pressed against her and she could tell that this was turning him on.

Something was happening with her elbows. Rope! Her joints were being tied closely together. The cords also went beneath her arms, over her shoulders and behind her neck. Why was he doing that? And then he started to cut away the tape until only her elbows were still bound. But that was enough.

Then she felt her arms being pulled toward the ceiling behind her. He had tied another line to the elbow binding, a line that was threaded through a pulley that was screwed into the ceiling. Her arms were drawn up until her shoulders were slightly stooped and her hands were pulled away from her body. Although her wrists and ankles were not bound, she was no less free than when the tape was encasing her.

“I want to get a look at these goods, girl.” He violently ripped the buttons from her blouse and then pulled down her skirt until it lay in a heap on the floor around her ankles. Immediately, his hands went to work again, exploring all of her private areas. “That’s a sassy little piece of nothing that’s covering your privates, Missy. But it’s still too much.” He took a fistful of cloth from the front of her panties and with one powerful yank, he snapped the tiny strings that held it in place.

Now fully exposed, he could see how carefully she had shaved herself that morning. She had left a lovely heart-shaped patch just above her slit. He laughed when he saw it and stroked it admiringly. But a moment later, his fingers were probing her womanhood.

“I think you’re enjoying yourself, you little slut! You’re all wet!” She could only moan through her gag. Elle hated to admit it but all of this was an undeniable turn-on for her. The presence of his finger inside her made her long for something much larger to take its place.

Kidnapper’s POV

I couldn’t believe it! She actually was getting wet from this! Was I dreaming?

There was ladyjuice all over my hand. First I held it to my own nose and drank in her aroma. Then I offered it to her. “Here’s what you smell like, my gorgeous flower. Just lovely! You should taste it, too. Oh, but there’s that nasty gag in your mouth. Let ME taste it for you.”

My mouth was now near her face and I loudly sucked the cum from my fingers and mumbled, “Delicious…incredible…yummy…sweet…” The girl breathed deeply, trying desperately to share in the moment. Yes, I was enjoying it, but I had other things that needed to be done. To her.
With no warning I stood and started spanking her ass—hard! She yelped through the gag. I held her hips steady using my left arm to pull her into me and didn’t stop smacking her until my arm was tired. She whimpered and moaned softly but when I checked between her legs again there was more honey gushing out. That pleased me greatly.

Now I wanted to tie her up some more. The nearby workbench was covered with coils of rope. I selected a thick one and tied it around her right ankle. Then I threaded it behind the cords that connected her elbows and pulled on it until her foot was lifted from the floor and her lower leg was parallel to the ground. She teetered on her heeled foot, partially suspended from the ceiling.

It was not my desire to hurt her—at least not to “damage” her, though I fully-intended for her to experience pleasure-inducing pain—so I wrapped more ropes around her chest and connected them to the ceiling cable, all to better support her weight. Her poor blouse and suit jacket were horribly rumpled under all of this, but for me, it added to the eroticism of the situation.

My excitement was nearly overriding my self-control and my member was ready to drive itself into her soaking mine. I unzipped and pulled it out, then positioned it, ready to plunge into her. But before I did, I thought better of it and withdrew. She could tell what I had intended and when I backed away I thought I heard a disappointed moan issue forth from her throat.

“Oh, you wanted that, did you? I have something else for you. I’m sure you will not be disappointed.”

Elle’s POV

When he backed away, Elle did moan. She did want him inside her and she couldn’t hide it. For a few moments she couldn’t feel him and she wondered where he had gone. That didn’t last for long, however.

Something large and thick and lubricated was touching her ladylips. More than touching. Penetrating. It was not only thick, but it was long. Elle’s breathing became shallow and extremely rapid as this object violated her. He was pumping it in and out, slowly at first and then more quickly. With each motion her body became more and more heated until she felt that she was going to explode.

“No use. Don’t hold it in”, she thought. And so she didn’t. She screamed into her gag as she orgasmed uncontrollably. Her body shuddered and she struggled against her bonds. He laughed as she panted deeply. Then he strapped the device in place, stuck there deep inside her.

Only a moment later she felt another pressure at ANOTHER opening. This one was vibrating and it already ached as he pushed it against her hole. It broached and then burned her while she screamed into the leather panel across her mouth.

Somewhere in the darkness, she could hear the movement of furniture. She was aware of a sound but not of what it meant. The objects inside her muddled her thoughts and she was on the verge of cumming again. This time, as before, she offered no resistance. This time, as before, her body shook and convulsed.

Before the sensations subsided, she could feel her body being lowered. The winch released enough cable to lower her body onto what appeared to be a short table. Her legs hung off one end and her head projected beyond the other. Her breasts pressed into the cool cushioned leather top.
He was fiddling with the buckle that held the gag in place. She gasped in relief when at long last he took the thing out of her mouth. Her jaw ached and she was drooling uncontrollably. Exhausted, she let her head fall toward the floor.

“This is no time to rest, darling!” the evil kidnapper croaked. Her head was jerked backward as the man used her hair as a handle, her mouth involuntarily opened wide and she grunted.

“Why are you doing this to me? Who are you? Let me g----“ Something long, thick, warm and fleshy stopped her from finishing her protestation and the tip of his cock tickled the back of her throat. Once again she was gagged, but in a significantly different way. This nearly made her forget about the vibrator that still throbbed in her ass.

If she had been thinking, she might have bitten it right off. In her current state of mind—delirious and wanting more of this—she sucked him for all she was worth. When he exploded in her mouth, she drank it in thirstily and swallowed everything that she could.
He laughed out loud. “I KNEW you were loving this!” And she could not disagree or protest.

“Let me go! Let me go and I’ll…I’ll…I’ll do whatever you say!”

“No, I’m not letting you go, that’s for sure. And I’m going to make sure that you don’t get away.”

Kidnapper’s POV

I couldn’t believe how hard I came or that she sucked it all down! Now I’m was going to secure her again and I was going to LOVE doing it!
There are plenty of ropes here. I wrapped up her pretty ankles and red shoes and then her knees. Her elbows were still tied so I just crossed her wrists and made them all lovely and encased in all sorts of rope.

And then I hogtied her. The tips of the heels lay in her palms. Oh, it was a gorgeous tie! And watching her squirm was a giant turn-on again.
When she yelled at me again, “Let me go!” I just had to laugh. “You don’t REALLY want that, do you? And shut up!”

I picked up a large ball gag and strapped it in place.

Then I sat back in the wingback chair in the corner and watched her struggle.

Re: Burning The Midnight Oil M/f

Postby Mr Underheel » Wed Jul 06, 2016 2:11 pm

I had been watching her for almost an hour as she struggled against my hogtie job, enjoying the fact that she had made no progress against it at all. She was exhausted from the effort and, although the battery in the butt plug/vibrator had died a while ago, the stimulation of her filled holes was still evident. Nobody could take being continuously fucked like that and not have it drive them crazy...right? That's not quite what her moaning was telling me, however.

Then my phone lit up and I had an incoming text. It was my client with an update. I was to hold her for two more days, news that made me very happy! My plaything wouldn't be taken away from me as quickly as I had feared. A quick reply to the text, "Roger", and I was ready to torment the little girl in some new way.

"Darling, it looks like we're going to be able to spend quite a bit more quality time together. That makes you very happy, I'm sure! But you can't stay hogtied like this forever. It's time for you to have a break from it. Of sorts."

Elle's POV

He released her feet from their position near her hands and she cried out in relief. Yes, she was excited, but her body could only take so much of this position. Then he released her ankles and legs from their bonds, followed by her hands. The ropes were still around her torso, which restricted her arm movements. Kindly, he helped her into a sitting position on the table.

The gag was unbuckled and the ball eased out of her mouth. Her jaw ached badly and she exercised it carefully to relieve some of the pain. "So you're not letting me go? I still don't know why I'm here. Please tell me why you kidnapped me. Are you going to sell me? Are you going to kill me?"

He laughed. "No, nothing like that. For me, it's just a job, but I love my work! Especially when I get to snatch somebody like you. You learn a lot about a person when they're tied up and helpless. Don't you think so?"

Her cheeks turned scarlet and she didn't answer. She knew EXACTLY what he meant but she was determined not to give him the satisfaction of that knowledge.

"Get down from there. Turn around. Bend over the table." Elle couldn't see a thing still, so effective was that damnable blindfold contraption, but she knew where the table was and she obeyed him. Slowly and gently he, at long last, removed the dildo and vibrator from her pussy and her ass. It was purely involuntary, but a long "OOOOOOoooooohhhhhh" followed by a soft whimper issued from her lips as they came out. While she was very happy to no longer be hogtied, she already missed the feeling of being filled up and was longing for the sensation to return.

Elle heard him rummaging through a drawer. The sound of metal clinking was followed by a "thunk" as something was dropped on the table in front of her. Without a word, he untied all of the ropes that remained around her body. She stood there nearly naked, save for her blouse and suit jacket. "Take those off and drop them on the floor." She obeyed him without question or hesitation. "Spread your feet. Interlace your fingers behind your neck." Again, she complied immediately.

For what seemed like hours she didn't move. He said nothing. He did not touch her But she could feel his eyes scanning her, measuring her, penetrating her. She had never felt more naked in her life.

Kidnapper's POV

She was certainly an exquisite piece of ass, there was no doubt. I had loved cumming in her mouth and couldn't wait to fuck that cunt of hers, but I knew that I wanted her to be completely and totally desperate for it before I did. Nothing would be rushed. There was no need for that. But on to her next torment.

I handcuffed her wrists in front of her using a very standard pair of police-issue cuffs. Only a few links separated her hands. Then I used a length of chain to connect her upper arms. These were not cuffs, but simply a cold steel chain. The links went around the center of her biceps and triceps and I used a small padlock to lock each end in place. There was enough chain there so that her arms would actually move forward a couple of inches, but it still nicely restricted her movements.

Then I used another, much longer chain for a purposes that was both practical and nefarious. I connected the end to a D-ring at the back of her collar and I dropped the chain to the floor. It, of course, obeyed the law of gravity and ran straight down her back. At the point where it intersected the chain that connected her arms, I installed yet another lock. This would keep the arm chain in place. It would not slip off of her arms, and it also placed just a tiny bit of pressure on her lovely throat. It would never be enough to choke her but it would serve as an unforgettable reminder of its existence.

That was the "practical" part. Now came the "nefarious" part: I pulled the chain between her legs and locked the handcuff chain to it. This, again, wasn't overly tight but if she were to try to raise her hands much above their position low on her hips, the chain would dig right into her pussy and would caress her clitoris. Some would choose a word other than "nefarious", but, hey, I'm a kidnapper. This isn't about sex, is it? It's about restraining my victim. Isn't it?

Now for her ankles. There was a set of ankle irons in my bag of tricks which I now locked around her legs. The chain there was about 18 inches long. She would have the ability to move, yes, but she would be quite hobbled at the same time. For good measure, I had one more restrictive trick to add for her: I had a 16 pound bowling ball into which I had sunk a ring screw. Another chain was linked into it. I locked the end of this chain onto her ankle irons. Now she could move about but she would have to drag the ball around with her. My first wife had surprised me with something similar at our wedding reception. Her brothers locked the same kind of ball around my ankle to demonstrate how my marriage to their sister had restricted me. Little did they know that I would some day use it on their beautiful sibling. She didn't like it quite so much on herself as she did when it was on me....

Elle's POV

He said to her, "Now I'm going to leave you for a while. Some where in this room you will find everything that you need. Food. Water. Portapottie. Oh, and some other devices that you might find to be...stimulating. Good bye, for now." And with that, the door opened, slammed shut, and locked. She heard three different locks click into place. Her situation was impossible.

But she needed to take care of business. She would definitely use the portapottie. That would be first. And she was ravenously hungry and thirsty. But how would she eat with her hands like this? It was impossible for her to reach her mouth. How would she drink? She felt her way around the room, dragging the ball and chain the whole way. It was difficult but she managed it. The chain between her legs constantly pulled into her cunt, though she tried to prevent that.

She located a second table and could smell some sort of food there. She also was able to tell that there was a bottle on it as well. It seemed to be bolted down. A straw protruded from the top. She sipped deeply the room temperature water that was in it. Not refreshing, but it would rehydrate her, at least. Now for food. What was this? She bent low over the table.

Meatballs! There were meatballs on a plate. They seemed to be lined up in a long row. She bent her head down and ate them directly off the plate, just as a dog would. Chunks of garlic bread were laid out there as well. That was it, though, but she was thankful for something that would sustain her. Then she continued to explore her way down the table. Here was something. What was it?

She was able to pick up the object but it didn't take long for her to identify it. It was a very large, anatomically correct dildo! Balls and all! You would think that she had had enough of things being inside her, but now that she had food and water, she was ready for more. She turned her back to the table and leaned against it to steady herself. She spread her legs as far as she could and she squatted so that her knees would separate a bit more. With one hand, she was able to move the chain just enough out of the way to provide room for the plastic cock to...yes...yessss...yesssssss.....she buried it inside herself and screamed in pleasure as it disappeared.

Kidnapper's POV

There was no way that I would miss this! Am I out of the room? Yes. But thanks to a closed circuit camera I am enjoying every second of it on my monitor. She's incredible!

I wonder if she will find all of the other toys that I left there for her.

Ah, yes, She did! Her poor pussy is going to be so sore by the time I go back in there!

Elle's POV

Exhausted from pleasuring herself, she was searching for somewhere to get some rest. She lumbered around the room, dragging her ball and chain. The room wasn't all that large and so soon she kicked what felt to be a mattress that lay directly on the floor. She lowered herself to it. No sheets, no blankets, no pillow. But it was soft enough.. Her mind was racing, trying to anticipate what the next day would hold for her. She realized that she had no idea how long she had been there, if it was day or if it was night. It took only a few moments for her to fall into a deep sleep.