HUNTING BAMBI By ROD HARDEN A Renaissance E Books publication ISBN 1-58873-327-0 All rights reserved Copyright © 2004 by R. Harden This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission. For information contact: Renaissance E Books Email
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CHAPTER 1 Bambi chats with Roger Bambi sat alone in her apartment, her blue eyes fixed on the computer screen. She was waiting for words to appear in the instant message window, words that would come from Roger, her cyber playmate. She brushed back her shoulder length brown hair and shifted in her chair. It had been a couple minutes since his last message. Maybe he got disconnected, she thought, or interrupted. She knew he had a wife and kids in "real life," and they sometimes got in the way of his online shenanigans. At last, the message appeared. No explanation of the delay, just instructions telling her to take off her T-shirt. She smiled, nodding to herself, then leaned back and pulled off her shirt. Down to just her pastel blue bra and panties now, she typed her response, "Shirt's off, sir." His reply came quickly this time. "Take some rope and tie your ankles." "OK," she typed back. This was the part she'd been looking forward to. Her simple two-letter response looked so incongruous compared with the tumult she felt inside. It wasn't just "OK," it was excellent. Self-bondage was a potent aphrodisiac for her, all the more so when "ordered" to do it. Already, as she leaned down to bind her own ankles, she could feel the excitement building. She tied the rope nice and snug, sat back and tried to wiggle her legs against each other. The rope held tight. "Done," she typed. She glanced at the other toys on the desk, wondering which he'd tell her to use next. Her eyes came to rest on the pair of nipple clamps, hoping it would be them. Her nipples were already hard beneath the lace of her bra. They ached for stimulation. Come on, she thought. Tell me to take my bra off and put the clamps on. She'd known Roger for about six months and understood his thought process pretty well. When they were just chatting, he was like any other regular guy. But when they had time to play, he
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became her cruel and demanding taskmaster. Sometimes, he'd order her to tie herself up, then tease her with his words, making her hot and begging for release. Other times, he'd spin elaborate abduction scenarios in which she played the role of the helpless victim, tortured and used without mercy. Whichever it was, the shared fantasy had a powerful, irresistible effect on her body. She waited several seconds, wondering again if he'd been cut off, when his next message appeared. "Good girl," he said. "Now we have to clamp those titties, don't we? But... I want you to leave your bra on this time. Just pull the cups down so you're exposed." Oh yes, she thought. That's a nice variation. She imagined it was something he'd do himself if he were there, leaving her partially clothed while he teased her body. As she complied, she couldn't help admiring her own breasts. Soft ruby-capped mounds, they seemed to leap over the tops of the bra cups as she stretched them down. Her breathing quickened noticeably. "Alright," she typed. "I'm just hanging out here." "Great," he answered. "You have the clamps ready?" "Yes sir." "Are the titties ready?" "Oh yes." "Touch them for me." Bambi took her left hand from the keyboard and let it slowly wander over each breast in turn. The constriction from the stretched bra forced them up, making them feel firmer than usual. They were more sensitive as well. Her entire body shivered as she guided her fingertips over the taut pale skin, circling the dark pink halos, lightly pinching the erect nipples. As she continued touching herself, she pecked out a reply with her right hand alone, "I'm touching them." "How do they feel?" She was breathing hard, sucking her lip. "Very excited. Nipples so hard." "Good. Put the clamps on now."
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"Yes sir," she replied. Eagerly, she took the clamps. With her right hand she squeezed open one of the pairs of padded jaws, as her left hand cradled and lifted her left breast. Carefully, she positioned the clamp over the engorged nipple. Pausing momentarily, she closed her eyes and imagined that they weren't her own hands doing this to her. No, she told herself, her hands couldn't be doing this because they were bound tightly behind her. She pictured a pair of larger, stronger, masculine hands–his hands–doing whatever he wished to her as she strained in vain against her bonds. She released the jaws, wincing as they dug in, clinging to her. Quickly she repeated the process with her right breast. The insistent pinching hurt, yet sent waves of the most delicious pleasure coursing through her body at the same time. The connecting chain swayed slightly tickling her belly. Her panties were now thoroughly soaked with her arousal. "Done," she typed. "Excellent," read his response. "By the way, I really like that shade of blue on you." Bambi gasped aloud, taken aback. Instinctively, she turned to look around, but of course there was no one there. The window blinds were more than half closed, quite enough to ensure her privacy. Anyway, she told herself, he lived hundreds of miles away in another state. He couldn't possibly know what color her underwear was. She relaxed, smiling at his uncanny guess. "Lucky guess," she replied. "Is it? Maybe I can see you." "Oh, I'm so frightened." "Perhaps you should be." She imagined him smiling as he teased her. "Ha ha." After another pause, his next message said, "Sorry, I have to go now." "Darn! Wife home?" she asked. "Yes," he replied. "You good and horny?" "Of course." In fact she'd probably be horny all evening after this.
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"Would you like to cum?" "Yes sir!" "Ask me, bitch." She loved it when he got testy and called her a bitch. "I'm such a horny slut, sir," she typed. "May I please cum, sir?" "Yes, you may, slut." The words were followed at once with a winking smiley face, then, "Talk again soon. Bye." "Bye," she answered. She reached for her vibrator as she hit the send button. Without another thought, she began pleasuring herself, moaning loudly as she touched the buzzing device to her trembling belly, slowly edging it down. She was quickly lost to the sensations of the vibrator against her sensitive flesh. As she writhed in the first of many orgasms, she paid no heed to the message window still open on her computer screen. But if she could have somehow followed the trail of her last message, it would have been a lightening fast, mind-bending journey. The three letters were transformed into electrical signals and sent on their way at the speed of light. They were broken apart and recombined again and again. The signals were converted to pulses of light along fiber-optic cables. They were switched through routers, forwarded by servers, until they finally formed themselves again into a word on another computer screen, somewhere out there. Sitting in front of that other screen, the word was read by the man Bambi knew only as Roger. He grinned as he turned away from the computer. Next to his desk stood a tripod with a pair of powerful binoculars mounted on top. They were aimed through a small opening in the blinds of a darkened window. He leaned over and pressed his eyes against the rubber eyepieces. Almost directly across the street and one story down, he could just make out the undulating image of Bambi through the slits of her halfclosed window blinds. He watched as she used the vibrator while tugging on the nipple clamp chain to bring herself to orgasm. Soon he joined her in self-pleasuring, stroking himself vigorously as he watched the unsuspecting young woman.
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After he spilled his seed on the waiting wad of tissues, he looked through the binoculars once more. He watched as she rested a moment, then reached toward the toys on her desk. She picked up the ball-gag, strapped it on, and began using the vibrator once more. "At it again," Roger muttered to himself. "Yes, you are a horny slut, Bambi. And tomorrow, at long last, I'll have you."
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CHAPTER 2 Bambi has a gentleman caller The next morning, Bambi awoke feeling wonderfully alive, as she always did after a bondage session. She didn't know what it was about the sensation of rope against skin, but her orgasms were invariably deep, hard, and satisfying while bound. It wasn't just the ropes, though, it was also the implied loss of control. That's why she looked forward to online sessions with Roger. It was one thing to tie herself up, it was quite another to give up control to him, let him tell her what to do. Once upon a time, she wondered about it, worried if it was "normal," but had since put such worries aside. Anything that felt so good had to be all right. Of course, the ideal would be to find the right partner to play bondage games with in "real life." She'd tried it with a couple of boyfriends in the past, but for one reason or another, they proved unacceptable. With no prospects at the moment, her online partner was as much reality as she needed. After showering, she stood staring at her closet. She was still feeling a bit horny and decided to tease the guys at work that day, not to mention herself. She picked out a tight pastel pink sweater with a low, scoop neckline. It revealed just enough cleavage to invite looks without being overtly slutty. The short black skirt she chose was really quite plain; it was the way she would walk in it that would produce the desired effect, especially in her four-inch pumps. As she zipped up the skirt, another thought came to her. Quickly, she unzipped and shimmied out of the skirt. She retrieved a length of rope from her stash of toys, folded it in half, and wrapped the doubled cord around her waist. Holding the loop in back, she brought the two loose ends around, slipped them through the loop, and guided the rope between her legs. She was breathing heavily when she knotted the rope at just the spot where it passed over her clit, then pulled it snug and tied it off in front. Grabbing the skirt again, she finished dressing and stood in front of the mirror. Her face looked flushed. It seemed to be
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screaming out, "I have a knotted rope pressing against my cunt," but the rope was really quite inconspicuous. For several moments, she turned this way and that, leaned over, bent down, trying to determine if the rope could be seen from any angle. Satisfied at last, she got her purse and headed out the door. As she drove through town, she wondered how long she could go like this. Every movement seemed to cause the rope to shift, the knot rubbing against her just so. She'd have to concentrate on stifling the little gasps that kept escaping her lips. Maybe she wouldn't make it through the whole day, but it would be fun while it lasted. "Hey, Bambi. You look awesome today," called Alex as she sashayed into the office. "Why, thank you, Alex," she said sweetly. The boys were noticing already. Yes, this would definitely be fun. By the time she got to her desk, her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She'd received several more comments on her appearance, and her panties were drenched from the stimulation of the crotch-rope. A visit to the ladies' room would be needed soon, and not for the usual reason. She turned on her computer and waited for the instant message program to start up. Her face fell when she saw that Roger wasn't logged on yet. Maybe later. In the meantime, she got to work. Or at least, she tried to get to work. She found herself just staring blankly at the report she was supposed to be working on. The only thoughts that came to mind involved ropes and clits; ropes and breasts; ropes, ropes, ropes. It was clear she wasn't going to last long at this rate. After only ten minutes, she snatched up her purse and hurried to the ladies room. In the stall, she pulled her skirt down and fumbled with the knot on the crotch-rope. As she did, she couldn't avoid pulling the rope deeper into her slit. The knot against her clit pressed harder and harder. She didn't remember tying the rope so damned tight. Come on, she thought. At last, it loosened. She yanked the rope off and shoved it into her purse, then pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet.
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Immediately, her right hand sought her pussy. Her fingers reached and thrust almost on their own, diving deep within her fiery need. At the same time, she shoved her left hand into her mouth to stifle her own moans. She closed her eyes and pictured herself bound and gagged. She saw herself in a chair, ropes cutting into her flesh. They were so tight, so inescapable. She was completely at the mercy of a stranger, a man who had captured her to use for his pleasure. Her hand thrust faster, harder as she imagined the scene. "Uhn..." she moaned. "Is everything all right in there?" asked a concerned voice. Bambi pulled her fist away from her mouth. "Fine," she gasped, trying to hide the wantonness she felt in her voice. "Just a little tummy ache." More like a little pussy ache, she thought as she resumed masturbating. Soon she felt the waves of orgasm rising from deep within her. They peaked and ebbed quickly, too quickly, but she didn't want to prolong it and risk being discovered. She glanced at her left hand. Deep tooth-marks indented her flesh. Sitting back, she caught her breath. She stood, put herself together, flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall. Fortunately, whoever had been there was gone. Standing over the sink, she studied herself in the mirror. Her image stared back at her, an attractive woman of 31, shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes, bright smile. No, she thought as she freshened her lipstick, it's not obvious what she was just up to. She had to assure herself, because, even though it wasn't the first time she'd taken a "special break" like this, it always felt as if people would somehow know what she'd been up to just by looking at her. The rest of the day was uneventful, except for the men she continued to tease every time she walked by. It was cute the way they tried to hide the fact that they were looking. Mustn't risk a sexual harassment charge, she chuckled to herself. She had hoped to chat with Roger during the day, but he never logged on. Did he say he would be busy that day? She couldn't remember. In any event, she managed to get plenty of work done.
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By the end of the day, she was tired and thankful to get home. As she stepped up to the door to her apartment building, a man stood there, trying different keys in the lock from the entryway into the main lobby. She didn't recognize him. Bambi took out her own key, and opened the door. She began to pull it closed behind her, keeping the stranger locked out. "Please," he said. "Let me in. I'm new in the building, and left my key in my apartment." She'd heard that line before. No way would she let someone in unless she knew them personally. She studied him. He seemed sincere. "What's your apartment number?" she asked. The man looked confused. "Um, 415." Bambi lived just down the hall from 415, but had never seen him before. She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can't take any chances." She pulled the door shut and rang for the elevator as the man yelled at her from the other side of the locked door. When she got to her apartment, she stepped inside as she usually did. She headed past the small kitchen/dining area to the living room where she would sit back and relax for a few minutes, as she usually did. But just as she got to the living room, there was a sudden motion. She only saw it from the corner of her eye. A hand reached over her mouth. A large, strong hand. It clamped down tight while an arm swung across her chest. The next few seconds played out in slow motion. She didn't have time to turn or react in any way. Her eyes stared wildly ahead as she reached up, clawing, scratching, trying to break the hold. She kicked and squirmed, but the vise-like grip held her tight. She felt herself lifted bodily. Her feet left the floor as the man pulled her into the room. She screamed as loud as she could, but heard only a faint muffled sound. Her voice was absorbed by the cloth. The cloth in the hand. She hadn't even noticed it at first. It completely covered her mouth and nose. It was damp with an odd, sweet-smelling liquid. What was it? What was that smell? Something told her not to breathe the fumes, but she could only hold her breath for so long. She struggled,
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not breathing, for several seconds. Or was it minutes? At last, she had to breathe. The room started spinning. It went in and out of focus. She could hear her panicked heartbeat throbbing in her ears, felt the hot heavy breath of her attacker on the back of her neck. She gasped, drank in more of the fumes. She felt dizzy, sick to her stomach. The terror went on for so long, it seemed like hours. Her eyelids felt so heavy. She kept blinking, forcing them open, only to feel them shut again. At last, she could fight no more. Her strength seemed to drain out of her like water from a tub. Her arms fell to her sides. Her knees buckled. As blackness enveloped her, she heard a male voice. It said, "You're mine now, Bambi."
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CHAPTER 3 Bambi entertains her guest Consciousness returned slowly and painfully to Bambi. The throbbing ache in her head felt like she'd been hit with a sledgehammer, and it worsened when she tried to look around. She groaned. Every movement brought fresh pain and streaks of light behind her closed eyelids. Ignoring the pain, she slowly opened her eyes. The room remained as black as when they were closed. She opened her eyes wider, staring intently into the darkness. Where was she? Why wasn't there any light anywhere? All she could tell was that she was seated in what felt like one of her own kitchen chairs, straight-backed and lightly padded. She tried to stand, but got nowhere. None of her muscles would obey her. What was happening? Was she paralyzed? Taking a deep breath, she gathered her wits. It was true she couldn't move, but it was also obvious she hadn't lost feeling in her limbs. Every muscle in her body was crying in agony. She groaned again, and, as the groan faded into silence, she heard a sound, like a deep chuckling. "I see my prize is finally awake," a man's voice said. All at once, she remembered what had happened. The hands grabbing her; the damp cloth with its the sickening odor; the horrible blackness. She shuddered as icy fear gripped her. "Who- who are you? What do you want?" she asked. Her voice sounded rough and gravelly. Her lips and tongue felt unbearably dry. "Come now, Bambi. You know who I am. And what I want." She started to shake her head, but stopped as the headache returned in full force. "No," she sobbed. "I don't know. Please. Tell me. What have you done to me? I can't see! Or move!" "You're just a little disoriented," the voice said. "That's to be expected. I'm sure you could figure it out if you really thought about it." The voice paused as if waiting for her to answer, as if she would suddenly make sense of what was happening to her. "Fine," the voice
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continued, "I won't belabor the point. I'm Roger. Roger from the internet." It was hard for Bambi to follow him with the pounding in her head. Her comprehension lagged behind the words, but eventually she understood. Again she shook her head. It was impossible. "No," she whispered. "You can't be." But, even as she denied it, the panic grew once more, making her feel woozy. It couldn't be true, yet she knew it was. No one knew about Roger, so who else could it be? And if this really was Roger, he knew her most private, secret fantasies. She tried to tell herself again that it couldn't be him. He lived far away. He had a wife and children. Furthermore, Bambi had never revealed her address to him, and her apartment had been locked, so how could he possibly be here? As she went over it again and again, sensations from her limbs began to register in her confused mind. She realized why she couldn't move. Her fingers were interlaced behind her, but she couldn't pull her hands apart because there were cords binding her wrists. Yes, that was it. She'd been tied up enough times to recognize the sensation of rope against flesh. From the ache in her shoulders, she knew that she wasn't just bound at the wrists. There were more ropes at her elbows, pulling them together. Tightly. Much tighter than any other time she'd been bound. As she became more alert, she carefully inventoried the rest of her body. She could feel ropes at her ankles, and above and below her knees. Still more ropes circled her chest, waist, and thighs, holding her in place on the chair. There was a tightness around her head, perhaps a blindfold of some sort. Yes, of course, she thought. That would explain the total darkness. A sob caught in her throat as she tried to speak again. "What–are you going to do with me?" Again, he chuckled. "Really Bambi. That's definitely something you should know. I'm doing exactly what I always said I would do: kidnap you to turn you into a sex slave." He said it so matter-offactly.
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"But you can't! You don't really do that kind of thing. It's just a game. What about your wife? Your kids? The house in the suburbs?" This time he did more than chuckle. He laughed long and hard. "Oh, Bambi, that's so cute," he said between guffaws. "I can't believe you actually fell for all that bullshit." His voice died away, but the words continued to sting her like needles. Tears streamed from behind the blindfold. This couldn't be happening. It was a nightmare. She'd known him for months – almost a year, in fact. He'd told her all about his real life, his family, dozens of little details. How could he make all that up? "Well, I don't believe you," she sobbed. "Doesn't matter to me if you believe me or not," he snorted. "Everything I told you before was a lie. Except for the part about kidnapping you, of course." The tears continued to stream down Bambi's cheeks. "But it was just a game!" she protested. "It was a fantasy. I never meant it to be real!" He laughed and patted her cheek lightly. "Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that." She heard footsteps, then heard the TV turn on. He'd left her, just like that, and was watching TV. Channel surfing in her own apartment while she was all tied up! The very idea made her abruptly angry. Ignoring all the aches she felt, she began to struggle in earnest against the constricting cords. "Hey! What the hell are you doing? How dare you! Untie me and get out of my house this instant!" She didn't hear him approach as she struggled and screamed at him, but his fingers were suddenly in her hair. They clenched tightly, viciously yanking her head back. "Shut up, bitch!" he snarled. She squealed in pain as he jostled her already aching head before releasing her with a jerk. He stooped down; she could feel his breath against her face. "Now, just sit there and be quiet," he said. "We just have a few more hours here. I'd gag you, but there's still a chance you might get nauseous. Don't want my prize choking on her own vomit."
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She was more confused than ever. Why was he keeping her tied up in her own apartment? And what would happen in a few hours? He said he didn't want her to choke, yet he sure didn't seem to have any qualms about leaving her painfully bound while he sat back and watched television. "Okay. I'll be quiet. But please. Talk to me," she pleaded. "At least tell me what's going on. If you're kidnapping me, why are we still here?" He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "All right. Fair enough. We're waiting so the drug has a chance to wear off. Also, it's gotta be the middle of the night when we leave, so that it's nice and dark and no one's around. There. Satisfied?" He sounded so sure of himself. Again, she stifled the sense of panic at the words "when we leave." She sniffed back a tear. As long as he was being talkative, she decided to press on with more of the questions that were running through her mind. "But how did you find out where I live? How did you get into my apartment?" "Oh, I'm pretty handy with locks. And as for finding you, I had plenty of hints from what you did tell me. It really wasn't very hard to track you down. It's amazing how much personal information you can find if you know where to look." He chuckled again. "And if you know how to hack into the necessary systems." "I just can't believe it." "Sweetie, you're living proof of what I'm saying." She felt his hands on her shoulders. He leaned over her, running them lightly down her arms to the bindings at her elbows. She winced as he dug his fingers into her flesh. "Which are you going to believe?" he asked. "What you think should be true? Or these very real cords biting into you right now?" All she could do was whimper in reply. His hands were stroking her hair now. It felt so good. Without thinking, she leaned into his touch. It made her head throb less. "You're such a pretty girl," he whispered. "So very pretty. You're gonna make a wonderful slave. You already love it. And you want it, too. You know you do. Just let yourself go."
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His voice, his words, were so soothing. She could feel his face move closer to hers as he spoke. His lips brushed against her own. She pulled back. "Please. Don't," she said. "You don't mean that." Again his mouth sought hers. Lips glanced past lips. He kissed her cheek and neck, then backed off. This time, she moaned and leaned forward, searching for him, her lips parted slightly. He wasn't far away. Only an inch or so. His tongue rimmed her mouth. She opened more for him. Straining against the ropes, she pressed against him with sudden vigor. She felt a jolt, like electricity, as his tongue suddenly invaded her, probing deep. She melted as his mouth possessed hers. All the while, a part of her brain demanded to know what she was doing. He was a stranger. He'd stalked her, drugged her, tied her up painfully tight. He was about to abduct her. Yet there she was, kissing him hungrily, sighing and moaning like a schoolgirl. But that part of her mind was quickly drowned out as his hands cupped her breasts. He squeezed gingerly, as though testing melons for ripeness. She felt her nipples pucker. Her hips began to writhe. The cords were so much tighter than anything she'd felt before, but the pain of her bondage faded into intense arousal as he touched and kissed her. One of his hands slipped downward, tracing the narrow valley between her thighs. She was so wet. "Touch me. Please." She barely recognized her own voice. But instead of touching her more, the hands left abruptly. The mouth was suddenly gone. "Ohhh," she whined, turning her head as if she could see where he went. "Don't tease me and leave me like this." She heard his low chuckled again. "See. I told you you wanted it," was all he said before turning the TV back on. Bambi could feel herself flush in frustration, then shame and anger. She lowered her head and sobbed. She squeezed her eyes shut, trading one shade of black for another. In the background, the local news came on. "Tonight:" the announcer said, "tips for women on avoiding assaults."
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CHAPTER 4 Bambi gets ready for a trip "Roger" sat back and idly let his thumb push the channel button on the TV remote every few seconds. He wasn't paying attention to the quick glimpses of the various shows that appeared on the screen, though. Instead, he continued to watch the young woman helplessly bound and blindfolded a few feet away in her own kitchen. He couldn't take his eyes off her. In her tight blouse, short skirt and heels, Bambi was four-alarm hot. With the ropes holding her snug, she made an almost irresistibly neat little bundle. He had to consciously fight the urge to touch her and kiss her again. There would be time enough for that soon. He mustn't rush things. Proper timing was important, and he'd already gone farther than he'd planned. Still, he thought, those kisses sure felt nice. For now, he had to just let her sit there, alone in her private darkness. She had to think he was ignoring her, that he'd taken a sample and decided that the TV was more interesting. He knew at that very moment her own mind was inflicting an exquisite form of mental torture on her that he couldn't hope to duplicate. She was no doubt castigating herself over her response to him at that very moment, filling herself with self-doubts and recriminations. These moments would go a long way to shake her belief in herself. And the sooner her confidence was broken, the better. As he watched her fingers flex uselessly behind her, he replayed their conversation over in his mind. The hurt and disappointment in her voice when he'd told her the truth was touching, like a child learning there is no Santa Claus. He almost felt sorry for her. Almost, but not quite. In fact, it was just about time to take away one more thing she had confidence in, to let her know that "Roger" wasn't even his real name. He cleared his throat to speak and saw her body stiffen in anticipation, as if she expected him to strike her. "By the way," he said casually. "You can stop calling me 'Roger.' That's not really my name."
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"All right," she sniffed. "I guess I should have figured that one out by now." She lifted her head and seemed to look around even though the blindfold remained tightly in place. "So... what should I call you then?" She sounded more lost than before, as if the name had been the last thing she was holding onto. He didn't answer. Slowly, quietly, he approached her. She continued to "look" around. "Please," she said. "Tell me your real n– Ow!" She squealed in pain as he again grabbed her by the hair. "Did I say you could talk? Jeez, you're a mouthy bitch." "I'm sorry," she cried. "You can call me 'sir' for now. Is that clear?" "Yes. Sir." He let go of her hair and returned to the chair by the TV. The late night news was concluding. Jay Leno would be one in a minute. He heard her stir again. "Sir, I–" she started to say, then winced immediately expecting him to grab her again. He stayed where he was, though, and let her continue. Slowly, she went on. "I have to go to the bathroom." "No you don't." "Yes I do!" "I said you don't." "But-" "If you're thinking that'll give you a chance to escape, you're very wrong. I'll take you to the toilet myself if I think you really have to go. Now... Do you still think you have to go?" He could see her face flush again, though whether from anger or humiliation, he couldn't tell. At last she hissed, "No. I guess I can wait." "Thought so." He stopped flipping channels and left the TV tuned to Jay Leno. He chuckled as he listened to the opening monologue. The guests came and went. He checked his watch. It was almost time. At last, he stood and walked over to his captive. Her chin rested against her chest as she snoozed fitfully. It never failed to amaze him
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how girls could fall asleep at times like this, but Bambi wasn't the first. Taking a cloth, he made a thorough round of the apartment, wiping off all surfaces he had touched, and ending up back in front of Bambi. "Hey," he said, shaking her awake. "Time to go." She gasped, and her body jerked to attention. She sat up rigidly and immediately began to plead with him. "No. Please, Rog- I mean, sir. Please just let me go." He ignored her and began untying the ropes that held her to the chair. But before releasing her completely, he untied the cords binding her ankles and at once retied them with a thin strand of high test fishing line, connecting them with about two feet of leeway. Then he freed her knees and the remaining ropes holding her to the chair. "Come on, sweetie," he said as he grasped her shoulders and pulled her to a standing position. "You're almost ready to go for a drive." "Oh God," she gasped, as she shifted uncomfortably, moving her legs apart, testing the new binding. He looked down and smiled; the fishing line was almost transparent. From his bag, he retrieved a pair of glasses and slipped them on her face. The patches of the blindfold were styled to look like eyes from the outside, and the narrow strap holding them in place had been carefully placed under her hair. With the glasses on, it was difficult to tell in dim lighting that the eyes behind the glasses were only painted on. Next, he pulled out a lightweight jacket and draped it over her shoulders. There was a slight bulge in back where her arms remained tightly cinched, but the jacket was loose-fitting, and the sleeves were already stuffed to look like there were arms inside. The ends of the sleeves were sewn to the side pockets. Lastly, he took a nerf ball about the size of an orange and squished it as he held it to her mouth. "Open up, darlin'," he said. Bambi choked back a sob and held her mouth closed. She shook her head and tried to back away. "Come on, Bambi. You know you're not going anywhere. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Doesn't matter to me." She
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stopped, and let her mouth open slightly. "That's it," he encouraged her. "But it's gotta be wider than that, girl. There we go. Now close your lips when it's all the way in. Excellent!" Quickly, as the spongy material began to expand in her mouth, he placed a wide strip of clear tape across her lips. Even though they were somewhat distorted beneath the tape, her lips could still be clearly seen. When he was finished, "Roger" stepped back to examine his handiwork. He nodded to himself. To a casual observer, Bambi would appear to be just an ordinary girl wearing a jacket that was a little too big, billowing out a bit in the back, with her hands in her pockets. Her features looked a bit skewed, but hardly worth a second look. And the fishing line hobbling her ankles was virtually invisible. "Now we're going for a little walk to the car," he said. She mumbled an objection, but her effort to pull away was stopped as he put his arm around her shoulder. "There, there," he cooed. "You're gonna be fine. Just take small steps and pretend you're my girl." Grabbing his bag, he guided her toward the door.
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CHAPTER 5 Her chariot awaits For Bambi, the walk to "Roger's" car was a terror-filled march in darkness. What had she gotten herself into, she wondered? Whatever his real name was, this maniac meant business. He was really kidnapping her just like he'd said he would. She could only imagine how he had bound her. He seemed to think he could simply trot right out onto the city streets with her like this, and not have anyone notice. Sure it was late at night, but someone would have to see that there was something unusual about her. The thought gave her a glimmer of hope as she took her first tentative steps. "Just lean your head on my shoulder," he whispered as he led her down to the hall. She heard the elevator door open when he pressed the button, and they stepped in. When the car began its descent, she gasped. In her blind fear, the motion seemed exaggerated, as though they were free-falling. But Roger's steady breathing reassured her that it was okay. During the short trip to the ground floor, her captor apparently couldn't resist groping her some more. She heard him chuckle, then felt the arm around her shoulders tighten suddenly. He reached across with his free hand and took her breast in his large, strong grip. His fingers flexed into her soft yielding flesh. She moaned. His touch was so firm, so commanding that she almost forgot there were several layers of clothing between them. "Oh, yeah, Bambi," he whispered, as his hand headed south. "You and I are gonna have lots of fun together." "Mmmff!" she gasped as he lifted her skirt and began fingering the damp crevice between her thighs. "See?" he laughed. "You like it. You know you do. Because you're a horny little slut." "Huh uh," she protested, even as she rocked her hips against the intruding fingers. She cursed herself and tried to stop, but he was so
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insistent, she couldn't help herself. Why was she so aroused, she wondered? How could her body betray her like this? Just as they got to the ground floor, he suddenly reached under her soaked panties and slipped something inside her. He did it with a practiced ease. Before she knew what was happening, the thing, whatever it was, was nestled within her cunt and her panties were smoothed back in place. It wasn't very big. It felt smooth and round or oval in shape. She wondered if it was one of those "egg" type vibrators. He started forward, gently urging her along with him. The terror of walking blind again replaced the horror of having some foreign object shoved inside her. She took short steps, well within the confines of the thin cord that hobbled her ankles. "Two steps down right here," he cautioned her. She knew the steps were the ones into the lobby of the building. They were almost outside. Without releasing his hold on her shoulders, he opened the door and led her out. The crisp night air sent a sudden shiver through her. "The car's just a couple of blocks away," he said to her. "Easy does it. No one's around. Don't worry. Just keep walking. Good girl." He kept up a steady patter of encouragement as they strolled leisurely along the street. At least, it would look like a leisurely stroll to anyone who couldn't see that she was bound, gagged, and being led away against her will. "Here's the curb," he said. She stepped gingerly down into the street and started across, relentlessly urged along by the pressure of his arm across her shoulder. As they crossed the street, she heard a car slowing to a stop at the intersection. She turned her head toward the sound and began to cry out, but her voice was heavily muffled by the gag, her words incomprehensibly distorted. "Stop it!" hissed Roger. Immediately his grip on her shoulder tightened. At the same time she felt a sudden jolt of electricity surge through her body. It emanated from the device he'd planted in her pussy. She squealed and sagged on suddenly weak knees. He held her up, steadied her, and guided her along. "She had way too many
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tonight," she heard him call out. His announcement was met with male laughter, presumably from the driver of the car. "Step up," he said in a gentle tone when they reached the opposite side of the street. A few steps later and she was completely recovered from the shock. "Don't even think of trying anything like that again." His whisper sounded ominous now, menacing. "You look like you're drunk, you fool. That's all anyone will think when they see you like this. The only thing you've accomplished with that little outburst is to make me angry, and believe me, you don't want that." She whined in despair. What he said about the way she looked must be true. The stranger had actually laughed at her. It was like a horrible nightmare. Kidnapped in public with people laughing at her distress. "Here's the car," he said. She heard the chirp of the alarm being deactivated. He steered her abruptly to the right and swung the door open. "Easy does it, Bambi. Let me guide you in." Suddenly, she shook her head frantically, struggling, desperate to attract attention before it was too late. "No! Help me someone! Please!" Her words came out like gibberish, barely audible. This time, it was Roger who laughed. "There's no one around now. No one to hear you. No one come to your rescue." He forced her to bend and back into the car seat. Then he kicked her legs inside before reaching in to buckle her seat belt. She choked back sobs as her last chance to get free slipped away. Roger lingered a moment after strapping her in. His hand traced lightly along her breasts, her shoulders, then her chin and face. He stroked her hair gently. "Poor Bambi," he sighed. "No one can save you now, can they? And all you've managed to do is make me angry. You know you'll have to be punished for that." His voice was soothing, in contrast to the meaning of his words. Punished? What did he mean by that? No sooner had she thought it, then she answered her own question. She knew the types of torments he liked to fantasize about. They'd chatted about such things playfully before. Now she realized he was quite serious.
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She heard the driver's side door open and close. The engine started and the car pulled out. Her eyes, hidden behind the padding of the blindfold, bulged in panic. "No," she groaned again. Roger simply chuckled. "Oh yes, Bambi. Here we go. Say good bye to your old life, because your new life is about to begin." With his taunt still echoing in her ears, she felt the evil thing in her cunt come to life again. This time it gave her a milder shock, before settling in to a steady buzzing pulsation. She jerked once at the initial jolt, then felt her hips begin rocking on their own to the throbbing deep within her. Her arms felt numb behind her. She tried to wiggle her fingers, but couldn't tell if they were moving or not. Her mouth was parched from the foam ball filling it beyond its normal capacity. She couldn't imagine being more miserable, yet her inner thighs were moist with the arousal of the horrible little vibrator. As the car sped along, the sounds of the road formed a steady, droning counterpoint to Bambi's inner monologue of rage, fear, and despair.
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CHAPTER 6 Bambi takes a hike "Well, I might as well tell you my real name now." The words seemed to float in a fog inside Bambi's head, detached and meaningless. It felt like she'd been bound, gagged, and blindfolded forever. What did it feel like, she wondered, when her limbs obeyed her commands? What was it like to be able to speak and see? What did her cunt feel like when it wasn't throbbing from the insistent, insidious vibrator? "Hey. You with me? Bambi?" Again, she heard words. She shifted for the millionth time, still unable to find comfort in the car seat. As she did, the vibrator once more emitted a mild shock, causing her to come immediately. She'd had so many orgasms since being put in the car, she was completely spent. As this one rippled through her body, she shuddered and moaned, leaned back, then slumped forward. Finally, the pulsing stopped. Another sound came to her, reminding her of laughter. She felt sensations on her face, first pressure, then a painful pulling. It felt like her face was being ripped off, then more strange sensations, as if her mouth were being turned inside out. "Here. Try to drink a little bit." Cool moisture touched her lips. She lapped at it like a kitten at a bowl of milk. The wetness on her lips and mouth was heavenly. It occurred to her that he must have torn off the tape and removed the ball from her mouth. She stopped herself in mid-though. He... Who was he? More sensations on her face and head. She realized that she was feeling his fingers as he removed her "glasses" and worked at the blindfold strap. Soon, the pads were pulled away from her eyes. She kept her lids clenched tight. "It's okay. You can open them. There aren't any bright lights here or anything." Slowly, she blinked her eyes open. She was staring out the windshield of the car. It was dark outside. The car wasn't moving. She wondered how long they'd been stopped. With what little light
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was available, she could see they were surrounded by trees on a narrow road that was little more than a path. Almost afraid of what she would see, she turned to look at the source of the voice. There he was, sitting at the wheel of the car. She could have been in a college class looking at the professor. The man was middle-aged, with streaks of gray in his thick, wavy hair. He had a neatly trimmed beard that was almost completely gray. He was looking at her intently. His dark eyes were warm and friendly, his expression full of concern. Perhaps this isn't "Roger" she thought, suddenly. Maybe something had happened. Maybe this man was here to rescue her. "Are you going to take me home?" she asked. Her voice cracked from her still-parched throat. The man nodded. "Yes, Bambi. I am." At the sound of his voice, her hope crashed. It was him, after all! What kind of delirium had she been in to think otherwise? "No! No, you're not! You're kidnapping me. Please. I just want to go home now. I've had enough." His expression clouded. "I said I am taking you home. Don't contradict me. Ever. You're already in deep shit, you know." Bambi shrank back against the door. "I'm sorry. Really. I just-" "Shut up!" He scowled at her. "Now you put me in a bad mood. I was going to change your bindings. Make you a little more comfortable. But I'm not so sure now." "Oh, please. I said I was sorry. I didn't mean it. Really." Abruptly he lunged at her and shoved the ball back in her mouth. "I said shut up! Seems pretty fucking simple to me." He began wrapping strips of silver duct tape over her lips, then around and around her head. Tears streamed down Bambi's cheeks as she squirmed helplessly beneath his sudden assault on her mouth. She wailed hysterically, as the ball was again sealed inside her mouth. He sat back and glared at her. The tape was excruciatingly tight. She could feel her cheeks bulging over the edge. She mewled pitifully, pleading with her eyes. His look softened slightly. Then a
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little more. Finally, he leaned over and began peeling off the tape. Soon he was prying the ball out of her mouth again. He shrugged. "You have very pretty eyes," he said. She sat silently, sucking her lip. Should she say anything to that or not? He seemed to have a hair trigger temper. As long as she was in his control, she would have to be careful not to set him off again. "Well?" he asked. "What do you say when someone compliments you?" "Th- thank you." "That's better." He smiled. "Look. I know you're a little nervous right now. Maybe even scared. And I know I have a bit of a temper, but we'll soon be getting along just fine." He moved toward her again, and she cowered in fear. "Hey. I'm just going to loosen those elbow ropes. Come on." Gratefully, she turned to let him work on the ropes that had held her arms prisoner for the last... She had no idea how long they'd been bound so tightly. It had been several hours in her apartment alone. She looked around again. It seemed that they were in the middle of nowhere, but it had to be the same night. When the ropes at last fell away, the relief was mixed with pain as the feeling returned to her limbs. She couldn't help crying out. She just sat for a few minutes, gasping. He'd left her wrists bound, but she was able to flex her arms. As the pain subsided, she looked over at him. "Thank you," she said again. He nodded in reply. "Anyway, as I was saying, I might as well tell you my real name now. It's Justin. During your stay with me, though, you're to call me 'sir' at all times. Is that clear?" "Yes, sir." "We're just about a quarter mile from my place, but I stopped here to show you something." Bambi couldn't imagine what he was talking about. What could there be in these woods that he needed her to see? He opened his door, and stepped around to her side of the car. Opening her door, he gestured for her to get out. Her ankles were still
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hobbled with the fishing line, but she didn't have much trouble. He pointed down the trail. "You said you wanted to go home. Now's your chance." She stared at him in disbelief. Shaking her head, she stepped back. He was trying to trap her. He wanted an excuse to get angry again. "I'm not kidding," he insisted. "Go ahead. Start yelling if you want. Scream as loud as you can. I won't be angry." She looked down at her tethered ankles. "How can I run away tied up like this?" "I didn't say it would be easy. Go ahead. I'll give you a five minute head start." Again she shook her head. "It's some kind of trick. You'll tell me to run then punish me for it when you catch me." He chuckled. "Maybe. But maybe you'll get away. Tell you what. I'll make it a ten minute head start." Still, she hesitated. She watched as his face flushed with anger again. "Go, dammit!" he shouted. Bambi screamed, turned and ran down the path. Actually, she couldn't very well run with her legs still hobbled, but she shuffled of as fast as she could. The ground was uneven. In the darkness she could hardly make out the path or watch for ruts and holes, and it was hard to maintain her balance with her wrists still bound behind her. This is crazy, she thought. He would never just let her go after getting her this far. He'll catch up in no time, and then there'll be hell to pay. She looked back. He was already out of sight. She was making better progress than it seemed. It heartened her, but she couldn't bring herself to believe that she really had a chance. Nonetheless, she trudged on. In the distance, she saw a light. Her heart leapt. Was it the main road? Had he misjudged how fast she could move? She redoubled her effort, settling into an easy trot that kept her feet from pulling against the confines of the hobble. The light got closer and closer. But it didn't move or vary. It still seemed far away when she suddenly found herself almost on top of it.
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The light marked the location of a gate. She stared at it in disbelief and despair. The gate was tall and sturdy. It was locked with heavy chains and padlocks. On either side, a fence, equally impressive in its construction, extended into the darkness. So this is why he was so sure she wouldn't get away, she thought ruefully. She was trapped in a fenced compound of some sort. The main road might be miles away yet. She turned this way and that, but there was no sign of Justin. She stopped and listened for a couple minutes. Nothing. She faced the gate again and pressed her face bars of the gate. "Help!" she screamed as loud as she could. "Help me, someone. Please!" She waited, but her cries died out in the chill night air unanswered. She thought she heard a sound behind her and spun around. There was nobody there, but the suddenness of her motion caused her to lose her balance. She stumbled down to her knees and managed to twist her body to keep herself from falling completely flat on the ground. Tied as she was, it would be almost impossible to stand up again. She paused to catch her breath. Justin must be close by now, she told herself. From her kneeling position, she tried several times to stand, but couldn't manage to find the right leverage. What she needed was something to lean against, like one of the hundreds of trees all around. Slowly, she shuffled on her knees over to the closest tree. Leaning against it, she pushed herself up to a standing position again. The delight she felt at her success was quickly dispelled as she looked again at the fence. "God damn you, you son of a bitch!" she called out loud. Sobbing, she hobbled over to the fence and began walking along it, following it into the thick woods. Maybe she wouldn't escape, but she could at least make it hard for him to find her again. She kept on walking. Occasionally, she stopped to rub her wrist bonds against the fence hoping to cut herself free, but she couldn't seem to make much progress. Eventually, she gave up and pressed on.
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Hours passed. She saw the first blush of dawn on the horizon to her right. It was a beautiful sunrise, but she was in no position to appreciate it. At last, she stopped. The fence just kept going forever. Her feet ached. She was sore and tired, hungry and thirsty. Leaning against another tree, she sank to her knees, and let herself fall to the ground. She didn't know if she'd be able to stand again, but she had to rest. The forest floor was surprisingly soft and cozy. She snuggled down as best she could and, as she felt sleep overtake her, she wondered where Justin was and why he hadn't caught her yet.
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CHAPTER 7 Justin finds Bambi Bambi was wrenched from her uneasy slumber by the sudden buzzing and jolting of the device in her pussy. She'd actually managed to forget it was there as she slept. "Ow! Hey! Shit!!" she shouted. With her wrists still bound, she could only writhe awkwardly on the ground, trying in vain to escape the powerful shocks and vibrations. The device became still again after just a few seconds, but it was enough to rouse her to full wakefulness. Only then did she notice Roger–no, she reminded herself, his name was Justin–standing beside her laughing. "You're quite a sight, Bambi. I must say," he chuckled. "Actually, you looked kind of sweet lying there just now, so I took a couple of pics before I woke you up. I'll share them with you later." She tried to pull herself to a sitting position, glaring at him the whole time. "You bastard!" she screamed. "You left me out here all night! How could you do that?" "Oh, it wasn't hard, really. Fact is, I never even tried to follow you. As soon as you were out of sight, I headed home and got some sleep in my nice big, warm, comfortable bed." He looked around, grinning. "You got pretty far along, really. Farther than I thought you would. Good thing that little vibrator also transmits a directional signal or it might have taken me quite a while to find you. Here let me help you get up." She was furious to find out that he'd left her in the woods on purpose, but she stifled the urge to yell at him. Instead, she let him pull her to her feet, and he began dusting her off. Looking down at herself, she saw that she was covered in dirt and mud, with scratches and bruises all over. When he was done brushing away most of the loose dirt, he stooped down and finally cut away the fishing line that had hobbled her ankles since they left her apartment. Then he stood and began to untie the rope at her wrists.
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"I see you tried to cut yourself free. Well, you get an 'A' for effort, but this is special rope, my dear. Has a metallic cable filament. You probably could have worn through it eventually, but it would have taken hours." She felt the cord fall away at last, and pulled her hands immediately in front to rub her tender, raw skin. "Just as well you didn't," he continued, "because you would have tried to climb the fence with your hands free, right?" She turned to him and nodded. "But look here," he said, pointing to the top of the fence. "Did you notice the razor wire? No, I didn't think so. Not in the darkness last night. If you'd attempted to climb this fence, you could've given yourself a pretty nasty cut. But besides that, the top is electrified. Delivers a nasty jolt, like a stun gun. I would have found you unconscious one way or the other." Besides waking her, the burst of the vibrator had also made her acutely aware of how long it had been since she'd emptied her bladder. As she listened, her need to pee asserted itself, becoming almost overwhelming. Ignoring all her other questions and complaints, she asked, "Please, I have to go. I mean right now!" "Sure," he said. "And because I'm in a good mood, I'll even let you have some privacy." He motioned with his head. "That looks like a suitable bush right there. Go ahead. I won't peek." He grinned as she turned and headed toward the bush. He called out after her, "You'll find a string down there to pull out that vibrator." She hurried behind the bush, pushed her panties down, and located the string. After yanking the evil contraption out and tossing it aside, she squatted and finally relieved herself. When she was finished, she stood and looked over at Justin waiting for her. True to his word, he wasn't watching. In fact, he was acting quite the gentleman. It surprised her. She'd assumed he would saunter over to humiliate her in some way. Maybe he's not such a bad guy after all, she thought. As she stepped from behind the bush, she opened her mouth to thank him. But just as she did, she stopped herself. Wait a minute, she thought. He's the reason I'm out here pissing in the woods in the first
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place. The events of the last day rushed through her mind. Abruptly, her chest tightened with the accumulated anger and humiliation of what he'd put her through. She felt almost nauseous from the intensity of the feeling. Seeing him stand there, smug and confident, her anger built to a sudden blind rage. She charged right at him, with fists flying, screeching obscenities. A part of her mind watched the next few seconds as though viewing a movie. She saw herself dashing ahead, intent on beating her captor to a pulp and then trampling him to his last breath. She heard the growling, animal-like noises she made as she charged. She saw him turn quickly but calmly. The look on his face was not one of surprise as it should have been. He seemed almost amused, which only fueled her rage more. As soon as she was within reach, she began to flail at him. She could feel her fists thumping against his body. Yet as she continued her attack, she realized that she wasn't having any effect. He blocked each of her blows, fending her off, seemingly without a thought. Suddenly he was on the offensive. "Wanna play rough, do you?" he taunted. With palms open, he jabbed at her, making repeated contact with her chest and face. She defended herself the best she could. Flinching, she backed away, begging him to stop. Her cries became a gasp of surprise as he suddenly caught her wrists in his strong hands. His grip was sure and vise-like. He twisted her arms and spun her around. She found herself looking back the way she came, her arms pinned painfully behind her. "Bambi, dear, that was very stupid. Very, very stupid. You disappoint me. I thought you were smarter than that." Even though he spoke in mild tones, he continued to twist her arms forcefully. The way he held her was excruciating. Her gasps became groans of pain. "Ow! Please! You're hurting me!" She felt his grip loosen, but the metallic clink of handcuffs was the only response to her plea. Once again, her wrists were trapped uselessly behind her. She tugged at the unyielding steel, as he turned her to face him again. "Like I said... Very stupid. You may not believe this, but I really don't like losing my temper. Last night, I was tired and did lose it for
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a moment, and it wasn't very pleasant, was it?" He paused and she shook her head. "Was it?!" "No! No, sir." "That's better." He looked around again, stroking his chin. "I was going to take you home right away, but it's such a nice day, why waste it?" She saw that he had a gym bag with him. He stooped to open it up and pulled out a length of rope. Without another word, he flung it over a thick branch of a nearby tree, so the two ends dangled between them. He tied one end to her cuffed wrists and pulled on the free end until she was doubled over, forcing her arms into an unnatural right angle to her back. The strain on her shoulders hurt, but she tried to hold back her protests. She knew he was already angered by her attack, and didn't want to make his mood any worse. She watched as he tied off the rope and sat on the ground not far away. He leaned back against a tree, smiled, and just watched her. She looked back at him quizzically. What was he doing, she wondered? Was he just going to sit there and stare at her? Did he expect her to do something? "It is a nice day, isn't it, Bambi?" he said at last. "Um, yes. Yes, sir, it is." Not that it mattered much to a bound girl. "You look so sweet like that. So helpless and sweet." From his look, she could tell he expected a reply. "Th- thank you, sir." "It's interesting how such a simple little arrangement can make a girl so completely helpless, isn't it?" She didn't like the direction the conversation was taking. "Yes, sir. It is interesting." He stood and walked over to a nearby shrub. Using a pocket knife, he cut off one of the slender branches of the bush, and trimmed away all the leaves. He held the stick by the thick end and began swishing it through the air. He whipped it with greater force, until it made a noticeable whistling sound.
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He stopped and smiled at Bambi. "Do you know what this is, Bambi?" "N- no, sir." "It's called a switch. In the old days, teachers would make naughty students go and cut off their own switch for a whipping." He chuckled. "You've been naughty too, Bambi. I think I should use this on you right now, don't you? While you're bent over so nicely." He was nuts if he thought she'd say yes. Her first impulse was to shout a loud, clear, unequivocal, no! But something held her back. He's testing me, she thought. He wants me to dig myself deeper into trouble, but I won't. Summoning as much self control as she could, she said what she thought he wanted to hear. "Sir, I know I was very naughty just now. And- And I agree I should be pun-" She choked briefly on the word. "I should be punished for it. But-" Grinning broadly, he interrupted her. "Very nice answer. There may be hope for you after all." He stepped toward her. She tensed, waiting for the flogging she'd just invited upon herself. "Turn around, Bambi, so I have clear access to that succulent behind of yours." Turning was easier said than done. She was still wearing her heels from work the day before, and her awkward posture didn't help. She was already sobbing, as well. As she turned, a tear fell to the ground. She waited, sucking in her lips, hoping to deny him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. From her position, she couldn't see him behind her, but he seemed to be waiting for something. Please, she thought. Just do it. "Excellent! That's just what I wanted to hear." "Huh?" she cried in disbelief. Had she said that out loud? She didn't have time to wonder, though, as the switch immediately whooshed and whistled again, landing with incredible force right across the middle of her out-thrust ass. He hadn't taken off her skirt or panties, so the material softened the blow, yet it still stung more than she imagined. Despite her best
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efforts, a burst of air escaped her lips, carrying with it a loud gasp of pain. More tears began to flow as she waited for the next blow. She waited and waited. But instead of more stinging strokes, she felt the rope holding her arms begin to loosen. The tension on her shoulders quickly eased and she could stand straight again. More puzzled than before, she turned and looked at Justin, as he coiled the length of rope. "Is that all?" she asked. Even as the words came from her mouth, she couldn't believe she was saying them. Again, he chuckled. "Yes, my dear. That's all. For now." "Thank you." Again, the words seemed to come forth without any thought on her part. He paused and studied her. "What are you thanking me for?" "I- I don't know." She tried to think. "I guess for the merciful punishment. I know you could have done much more to me. I was totally helpless. Just like you said. And I was so afraid." He nodded. "Very true. In fact, I should have given you a much worse punishment. You certainly earned it. But this time I wanted you to see that I don't simply lash out blindly. You are mine now, Bambi. You belong to me. I can do anything I want with you. But I want you to know that when I discipline you, it will not be needlessly vicious." "I- I think I understand, sir. And I'm sorry for attacking you. I really am." "Good. Now, I believe you left something of mine by that bush. Go get it." "Yes, sir." She turned and walked back to where she had tossed the vibrator. When she came to it, she realized picking it up would be trickier than she thought with her wrists cuffed behind her. She looked at Justin. "How am I supposed to pick it up?" "That's your problem, my dear. You're the one who threw it there." "But I didn't know-" She stopped herself, realizing it wouldn't do any good to complain. Instead, she focused on the objective, and carefully lowered herself to her knees. By pulling her tethered wrists as far to one side as she could, she was able see more or less what she
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was doing. She crouched to the ground and managed to grab the device on the second try. Standing up wasn't any easier, but she finally found her footing after much twisting and turning. She went up to Justin, and offered the vibrator, which he took and shoved in the gym bag. "Good girl," he said. He still held the rope he'd used to tie her to the branch. Now he took the rope and looped it around and around her waist, then pulled it between her legs. She grunted as he tugged at it, wedging it deep between her ass cheeks, then equally deep between her pussy lips, taking her panties along with it into the crevices. Before he tied it off, he added a knot along the length, just where the rope pressed against her clit. He still hadn't removed her skirt, and, looking down, she saw how the rope bunched it up, leaving her with untidy clumps of material in front and back. She looked at him questioningly, chewing on her lip. He simply grinned and tied another rope to the crotch-rope in front. "I was going to give you a ride to the house," he said. "It's about a mile and half, but... well, this can be the rest of your punishment for that little outburst." He turned and headed toward the path, using the rope as a leash to lead her along by the crotch. "But I thought you said I was a good girl now!" Her words faded, ignored, as Justin trudged along. Bambi followed along as best she could. With heels on, walking through the woods in the daylight wasn't much easier than it had been the previous night in the dark. She couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't possibly intend to make her walk over a mile like she was, could he? "Hey!" she called to him. "I mean, Justin. Sir!" He said nothing, but gave an added yank on her crotch-leash. "Ow! Come on. You can't be serious." Despite her protests, they hadn't gone far before the constant rubbing of the rope, and the strategically placed knot, produced an effect she knew only too well from previous bondage play. She was wet and getting wetter with every step. Walking over a mile this way would be torture in more ways than one.
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Justin continued to ignore her, leading her on until they came to the path she had followed as far as the gate the night before. Waiting there was his car. She wondered how he would get the car home if he intended to make her walk behind him the whole way. Her answer came much too soon, as he casually began tying the free end of her crotch-leash to the bumper of the car. With the leash secured, he turned and said simply, "Try to keep up." Then he got in and started the engine.
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CHAPTER 8 Bambi takes another hike Bambi stared in horror as Justin started the engine. The backup lights flashed as he shifted the car from Park into Drive. She couldn't believe he would actually tow her like this. The brake lights went out. This was it! She shook her head in one final plea, and braced herself. The engine roared to life. In that instant, as the sound reached her ears, she was convinced she was about to die, and she screamed like she'd never screamed before. It took several seconds before she realized the car hadn't moved. She didn't remember closing her eyes, but discovered she had to will them open to see what was happening. When she looked up, the brake lights were on again. The backup lights flashed once more as her captor shifted the car back into Park. The door opened and Justin stumbled out as if he were drunk. In fact, he was laughing. He was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down his face. "Oh my god, Bambi," he gasped between guffaws. "I was watching you in the mirror. You should have seen your face when I gunned the motor! It was priceless! Funniest thing I ever saw. I wish I had a camera just then." Tears were also streaming down Bambi's face, but they were tears of lingering terror, anger, and... relief that he hadn't really started the car as fast as she thought he was. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath from her moment of panic. She huffed at him, silently moving her lips in curses that she couldn't find the words for. She hissed and spat at him like a cornered cat. He started to walk toward her. "I gather you don't see the humor in the situation." She continued to seethe. "You weren't in any danger, you know. I was in Neutral." He was still chuckling by the time he stood in front of her. He reached out and cradled her head in his hands. His expression became serious.
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"Hey, come on," he said. "Calm down. Think about it. I went to all this trouble to get you here. I'm not going to do anything to really hurt you. Honest." Her breathing was gradually returning to normal. "I thought I was going to die," she sobbed. "Well, you're not. Believe me. I've got plans for you, my dear. Lots of plans." His eyes narrowed, but a hint of a smile returned to his lips. "Of course, you may soon wish you were dead..." "I wish you were dead!" she snorted. He smiled broadly at her retort. "Still got plenty of fight left, I see. Good. Let's see how you feel after your little hike. I'm going back to the car now, and this time I'm really going to start moving." He turned and did as he said. Bambi tugged at the handcuffs with all her might. She knew it was useless, but she felt she shouldn't just stand there, waiting to be led off like an animal. Once more the brake lights went on and the backup lights flashed as Justin shifted the car into Drive. This time, though, there was no sudden roar of the engine. In fact, there was hardly any change at all in the sound of the idling engine. Instead, as the brake lights faded, the car crept forward. Bambi watched as the slack in the rope lashing her to the bumper was taken up all too quickly. She roused herself and began to walk in time to leave some of the slack there. She didn't want to be at the end of a taut leash with no room to shift or maneuver if she had to. As she walked along, she had to admit to herself that Justin was controlling the car well. The brake lights came on again and stayed, suggesting that he was holding it back from even going at idling speed. The pace actually proved to be quite leisurely. Other than the fact that her wrists were cuffed behind her and the constant pressure of the rope between her legs, she could almost imagine it was a pleasant stroll through the woods. After a few minutes, she decided the hardest part of the forced march was her high heels. They weren't made for walking on dirt roads through forests. Besides the usual wear and tear of walking in
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such shoes, she also had to cope with the uneven surface. A whole mile or more of this would be pure torture for her feet. She tried to endure it as long as she could, but eventually found herself calling out, trying to get Justin's attention. Maybe if she asked nicely, he'd let her finish in her bare feet. The dirt and rocks would be rough, but she was sure it would be better than trying to go the whole distance in her heels. "Justin! Sir!" The car kept going. "Please! I have to take a break. You said you didn't want to really hurt me. Remember?" Her heart leapt with hope as the car stopped. Justin got out and approached her again. "We've only gone about a quarter mile," he said, obviously annoyed. "What's the problem?" "It's my feet. I don't think I can walk the whole way in heels. May I please go barefoot the rest of the way? Please? Sir?" He studied her, a skeptical expression on his face. "Don't you wear shoes like that to work?" "Yes, sometimes, but I'm not on my feet the whole time. And even then I'm not trying to walk on a dirt road full of pits and loose stones and all. Honest, my feet will be a mess if you make me go the whole way like this." He thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "You could be right. But I'm not doing this as a favor to you. In fact, there's gonna be a price." 'A price?' she thought. 'What kind of price?' She didn't ask the question aloud for fear that he'd change his mind. It wasn't as if she was in a position to negotiate anything anyway. With relief, she watched him stoop down and unbuckle the ankle straps of her shoes. He let her slip the shoes off, then picked them up and stood. "Now for the price. Don't go away," he chuckled. He strolled back to the car and tossed the shoes in the back. He leaned in and headed back to her clutching a thick coil of rope. 'Now what?' she wondered. Without another word, he walked behind her and pulled back roughly on her arms. She groaned and winced as he looped the rope
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around her elbows and pulled it tight. He cinched the rope so tight that her elbows touched behind her. The strain on her shoulders was unbearable. "Justin, sir, I-" "You what? Don't like that? Too bad, darlin', cuz there won't be any talking yourself out of it. The elbows stay tied the rest of the way." She sighed heavily. She knew she was flexible enough to remain bound this way for quite some time. After all, he'd kept her strictly bound for hours in her apartment. With an enormous effort of will, she kept all the remarks she wanted to say to herself. He stood in front of her again, lightly stroking her tear-stained cheek. His eyes roamed downward from her face. With her elbows pulled behind her, she knew her breasts jutted out prominently, invitingly. Very soon, his hand followed his eyes on their southward course. His other hand joined the first, as he cupped and squeezed her soft, yielding mounds. Then, one by one, he began to undo the buttons on her blouse. She tried to control her reaction, but she could feel the flush of arousal flood her cheeks. "You like that, don't you?" he said. "No," she lied. "I hate it. I hate you." "You're so naughty, lying to me like that. Have you forgotten how we used to chat? I know you, Bambi, and I know what excites you." "Please. Don't." He shook his head in reply as he pulled her bra cups down to reveal her already hardened beads. He leaned down and took the left nipple into his mouth. Again, she tried to control herself, but couldn't stop the low moan that arose from deep inside. He licked her nipple, sucked and nibbled on it. She found herself rocking her hips against the stimulation of the crotch-rope. Suddenly, he pulled away, reached in his pocket and held up a pair of tweezer-like nipple clamps. She tried to back away, but the crotchleash stopped her. "No," she begged as he slipped one of the plastictipped tweezers over the nipple he'd just sucked to attention. He
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adjusted the tightening collar about half way, then repeated the process with her right nipple. He stepped back and regarded her. She felt her chest swell with the deep breath of sexual excitement she wished she didn't feel. The clamps were snug, but not too tight. Like the elbow binding, she knew she'd be able to endure them for an extended time with no lasting negative effect. He turned without another word, got back in the car and continued her slow march toward whatever fate awaited her.
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CHAPTER 9 The end of the trail Despite the occasional sharp stone, walking barefoot was definitely easier for Bambi than it had been in her high heels. The problem now was her heightened state of arousal caused by the combination of nipple clamps, elbow tie, and crotch rope. She remembered once telling "Roger" during one of their online chats, about one of her fantasies. It involved being bound in public, but not in a surreptitious way like when he had led her from the apartment to his car. She had revealed to him her recurring fantasy of being led openly through the streets as a bound slavegirl on the way to the auction block. The forced march through the woods wasn't quite the same thing, but it was having a similar effect on her. She glanced from side to side and noticed squirrels, chipmunks and woodchucks stop and watch the strange procession through their forest. In place of their uncomprehending animal eyes, she imagined the casual, uncaring look of strangers on the street, gawking at her helplessness. She briefly wondered if Justin had planned it this way, but in the end, it didn't matter. Her body responded to the imaginary public march as if it were the real thing. She felt her juices flowing freely, oozing, spreading between her legs. If only she could touch herself! As she walked along, rocking her hips and flexing her fingers, she found that she could slip her fingers under the crotch-rope behind her. She didn't have much leverage, but she was able to move the rope slightly and pull on it, changing the way it pressed upon her swollen sensitive nub. Soon she also discovered that if she quickened her pace she could get enough slack in the crotch-leash to let her pause for brief moments and devote her full attention on stimulating herself. She knew it must look ridiculous, but it felt so good, and who was around to see anyway? After several cycles of hurrying and pausing, the car came to a stop and Justin emerged carrying a small bag. He approached her with a
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strange look on his face, an amused, knowing, smug. "Do you realize how much you've been moaning back here?" he said. Bambi shook her head. She felt breathless, unable to talk. He circled her, letting his hand rest on hers, the one with the fingers still wedged beneath the crotch-rope. "Looks like you've been having yourself quite a time back here." He was laughing now. "And you thought it was going to be such torture." "It is," she managed to gasp at last. "Yes," he agreed, "but not the kind you expected." She had been so close to the edge of ecstasy for so long, she was beyond caring about anything but getting the final push over the brink. "Please, sir," she whispered. "Touch me." Justin laughed even more at that. "What a horny little slut you are. Even hornier than I imagined." "Yes, sir. I am. Please touch me." "No. I don't think so." "Ohhh..." She sighed in frustration. "In fact, the reason I came back here was to put a stop to all the moaning. The noise interferes with my driving. Do you have any idea how hard it is to drive so slow?" As he spoke, he retrieved something from the bag. She recognized it at once, though she had never seen one up close. The bright red ball, and complex system of straps could only be a harness ball-gag. Among her own toys, she had a ball-gag, but it had just one simple strap. "Open up, Bambi," he encouraged her. "Please sir, I'll try to be more quiet." "I said open, bitch!" At his abrupt change in tone, she quickly opened her mouth wide and felt him immediately wedge the large ball behind her teeth. He guided the straps around her head, pulling them tight and buckling them in place. When he was done, he cradled her chin, making her look up at him. "God, you look so hot like that," he said in a husky whisper. He
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pulled her closer, pressing the firm bulge in his pants against her. Reaching behind her, he held her ass steady as he crushed himself even harder, grinding into her with all his might. She could feel his hardness right through the layers of clothing that separated them. "See what you do to me, you slut?" 'Yes!' she thought. 'I do.' Aloud, she murmured "Mm hm," through her gag. He leaned down and kissed her stretched lips, tracing her mouth around the ball with his own lips and tongue. She felt her knees buckle in response. His strong arms tightened their grip on her, holding her up. "Mm hm! Mm hm!" she repeated, nodding enthusiastically, trying to encourage him for more. It was crazy, but she wanted him to take her right then and there. Whatever logical thoughts remained in her mind evaporated as his lips touched hers. Nothing seemed to matter anymore–the way he'd lied to her, lured her, stalked her, kidnapped her–it all seemed to fade amid the inferno she felt building inside. As if he could read her thoughts, he began untying the crotch-rope. She felt it loosen and fall away from her body. Not all of it, though. The part that was wedged between her pussy lips had to be pried out. Then, with one quick, sure motion, he ripped her panties off and threw them to the side. His hand replaced the rope at her cunt, his fingers eagerly probing her, forcing their way deep inside her. She came almost as soon as he made contact with her clit. It felt like an explosion ripping through her from the inside out. Again, she sagged, weak from the intense spasm of pleasure. 'More,' she thought. 'Please. I want more.' But instead of giving her more, instead of taking her fully, Justin once again pulled himself away. He shook his head. "No. Not yet, darlin'. Not that I don't want to, obviously, but it's not the right time." 'Not the right time?' she thought. 'Why not? And if it's not the right time, then why remove the rope in the first place?' No sooner did she form the question in her mind, then Justin's next action answered her. He stooped down and pulled two more items
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from his bag. One was a large, realistic dildo. The other she recognized as a butt plug. He stood, grinning, and began to stroke the butt plug against her wetness. He slipped it inside her, thrusting it in and out, turning it around. After a few moments, he held it up. "See how it glistens with your own lube?" She stared at it, wide-eyed. "You know where it's going now, don't you?" She nodded nervously, as he reached around and began to press it against her puckered opening. She tried to relax, but she felt her eyes widen even more at the violation. She gasped as he inched it in relentlessly. It seemed to go on forever. She'd just seen it, and it didn't look that big, but by the time he stopped pushing on it, it felt like a huge staff. She had no time to adjust to the sensation before he started thrusting the dildo between her pussy lips. It too felt much larger than it looked. As she felt it nudging against her cervix, she suddenly realized he actually intended to make her walk the rest of the way like this. She shook her head desperately. "No!" she pleaded through her gag. "Oh, yes," he laughed. "Yes, yes, yes," he repeated as he lashed the crotch-rope back in place. This time, it not only split her and teased her, it held the latex intruders snugly in place. After checking the knot, he slipped his fingers under the rope by both plugs, and flipped switches. The plugs were vibrators as well! Finally, he picked up the rope that served as her leash and began to tie it to the crotch-rope again, but stopped in mid-knot. Puzzled, she watched as he untied the rope. He glanced at her with a truly wicked grin, then quickly tied the leash to the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Then he slowly, carefully slid the tightening collars of the clamps all the way to the ends, forcing the tiny tweezers to grip with their tightest setting. As he got back in the car, all she could do was groan and stare down at her bindings. She was breathing hard against the shock of the now-painful clamps. They hurt terribly, and she was sure her nipples would be flattened forever by the treatment. Combined with the
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sensual torment of the pulsing plugs that impaled her front and rear, she didn't think she could move at all, let alone walk another step. As she stood there, shaking her head and repeating, "No, no, no," over and over to herself, she lost track of what was going on. That is, until the leash suddenly became taut and yanked rudely against her clamped nipples. She shrieked and came to life, forcing herself to take one step and then another, trying to keep up with the car. It took a while for her to find a reasonably comfortable stride, but the insistent tugging on her arching tits kept her at it. Each movement brought with it a torrent of sensations throughout her whole body. It was like nothing she could have imagined. The intense pain mixed with the throbbing pleasure, combined with the utter helplessness of her bondage, left her aroused beyond all reason. It seemed a hundredfold more powerful than the stimulation that had caused her to beg Justin to touch her only moments ago. She lost all sense of time and distance as she tried to keep up with her slow-motion pace car. She might have walked twenty steps or twenty miles. It might have taken her five seconds or five days. There was no way to know. All she knew was that at some point her ordeal finally ended. She didn't remember the car stopping, or her body stopping behind it. She didn't remember Justin getting out and coming to her. The first and last thing she would later recall from that part of her torturous march, was her captor removing the nipple clamps. The sudden rush of blood and feeling back into her sensitive nipples was too much, and she fainted into Justin's waiting arms.
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CHAPTER 10 Bambi enjoys her new home Justin caught Bambi's suddenly limp body and lowered her gently to the ground. Her fainting caught him off guard. He didn't expect such a reaction. Briefly he wondered if he'd pushed his captive too hard, but even as he considered the possibility she began to moan softly. Quickly reaching a decision, he dashed over to the car and got out his bottle of chloroform and a cloth. When he returned to his captive, her eyelids were just beginning to flutter. He poured some of the liquid into the cloth and held it to her face. In her barely conscious state, the chemical worked quickly. In seconds, she was out cold. "Good," he said aloud. "This'll make it easier to get you situated inside." He hefted her up and over his shoulder, then stood and headed for the house. *** Bambi sighed and tried to rouse herself. Her mind seemed sluggish and foggy. Slowly, she forced herself to think. She remembered feeling lightheaded when they had reached the house and Justin removed the clamps, so lightheaded that she couldn't stand on her own feet. She remembered him helping her down to the ground. Then, just as she'd begun to open her eyes, she'd felt the cloth across her face, the awful, sweet odor, and the overpowering drift back into blackness. Now, as she returned to awareness, she opened her eyes, but everything still seemed a blur at first. Blinking the surroundings into focus, she realized she was not outside anymore. Justin must have moved her. She was in a room lying on the floor, on her back. There seemed to be a pad beneath her, like the type used by gymnasts to cushion falls. The room was small and sparsely furnished. She didn't feel like trying to stand yet, but glanced about as much as she could with small head movements. She could see a chair, a simple bed, and a chest of
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drawers. Thankfully, she noted that her captor was nowhere to be seen. She tried moving a bit more and was surprised to find that she could. All her limbs were free of ropes and other restraints. After her long ordeal in cuffs and cords, it felt strange to be able to just move her hands at will. But her relief at being unfettered turned to embarrassment when she realized she was completely naked. She shuddered as she envisioned Justin removing the clothing from her unconscious body. Even though he wasn't around, she felt the need to cover up. Perhaps her clothes were in the chest. She started to stand, but as she rose, her head was wrenched back toward the floor. It was only then that she felt the collar. Her hands darted to her throat and began tugging at the band of leather. She groped for the buckle only to find that the collar was locked on. Cursing, she glanced down and saw that a chain connected the collar to an eyebolt attached to the floor. The chain was only about a foot long, eighteen inches at most. Gathering her wits, she tried to make sense of her situation. Her captor had brought her into his house, stripped her naked and chained her to the floor. Yet there was barely enough slack in the chain for her to get on her hands and knees let alone stand up. Her range of movement was practically zero. Why did he leave her like this? She brooded over her predicament for a few minutes, when she heard a door open and looked up. There he was, grinning down at her. She turned away from him and pulled her legs under her, trying to curl into a ball. She heard his footsteps as he approached her and hoped that all he could see was her back. "So," he said, "how does my little slavegirl like her new home so far?" "I'm not your slavegirl!" From her balled up position, she couldn't look up. It felt degrading talking down to the floor. "Oh really? But you're groveling at my feet like a slavegirl."
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"I'm not groveling, damn it! You know perfectly well how you've got me chained to the floor here." She tried to sound more confident than she felt. "Yes," he agreed. "Yes, I do know. It's for a reason, you know." "Let me go!" she complained, ignoring his response. "This is inhuman! You wouldn't even chain a dog like this!" "No," he chuckled. "You're quite right, I wouldn't. But, you see, a dog would know its place. You, on the other hand, must learn it. Or relearn it, to be more precise." "What are you talking about? Are you trying to say that my place is groveling at your feet? Is that what you're saying? 'Cause if that's what you're saying, you're nuts. In fact, you're more than nuts. You're certifiable. You're a total nut-case, looney, motherfucking bastard sonuvabitch is what you are!" He didn't answer right away, and curiosity drove her to sneak a peek to see what he was up to. From her awkward vantage point, she just managed to catch him as he tapped something onto a Palm Pilot that he had with him. She turned away as he looked back down at her. She didn't want to see the smug look in his eyes. "You've really got quite a scorecard, my dear. Keep it up." "Keep what up?" she shouted. "What are you doing? What are you talking about?" "You might start to make it up, if you accept your place as my slave." "Make what up? And I'm not you're goddamned slave!" Again, he was silent for a few seconds, and this time she could hear him tapping on the handheld. He sighed heavily. "All right," he said at last. "If you're going to play dumb, I guess I'll spell it out for you. First of all, you are in fact, quite definitely, my slave. You're a slave by your nature, and you're mine because I had the good sense to hunt you down and snatch you." She seethed at his words, but held her tongue. He waited, then added, "Do you accept this?" "No!" she snapped.
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"Have you forgotten our little chats? The games we played online?" "Of course I remember. But that was just pretend. Just a fantasy." "It was a fantasy that turned you on. It excited and aroused you." "Yes, I know. Fine. It did. So what?" "Remember how we would fantasize together? I was the kidnapper, and you were the unwilling captive, bound, gagged, and used for my pleasure. Remember?" "Yes! I already admitted it. I liked the fantasy." "And the more vivid the fantasy, the more you liked it." "Well..." she hesitated. "I guess so. I mean, no, I... Maybe." "And what could be more vivid than reality itself? Don't you see, Bambi? This is your fantasy. It's your fantasy come true. You've been a slave all along in that fantasy-world. If you weren't, it wouldn't have excited you so much. And now you get to be one for real." "No..." "It's true. You just have to accept it." "No, please..." "Yes!" "I..." Her voice faded. She was at a loss for words, confused and frightened. He was right about her reactions to those fantasies. What if he was right about everything else? But he couldn't be. This is the modern world, she told herself, the 21st century, not some Neanderthal civilization where courtship was a club over the head. "Say it, Bambi," he said. "Admit you're a slave." She hesitated. Perhaps she should just say what he wanted to hear. Go along with him until she could escape. "Incidentally," he added, "you'll remain chained like that, like a groveling slavegirl, until I'm convinced that you've accepted your position." "Okay," she said, suddenly motivated to agree with him, "I'm a slavegirl." "Oh no," he laughed. "That wasn't the least bit convincing. You'll have to do much better than that, my dear."
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"No, really," she said desperately. "I admit it. You're right. I'm a slavegirl. Look. I'm groveling at your feet." "In the meantime," he added, ignoring her, "there's the matter of punishment to be taken care of. I've been keeping track of your transgressions, and you're due for a rather nasty time of it, I must say." "No!" she pleaded. "Please. I'll be good. I promise. I'm sorry if I was bad." "Not as sorry as you're gonna be." She continued to plead with him, but he was no longer standing in front of her. She tried to maneuver herself to see what he was doing, but with her head held so close to the floor, she could barely see above his knees. He walked over to the chest of drawers and turned toward her again. She could see strands of rope dangling from his hands as he advanced toward her. Her heart raced as she tried to pull away from him, but there was nowhere to go, no place to hide. Her naked body was just out there, prostrate on the floor, available for whatever he chose to do with her, and there was nothing she could do about it except beg for mercy. "Please!" she continued to cry even as he grabbed her arms and wrenched them brutally behind her. As he did, her face was forced down against the floor mat. The cord bit into her wrists, then her elbows. The knots cinched tight, out of the reach of her flexing, groping fingers. She waited, sniffling in fear, as he attached another rope to her wrists. She felt her arms pulled upward. He continued pulling until the floor chain prevented any further movement. She was left in a half-kneeling posture, head down, arms angled sharply toward the ceiling. She gasped in pain and shock as she tried to adjust to her awkward position. This was even worse than the way he'd tied her the day before in the woods. She sobbed in shame as she felt his fingers probing the telltale moisture between her thighs. Silently she cursed her own body. "See?" he said, jovially. "See what a little bondage slut you are?"
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His hands slipped from her wet crevice and began fondling her round ass cheeks, which stuck out prominently, and, she was certain, invitingly. She sensed him stand. She could feel his eyes taking in the sight of her helpless body. "Is there anything you'd like to say before we begin?" he asked. Her mouth and throat felt so dry, in sharp contrast to the dampness she knew seeped from her cunt. "I..." she began in a shaky, cracking whisper. "I'm a slavegirl." He laughed. "That was better, Bambi. I could almost believe you that time. But it's not enough to escape your punishment, dear." After he spoke, there was a moment of stillness. The only sound was the tremolo of Bambi's raspy breathing. "I don't really need this belt to hold up these pants," he said at last. She heard the faint but unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled, and the swoosh as it was pulled through the loops. Then she heard the crack of leather snapped against leather, followed quickly by the whistle of a strap through the air.
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CHAPTER 11 Thoroughly flailed In the moments that followed, a torrent of sensations flooded Bambi's awareness, yet somehow she seemed to experience each as a discreet event. First there was the sound of the stroke. The snap of belt leather against her naked skin was louder and sharper than she would have expected, not that she'd ever given the subject much thought. Incredibly, it sounded almost the same as the sample snaps of leather against leather that Justin had taunted her with just before letting loose. If she'd had time to think about it, she may have wondered how much force it took to create such a sound on her soft flesh. But in fact, she had no time to wonder. Unlike lightning that comes before thunder, the stroke's white hot bolt of pain arrived a split second after the sound it created. And when the sting did register on her brain it completely enveloped her consciousness. Just a few seconds before she'd ached from the contortion of her arms pulled up behind her, and had raged at the shame of her humiliating predicament. Now there was only the narrow strip of searing flesh across her ass. Bambi felt her eyes widen. A spot on the opposite wall sprang into sharp focus. She opened her mouth. "Ow!" she cried, even as the next stroke landed just below the still-smoldering track of the first. "Ouch!" she yelled again, this time, a heartbeat after the third stroke. Amazingly, Justin was landing his blows so fast that her reaction to individual strokes overlapped more and more with each successive one. The discreet sensations of the first few strokes became fuzzy. The separate stings began to meld into a single overpowering, and quite literal, pain in the ass. Within the confines of her awkward restraint, she tried to shift and dodge the blows, but only managed to rotate her body around her pinioned arms and neck. And no matter how she moved, the belt never faltered in finding its mark.
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She became mad from the continually building pain. Each time she thought it couldn't get worse, it did anyway. Her tears fell freely, forming a small pool on the floor. Mixed with her own sobs, she could hear Justin panting and gasping with the effort of the intense flailing he was visiting upon her helpless body. She knew he couldn't keep up such a fevered pace forever, but there seemed to be no end in sight. Finally, she could bear it no more. Out of desperation and instinct, she cried out, "Mercy please, Master!" Immediately, the whipping stopped. After the loud, rapid snaps of the belt, the room seemed eerily quiet. The silence was punctuated by Justin gasping for air, and Bambi choking back sobs. "You sounded pretty sincere that time," said Justin between huffs. "I was, Master. Really. I'm a slavegirl. Just like you said. I know I am. I believe it. I really, really do." "Okay, okay, I believe you. But you're punishment isn't done yet today." "Oh! Please don't beat me anymore! My poor ass must be torn to shreds." Justin laughed. "No more beatings right now. And your ass is fine. In fact it's a lovely shade of red right now. There are a few welts, too, but nothing that won't heal quickly." She flushed at the sudden thought of how she must look with her ass so thoroughly reddened. It sent a strangely pleasurable shudder down her body. As it subsided, she thought she could feel light touches on the tender skin. She twisted her head as best she could and saw that Justin had stooped down and was gently fondling her welldisplayed globes. "Oh," she sighed. "Seems you've become a bit aroused, my dear," said Justin, as he slipped a finger between her legs. "Oh!" she gasped loudly. "Yes," he chuckled. "Quite aroused, in fact. I wonder if this slavegirl needs a good fucking. Right here and now."
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Oh, yes, she thought. "No," she said weakly. "No?" taunted Justin, pulling his hand away. "I mean, yes. Yes, Master. This slavegirl needs to be fucked." The ache in her arms had returned, but it paled before the ache in her cunt. She felt Justin moving behind her, positioning himself. Lowering her head, she peered between her legs. He had removed his pants and knelt directly behind her. She couldn't see his cock, but with her head upside down, his balls appeared to hang upward. The effect was almost comical. She began to smile at the sight when she felt the tip of his cock nudging against her labia. It made no sense how much she wanted to be fucked now, and by the very man who had just beaten her in a blinding frenzy, yet! It made no sense, but it made perfect sense. It was almost as if he'd tenderized her before devouring her. Holding her breath, she waited for him to plunge into her. She waited some more. She shimmied herself backward, trying to impale herself on him. He moved back, keeping himself just on the threshold. "Hey!" she complained. Then, realizing her mistake, added, "I mean, please Master. Please fuck me." But instead of thrusting himself deep inside her, he pulled further back and stood. "No, not yet," he said, as he stood and stepped in front of her. "Like I said, your punishment's not done yet. But if you look up, you'll see what you're missing." Bambi groaned in frustration. She couldn't believe he would do this to her. Or to himself, for that matter. She had sensed how rigid he was. Surely it would also frustrate him to stop now. Nevertheless, she looked up as he told her to. He stood there, naked from the waist down, cradling his hard shaft with his right hand. His cock seemed to throb and pulse with his arousal. She licked her lips. Maybe he would use her mouth, she hoped. She wanted to feel that erection inside her somewhere, anywhere. It didn't matter. But he didn't come any closer to her. Instead, he began to run his hand along his length. He squeezed and massaged himself, with
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gradually quickening strokes. The cock head took on a deep reddish purple tone. Soon, his hand was a blur, as he pumped himself vigorously, almost viciously. Suddenly, he grunted. His body grew rigid, then began to spasm as the creamy jism erupted just in front of her. Again she groaned as she watched him ejaculate and slowly subside. "Ah, that felt good," he laughed. "Remember this, Bambi. The Master comes when he wants. The slave comes only when permitted." Remember, she thought? How could she forget! Her hips were on auto-pilot, wiggling and swaying in an attempt to coax him back there again. "This time," he added, "it's part of your punishment." "I understand," she sighed. "What does a good slavegirl say when her Master punishes her?" Bambi knew what he wanted to hear. "Thank you, Master," she whispered, even though she didn't feel at all thankful. "Good girl." At least it's over, thought Bambi. I may be horny and frustrated, but at least I'll finally get out of this horrible bind. She started to relax in anticipation of being untied. Justin had gone behind her again. He stooped down and pushed her legs together. Bambi wondered what he was up to, but assumed he didn't want her to fall on her face when he freed her arms. He began wrapping rope around her ankles, looping it several times before guiding it between her legs to cinch it and tie it off. He repeated the process twice, binding her legs above the knees and at mid thigh. "What are you doing?" she asked. His reply was to take a ball-gag and shove it in her mouth. "Hey!" she complained, as he buckled the strap tightly behind her head. "Slavegirls don't ask questions," he muttered. "Mmphh!"
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"If you thought you were getting out of this already, you were wrong, my dear. I have a few things to do around the house, and this is where you'll stay while I do them." "Mmmphh!" "Oh, yes, almost forgot..." He reached under her and guided a thick rubber vibrator between her tightly bound legs. It was surprising easy to do, as she was still slick and wet. He flicked the switch to the low setting and headed for the door. Before he left, he adjusted the rope holding her arms to make it even tighter. "I'll be back in a couple hours," he said as he shut the door. Bambi struggled and twisted, wailing in distress. He'd actually left her like this, she screamed to herself behind her gag. He'd left her kneeling, doubled over, frustrated and in pain! Her arms ached worse than ever. They were angled straight up toward the ceiling. Her collar was still anchored to the floor with a foot-long chain and no slack. And now her legs were bound as well, trapping the insidious vibrator right where it could tease but not satisfy. In misery, she tried to imagine how long a couple of hours like this would seem.
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CHAPTER 12 Bambi gets a treat Except for the modern furnishings, the scene looked like something out of a medieval torture chamber. The young woman knelt on the floor, her nude body doubled over, arms drawn almost vertically behind her toward the ceiling. Her legs were bound so tightly that the cords disappeared into deep grooves in her flesh. She was unsteady and wobbly on those bound knees, and her desperately grasping fingers sought in vain for the knots that sealed her fate. The vivid scarlet hue of her ass, crisscrossed by countless stripes of even brighter red, gave mute testimony of the recent visitation of leather. Every few seconds the woman would jerk her head against the chain that anchored her to the floor as if feeling the strap anew. Two sounds permeated the otherwise silent spectacle. The first was a constant buzz that emanated from between her thighs. The second was the regular, rhythmic cadence of muffled whimpers. "Mmf... mmf... mmf..." Bambi wasn't aware that she was whimpering. The only sound that concerned her was the first, the maddening buzz of the vibrator. Somehow Justin had managed to wedge the wretched contraption just right, so it tantalized and teased without satisfying. And no matter how she shifted or writhed, she could neither dislodge it, nor move it to a better position. Her head hung listlessly, her deep blue eyes strangely devoid of tears. It seemed as if she'd used them all up during the whipping. Still, she watched as another puddle formed on the mat just below her face, this one fed by a thin strand of spittle that hung from the corner of her gagged mouth. She tried to count the seconds, both to pass the time and to try to gauge how much longer she had to suffer, but it was no use. For what seemed like the hundredth time, she lost track and started over. She took a deep breath and sighed. There was no way she could possibly survive this torture.
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Bitterly, she imagined Justin returning only to find her lifeless form dangling from his rope. It would serve him right, she thought, before realizing what she was thinking. No, she corrected herself, what would really serve him right would be a taste of his own medicine. With grim determination, she forced her mind to replace the image of her own helpless body with his. But the image wasn't steady. It kept flickering, like a radio caught between two stations transmitting at the same frequency, and the one with her image had the stronger signal. As much as she wanted to visualize her tormentor being tortured himself, it simply didn't work. The thought of his strong muscular frame held captive seemed grotesque and unnatural. It repulsed her. On the other hand, her own feminine form seemed to be made for such treatment. It attracted and aroused her despite herself. She was picturing her own torment, swaying her hips, wishing for more stimulation from the vibrator, when she became aware of Justin's return. He didn't say a word. She only knew he had returned when she felt him untying the ropes that bound her legs. She could hear him breathing heavily as he loosened each rope in turn. The vibrator fell to the floor as she allowed her legs to part slightly. With a pat on her inner thighs, he let her know that she was to spread her legs more. She did so, bending her head to try to see what he was up to. The inverted view between her legs looked similar to his teasing before he left her alone. She saw him kneeling behind her with his pants removed and his cock primed for action. Oh great, she thought. He's going to tease me some more. He's going to press that hard cock against me and pull out again. How much of this will I be forced to endure? She felt him probing her with his fingers. Her cunt was slippery and wet, even more so than the first time. His eager prodding caused her to gasp and moan. Cursing behind her gag, she wished she could control her responses.
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Once more she felt the tip of his cock press against her. She tried to ready herself for the frustration she knew she'd feel when he pulled away, but even as she did, he grabbed her by the hips and plunged in. His first thrust was hard and deep. They grunted in unison, he with the effort of his thrust and she from surprise. He didn't pull back right away, but lingered, grinding himself into her even though he was already buried up to the hilt. She could feel every centimeter of his shaft within her. After the long teasing with the vibrator, it felt glorious to be so filled. She clenched her muscles to grasp him and hold onto him. His grip on her hips tightened and he began to drive himself in and out. His motion was rapid, urgent. He slammed himself against her as though he were trying to drill a hole through her. She screamed in agony and pleasure. She hated it. She loved it. She wanted him to stop. She wished he'd go on forever. He accelerated his already quick pace. He leaned forward and reached around her chest. He began slapping and fondling her breasts. Slap! Squeeze! Thrust! Grope! Pinch! Thrust! Slap! Thrust! She squealed in ecstatic anguish as he assaulted her without letup. Suddenly, he groaned and went rigid, followed almost immediately by a series of spasms. His hands left her tits, and he slipped out. "No!" she cried out in disappointment. She was so close, but again he'd left her teetering on the brink. He'd deliberately rushed his own pleasure to deprive her of any. With saliva foaming around the ballgag, she begged and pleaded for just a little more. "What's this?" she heard him ask. "You want more?" His amusement at her suffering was obvious in his voice. She nodded vigorously, saying "Yes, yes, please!" in a barelyintelligible mumble. She couldn't believe her own ears. It had finally happened. He had used her, taken her, raped her. Yet she was begging for more. "You're a slut," he said, as he unbuckled the gag strap and pried the ball loose.
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"Yes, I know I am. Please more!" she said, licking her parched lips. "Please, Master. I'm begging." "We'll see..." "Ohh," she groaned miserably. He was going to leave her again. She just knew it. He was completely heartless. "Don't leave me like this again. I can't stand- Uhn!" She was unable to finish. While she was busy complaining, he had flipped the vibrator on again, and was now working it against her engorged clit. As he did, he traced her anus with a finger, slick with her own lubricant. He played both openings like an instrument, creating a song of bliss, an anthem of rapture. She heard him say, "You may come now," and almost laughed at the redundancy. "Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes!" she screamed. With the added stimulation, she came fast and hard. She came in floods and gushes, in overlapping surges and torrents. Her mind became a blur, her words slurred and disjointed. "Y-! Oh! Uh! G-!" Finally, he stopped. She felt spent. Her lips quivered and teeth chattered from aftershocks. Vaguely, she was aware of him cutting the rope that held her arms up. She'd forgotten she even had arms. He lowered her slowly to the floor, and untied her wrists. She groaned as feeling flowed back into her limbs. It should have hurt terribly, but the ache mingled with the remnants of so many orgasms and seemed only to spark fresh mini-spasms. For several long minutes, she lay twitching and shuddering. At last, she began to gather her wits again. She looked up and saw him standing, grinning down at her. Her body felt wrung out, limp. She wondered if she'd ever be able to move again, but it didn't seem to matter. "Thank you," she said in a hoarse whisper. "Master." His grin broadened in reply. He stooped down and unlocked the chain from the floor ring. He smoothed her hair away from her face, then stood and gave the chain a gentle tug as though encouraging a puppy. "Come on," he said softly. "Time to show you your room."
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CHAPTER 13 A room without a view Bambi had to cling to Justin as she stood up. She felt weak and dizzy. He supported her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. She sighed, and held on tightly. "I- I've never felt like this before," she said. "So strange." "What do you mean?" "This is all real, isn't it? It's not just a dream?" Justin smiled. "No, Bambi, it's not a dream." "I feel kind of dreamy, though. Like all this is happening to some other girl." She winced and reached behind to touch her sore bottom. "Well," she added with a grim chuckle. "I guess maybe that part feels real enough. But I have all these other feelings, too. I mean, you've been so nasty to me. So cruel. The way you whipped me and used me just now. It was horrible and painful. And degrading. But it was also..." She paused, pulling in a deep breath and shivering. "Go on," he prompted her. "It was... wonderful too. I've never had such bone rattling orgasms before. I don't understand it. So confused." Timidly, she looked up into his eyes, searching for the answer. "Don't try to understand it," he whispered. "You can't because it really doesn't make sense. At least, not according to logic as we usually think of it. Just accept what you feel. Now, enough philosophizing. Come along to your room." "Yes, sir." She tried to sound like she meant it, but she doubted she could just accept it. After all, how could any woman just accept the fact that being bound, whipped and violated had caused her to feel the way she did? But even as she told herself she couldn't accept it, she knew that deep down, she craved the sensation and wondered when he'd use her again. She watched him snap an additional length of chain onto the short one that had tethered her to the floor, forming a more functional leash. Then, without a word, he turned her around and pulled her arms
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behind her. She felt him slip leather cuffs around her wrists and buckle them tight. She heard the snap of a padlock, and tugged at her new restraints. "Sir," she said. "You don't have to tie me up now. Really. I'm too weak to fight you even if I wanted to." Again, Justin's response was stony silence. He simply took her leash and began walking toward the door. Like an animal, she thought. He was leading her like an animal again, just like the march through the woods. She should be outraged. So why did it feel so comfortable? So natural? She remembered how she had reared against this very collar only a couple hours before, but already it felt like it belonged on her neck. It seemed silly, but the band of leather made her feel warm and cozy inside. She thought, almost wistfully, about all the trouble Justin had gone to, to track her down, all the risks he'd taken just to have the chance to buckle this collar, his collar, on her. As she walked along behind him, she noticed that the walls were decorated with framed photographs. The pictures were all black and white, and showed different girls in various restraints, mostly ropes or leather belts. The girls were posed in countless positions, with the cords or straps holding them, twisting them, contorting them, making sculptures of their bodies. Many of the girls had stripes crisscrossing their flesh. In the monochrome of the photos, such remnants of recent whippings appeared only as slightly darker shades of gray. It was easy to forget that the markings were more than artistic decorations. Bambi also noticed that, without exception, the girls in the pictures were aglow with a sheen of perspiration. In the motionless images, their skin resembled highly polished marble. They were all so beautiful. "Justin," she said, lost in her contemplations. "Who are all these girls?" He stopped and turned. His look of exasperation was so comical, she had to suppress a giggle. He seethed for a moment. She almost see him counting to ten.
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"I'm sorry, sir. I spoke without permission, didn't I?" "Yes. Do we need to go back to the playroom already?" "No! I mean, no, sir. No, Master! I- I was just admiring your photographs and forgot myself. I promise to be good." She stared down at his feet, then gradually lifted her eyes. He was still frowning. "The girls are all previous acquisitions of mine," he said. "Oh," she said, feeling more confused than ever. "May I ask where they are now?" "No, you may not! We're almost to your room now." He turned again and yanked roughly on her leash. Bambi tried to make sense of it all. He'd apparently captured dozens of other women, yet there was no sign of them here now. What could have happened to them? Justin was cruel but he didn't seem like a killer. But what other explanation was there? She shuddered at the thought that those poor girls were all in shallow graves somewhere, and that she might be joining them soon. At last, Justin opened a door and led her into a room. Bambi stood in the doorway for a second, gaping. She couldn't believe this was where she would be staying. It was one of the biggest bedrooms she'd ever seen. The brass, four-poster, king-sized bed would have overwhelmed most bedrooms, but hardly seemed noticeable here. In addition, there were several dressers, additional chairs, even a loveseat. A large picture window opened onto a view of the forest. And off to the side was a door that led to an equally impressive private bathroom. Bambi brightened immediately, forgetting her fears that Justin might be a murderer. She dashed over to the bed, her movement so sudden that the end of her leash came free from his hand. Plopping herself down, she lay back on the soft comforter and sighed happily. "Oh, Master Justin! It's beautiful! I can't believe it. I love it." Her enthusiasm was met by stony silence. She stopped luxuriating on the bed and looked up. Justin stood there, arms folded, a look of stunned incredulity on his face. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked. "This is my room. That's my bed you're squirming around on."
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Bambi sat up. Her joy turned instantly to dejection. "But I thought you said you were taking me to my room." Justin strolled deliberately to another door opposite the bathroom. He opened it. "This... is your room." "But- but that looks like a closet." The tiniest hint of a grin formed on Justin's lips. "It is." He motioned toward the closet with his head. "Now get over here." Bambi felt her face flush. How could she have been so foolish? She stood and shuffled toward her "room". For a closet, it was quite large, but it was still just a closet. Inside she found a thin mattress resting on the floor, and a small dresser along the wall. There were also several skirts, blouses, and dresses on hangers along another wall. Ominously, she noted in the corner a large cage, the type used to transport dogs or other large animals. Her heart sank. Justin must have noticed her staring at the cage. "That's for when you've been a bad girl." He paused, then added with a chuckle, "Or for when I feel like it." Bambi felt him unlock her cuffs. She stood still as he picked through the clothing hanging from the rack and laid a couple items out on the mattress. He turned and cradled her chin in his hand, gently lifting her face to him. "You must be hungry. You haven't eaten for quite a while. But I want you to dress for dinner. You'll find underwear in the dresser, and I've selected something for you to wear. Join me in the dining room when you're ready." "May I take a shower, sir?" "No. You'll have a chance for that later. Just wash up quickly." "All right," she agreed. He started toward the door. "Master Justin," she called. "May I ask another question?" "Go ahead." "Will I always have to sleep in here?" He smiled. "Maybe not. We'll see." Then he was gone. ***
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When Justin got to the kitchen he immediately grabbed the phone and punched in a number. As he waited for the call to go through, he took a couple frozen dinners out of the freezer and shoved one into the microwave. "Yes?" said a male voice on the other end. "I have the merchandise," said Justin. "Good. Good. When can I see it?" "Two days." "So soon? You're sure it'll be... prepared by then?" "No problem. Believe me, this is one very hot item. Very responsive." "Great. How's 1:30?" "That's fine. See ya then." Justin hung up the phone, and slipped the other dinner into the microwave to heat up.
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CHAPTER 14 Silk and leather As soon as Justin left her alone, Bambi went into the bathroom and peered into the mirror. She almost jumped back at the sight. Her face was puffy and tear-stained, with dark circles under her eyes. And her hair... her hair looked like a fright wig. If only she could take a shower or, better yet, a nice leisurely bath. Maybe Justin would let her take a bath instead of the shower he'd promised later. But for now, all she could do was wash her face and try to get a brush through her hair. Going back to the closet, she opened one of the drawers in the small dresser and smiled. There she found dozens of matching panties and bras. She recalled once telling "Roger" how she preferred her underwear to match, and couldn't help feeling touched that he'd obviously taken her preferences into account in stocking her "room." She selected a pair of peach-colored panties and the matching bra. It was no surprise that they fit perfectly. Persuading her to reveal her measurements had been one of the first things "Roger" had done after they began playing online. Next she turned to the clothing he'd laid out on the mattress. The blouse was silk brocade, eggshell in color, with billowy sleeves, standup collar, jabot, and mother of pearl buttons. She sighed as the soft material caressed her skin like a lover's touch. The skirt was made of the softest, most supple leather she'd ever felt. At first she thought it was black, but on closer examination saw that it was a very deep brown. It was ankle-length, and fit so tightly that she could only take tiny, baby steps in it. Once again she smiled as she realized that in this house, even her clothing could restrain her. Finally, she looked around for shoes. Surely he would want her to have something on her feet, but if he had shoes for her, they weren't in the closet that served as her room. She stood for a moment, trying to decide if she should look around for them, or just go barefoot. "Bambi?" She heard him call to her. "Yes, sir?"
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"I forgot to tell you, there are shoes in a hanging rack on the door to my closet. They should be your size." "Okay." She opened the only other door in the room and found a closet that was bigger than the one she was supposed to sleep in. Briefly she frowned at the thought that he relegated her to the smaller closet, but decided not to think about it just then. Instead, she selected a pair of black pumps with three-inch heels, slipped them on, and headed for the hall. Walking in a leather hobble-skirt would have presented more of a problem for her just a few days before. But now she had experience, having been led along the streets of town, and then through the forest, with tethered ankles. The small steps seemed almost natural by then. When she came to the dining room, she found Justin seated at the table with a microwave dinner in front of him. Her own dinner was nowhere in sight. Justin looked up as she entered the room. His face had a hardness to it at first that quickly dissolved. He beamed brightly at her. "Wow! You look gorgeous." She couldn't help smiling in return as she felt her cheeks flush. Then she shook her head. "You probably say that to all the girls you kidnap, torture and rape. But I looked in the mirror, and I know I look awful!" He laughed. "Well, I say you look gorgeous, and around here what I say, goes." She smiled again, blushing even deeper. "Okay. Thanks. Um, is there anything for me to eat." He motioned toward the kitchen. "It's in the microwave." She didn't see why he couldn't have set hers on the table along with his own, but she shrugged and went to get her meal. As she walked to the kitchen, she could almost feel his eyes on her. She turned. He was indeed watching her, intently, boldly. The temperature of the room seemed to climb several degrees. She felt herself melt under his unflinching gaze, and had to remind herself that this man had abducted and brutalized her.
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He smiled knowingly. No doubt he could sense her discomfort. "What can I say?" he said, shrugging. "I appreciate objects of fine beauty." The room felt warmer still, but this time Bambi reminded herself of her empty stomach. She turned and quickly retrieved her meal. They ate together in silence. She had to consciously slow herself down. She hadn't realized just how hungry she was till she sat down with food in front of her. Even so, she finished before Justin. She looked over to him and wondered if she should dare ask for more. "May I ask a question, sir?" "No. There's no more for you." "What?" "If you're going to ask for more, the answer is no. In fact, what I want you to do now is stand up again. Come over here so I can take a good look at you. That's right. Turn around. Uh huh. Slowly. Mmm..." Bambi did as he said, though reluctantly. She wasn't used to displaying herself under such intense scrutiny. It felt silly at first, and embarrassing. But as she turned and listened to his murmurs of approval, she realized how aroused she was becoming from it. She was pleased that he found her so attractive. He had her turn and pose for him over and over, stopping her at different angles, telling her to hold her arms one way or another, behind her, in front, over her head. At one point, as she faced away from him, he said, "You are mine now, Bambi. You must realize that. You belong to me. Mine. I can do whatever I want with you. Do you accept that?" "I- I think so, sir." He rose and came over to her. He stood directly behind her, stroking her hair with his hand. "We're going to play a little game now, my little slut." She felt her heartbeat quicken at his touch. It seemed to skip a beat when he called her his little slut. She closed her eyes, sighing. Suddenly she was aware of the rubber ball he pressed against her lips.
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Instinctively, she opened her mouth and let him push the ball in. He buckled the strap tightly behind her. He held her wrists together and locked the cuffs that she still wore. 'Oh, yes,' she thought. 'Please make me helpless. Use me again.' Her pussy throbbed with anticipation. She gasped as he used a short leather strap to bind her elbows together. He stepped in front of her, and kissed her on the cheek, then on her stretched lips. She wanted to kiss him back, but couldn't. She pleaded with her eyes. He kissed her again, as his fingers dug gently into her breasts. She moaned, and tried to press against him. He held her away, as he began unbuttoning her blouse. She felt her chest heave with the deep breaths of her quickly building lust. She looked down, watching his fingers work the buttons, and saw how her bound elbows forced her breasts to jut out ever so prominently. A trickle of sweat meandered into the sultry valley between them. A sudden flash of metal startled her. Justin held an open switchblade against her skin. He slipped it under her bra where the cups joined in the middle and sawed at it until it snapped apart. Slipping the blade back in his pocket, he leaned down and began to lick her eager, exposed buds. She moaned again and pressed herself against his hot moist lips. He sucked and nibbled at her hungrily. His attentions inflamed her further. "Please take me," she mumbled through her gag. He pulled away, and smiled at her. "Not so fast, my pet. I said we were going to play a little game. All this was just a warm-up." "Ohh..." she groaned, disappointed. Her pussy felt so hollow and empty. She wanted him to fill her. As she tried to quell her excitement, Justin casually attached a pair of nipple clamps to her panting breasts. She stared in horror as the tiny jaws bit into her hardened rosebuds. The clamps weren't connected by a chain. Instead, a metallic disk was attached to the end of each where the chain would normally go.
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"These are magnets, Bambi," said Justin. He held two more round pieces of metal. "See?" He held the disks close to the ends of the clamps. Even without touching, they tugged at her tits. Then he released them and they seemed to leap out of his hands and onto the ends of the clips. The slight added weight pulled on her nipples, causing her to groan again. "Okay," continued Justin, grinning. "Here are the rules. There are a dozen more disk magnets hidden throughout this room, the kitchen and the living room. All you have to do is find them, and get them to attach to your clamps. Sound like fun?" No, she thought, but she nodded anyway to signal her understanding, and began to hobble off. The sooner she started, the sooner this little game would be over with. "Oh," he added. "One more thing. I'll be timing you. Until you find all the magnets there will be a penalty every 30 seconds." Bambi sighed. The three rooms were large, and in the tight hobble skirt, she'd have difficulty simply walking through them, let alone finding a bunch of small magnets. With her mouth gagged, she couldn't ask what the penalty was, but she had a feeling she'd find out soon enough.
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CHAPTER 15 Bambi plays along Almost immediately, Bambi noticed the two dark circles at the far end of the dining room table. Those must be two of the magnets, she thought. She urged her feet to move fast, but with the minuscule stride she was limited to, it seemed to take forever to make any headway. Justin followed right along with her, casually counting off the seconds. "... Eight, nine, ten..." Soon she stood in front of the magnets. All she had to do was lean over and let them attach themselves to her clamps. No, not "her clamps," she thought. They were his. His devious little torture devices intended to make her suffer as much as possible during this idiotic game he'd invented. "... Twelve, thirteen..." The actual process of leaning over was more difficult than she'd thought. There was no way to spread her legs out for balance, and her tightly bound arms were of no use. Slowly, gingerly, she began to lower her chest. The clamps swung wildly as she swayed trying to keep from pitching forward. "...Fourteen, fifteen." Whap! "Ow!" Bambi squealed into her gag. The sharp sting seared across her ass. She jerked, screaming louder as she felt herself losing her balance. Her body lurched just as the clamps neared the magnets. Both of the magnets appeared to leap off the table, and both flew up to the same clamp as it swung by. Her right breast now had three magnetic weights attached, while the left had only one. Bambi staggered, fighting to regain her balance when a strong hand grasped her shoulder, pulled her upright and steadied her. She turned and glared at Justin. He grinned back at her, flicking a thin wooden cane through the air. "Why'd you hit me?" she demanded, knowing the question emerged as inarticulate mush from her gagged lips.
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He raised his eyebrows in a look of innocence. "Did I say every 30 seconds?" he said. "I meant every 15 seconds." "What?!" This was impossible! How did he expect her to hobble all over the house with him caning her ass every 15 seconds? Plus, she wondered in agony, how much more could her poor bum take? Yet, despite the sting, the heat of the stroke spread, making her suddenly moist between her thighs. "Better get moving," he prompted her. "Time's a-wastin'. And make sure you even out those magnets. Each tittie should end up with the same number. Extra penalty if they don't." He laughed out loud at her look of anger and frustration. She hissed at him, and would have spit if she could, then turned to search the rest of the room. There didn't seem to be any more disks just lying in plain sight. Not wanting to waste too much time looking, she headed for the kitchen. There was plenty of counter space there where he could have left more of the round magnets within reach of her tortured tits. Sure enough, she saw a line of four more as soon as she stepped in. She moaned with every miniscule step. It was all too obvious to her that one of her breasts was weighted more than the other. It tugged and pulled at her constantly. Cursing herself, she felt her arousal flow all the more in response to the stimulation. She could only imagine what it would be like with the rest of the weights on. Justin continued counting. He was already to ten as she positioned her left breast above the first disk. Fortunately, the counter was higher than the table, so she didn't have to lean over as much. The magnet jumped up as her breast hovered over it. Quickly, she moved down the line and let the second magnet attach to her left clamp also. Now each breast had three weights. "... Fifteen," she heard Justin finish counting. "Ohh..." she whined, as she readied herself for another stroke of the cane. But instead of the sharp sting of the cane, she felt him take hold of her hair. He twisted and twirled it, like he was forming it into a cord, or a rope...
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A rope? Sure enough she could feel him wrapping her shoulderlength hair around a real rope. He knotted it and tested the tightness of the knot. She gasped as he pulled on the rope, forcing her head to tilt back. She found herself staring up at the ceiling, panting desperately as he tied the other end of the rope to her elbow binding. "There," he said. "That's your second penalty. Now, come on, you're not done yet." "But I can't see!" She heard the gibberish of her own garbled complaint and knew it was pointless. "... Four... five..." He was already a third of the way to the next penalty! Bending over as much as she could and using her lower peripheral vision, she managed to locate the two magnets that remained on the counter. Awkwardly, she again tried to swing her clamped breasts over the waiting disks. Clink... Clink... She felt one magnet attach to her left breast and the second attach to her right. Somehow, she'd done it. "... Nine... ten... Um," he interrupted himself, "I'll give you a hint. The rest are in the living room... Eleven... Twelve..." Bambi stood and turned toward where she thought the living room was. It was harder than she would have imagined trying to find her way while staring almost straight up. And with her arms so tightly bound and her mouth so fully gagged, even breathing became an effort. She heard Justin reach fifteen. Time for the next penalty. There was a swooshing sound, and a split second later, her pain receptors signaled her brain that the cane had landed again. This time, though, her tormenter had aimed it directly across her already aching breasts. "Oww!!" she cried. Tears flowed, ending up in her ears due to the angle of her head. "Please!" she begged. "One... two... " began Justin, with a menacing chuckle. Her eyes bleary with tears, Bambi forced herself to move. She saw the doorway pass overhead, and breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was in the living room now. But how was she supposed to find the rest of the magnets?
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She turned herself around in a circle, her eyes aimed "down" as much as she could. It was no use. She couldn't distinguish enough detail with just peripheral vision. After several wasted seconds, she realized that if she bent at the waist, her face would end up looking straight ahead. "... Fourteen... fifteen..." Justin finished counting again. "My, my, my. You didn't get much accomplished this time, did you?" "No, you sick bastard!" she howled, glad for once that her words were incomprehensible. She heard the swish of the cane again and flinched, but felt nothing. Justin laughed. "Oh, did that startle you? I was just setting it down. No cane this time." His hands were on her head again, slipping something over her forehead. Was it a blindfold?! she thought in utter panic. No. She saw stiff squares of leather, but they didn't come directly over her eyes. Instead they stuck out from either side of her face. In disgust, she realized he'd fitted her with blinders, as if she were a horse! He laughed and stepped back. They angled inward, leaving only a tiny patch of visibility open to her. "Better start looking for the rest," Justin urged her. "I can't! I can't!" she sobbed. "One... two..." She stomped her foot, and immediately regretted it as the weighted clamps swung wildly, renewing their torment of her nipples. "I can't do it," she repeated as the tears began to flow again. "... Four... five..." Gathering her wits, she sniffed away her tears, and slowly bent over as far as she could. She teetered, staring desperately at the narrow view of the room from within the blinders. Nothing but a chair and a wall. She turned, ever so slowly. A sofa came into view. Then a coffee table. Her heart leapt. There they were. The six remaining magnets were scattered at random on the coffee table. But how could she get at them there? The table was much too low for her to reach by bending or leaning. She fumed. Suddenly, she had
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an idea. If she were kneeling, she'd be at just the right height to lean over to the table. "... Eight... nine..." She headed toward the coffee table. When she felt herself bump into it, she paused, huffing for air. Every constricted movement she made was hard work. She bent her knees until she was in a fully crouched position, then carefully let herself fall onto her knees. "... Twelve... thirteen..." The disks weren't lined up neatly. She knew that much. And without a clear view of the table, she could only dangle her tits and hope for the best. Clink. She felt one attached itself to her right breast. She swung to the left to try to get another one on her left breast to keep things even. Clink. Good, she thought, even as she groaned from the tug of the additional ounces. At least there was light at the end of the tunnel. She tried to angle her head down to get a feel for where the rest of the magnets lay. "... Fifteen." She heard Justin reach the end of the next count, and her heart sank. His face appeared above her, framed within the small rectangular view of her blinders. Without another word, he began unbuckling the blinders. That's strange, she thought, he's actually going to make it easier to find the last four disks. But her relief didn't last long. With her gaze still forced upward, Bambi soon saw two circles of padded leather descending toward her. She jerked her head in panic, which only resulted it shooting pains from her bound hair, and did nothing to avoid the blindfold. He buckled the blindfold snug. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders, and squealed as he pulled her to her feet. He guided her away from the table, then turned her around again and again. Now in total darkness and completely disoriented, she despaired of ever being able to find the coffee table again, let alone the four remaining magnets. She froze, unable to move. He stood directly
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behind her, his hands still resting on her shoulders, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly his hands worked their way around her till they cradled her breasts. He squeezed them softly, lifted them and gently shaking them so the weights swayed to and fro. Her nipples throbbed and ached to be released from the cruel vises. But each tug of the constantly shifting clamps was like a direct connection to her clit, engorged with arousal and hungry to be touched. She wondered if the change in the game meant that Justin had tired of it. Shifting her weight, she could feel his erection prodding her from behind. Maybe he was ready to take her again. She was definitely ready to be taken. She moaned the wantonness she suddenly felt. "You're ready for another fuck, aren't you, my pet?" he whispered. "Uh huh," she sighed, pressing herself against him. "So am I. But the game isn't over just yet." "Ooh..." she whined. "Oh, no. Still four more weights for you to find." He began flicking at the clamps with his fingers, causing them to swing even more. "Ohh..." "But you're not likely to find them the way you're bound and blindfolded, are you?" "No! Please!" she begged through her gag, bucking her hips forcefully against him. "So I'm going to help." "Oh?" "Oh, yes. I'm definitely going to help you find the last magnets. Would you like that?" "Yes!" "You're sure?" "Yes, sir!" Anything to get this over with, she thought. "All right, I'll help. But..." He suddenly grabbed her tits and crushed them tightly with his strong fingers. Her cry of pain was
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muffled by the rubber ball between her lips. "But," he went on, "you may not appreciate my help quite as much as you think." As he released her, his chuckled sent a chill down her spine.
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CHAPTER 16 The game concludes in a tie Bambi waited, staring straight up into the blackness of the blindfold. There was nothing else she could do. She tried to ignore the lingering soreness from Justin's manhandling of her breasts, and the resulting jolt to her already aching pussy. For some reason, the image of her situation, the absurdity of it, flashed through her mind. If anyone had told her a week ago that she would be in such a position now, she would have laughed. And if someone had predicted that within a week she would be consumed to the point of obsession with locating small magnets while blindfolded and bound, she would have thought they were nuts. "Something's funny?" asked Justin. Had she laughed? Was her grim amusement so visible? "No, sir!" she answered around the red rubber ball. "I didn't think so." His touch had become soothing and gentle, as he continued to stroke her vulnerable body. "Do you have any idea how hot, how desirable you look at this very moment, Bambi?" "Mmm..." All she could do was moan in reply. "It's a mystery, isn't it? Take almost any woman... bind her, taunt her, tease her... make her suffer just right, and she becomes something truly divine. A goddess of sorts. Do you feel like a goddess, Bambi?" Of course not, she thought. The notion was ridiculous. She was supposed to be his slave. How could a slave be a goddess? But as she thought about it, she realized that she'd never been the sole focus of any man for such an extended period of time, as she'd been in the last couple of days with Justin. He may be the master–her Master–but what was a master without his slave? In a sense, she defined his world as much as he controlled hers. Within the limits of her hair-bound restraint, she managed a short nod. "Yes. Master," she sighed. "Good," he whispered. She felt his tongue on her breasts, its warm, liquid caress finding her smashed nipples, soothing and tantalizing
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them in the midst of their torment. She moaned and flexed her fingers, wishing her hands were free to cradle him to her bosom. Presently, he pulled back and announced, "But our game isn't over yet. So now, as promised, I'm going to guide you to the last four magnets. Not with words, but using these." She felt two things press against her left ass cheek. "The first," he said, "is the cane you're already familiar with. The second is something new to you, I believe. It's called a riding crop. It's usually used on horseflesh, but it works just as well on girl-flesh." He went on to explain that he would "tap" different parts of her body with either the cane or the crop, and the taps would be her instructions to turn left or right, or step forward, or stoop down. "Trust me, and you'll do fine," he said when he was finished. Bambi grimaced. It wasn't that she didn't trust him–she understood by then that he didn't want to truly harm her–but the location of those taps troubled her. She didn't have much time to ponder the subject, though, as he immediately "tapped" her twice on the ass. The cane strokes, her signal to take two steps straight ahead, fell with enough force to practically propel her forward on their own. She yelped and staggered to regain her balance. He had a weird definition of "tap," she thought. "Good girl," he said, his voice incongruously soothing. The next tap was on her left breast. She could tell it was the crop and not the cane, but it still stung like a hornet. Carefully, she made a quarter turn to the left. After another two whaps from behind and one more on her left breast, she heard him shift his position. She had a feeling she was in close to the table, ready to kneel and retrieve the next magnet. Behind the blindfold, she squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation. The cane whistled through the air and landed with a resounding crack. The pain burned across the front of her thighs. Her pussy gushed as if to quench the fire. Woozy from her prolonged agony and frustration, she could barely remember that the "tap" to her cunt was her signal to kneel.
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As she had done before, Bambi lowered herself to her knees. Justin had made it clear that he would get her to the right spot, but there would be no more guidance at that point. The magnet might be directly in front of her, or off to the side. The only way to find it was to lean over and swing her tits until it attached itself. Bambi was beyond caring about the renewed tension on her breasts as she swayed blindly over the coffee table. Her neck hurt, her arms ached, her buttocks throbbed. Every inch of her body was either in pain or in a state of high arousal. "Okay, my pet. You can get up again." Justin's voice seemed distant. Where was he and why was he telling her to stand up? "Come on, sweetheart. You got that one thirty seconds ago." She started. Had she really retrieved the magnet and not realized it? She tried to refocus on her breasts and decided there was a slight difference in the weights, after all. A loud snapping sound accompanied Justin's signal to turn right. The crop had landed almost directly atop her nipple, and the intense sting brought fresh tears to her eyes. Little by little, step by step, Justin continued to guide her around the table until she found all four of the remaining disks. After the final one sprang on board, she stood and waited, resigned, for whatever further torture he had in store for her. She felt him fiddling with the knot in her hair. It seemed that he was trying to yank her head even further back. She whined in protest, but he shushed her. "I'm untying it, silly," he laughed. At long last, her hair was free. Cautiously, she lowered her head, taking a deep breath in relief. He continued working on her bonds, next releasing the strap around her elbows, and the lock holding her wrist cuffs together. At first it felt like her hands were still bound. They seemed to want to stay in place behind her back. With considerable effort and a loud groan, she managed to bring them around in front. Soon, Justin had peeled the blindfold from her face, wet with sweat and tears. Bambi blinked as the room returned to focus. He stood
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smiling at her. It was a hungry smile. He wanted her, she knew he did, and just the knowledge of it made her knees feel all rubbery. The ball-gag still stretched her ruby lips, but she tried to articulate her need. "When are you going to fuck me?" she pleaded. His grin grew bigger. "Did you say something about fucking?" "Yes, sir!" "Not yet, but not much longer, either. I promised you a shower tonight, remember?" She nodded, as he slipped her blouse completely off her. Soon, the rest of her clothes joined it in a heap on the floor. He even removed her wrist cuffs, but left the cruelly weighted clamps on her nipples and the gag in her mouth. Holding her wrists in front of her, he bound them with soft cord and led her down the hall to the bathroom. The shower stall was very large, with what looked like a low shelf along one side, and rings built into the tiles at various spots. He had her wait while he shed his own clothes, then started the water. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he stepped in and pulled her in after him. He attached her bound wrists to one of the rings in the ceiling and stood back as the water drenched her body. Taking a bar of soap, he began lathering up his own body, then hers. He stood behind her and pressed himself close. His erection seemed impossibly enormous as she felt it slip between her thighs. She could almost imagine that it was a baseball bat, but the heat and texture of a firm cock was unmistakable. He reached around and fondled her tits. The rubber grips of the clamps clung tenaciously to her agonized nipples even in the water. She wondered when he would release them, apprehensive now of the painful rush she knew would come when he did. Their bodies, slick with soap, glided and writhed together beneath the spray. Justin's cock throbbed between Bambi's legs, as she oozed her excitement all over it. It was impossible to tell where her own juices stopped and the slippery soap began. After long lingering moments, he reached up and released her wrists from the ring. He turned her to face him, and slipped her still-
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bound wrists over his head. If his eyes were hungry before, they were ravenous now. He backed her toward the shelf she had noticed before. Instinctively, she sat upon it and spread her legs. His cock gently knocked at her door, as he unbuckled her gag, and popped the ball from her lips. She flexed her sore jaws, then smiled at him. "Take me, Master. Please, take m-." Her unfinished plea reverberated off the tiles as he plunged into her hard and deep. At the same time, he snatched the clamps from her nipples and flung them to the side. She screamed uncontrollably at the sudden onslaught of sensations. She felt ripped in two, impaled against the smooth wall, her breasts searing as if aflame. Her orgasm crested and broke even as Justin worked himself into a driving rhythm of thrusts. His shaft rammed into her with a steady urgency. Again, she felt herself carried along, lifted higher and higher, almost bodily. She cried out as she came again and again. At last, she felt him stiffen and convulse. He groaned in his private ecstasy. He kissed her, greedily possessing her mouth with his. She felt him slowly fade and withdraw. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she murmured. Without a word, he lifted her arms and fixed them to another ring high on the wall. He pulled away, grinning as she shifted on the hard shelf. She watched as he released a separate showerhead attached to a long, flexible tube. He turned and opened the spigot, aiming the pulsing spray directly at her. She gasped as he guided the warm current all over her body. Her nipples puckered anew under the spray, and she squealed as it hit her belly button. And when it found her engorged cunt, she almost slipped off the shelf in her excitement. All too soon, Justin turned the water off and began toweling himself dry. Bambi was still seated on the shelf, soaked from head to toe. She looked down at herself. Her skin was several shades rosier than normal. There were patches of purple and black where the cane and crop had fallen.
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She watched her Master pull the towel over his body. It didn't seem possible that she could feel so good after all he'd put her through. In spite of herself, she wished they could start the evening all over again. Just the thought of how he had restrained and tormented her made her start to seep again. When Justin was dry, he released Bambi from the ring and untied her wrists. He handed her the towel, and kissed her on the forehead. "Feeling okay?" he said. "Wonderful!" she cooed. "Dry off and come to bed." "You mean... your bed, sir?" He nodded. "Yes. My bed. I want you there tonight." Bambi beamed and hurriedly dried off. She scampered into the bedroom, and stood waiting by the side. Justin was already under the covers. He turned and looked at her. "Are you coming in or not?" he asked, with a chuckle. "Yes, but... aren't you going to tie me up? What if I try to escape?" Laughing, he rose and retrieved two lengths of the soft cord. He bound her wrists in front, and her ankles. She tested the ropes. They were snug, but not too tight. "There," he said. "Better?" "Yes, Master." She followed him under the covers, sighing as he gathered her in his arms, and drifted quickly into a deep, contented sleep.
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CHAPTER 17 Bambi gets cheered up Bambi woke to find herself curled up against Justin. From the sound of his breathing, she knew he was still asleep. She stretched her bound arms and legs and yawned. Sighing, she curled up again and studied the ropes circling her wrists. She tried to recall the sparkle in Justin's eyes when she actually asked him to tie her up and the tingle that ran through her as he did so. He smelled clean and fresh from their shower. It would be nice if she could put her arms around him, but the ropes prevented her. She could easily loosen them with her teeth, but they felt so natural and comforting. Anyway, he wouldn't want her to. Justin shifted. Glancing toward the foot of the bed, Bambi noticed a sharp peak in the blanket about half way down. Licking her lips, she burrowed under the blanket and confirmed that underneath was a raging morning hard-on. As she closed in to investigate further, Justin's just-showered scent gave way to his heady musk. She hesitated for a moment, then took his shaft in her bound hands. It was clearly not the baseball bat it had seemed the previous night in the shower, but it was impressive nonetheless. A sudden shiver of delight ran through her as she recalled being impaled upon this very cock, the recollection less a function of brain cells than a physical contraction deep inside her. She licked her lips. How surreal it felt - and naughty - to be huddled under the covers in this man's bed, willingly bound hand and foot, contemplating tasting his erection. Would he be pleased or angry if she helped herself? Only one way to find out, she decided. As his cock twitched and throbbed in her hands, she gave it a lick. Then another. Then she let her lips settle upon the tip. Opening her mouth wider, she took him further into her eager mouth. Justin moaned, an animal-like growl. She wasn't sure if he'd awakened or not, but his reaction emboldened her, spurred her on. Relaxing her jaws, she took in as much of his shaft as she could. Her
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own moans joined Justin's as she filled her mouth and throat to capacity. When she came up for air, her hands tightened their grip on him. She plunged down again. He moaned again. This time, she knew he was awake from the way he shifted his body and lifted his hips to her. "That's nice," he whispered. "Mmm..." she replied, her jaws stretched around him. He threw off the covers. She stopped and gazed up at him, meeting his eyes. He smiled and nodded. She wondered if her own smile was apparent with his cock filling her mouth. "Well, don't stop now," he said, laughing. "Yes, sir!" she agreed, and hungrily went back to work. It didn't take long before she tasted the first drops of his precum. Redoubling her efforts, she sucked and licked and teased him till the hot spurts gushed forth. He groaned with pleasure as she lapped him up. She continued to massage him as he gradually deflated, then nestled against him again. He reached down and ran his hand through her hair. "Time for you to get up and fix me breakfast," he said. "Eggs, scrambled. Wheat toast and jam. Orange juice. And get the coffee started." "Yes, sir," she said and rolled to the edge of the bed. Leaning over, she began to untie her ankles. "I didn't say anything about untying yourself," he said. "Oh..." she said, obviously surprised. "You mean I'm supposed to cook tied up like this?" He regarded her for a moment, then shook his head. "No, you're right, my dear. You can't be expected to work bound like that." He reached into the drawer of the nearby nightstand and sat up holding a loop of rope. Pulling her back onto the bed, he straddled her body and began wrapping the rope around her waist. "This is how you're to be tied." She squealed and made half-hearted struggling motions as if to get away. His manner, too, was more playful than serious, but when he
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threaded the rope between her legs and pulled it tight, he wasn't fooling around. "Ow," she complained. "How can I even move with a rope cutting me in half like that?" "Not my problem," he said as he pushed her to the edge of the bed again. She stood and looked at him, her eyes sad, her lips thrust out pouting, but he didn't even notice. He was already up, getting clothes out from his dresser. She hesitated. "Get moving, Bambi," he ordered without turning to look at her. With an angry huff, she shuffled and hopped her way out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen. It was no easy task getting the food ready with wrists and ankles bound. And the painfully tight crotchrope didn't help either. Still, she managed to have everything ready by the time Justin strolled in. "Good girl," he said as he surveyed the table. He sat and began eating right away. Bambi stood, waiting. He took a few bites then looked over at her. "Come on and eat. We have a long day ahead of us." "Thank you, Master," she said. After they had both eaten, he stood her up and removed her bindings, then told her to use the toilet. "It'll be your last chance for a while." She frowned even as he grinned. "And I'll have a little surprise for you when you get back." Bambi knew his little surprise would likely entail a good deal of suffering on her part, yet she found herself actually looking forward to it. She couldn't help it. Her body craved exactly the kind of treatment he gave her, and it aroused her just imagining what torments he had in store for her. After using the toilet, she washed up and glanced in the mirror. She was smiling, her face flushed and rosy. Eagerness and anticipation were apparent in her bright blue eyes. "You really are a slavegirl, aren't you?" she asked herself aloud. When she returned, she saw that Justin had laid out some clothing on the table. He motioned to it. "Get dressed," he said simply.
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It didn't take long to figure out that he wanted her to look like a cheerleader. There was a sweater, in crimson and gray, with a matching pleated skirt. The sweater had a big "S" for "slave" on the front, and the flippy little skirt just barely covered her ass. There were no panties or bra, but ankle socks and tennis shoes completed the ensemble. "Go team!" he said when she finished. She blushed and smiled. He took her by the hand and led her to the playroom, where she'd been chained to the floor the day before. This time though, he stood her in the middle of the room and fastened thickly padded cuffs to her wrists. He locked them together in front of her, then attached them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. "Wait there," he said. He went to a crank attached to the wall and adjusted the length of the chain so that her arms were raised over her head. She expected him to pull the chain tight and was surprised at the amount of slack he left. He returned and strapped additional cuffs to her sock-clad ankles. He did not attach the cuffs to each other, but snapped a chain extending from the wall on her left to her left ankle, and another chain from the right wall to her right ankle. Again, there was plenty of slack in both chains. Curious, Bambi noticed that the ankle chains extended to motorized winches on either side of her. Justin worked the winches to take up just enough slack to leave her standing quite comfortably, with her legs spread a foot or so. He stood behind her, stroking her hair and reaching around to caress her breasts. "Comfy?" he asked. "Not bad," she said. She became tense, sensing that the other shoe was about to drop. She felt his hands leave her body, and soon saw a large rubber ball once again held before her lips. She opened her mouth without prompting and let him wedge the ball in deep. The gag was a harness type, and he quickly buckled the several straps so her head was snugly crisscrossed with leather.
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She moaned as the sensation of being possessed overtook her again. It was the harness gag that did it. Her arousal seeped from her nether lips. She tried to settle her breathing, and glanced down only to see that he'd affixed a short pole to the floor directly below her. The pole was topped with a massive dildo, aimed straight for her already engorged pussy. Chuckling, Justin hit a button on the wall, and she heard the winches on both sides of her begin to hum. Immediately, she felt the tug of the chains on her ankles, forcing her legs apart. It happened slowly, inch by inch. Soon her ankles were separated by two feet. Then three. As her legs spread wider and wider, her body lowered. The dildo made contact with her cunt. The winches continued to pull. She looked at Justin, who simply stood there, staring at her with an amused grin on his face. "You'll want to make sure that thing goes right up the center," he chuckled. She wiggled her hips and guided the latex intruder between her pussy lips. It worked its way inside her, ever so slowly, as the chains pulled her legs further and further apart. She began to panic. How far was he taking this? Her legs were stretched as far as they could go without leaving the ground. "Oh no!" she gasped, as she felt first one foot, then the other lose contact. Desperately, she grasped at the overhead chain to hold herself up, but she couldn't prevent the inevitable. As her hands tired, she gradually eased down until the entire length of the dildo disappeared within her. Thankfully the chain held her at just the right height. She tossed her head, pleading with Justin to stop the winches, yet they just kept pulling and pulling. At last, just when she was sure she was about to be torn apart, the motors stopped. She hung by her wrists, utterly helpless, her legs forced into a full split and her pussy filled to capacity. Bambi panted and sobbed in pain and humiliation. The dildo inside her sprang to life suddenly, vibrating and throbbing. She squealed
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and tried to hoist herself up, but she kept slipping and only managed to literally fuck herself upon the faux cock. She heard Justin laughing again just as the winch motors started up. This time, they moved in the opposite direction and slowly let the chain out. She felt the awful tension on her hips and thighs lessen as her feet began their gradual descent back to the floor. "Well," said Justin, "let me repeat the question... Comfy?" "No!" she screamed into her gag. He laughed and continued to watch her agony until she was once again earthbound. Bambi drew her legs together as much as she could while the winches continued to let out slack. As she did, she lifted herself more and more off the dildo. Eventually, she returned to her starting position. Justin stepped up to her and lifted her sweater. Casually, he snapped a pair of clothespins onto her nipples. She whined at the insult to her breasts, but was relieved to be able to put her weight on her feet again. She looked up at her Master and sighed. What a horrible, delicious torture he'd put her through. Maybe he would fuck her now, she thought hopefully. Justin leaned down and kissed her on her gagged lips. As he did, the motors hummed to life again and began to tug at her ankles. "It's all automatic," he said. "I have to run a few errands now, and thought this would keep you occupied while I was gone." Bambi shook her head. "No!" she screamed around the huge red ball. "You can't leave me like this!!" He shrugged his shoulders. "Can't understand a word you say," he laughed. He winked at her, turned and headed for the door. "No! Please!!" she begged even as the door slammed shut and her cunt again made contact with the dildo.
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CHAPTER 18 A slight change in plans Justin stood silently, watching Bambi's torment through the oneway mirror, which was on the wall to her left. Again and again, she was stretched, spread, and impaled by the action of the programmed winches. He had other things to do, but couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. She was an amazing piece of work. At that very moment, the winches had just finished releasing all the tension in her legs. She could stand upright if she wanted, yet she didn't. Instead, she lifted herself only high enough to relieve the stress on her wrists. Her knees were bent and she was quite deliberately taking the vibrating dildo into her, even though she could easily lift herself off it just by standing up straight. She pistoned herself along its entire length, riding it with a passion that took Justin's breath away. As he watched, his thoughts turned to the night before, the way she had stuck with the magnet game to the very end. None of his other captives had ever done that, at least not so soon into their training, and even then, not without considerably more convincing. He thought, too, about that morning, when he'd been awakened by her spontaneous blow job. That was definitely a first. His cock throbbed and pulsed in his jeans as he recalled the sensation, and especially the look in her eyes as she gazed up at him. He could see that she had already accepted her state as his slave. And she'd arrived at that point faster than he'd dared imagine. There was no doubt that Bambi was definitely one of a kind. Just then, his attention focused once more on the vision before him. The winches had stretched her out to the max again. But now she'd noticed the mirror and was looking directly at him. Or so it seemed. He knew she couldn't see him in the darkened adjoining room. It occurred to him that she was admiring her own image, and that she was becoming even more excited by what she saw. Her chest heaved rapidly, the motion accentuated by the clothespins jutting from
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her nipples. She stared with a raw animal-like hunger that was almost scary in its intensity. "Jeez," Justin muttered aloud. His brow furrowed as he considered the fact that he'd be putting her up for sale in a few days. For some reason, the lust he felt as he watched her became mingled with a strange sense of uneasiness that welled up inside him. He shook his head trying to quell the feeling. What was wrong with him? He should be delighted. If she displayed herself at the auction half as well as she was doing now, he'd make a bundle. Probably more than he'd ever netted before. "She's just a slut," he told himself, this time loud enough that he wondered if she might have heard him. He studied her, but saw no sign that his voice had penetrated her thick veil of tormented ecstasy. Another sound caught his attention. The phone. He hurried to pick up. "Yes?" The voice at the other end spoke quickly and urgently. There was no pause for him to respond. "The show's been moved up," said the contact he knew only as Chas. "Can't get into the details right now, but it's today. This afternoon. Your item is in the catalog. You said she was ready, so we included her. Be here by 5:00." Click. Justin looked at the silent phone for a long moment before hanging up. Today? This afternoon? He expected to have her for another couple days. "Shit!" he shouted to the phone. Looking at the clock, he hollered again. He would have to pack her up almost immediately to get her there by 5:00. What did they think, that he had a private jet or something? He ran back to the playroom and halted with his hand on the doorknob. Get yourself together, he told himself. It's just a rush job, nothing else. Pack her up, sell her, and move on to the next one. Yes, of course. That's exactly what he needed to do. Move on to the next one. He already had enough information on Claudia to snatch her any time he wanted. It was just as well that the auction was
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moved up. The faster he snatched 'em and sold 'em, the more money he made. This would work out fine. He opened the door and stepped in. Bambi started at the sound. Her head had been lowered, but it rose immediately. Her look of pained distress melted. Her gaze seized Justin's attention for only a moment, yet it was a moment filled with relief, yearning, and urgent pleading. Reluctantly, Justin turned away. He headed straight to the first winch and disconnected the chain to her ankle. With grim determination, and without looking her in the eye again, he proceeded to release her bindings, one by one, as he decided which carrier to use to transport her. *** By the time Justin opened the door, Bambi felt as if she would go totally insane from his devious cheerleader torture. The pain of being repeatedly stretched beyond what she thought was her limit, and the horrible stress on her shoulders and wrists was one thing. But having that damn dildo tantalizing her, along with those vise-like clothespins at the same time, was quite another matter. Then there was the mirror. She had noticed the mirror before, but hadn't thought to look in its direction at first. And once she had, she found it hard to look away. The sight of herself, the utter obscenity of her predicament, while dressed in the innocence of a cheerleader's outfit, drove her mentally over the edge. She was lost on a high plateau of ecstasy and had no desire to leave. It seemed that she could never get enough stimulation or have enough orgasms. Each one simply spurred her on to the next. And in her few moments of lucidity, she realized that, no matter how wicked Justin was to think of such a torment, she was all the more wicked to actually derive so much pleasure as its subject. It was only the sound of the door opening that roused her from her delirium. Oh, yes, she thought! He's back finally. Now he'll fuck me. The dildo may have worked its magic on her again and again, but, god, how she craved his touch. How she needed his hot, rigid cock inside her.
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He looked at her for only a moment. His expression was odd. He was angry or upset about something. Was it something she did? Maybe this was supposed to be more torturous for her. Maybe he was annoyed that she was enjoying it so much. He made quick work of her bindings. Soon, she stood unfettered, next to the still-buzzing dildo. She resisted the urge to straddle it one last time as he finally unbuckled her gag. As soon as she regained her voice, she nattered away at him. "Thank you, Master. That was sso horrible! But it made me so horny. Please fuck me now. Please!" He glowered at her briefly, then turned away, rummaging through a drawer. "Shut up, Bambi." He is angry, she thought. "Please, don't be angry with me!" she said falling to her knees. "I'm sorry if I displeased you. Please let me make it up. I promise to-" "I said shut up!" he shouted. He turned and looked at her as she cowered on the floor. His expression softened. "I- I'm sorry, but they've moved up the date of the auction." His last words stung her like physical blows. Their meaning took several seconds to register. "What auction? Who?" Having found what he was looking for, he stormed over to her, wrenched her arms behind her, and roughly began wrapping a leather strap around her elbows. "The slave auction, Bambi. I'm selling you." As he said the last three words, he yanked the strap painfully tight. "Selling me? But why?" she cried in panic. "What did I do?" "Nothing." "Whatever it was, I'm sorry! Please don't sell me!" "I said nothing, you stupid bitch!" He continued to bind her with more leather straps. Her wrists, knees, and ankles were quickly circled by the supple black bands. Bambi didn't fight him, but wept uncontrollably. "I don't understand," she managed to say between sobs. "I want to stay here and be your slave. I just want to please you! I thought that's what you wanted!"
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Justin remained silent, but his breathing was unusually labored. He tethered her neck to her knees, and her ankles to wrists, forming her into a neat little ball of feminine flesh. He set her on her side, and stood while she kept crying and pleading with him. "Bambi!" he said at last. "It's- it's not that you don't please me. You do. But this was always the plan. This is what I do. I- I have an obligation to meet. I-" He didn't finish, but rushed from the room. When he returned, he was pushing a hand truck with a large wooden box on it. Bambi looked up and screamed. "No! Please, Master, don't put me in there!" He stooped down next to her with a large ball-gag. She kept pleading with him. "Master! Please, please don't sell me. Master! Justin! Wait! I lo-" The last word was cut short as he lodged the ball in her mouth. She squirmed and struggled in his arms as he lifted her and carried her to the box. Her eyes wide with terror, disbelief, and grief, she watched him lower the lid, sealing her alone in darkness and misery.
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CHAPTER 19 The small white room An eternity later, the lid to the box opened and Bambi blinked in the harsh lighting of the room. But what room was this, she wondered? Where was she? And why had Justin brought her here? The last question was the one she'd asked herself countless times along the way. In fact, she could remember little else of the trip itself. She'd been aware of the darkness of the box, the drone of tires on asphalt, and the dull ache of her bound limbs. But it was the question "why?" echoing through her head, that occupied her most. She hadn't been able to stop crying the whole time. She nearly choked on her sobs more than once as the countless seconds faded one by one into a past she wished more than anything to have back. Maybe if she'd said or done something different... But he'd said this had always been the plan. He'd intended to sell her from the beginning, from the very first moment they started chatting on the internet. If that were true, then every word of his was one lie on top of another. She hated him! And yet, she didn't really. She was convinced there was more behind his sweet tortures than the calculated commerce of her flesh. All she needed was another chance to show him, to go "home" again, back to his house and serve him. After all, he'd been right, so very right, about her. She was a born slavegirl. She relished the restraints he used on her, and the cruel torments that drove her insane with passion and lust. Yes, he'd been right all along, all the way up to the moment he shoved her in the box. That part was wrong. It just didn't fit. It was so obvious to her. Why couldn't he see it? And now Justin stared down at her in the open box. She met his gaze, silently pleading with him. She felt the tears begin anew. Wasn't there a hint of feeling, of doubt, in his face? "Don't look at me like that," he said. He released the bindings that held her in a snug little ball, lifted her out, and stood her up. He left her bound hand and foot, and gagged.
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He frowned. "God, Bambi!" he said in disgust as he looked her over. "You look like shit!" He wiped her face with his hand, shaking his head the whole time. "And quit looking at me like that!" How else was she supposed to look? Happy? Jubilant? She whimpered her sadness to him. He sighed. "Just stand right there. I'm gonna get a wet cloth." With that, he hurried from the room. She stood alone. She was supposed to be at a slave auction, but this quiet empty room wasn't at all what she had expected. Was this really the right place? Where were the other people? The other slaves for sale? The buyers? A kernel of hope formed in her mind. Maybe he'd changed his mind. The room, whatever it was, wasn't very large, no bigger than a small bedroom. The walls and ceiling were white, and the floor was covered with a practical, low pile carpet of dull grey. The only "furniture" was the box she'd been packed in. No, there was something else in the room. A length of very thick rope lay on the floor. It was at least an inch in diameter, and it stretched along the entire length of the room. The ends were attached to the walls in some kind of vertical tracks. It looked like the stretched rope could be raised and lowered, and fixed at various heights. As she pondered the rope, Justin returned. Wordlessly, he scrubbed her tear-streaked face, and dried her off. Then he turned her around and brushed her hair. His touch as he did so was gentle, so gentle she almost started crying again. He was being almost... tender. Then the door opened again and another man entered. "So this is the bitch you've been telling me about." "Yup," agreed Justin. Her hope evaporated with that one syllable. The other man stepped right up, grabbed her, and turned her around. He looked her over like she was a prize heifer. He poked and prodded her, staring at every inch of her nude body. She noticed that even when he studied her face, he never once made eye contact with her. "She's pretty. You say she's responsive, too, huh?"
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"Very." The man rudely thrust his hand between her thighs. His rough hands groped and clawed at her. "Oh yeah," he said. "Nice." Bambi reddened furiously as she realized just how wet she'd become. "Well, let's get her ready," said the man. Justin stooped down and untied her ankles. Together, the men positioned her over the thick rope, one foot on either side of it. They retreated to opposite ends and raised it till it pressed hard up against her moist pussy. She marveled at how taut the rope was. There was hardly any slack in it at all. After raising it to the junction of her thighs, the men then hoisted it another inch, forcing her up on her toes. Bambi squealed in distress as they locked the rope in place. Before she realized what was happening, Justin had reconnected her ankles with a pair of handcuffs. She stared down in disbelief. It was so simple, yet so effective. She was trapped on the rope! She could shuffle along its length, but there was no way to get off, no way for her to escape its constant pressure. The other man hung a clipboard with a piece of paper on the wall by the door and left. Justin stepped around and looked Bambi in the eye. He seemed so serious, almost sad. She wondered if he was even half as sad as she was. "Bambi, I know what you- What I-" He took a deep breath, and started over. "Look. I suppose I can at least explain what's going on. This auction isn't going to work the way you probably thought it would. There's no auctioneer calling bids. No stage. No smoke-filled room. It's a silent auction. Do you know what that means?" Bambi shook her head vaguely. She'd heard the expression but didn't really understand. Justin continued. "All the... merchandise is on display at the same time. The other slaves are in rooms just like this one. The buyers go from room to room and examine as many as they want. They can do just about anything they like to the merch- to you, but they can't take you off the rope, or leave any... marks. They write their bids on that
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paper by the door. Each bid has to be a minimum amount higher than the previous one... but... I guess you probably don't care about that. Then at the end of the evening, the last name on the sheet gets the girl. Understand?" She nodded vacantly. He started to turn to leave, then stopped. Slowly, he turned back to face her. He reached around and unbuckled her gag. She licked her lips and flexed her sore jaws. "Master," she whispered. He held his finger to her lips. "Shh... It'll be okay. These are classy guys. You'll end up in a good home, Bambi." Then he took her head in his hands and kissed her long and hard. She felt it all the way from her head to her toes, but especially in her cunt. She moaned uncontrollably. Her knees buckled and she rested fully upon the rope. It gave slightly, but her swollen nether lips felt so hot she wondered if they'd burn right through it. The kiss went on and on. When he broke away at last, he immediately strapped the gag back on. "Now be a good girl, and make me a lot of money." He attempted a smile, then was gone. She stared at the closed door, wishing he'd come back. Please come back, she thought. Please! A bell sounded in the distance, and an instant later, the door opened again. Justin! she thought. But it wasn't him. Two strangers came in. Both men were dressed in expensive suits and carried mixed drinks with them. They could have been lawyers at a cocktail party somewhere. They set their drinks down on the box. One of them looked at the paper on the wall as the other approached her. "This one's Bambi," called the man reading the paper. The other man walked behind her and began running his hand along her back and buttocks. His fingers dug in gently at first, then harder, causing her to jerk forward. "Nice," said the groper. "Good muscle tone." She felt his hand pull away from her, only to slam back against her ass with a loud slap. She squeaked and tried to move forward. The damn rope was sheer torture.
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The other man joined the first. He stood in front of her, and reached for her pussy right away. "She's wet, Bill. Oh man, is she ever wet! Feel this. She's really diggin' it!" "Hmm mmm! No!" she protested. The first man stepped around in front. She stared in horror as he pulled a pair of wooden clothespins from the breast pocket of his suit coat. With no hesitation, he snapped them on her nipples. Bambi groaned as shock waves spread from her crushed nipples. Both men groped at her pussy, pulling her lips back, slipping their fingers in as far as they could, rubbing her engorged clit. Before she knew what hit her, she was helplessly shuddering and rocking in the unrelenting grip of orgasm. "Oh yeah, you like that, don't you, bitch?" said the second man. "She sure does!" said the first. "Look at her go!" Bambi stared wildly at each of them in turn, shaking her head. "No," she moaned into the bright red ball-gag. I want my Master! she screamed inwardly. "Shut up." She couldn't even tell which one spoke at first. "Now say, 'Yes, Master'." It was the first man, the one with the clothespins. She shook her head again. Justin was her Master! Where was he? Why did he leave her with these strangers? One of them slapped her face. She never saw the hand approach. Her head snapped to the side. "Say it!" the first man shouted. "Ess hasser," she cried desperately. Please don't hit me again, she thought. The men stepped back, looked her over one more time, then started toward the door. Looking at the paper, they leaned their heads together and whispered. They both nodded, then the first one pulled out a pen and scribbled something down. As they opened the door to leave, she groaned loudly at them. They turned and she motioned insistently with her head down at her clipped breasts. The man who had clamped them chuckled. "You can keep 'em, Bambi. I've got plenty."
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The door had no sooner closed when it opened again. Another stranger entered the room. Bambi sagged against the rope. She could tell already that this was going to be a very long evening.
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CHAPTER 20 Justin takes his leave Justin started from his chair, his faced flushed with anger. How dare that sonuvabitch hit Bambi like that! He was seated in a room crowded with other slavers. They watched a wall covered with small video displays fed by surveillance cameras in each slave examination room. It was a necessary precaution to make sure the buyers didn't get carried away as they inspected the merchandise. Justin's eyes had never wandered from his Bambi. No, he reminded himself. Not his Bambi. Soon she would belong to someone else, carted off to serve some rich bastard's pleasure. Maybe it would be the very guy who'd just slapped her after putting clothespins on her nipples, the one accompanied by a friend. And then, after the auction, Justin would go home alone, but with a satchel full of cash, and move on to his next quarry. It was no different than any of the other times. So why did he feel so uneasy about it? And why did a little thing like a slap anger him so? It was well within the bounds of acceptable behavior. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that if Bambi needed some discipline, he ought to be the one doling it out. It was all Bambi's fault. That damned bitch had messed with his mind somehow! He'd heard of it happening to other slavers. One minute, the slut is just a piece of meat ready for market, the next, she's got a permanent place in the household. But he never thought it could happen to him. And there was no logic to it either. He'd processed plenty of other slaves that were prettier, or had better bodies. So why Bambi? Why did he feel so possessive of her? It was like a sickness, like she'd infected him somehow – infected him with her deep blue eyes, her stubborn willingness, her smile – her very self. He had to concentrate on something else. He forced his eyes to wander to the other screens, but he soon found himself staring once more at the one displaying Bambi's room. He leaned forward. The
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buyer in there now was a woman. She was dressed in a dark, finely tailored suit, and carried a soft-sided leather briefcase. The first thing she did was remove the clothespins left behind by the previous buyer. Justin saw Bambi wince as the feeling rushed back into her perfect rose-colored beads. In his head, he could hear the sound of her moan as if her were right there next to her. The clamps were immediately replaced by the woman's tongue and lips. Justin felt himself grow hard as he watched Bambi's reactions to the warm, wet caresses. The woman stopped abruptly and looked deeply into Bambi's eyes. She was at just the right angle for Justin to see the absolute wickedness of her grin. He shuddered himself and wondered what Bambi was feeling. The woman picked up her briefcase and pulled out some rope and a thickly padded strap with D-rings attached at intervals along its entire length. She guided the strap around Bambi's chest, so it passed under her bound arms, and over the top of her panting breasts. She tied a rope to the D-ring centered in front, and threaded the other end through one of the many eyehooks in the ceiling. After anchoring the rope to another hook in the far wall, she repeated the process with the D-ring in back, so Bambi was tethered from the chest strap to the ceiling. Justin was puzzled, but intrigued. Normally such an arrangement would be used to keep a slave still during punishment, but Bambi was already trapped on the tightrope between her legs, so what was the woman up to? He watched as she used another rope to pull Bambi's bound arms toward the ceiling. That part he understood. A good stappado always helped a slave's attitude. Bambi winced and leaned forward slightly as her arms were drawn up sharply behind her. The woman stepped back and smiled directly into the camera which she knew was recording her every move. Bambi followed her gaze. From Bambi's expression, Justin could tell that she hadn't been aware of the camera until that moment. She strained at her bonds, pleading with her eyes. Did she know he was watching her?
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Meanwhile, the woman grabbed another length of rope, and in a single swift motion, she stooped down, slipped the rope between Bambi's cuffed ankles, and pulled up. The action lifted Bambi's feet off the floor immediately putting all her weight directly on the rope between her thighs. The cord was so thick and taut it was almost as sturdy as a wooden beam, and sagged only an inch or so under the load. Bambi's head tossed wildly. She was obviously screaming hysterically into her gag. Her body tilted and pitched upon its narrow perch of rope. The harness around her chest, along the strappado, held her upright, but neither offered much relief in the way of bearing her weight. The woman quickly tied off the ankle rope and stood back again to watch Bambi's anguish. Justin's gaze shifted back and forth between Bambi to the woman. The pressure on Bambi's cunt had to be enormous. Her eyes were shut tight and her face bore an expression of intense concentration, even as visible ripples and shudders coursed along her tortured form. Tears began to stream down Bambi's cheeks, and Justin noticed the woman begin to stroke herself right through the fabric of her skirt. It was only then that he realized he was rubbing his own bulging crotch as well. He glanced around. Many of the other slavers had noticed what was going on in Bambi's cell and were watching also. They murmured their approval of the woman's insidious torment of Justin's slave. When he looked back at the screen, Justin saw that the woman had stopped caressing herself, and had retrieved a small flogger from her briefcase. She was using it to administer rapid, stinging strokes up and down Bambi's exposed breasts and tummy. Against the added assault, Bambi's eyes were now open wide. With each caress of the thin leather strips on her flesh, she twitched and rocked as the thick rope flexed and straightened again, grinding and sawing into her aching sex. Her expression alternated between pain, fear, disbelief, and... bliss.
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At last, the bell sounded, the signal for buyers to move on, so everyone had a chance to examine all the merchandise. The woman in Bambi's cell got in a few last strokes with the flogger, then quickly dismantled her bondage and replaced everything in her briefcase. Bambi's skin bore a sheen of sweat. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. The woman stood next to her and slipped her long slender fingers between Bambi's thighs, groping for the slavegirl's slick, abused cunt. As she finger-fucked Bambi, she leaned over and kissed her gagged lips as well. Justin could see Bambi come again and again in those final moments with the woman. He was well aware of how she responded to such harsh treatment, and knew the woman had to be impressed. He could only imagine what amount she wrote on the bid sheet as she left the cell. He took a deep breath. He knew he couldn't stand to watch Bambi being inspected any longer. He had to get out of there. Springing to his feet, he headed for the door. "Where you going, Justin?" asked one of the other slavers. "Um, just out for a little bit. Not feeling good all of a sudden." "Well, don't forget to come back for your take," the man laughed. "I had my eye on that little fireball you brought in today, and she's gonna fetch a tidy sum." "Yeah. I'm sure she will." Justin tried to smile, but couldn't find the right muscles. He darted out of the building and to his car. Just gotta get some air, he told himself, clear my head, then I'll be fine. He started the engine and drove off to the screech of spinning tires and the smell of rubber.
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CHAPTER 21 Justin returns Justin wandered blindly, turning down streets at random. He needed to find someplace where he could just hit the gas and go; let the exhilaration of the speed replace the confusion clouding his mind. Soon he was zooming down just such a road. It was a narrow, two lane country route with no traffic. He gunned it down the straightaways and careened around the curves, barely under control. As he pulled out of one especially tight turn, he came upon a stopped car. The shoulder was so narrow, the car blocked most of his lane. "Shit!" he screamed as he slammed on the breaks and swerved. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the driver was a young woman. After pulling his own car as far off the road as he could, he got out and went back to the stopped car. The woman had rolled her window down a couple of inches. "I'm sorry," she called out to him. "I put a flare around that curve before. It must have gone out." "Yeah, it sure did," said Justin. "What's the problem?" "I don't know. The engine just stopped and won't start up again. I coasted as far as I could but there's no place to pull off around here." Justin regarded the woman. Late 20s, he guessed. Quite pretty, too. He couldn't tell much about her body from his vantage point, but she certainly seemed fit from what he could see. His business sense began to kick in. Perhaps this was a sign. A freebie from out of nowhere, just sitting here, waiting to be snatched by him. No fuss, no muss. No hunting or stalking. Quick and efficient. "Could I drive you somewhere? To get help?" he offered. "That's okay. I already called roadside assistance. They're on their way." Her smile quickly became a frown. "At least I hope so. I got a little lost, so I'm not sure I gave them the right directions."
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Justin's ears perked up. His mood was improving with every second. "All the more reason to let me drive you somewhere. I know a family that lives just a few miles ahead," he lied. The woman looked dubious. She shook her head. "Well, I don't know..." He put on his friendliest, most non-threatening smile. "Look," he said. "I know where you can get help. I'm on my way there right now. Really. I didn't come this far off the beaten path to see if there happened to be a damsel in distress to take advantage of." She laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just that a girl has to be careful these days." "Sure, I understand. Well, look, I gotta get going, so if you want a lift..." She hesitated again and Justin turned to leave. As he stepped away, he put his hands in his pockets, fingering his ever-ready mini stun gun. Sure enough, by his third stride, he heard the car door open. "Wait!" the woman called to him. He turned and observed her as she caught up with him. Definitely a fine specimen, he thought. Slender, but not gaunt, she wore tight blue jeans and a tank top. Her shoulder length auburn hair bounced as she trotted up to him. He smiled. "My name's Roger," he lied again. "Hi, I'm Amy. I didn't mean to be rude. I really appreciate the ride. Actually, I was beginning to think I'd be stuck out here all night." She went around to the passenger side and slid in, as Justin did the same on the driver's side. Almost immediately, he slipped the stun gun out and leaned over to her. "Hey, what are you do-" The burst of high voltage coursed through her body, rendering her instantly helpless. She slumped back, her hazel eyes still open but without focus. Justin turned her over easily and snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. He popped the trunk, then hopped out and rushed to her door. He studied the deserted road in both directions, listening for approaching
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traffic. Then he opened the door, pulled her out, and half-dragged her around to the back. Working quickly, he lifted her into the trunk, folded her body at the waist and knees, and strapped her down with leather belts he had anchored at strategic points. She was already beginning to regain control of her muscles. Just as he grabbed a large foam ball, her mouth suddenly flew open. "Helmphh-!" The stifled scream barely left her lips. Soon, a snug band of duct tape circled her head, sealing her mouth shut and locking the ball within. He stood and looked down at his handiwork. Oh yes, he thought. This is what it's all about. The look of shock and terror in her eyes made his blood hot as it rushed to his rapidly swelling cock. He shook his head at her. "Don't you know, Amy, you should never accept a ride from a stranger?" As she choked back a sob, he slammed the lid down. He started the car, pulled up onto the pavement, and stopped. He shifted into park and listened again. Only the faintest muffling could be heard. Leaving the car idling, he got out once more, grabbed a nearby branch and swept away his tire tracks and footprints in the dirt. Soon he was heading back the way he'd come, whistling happily as he drove. He couldn't believe his good fortune. To successfully grab such a marketable girl with almost no overhead was a rare opportunity. He'd have this one prepped and on the market faster than it took him to even decide to hunt down Bambi. Bambi... At the first thought of his Bambi, he stopped whistling. The little side trip had actually cleared his mind of her, but it hadn't lasted long. He checked his watch. It was just about time for the results of the silent auction to be tabulated. Bambi would be in her little cell at that very moment, not sure what was happening. She'd be sore from the repeated inspections, but he knew she'd also be highly aroused. He could see her so clearly in his mind, aglow with sweat, panting, rubbing her hungry pussy against the rope trapped between her thighs.
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And he could hear the sweet music of her voice also, muted by the thick ball-gag, gasping and moaning, as one pair of hands after another probed and explored her vulnerable body. How many fingers, he wondered, had sought out her innermost secrets that evening? How many lips had tasted her luscious nipples? Yes, it surely would have driven him nuts if he'd stayed and watched. Suddenly, he realized it was over for him. Bambi would probably be gone by the time he got back. But even if she were still there, he'd already touched her himself for the last time. She was never to be his again. The finality of it hit him like a slap in the face. He felt like he'd driven off a cliff and was hurtling down a bottomless pit. He'd never experienced such an overpowering sense of bleak emptiness. "Shit!" he cried aloud, banging his fist on the steering wheel. "Shit, shit, shit!" He squared his chin as he exited the highway onto the last leg back to the auction house. The idea that sprang into his head just then was crazy. He'd try to talk the buyer out of the sale. He'd negotiate using the girl he just kidnapped as a bargaining chip. He'd return the buyer's money and throw in Amy along with it. And if that didn't work... The rest of that thought wasn't just crazy, but dangerous as well. Stealing back a slavegirl was like horse stealing in the old west. Yet he knew it was what he had to do. Oh, he'd still return his proceeds, but even so... He'd probably have to hide out for a while, reestablish himself elsewhere. At least he'd have his Bambi back, and that thought eased his mind. Up ahead, the building came into view at last. There was only one car left. Obviously, she was gone already–bought, paid for, and delivered. That's the way it worked. Whatever slim chance he had of directly negotiating with the buyer was gone. So his only chance was to find out who had bought her, track her down again, and take back what he finally realized was rightfully his. But even that wouldn't be easy. Chas knew Justin too well. He'd suspect something. He'd want to know why Justin was so interested
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in the buyer, why he didn't just pick up his earnings and leave as he usually did. But there were ways to deal with Chas as well. Justin parked the car and dashed into the building. He practically ran over Chas right at the door. "There you are!" cried Chas. "Jeez. I've been waiting for you for over 30 minutes-" "Wh- where is she?" gasped Justin. "You've caused me a lot of trouble tonight, ya know. I've never seen such a fuckin' mess!" "I said where is she? Where's Bam-" "There was shouting. Angry words. Threats even! I almost had a fuckin' riot on my hands because of you, Justin. You and that bitch you tried to sell off today." Gradually, Justin became aware that Chas wasn't paying attention to him. He was trying to tell Justin something. Something about the auction. And Bambi. He took a deep breath. "What are you talking about? What do you mean 'tried to'?" Chas snorted. "Finally ready to listen, eh? Come on. Let me show you something." Justin followed the slave broker down the hall. He led him straight to the examination room where Bambi had been. Opening the door, he motioned Justin inside. Justin stepped in. His jaw hung open as a dozen questions flooded his brain, none quite making it out of his mouth. There was Bambi, bound and trapped on the tightrope just as he'd last seen her. Chas stepped up and slapped him on the back. He was laughing. "She's yours, my friend!" "What?! But how?" "Come on, Justin. You think nobody noticed how you were acting tonight? I mean, do you realize at one point you even said 'Hands off her, bastard' out loud?" "I did? But- but the auction..."
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"Right. Okay. Here's what happened. At the very end, the boys pooled their resources. All the slavers – Jason, Dutch, Preston – even David. It was Preston's idea. They topped the final bid and bought her for you. Yup. But believe me, that didn't go over so good with the prior high bidder. That's when all the shouting started." Justin couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But- why?" "We've all been there, buddy. She got to you. It was obvious you wanted to keep her, but you still brought her in for the auction for some reason..." "I thought you'd have my head if I didn't make good on my commitment." Chas shook his head. "I'd make an exception for you. Well, at least one time, I would. Anyway, the way you were acting... we didn't want you doing something really stupid later on." Justin stood silent, dumbfounded. Chas pointed to Bambi, who was mewing and moaning with ever-increasing urgency. "You gonna untie the bitch or what?" *** Bambi nodded vigorously as Justin finally approached her. For a smart man, he was being incredibly dense. She couldn't wait to go home with him, tell him all about what had happened, and just be his. As he untied her, she thought about how she'd come to realize that something unusual was up. She had no idea what the something was, but after the last buyer had fondled her, no one came to claim her. She'd known there were bids on her, so where was her new owner? Then she'd heard the loud voices and shouting. She'd heard her name, and Justin's too, but she'd understood little else of what had been said. Eventually, things quieted down, and she was left alone with no explanation. She just stood and waited. And waited. But now, having heard what Chas told Justin, she was already weeping with joy and excitement. She belonged to Justin! When she was finally free of her bindings, she threw herself at him, trying to kiss him even though the gag remained in place. Justin managed to remove the gag at last, and met her kiss with the nowfamiliar possessiveness she craved.
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"I love you, Master!" she gasped between kisses. She fell to her knees and hugged his ankles. "Please take me home now. And use me for your pleasure." "Well... As long as you asked so nice." She stole a glance up at him. He was smiling. "You love me too, don't you Master?" He smile fell. "Don't be putting words in my mouth, bitch!" "I'm sorry, Master." "I- I just want you around me, that's all." "I understand, Master." "I want you around me all the time, and for the foreseeable future. But nothing more!" "Yes, Master." "And you'll have to be punished for that bit of insolence, of course." "Oh yes, Master! Please!" "Come on. Let's go home now." She stood up, barely able to contain her excitement. Justin tied her wrists and ankles once more, lifted her over his shoulder, and carried her out to the car. He helped her get seated, then went around to get in on the driver's side. Just as he put the key in the ignition, there was a muffled cry from the rear. Bambi looked at Justin, questioning. "Oh, yeah," he said. "I almost forgot about Amy. I had an unexpected windfall tonight." "Windfall?" "Another girl, Bambi. Remember? It's what I do." "Of course, Master. How could I forget? I'm happy for you." He grinned. "Maybe you can help break her in for the next auction." "Yes, Master. And... you can punish us together, too," she added, giggling. He considered it a moment. "Yes. Not a bad idea." He shifted the car into Drive, paused a moment, then shifted back to Park. He reached over to Bambi, and cradled her chin in his hand. Their eyes
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met. "I … was going to hunt you down and steal you back if I had to," he whispered. "Oh Master!" she sighed, as they fell into another kiss before finally going home. THE END
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