Chapter 4
Bonnie awoke before Crissy. It was still dark out, although when she checked her watch she realized it was going to be light in a very short while. She had a lot of work to do. Move to her own place, for one, where she could really get into this punishment business. There was equipment galore there, just waiting for this fresh cooze to work on.
So she shook Crissy slightly, to make sure she was still asleep. Slowly, the girl awoke, and once she was back in the real world, Bonnie informed her they were moving ... to her place.
"I'll have to blindfold you for the ride, and of course keep your hands tied. You understand...."
Crissy didn't say anything. She knew she had no choice.
So it was up and at 'em, and soon, they were on their way....
A short time later they were at Bonnie's, and the woman went right to work making preparations for what was undoubtedly going to be a mouthwatering time to be had by all....
The first thing Bonnie did was to check the hook set-up. She'd brought four of them; just enough for what she had in mind.
She took one of the chairs in the room and got on it, while she brought up the portable hand drill. Setting himself up in such a position, she was able to make two holes, 24 inches apart, in which to insert the screw hooks. Slowly, she twisted the hooks into place, swinging on them with her full body weight to make sure they were sufficiently secured.
When she was through with those, she moved the chair out of the way and set to work on the bottom hooks. These were easier to handle. She drilled two holes 24 inches apart, directly below the ceiling holes, and once again inserted the hooks. When they were twisted into the floor, she was ready. Next, she suspended two lengths of chain-cuffs from the ceiling. They hung down to just below six feet, so that a girl Crissy's size would have to reach up with her hands to be able to fit into them. She laid a bar on the floor and attached that to those hooks. The bar had cuffs attached to either side. She was ready now, she thought, for the next step.
She got Crissy.
"Mistress," Crissy said, " My arms hurt from these ... straps."
"I know," Bonnie said. " I'm going to take your bonds off."
"You are?" A smile lit across Crissy's face.
She turned her over and undid the couplings, cutting the sticky tape away with a scissor. When that was finished, Crissy brought her arms around to her sides and rubbed them together. They had been tied like that for hours, and now, she was feeling the circulation in them for the first time in a long time.
"Aahhh," she sighed, as she put her arms around her once more, and gave her another kiss, this one for letting her free.
But it was only for the moment.
She didn't know that she had other plans for her, and that she was starting before dawn because she thought they had a very busy schedule in front of them.
"Get up, baby," she said to her, and she looked at her funny. It was then that she saw the chains hanging from the ceiling for the first time.
"What's ... what's that...." she said, pointing to them, her face dropping the smile like it was too hot to hold.
"It's our next game," she said. " Now get up and get underneath the chains."
"I can't...." she said.
"Why not?"
"I have to go to the bathroom," she said, quietly, blushing.
Of course. That made sense, she hadn't been allowed to go since she'd gotten there, especially after she'd fucked her in her ass. Of course she had to go to the bathroom.
"All right. I'll take you there, But don't try anything funny."
"In the bathroom?"
She realized how silly that sounded. Letting her off the bed, she followed her down the hall to the bathroom, where she went in and closed the door. She heard the water running, and waited a little while.
After a minute, she began to suspect something was wrong. She knocked on the door and asked her if she was all right.
No answer.
Something was definitely wrong.
She leaned into the door and found it was locked from the inside. She gave it a stiff push with her shoulder, and the little inside lock that was keeping it closed proved to be no match for her strength. Once inside, she knew immediately that she was gone. The window to the bathroom was open, and the cold air smacked her across the face.
She ran to it and looked out, and could see Crissy almost to the ground, sliding down a drain pipe, clutching at it with her hands and feet.
She ran out of the bathroom and made it for the stairs, traveling at top speed, doing three and four steps at a time, until she was on the main floor of the house and heading toward the door. She was furious. She had trusted her and she'd double-crossed her. That wasn't going to sit well with her.
She got to the part of the house where the drain pipe was, and saw Crissy just beginning to scamper off. She started running at top speed, and in a burst of motion she was able to get to her before she made it to the end of the lawn. Throwing her arms out, she put a heavy tackle on her, and the both of them came tumbling down. His hand found her mouth before she was able to scream out, and, as the night still covered them, she dragged her back inside her house, her heels leaving deep marks on the lawn.
"Mmmmafffff...." she screamed into her hand, trying as she did to bite the fingers.
She was furious when she got her inside. She turned her around and took a full smack at her face, the back of her palm hitting her squarely on the side, sending her head over head into a corner of the room.
She was terrified now, too terrified to move, she came over and stood with her legs at her head, and bent down. She didn't move a muscle as she saw her reach into her pants and pull out the roll of tape. In another second, four strong lengths were across her mouth, in slightly varying angles, making it impossible for her to move any part of her lips or lower jaw.
"I trusted you," Bonnie kept saying, over and over again. " I trusted you and you betrayed me. I'm the mistress and you're the slave and you tried to get away. You're going to pay for this."
There was sheer terror on her face as she clutched her by her hair and decided that that was the proper way to drag her back up the stairs. Taking her by a hankful, she dragged her along the floor, her arms, clutching at her leg to try to reduce the searing pain that the hair pull was causing.
Up each stair she let her body bump until finally, gratefully Crissy thought, they were on the second floor.
Now she dragged her into her bedroom, and threw her in front of the floor hooks.
"You little slut. You're going to be sorry for what you did."
She already was, the tears welling up inside of her eyes. She looked at her pleadingly, but it was no use. She had played her one ace and had blown it.
And she still had to go to the bathroom.
She made her stand up, in spite of the fact that she was all dirty and grimy and ungroomed from the little episode that had just transpired. She forced her to put her hands over her head, causing her to go up on her tiptoes.
When she did, she easily secured each of her hands to the lengths of chain hanging down.
Next, she went to work on her feet. She did first the left, then the right, attaching them each to a ring cuff that was attached to the chain.
Next, when she was satisfied with the way she was hung, she walked slowly around her.
"Little slut," she whispered. " Little tramp. I know what to do with unruly slaves."
She thought she was carrying all of this entirely too far. And she would have told her so if her mouth weren't so severely taped.
"I want you out of those messy clothes," she said, enraged at the fact that she had trusted her her and had been let down; tricked; phonied into almost being a first class sucker.
She put her hands on the material just in front of her tits and with one quick and sure yank, pulled it away, ripping the silken body robe into two pieces that clung to her hands as it fell away from her body.
Now she was completely nude.
"You're filthy," she spat, disappearing into the same bathroom she'd tried to escape from.
The first thing she did was to shut that damn window. She hated drafts.
Next, she washed her own hands thoroughly. She detested dirt, especially if it wasn't her.
After that, she grabbed a towel and soaked it in the sink, after which she soaped it up to a rich lather.
When she returned, she found her, in spite of her anger, most desirable as she hung there in front of her. She was almost moved to forgive her to let her down and let her fuck her. but she knew she could never trust her again. It was going to have to be this way from now on.
She used the towel on her washing her down, making sure that she got every inch of her. especially her tits, ass, and cunt. She wanted those to be immaculate, of course.
And she was very careful with her face, until. after almost forty-five minutes had passed, she was satisfied that she was clean enough for her to play with.
During all of this, she totally ignored her sobbings and pleadings, made through the tape. Every time a tear fell from her eyes, she coldly washed it away.
When she was finished, she stared at her for awhile, then, came up close to her. face to face, her body not three inches from her, and with no warning, shoved three fingers coldly into her pussy.
Just above where the black, impossibly thick dildo stood, waiting for her to be lowered ... waiting with the sharp hook-like teeth all around it.
It served as the best kind of warning!
Crissy jumped noticeably, not ready for that sudden, assaulting move on her person. She wasn't sure what she was going to do next, but she was horrified when she saw the look on her face.
She was going to make her come.
She started moving about her pussy, and within a matter of seconds, she started to soak up. She had unusually big fingers for a boy her size, and as they masturbated her, the three together felt like one oversized cock.
In spite of her fear and her crazed look, she began to warm to her again. She was so ... strong, she thought, so forceful. She couldn't help but begin to respond to her ministrations.
When she took her fingers out, she noticed a look of sadness cross her face, as if she wanted her to go on doing what she'd been doing forever.
But she had bigger fish to fry.
Reaching into her bag of supplies, she managed to pull out a gigantic vibrator, on of the better ones, that worked on three batteries. It was long and stiff and made of black plastic, and when Crissy saw it, her eyes widened with apprehension. No, she thought, she's not going to use that on me ... she's not....
But she was. That was the whole idea. Clicking the thing on, she began with her tits, letting just the very edge of the massive vibrator touch them. She enjoyed the way her tits jumped out at her as if they had a life of their own. They wasted no time in straining, like two growing buds, until they each stood an good half inch up and away.
Crissy twisted from the sensations, although her movements were mostly restricted by the chains and cuffs. Still, she was able to get her message across. She was getting very hot and bothered by the little electric buzzer, and was struggling to do something about it.
Bonnie slowly began to move the thing down her body, letting the sweat that had already formed on her stomach coat the thing. Lower, lower, still lower she went until she was just above her pussy. She could see that her clit was already starting to protrude in the sheer anticipation of the vibrator.
She didn't touch it right away, preferring instead to massage her cunt lips.
She threw her head back in a combination of frustration and sheer heat, as she mercilessly played all the way around her pussy, without touching the clit. She knew that unless she brought the vibrator right on to that, she would go crazy before she would get off.
Even when she shoved it up her pussy and held it there while she looked in her eyes, and watched her swoon with delight, she still couldn't get off.
Now. she reached once more for her roll of tape. Watching her with the frightened eyes that grew wider and more apprehensive with every moment, she couldn't believe what she did to her next.
She shoved the vibrator in as far as it could go, a good ten inches at least, and held it there while she ripped off a piece of the tape with her teeth.
Satisfied that she wouldn't move, she removed her hands from the vibrator and taking the tape, put it across her pussy, so the thing was now taped in her.
She was shaking her head back and forth, sweat breaking out on her forehead, and she paid no attention to her at all.
She was concentrating, instead, on applying the tape, ripping pieces off and sticking them on her pussy, until, satisfied, she had put more than eight pieces into her like that.
She looked at her with a pleading, begging look. She tried to talk through the tape but it was no use.
The gentle, easy, yet insisted vibrations from the thing were driving her into a genuine frenzy. Never, never in her entire life had she been so worked up as she was right now. She thought she was going to lose it right there. The vibrations were emanating in larger and larger circles, as if she were a pond and someone had thrown a rock right at her center. Yet, for all the pleasure she was being afforded, she wasn't able to get off with it, because Bonnie had cleverly left her clitoris untaped.
In this fashion, her clit was not receiving any kind of tactile stimulations, and therefore it was unable to push her over the edge.
She smiled. She knew she would do anything now to come. She would get down on her knees and blow her in Macy's window if she would only touch it, just once, touch it just one single time with her fingers. She'd give her anything, be her slave for life, if she would just stop this incredible torture.
But she had no intention of that. She preferred to watch her, to study her as she shook and undulated in the most lascivious fashion, as she tried in vain to get free.
She wasn't going to do this to her. She wasn't going to be this cruel, for she knew that this was about as cruel as you could get to a woman, but she deserved it.
She decided to leave her like this while she made himself come coffee.
"Mmmmmffff...." she cried out through the tape. making barely more noise than a muffled whisper, as she implored her not to leave her like that, but her pleas fell on purposefully deaf ears.
As she struggled and shook on her bonds, she went downstairs to the kitchen and took out the electric percolator.
She put some coffee on and made himself another sandwich, humming and enjoying the breaking morning. She was playing a little game with himself, making believe this was her house and she was growing up rich, in the suburbs of Queens, getting himself ready to go to work, which of course she was.
She sat down, poured himself a cup of fresh, black coffee, ate her sandwich, sat back and relaxed, taking as much time as she felt like taking.
Almost a full half hour had passed since she'd shoved the vibrator in Crissy. She wondered how the poor dear was doing. Taking one final stretch, and one final sip of coffee, she decided to go back upstairs and check her out.
She took a full cup of the hot steaming coffee with her.
She couldn't believe the difference in her when she laid eyes 'back on her. She was like a wild woman now. The effects of the vibrator were, electric, to say the least. Her hair was all wild, and her eyes were almost completely out of her sockets. Her body was filled with sweat, and she was heaving, breathing in dangerously short breaths.
"Have you had enough?" she asked her, and she shook her head, violently, up and down.
"Do you promise to be a good girl from now now one?"
Again, she shook her head.
"You were a very bad girl, weren't you?"
"Yes," she said through her gag. She knew that she was prolonging her agony, and doing it on purpose. This was all part of the punishment.
"Do you want to come?"
She shook her head even more vigorously than before.
She smiled. She had about fifty more questions she wanted to ask her, but she decided to give her a break. Putting her hands on her clit, she barely touched it before she went wild, pushing back and forth on it, moving her ass up and down and all around, and coming in the longest, most luxurious orgasms in a woman she'd ever witnessed.
"There, there," she said, soothingly, as she wiped away the sweat from her face.
She then reached down and switched the vibrator into the off position. It was like throwing the off switch on the lights of Times Square. Suddenly, with one violent motion, she slumped in her bonds, hanging there with her legs spread, in a dead faint.
She'd managed to get her off, and her body was now reacting. She supposed it was a good thing she did it when she did. Otherwise, she might very well have passed the point of no return. That would have been awful. What a waste.
Of course, Bonnie wasn't that worried. She knew just how far she could take her. She sat back down on a chair nearby, kicked her feet up on the top of her bureau and easily and relaxedly had her last cup of coffee.
When she finished, she carefully went to work removing the tape that was holding the vibrator in her pussy.
It wasn't easy, but she managed to get it out, just as she was coming to. She thought she could make out her sighs as the thing came easily sliding out, covered from tip to top with her pussy juice.
"Open your mouth," she said to her, once, as she ripped off the tape that had gagged her.
No sooner was it removed than she opened her mouth to receive the vibrator.
She knew what was expected of her and wasted no time obeying. She was going to be a very good girl from now on.
She sucked on the black plastic thing, putting on quite a show for her, trying to please her. Her entire focus now was on her mistress. Gone were the thoughts of trying to escape. Gone were the thoughts of trying to outwit her. All she wanted to do now was to make her happy.
She had succeeded in the first phase of her training program. She had turned her; made her a prime slave.
Now, the fun was about to begin, she had plans for her. Great, complex plans of punishment that would carry them through this day and into the night.
If, when she left, she were still in any way an independent, free woman, she would consider himself a failure.
The only question left was when she was going to remove her mask.
She knew there would come a time when she would let her see who she was. When she would want her to see who she was. That was part of it, that was part of the psychological warfare of what they were up to.
When the time was right, when she was sure she was completely in love with her,-then she would reveal himself to her.
What a moment that was going to be. Here was Crissy, the haughtiest girl in school, the girl who completely ignored her, and she'd been the one to fuck the living shit out of her.
She took the vibrator out of her mouth.
"Was that good, baby?" she asked her.
"Yes, mistress," she said, in that soft, subdued tone that told her she was no longer playing a part, but living a role.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you now?"
"No, mistress."
"I'm going to whip you."
"NO."
"Yes. I'm going to whip you until you beg for mercy. Do you understand...."
"Oh, please don't do that sir ... I promise I'll be a good girl....
"But you promised that to me before and you tried to get away."
"I'm sorry...."
"Sorry's not good enough...."
"Please...."
"It's no use. You might as well prepare yourself."
With that, she pulled out a long black whip from her bag, with several loose ends on it. She was going to give her a beating she would never forget.
If she lived long enough to remember it, that is.