Chapter 2
There was something about Mack that was very frightening. I'm not going to pretend there wasn't. But, and I hope you understand what I'm saying here, it was that very fright which made what was happening now so ... unbelivably sexy. I truly think that every girl in the world wishes her man were hotter, sexier, and maybe a little more dangerous than he actually is.
And if they could only convey that, maybe there wouldn't be so many divorces, or other women ... or "other" women ... if you get my drift.
So, what can I say, I had no complaints, really ... 1 was quite into it ... even if it was a little on the kinky side.
What harm could it do, I told myself. So he wants to tie me up a little. So what, really ... What harm....
Before I could finish my thought, he was putting his arms around my hips. "Ohhhh...."
He didn't say anything. Instead he lifted me over his shoulder and started to carry me, as if he were a fireman and I wa caught in a blaze.
Which, come to think of it, I was ... a sexual blaze ... a sexual blaze the likes of which I'd never known before....
"Mmmmfff...."
I wanted to ask him where he was taking me, and what he thought he was going to do with me when he got me there ... but that damn gag....
Now, I was really curious.
I mean, how many places are there in a small place like his?
I didn't know for sure, because of how disoriented I was, but I felt as if a door were opening and we were going down a long staircase.
And then, when I felt the change in the atmosphere, I knew I was right.
We were in a long corridor, and then, an open wide room.
A basement!
It must have been a basement. And now, I was being stood up ... back on my own feet....
Not that I was able to walk, mind you ... oh, no ... there was no way I was going to be able to do that, not with those pesky ropes around my knees and my ankles....
There would be no walking for me this night!
Instead, I was made to stand in front of what felt like, from behind, where my fingers could still feel, even though my wrists were tightly bound, a cool, stiff pole!
Mack gently pushed me into it and held me there, until finally, I was being lashed to it! Just like that!
Lashed with more of that leathery thong material ... the kind that held me tight against the wall ... What was a poor girl like me to do? 1 had no idea....
All I knew, I was being worked to within an inch of myself, and couldn't believe it....
I mean, within a matter of moments, my hands were untied and then re-tied behind the pole....
A leather thong was attached to my roped ankles and I was made to press against the pole.
Now, 1 felt a little like Joan of Arc....
I mean, here I was, lashed and bound, and there was nothing I was going to be able to do about it!
Except take it.
And it dawned on me that it would be awfully hard to fuck me with my legs together.
That was what he was going to do, I figured ... I mean, why else abduct me like this, right?
Wrong.
Well, not exactly right, and mostly wrong.
He had some other ideas in his head.
Ideas that I was now to discover.
For one thing, he was very much into tits.
I would find out much later, when he would be into explaining, that the reason he chose me for this ... work of his, as he so humorously put it, was because of my tits....
He could tell even through my dress they were fabulous, and virginal ... that no man had properly ... what was the word he used? Oh yes, properly "worshiped" them.
Well, they were his now.
The way he had me lashed, they were pressing out, as my back was slightly arched outwards.
He was standing in front of me now, and my mouth was still gagged.
"Beautiful," he murmured ... "Just beautiful...."
"Mmmmfff...."
"There's no way you can talk ... I've taken care of that pretty well...." Hadn't he!
The only thing I could do was drool ... Drool as he held me fixed. And now....
Now he was a going to start ... To start to work on me ... Seriously.
He came up to me and stroked my face again.
I started to realize that this was some sort of ritualistic gesture on his part, designed to make me feel comfortable and dependent on him at the same time.
It worked!
Now, as his hand caressed me, his other one began to fondle my tits again.
He'd done this much before, and I wasn't thrown by it....
Until now....
Now, he was working me a little harder than the last time....
And now, he dropped his other hand to my tits and began to squeeze and roll them through his fingers, like thick unleavened pizza dough!
Fabulous....
Really incredible....
And I thought I was going to go out of my mind with it....
Until he began to work them even harder....
Pinching and squeezing them ... working them up into a frenzied lustful squeeze that I thought was goin to drive me simply out of my mind!
"MMMMMMFFF...."
"Yes, it feels good, doesn't it ... doesn't it, baby ... "
"MMMFFFF...."
Good? I suppose it felt something like good ... but it felt more like something like bad ... and I wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean....
Except that there was a gnawing, pulling effect on me, and it was starting to really ... get to me....
I mean, I've only had my tits fondled in the most loving fashion by the few men who've gotten that far....
But nothing like this ... Absolutely nothing like this! He was starting to hurt me ... He was really starting to hurt me, the way he was fondling me....
"MMMMMFFFF...."
"I know," he said, with a wicked smile on his face. I bet he knew....
I bet he knew exactly how it was hurting....
I started to move my head from side to side ... I couldn't get over it ... really ... it was hurting too much....
"MMMMMMFFF...."
"Relax ... I'm almost finished ... try to take it...."
I was trying my best! But it was still hurting so much ... And then, finally, he let his hands drop. I opened my eyes, which I'd been holding shut tight during the treatment and looked at him. He was on fire ... I could tell....
Standing there now in only his leather underwear, his hot, hard chest heaving as he worked on me....
"Yes ... baby ... so good ... it's so good...."
I couldn't answer him. My eyes, I knew, were telling him that it really hurt, but that didn't seem to hold any weight with him.
None.
He was too busy and too content to let me suffer the way I was, to notice there was even the slightest complaint involved.
Not Mack!
He was loving this oh so much! Too much!
I thought he was loving this entirely too much for my satisfaction ... And I was going to have to do something about it! But what? I was helpless ... His prisoner ... And he knew it....
Now, my eyes widened in real horror. Why?
Simply because he was reaching for ropes! He was carrying ropes in his hands! What....
What was he possibly going to do with those! I knew of course....
I knew instantly, but I didn't want to admit it ... I didn't want to admit that I knew ... Because, I guess, somehow I was wishing I was wrong....
That he wasn't going to do what I thought he was....
But no, there was no way out of it....
He was aiming to please ... himself!
Now, without saying a word, he took the rope and put it behind my back, holding it there and slowly winding it around....
Slowly....
Agonizingly....
Until it came to the front of my tits ... where he did an interesting little move of reversing it, so that he was forming a figure eight around my lovely, beautiful and perfect tits....
"MMMMMMFFFF...."
I moaned with an uneasy discomfort....
What....
What was he doing to me....
He was working my breasts really hard now, and each time he did another loop with that rope, he tightened it and began to make my poor lovely titties stand right out, all perky and hard ... And I mean hard!
They were standing flush at attention, as they were being looped between the lashes.
It was really starting to hurt now ... the blood was being forced to gorge outside the rope, causing my breasts to swell and get redder and redder....
And I loved that....
I really loved that....
The way it came into me....
The way it felt as it really worked itself up....
So good....
And he knew it.
He looked at me sharply as he continued to make my tits get harder and harder....
I'd never felt anything even remotely like this.
It was as if he wanted my tits to be like his cock ... to get a tit hard-on....
Well, I had a hot flash for him....
It was working....
It was working just fine!
And now....
Now, I didn't think I was going to be able to stand much more of this ... I really didn't....
I was on fire, and going to stay that way ... Until he decided I'd had enough ... Yes....
I said on fire....
Because the way he was working me I was definitely starting to feel my temperature rise....
It had something to do with the way he ... was caressing my nipples now!
Right through my swollen tits....
Right at the end of them, his fingers were working me....
Working me up smooth and hard ... Driving me crazy....
Now, I turned my head fast from side to side....
I couldn't take much more of this....
He was torturing me....
Torturing my tits....
And driving me crazy!
"MMMMMMFFFF...."
If I could only speak....
If I could only use my mouth....
But I couldn't.
This was all so well coordinated.
So well planned.
To work exactly as he planned!
The cad....
The brute....
The incredibly loving captor! Yes....
I had to admit it....
Even though he was driving me crazy, there was a part of me that he was ... driving crazy! I a special, sexual way....
I mean, I couldn't believe it....
My tits were ... like ... supercharged ... the way they were responding to his touch....
As if he were working them with little jolts of electricity....
And I had no idea what he was going to do....
And how he was going to do it....
I only hoped, now, that he fucked me soon....
I mean, I'd been tied up for so long ... I couldn't take any more of this....
Now ... now he was reaching into a black leather bag he had.
All right....
That was no problem....
What was he going to do with it....
What could he possibly do with that....
Oh no!
Clamps!
I recognized them right away ... They were metal clamps ... Was he going to ... No....
He couldn't....
He really couldn't....
I didn't think he had the nerve....
No one would....
OH GOD ... HE WAS....
HE WAS GOING TO PUT THEM ON MY STIMULATED NIPPLES.. NO.. PLEASE.. NO.. NOT THAT.. NOT THERE ... NO....
"MMMMMFFFFFF...."
My struggling and pleading through my gag only made him crazier....
He couldn't get over it....
He seemed to feed off my begging....
Now, he held one of my bound tits in his hand and smiled at me.
"Relax," he said, in that Velvety voice of his.
How cruel!
Relax!
How could I? How could anyone?
Now, my eyes were practically bulging out my head as I watched, with amazement and tremendous fear, as he took the first clamp, and holding my breast in his hand, began to work on it ... slowly ... twisting the top of the clamp until it was on my nipple....
I could feel the smooth steel as it got tighter and tighter around my tits....
Oh God!
He was unbelievable....
And now, with this next twist, he got it completely closed, and pressing on my nipple! "MMMMMFFF...."
"Shhhh...." he said, softly as he continued to twist it tight....
Ohh ... God ... you have no idea ... I still shudder when I think about how that felt ... about how that felt when he did that to me....
Like he was really going to drive me crazy....
"MMMMMFFFF...."
It was tight enough!
I tried to convey that to him, but all that I got for my efforts was more drool down the side of my chin....
Can you imagine?
Just when I thought he was going to be finished with his fiendish torture he was just beginnning ... Just beginning to work me ... And I was going really crazy now ... Just crazy with it....
My hips were moving back and forth ... My ankles were trying to, but they were too tightly lashed....
There was nothing I could about it ... Nothing....
Except let him continue ... And continue he did ... Tighter and tighter he did it ... Twisting the cold steel into my poor, defenseless nipple!
"Nnnnnnn...."
It was hard for me to move ... to try to speak, to do anything, except take what he was giving me ... And he was giving me so much!
"Yes," he finally said, when he looked into my eyes, his hand on the clamp, watching my reaction as he kept on slowly ... inexorably twisting it closed....
"You like it ... you know you do...." I shook my head no!
"Yes ... it's so good ... being tied and tortured ... you knew it was going to be good when you let me pick you up ... now you're feeling the effects ... and you love it ... you just love it...."
How could I tell him that he was wrong ... that I didn't love it....
That I wanted him to stop....
That I would do anything if he would only ... stop....
But he wouldn't....
There was no way he was going to stop ... I could see that now ... Much to my horror, he was only beginning. Finally ... when my nipple was practically spalyed out into two dimensions, he smiled and let it go ... Still clamped, but let go ... So he could begin to work on the other one! NO!
IT WASN'T FAIR!
NOW HE WAS GOING TO DO ME ALL OVER AGAIN....
ON THE OTHER SIDE ... This was too much for me....
I didn't think I was going to be able to take much of this....
Not the way he was handling me ... I was going out of my mind ... And then, I screamed ... Or tried to....
Through that damn ball gag ... as I felt the cool steel of the clamp coming down on my other nipple.
"I'm going to flatten this one too ... you'll see ... your nipples are going to be flattened ... so good...."
I was really frightened....
He was a madman....
I could see that now.
I could see there was no hope for me ... no hope at all....
There was nothing I was going to be able to do ... I was trapped ... Trapped like a little weasal ... And he was the jaw-bone spring action that had me.
Oh, I'd heard about men like him ... men who like to taunt and tease women....
Men who got a sexual thrill out of making women ... beg and prey for mercy....
Now, I was afraid that he was going to go after the ultimate thrill....
And snuff me....
But I couldn't think about that now....
I just couldn't ... What was the point....
What was the point in being more afraid than I already was?
He'd done his job ... He'd terrified me....
And now, I was just hoping that somehow this would all end soon.
I looked down at my own tits, and saw them all bound and clamped, and I just couldn't belive it....
He was staring at me now, holding my tits in his hands lightly, caressing me....
"Yes...." he said, "You like it ... you like it so much...."
I couldn't move....
My dress was still hanging down in front, and a new jolt of fear went through me when I realized that now he was slowly lifting it ... lifting it up ... revealing first my stockings, and then my garter belt ... with my naked thighs ... of course....
He was driving me crazy....
And he knew it....
"Lovely," he said, softly.
"You have lovely thighs ... let me look at them...."
And now he sank to his knees....
My beautiful tighs were totally exposed to him now....
I couldn't believe it!
He leaned forward and began to lick the smooth milky skin of my flesh!
And he slowly worked his way up to my hairy bush....
My hairy busy of pussy!
He could smell it....
He could sniff this stuff out....
And he was doing a wonderful job.
He was an animal.
A pussy predator....
And I was the poor victim.
Still on his knees, he tucked my dress into it's own belt so it hung up there....
"That's right ... that's it ... let me see you naked now...."
How could I not have worn panties? What was I thinking?
Good God, was I secretly encouraging all of this to happen?
Jesus...! hope ... not?