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  “You know, I won’t claim that it’s all luck that I ended up with such a beautiful and delicious little kidnap victim.” Her captor spoke as he moved from camera to camera again, replacing the film in each as he went. “I might have still picked you if you were a more average specimen, though I might also have looked elsewhere for a more pleasing target.”

  The thick rubber ball in her mouth was maddening, in some ways even worse than the restraints that imprisoned her wrists and ankles. Unable to close her mouth, her jaw stretched uncomfortably wide, she could feel drool already threatening to slip beyond the ball and past her lips. As she struggled to come to terms with this unwelcome intruder in her mouth, she saw her captor’s eyes return repeatedly to her body between adjustments to each camera. The hungry look in his eyes and the way that his gaze continued to drink in the sight of her tanned legs, her cuffed ankles, her feet in their sandals, and her drenched and slender waist and breasts, spoke volumes. She closed her legs once more, reflexively, and winced at the sensations from the vibrator. She could feel the wetness of her panties against her flesh. Regardless of what he might say, money was only part of his motivation. She was sickened by the way his eyes lingered on her, wishing that she had worn jeans or something else that would have protected more of her body from his lusty gaze.

  “There. All set.” He smiled as he finished with the last camera and returned to her side carrying a small bag. “Ready for the next party game?”

  Futilely, Jessica shook her head in response to his question as he knelt down beside her. With a hand between her breasts, he pushed her backwards, forcing her to lie down on the hard ground with the cuffs trapped beneath her. She was grateful when he turned her over to lie on her stomach, her breasts and left cheek pressed to the concrete. Her whole body shivered, a little from a combination of the chill of the near drowning and the work of the vibrator, but mostly from the icy terror that gripped her. She felt him straddle her, his knees on either side of her legs. She choked in revulsion behind the gag as she felt what could only be his hard cock against the back of her thigh through his jeans.

  “I’m afraid that I forgot to pick up a donkey, princess.” His voice dripped with mock disappointment as he uncoiled the bundle of soft rope. “But I don’t think you’ll mind stepping in for the role, will you?”

  Jessica grunted incoherently behind the gag as she felt him wrap a doubled-over strand of the rope around her neck. She squirmed helplessly beneath him as he drew the ropes down her back and then began to wrap them around her upper arms, drawing them slowly together behind her. Her cheek resting in a puddle of her own drool, she screamed into the thick rubber in her mouth as he drew on the ropes until her elbows touched behind her back, pulling her shoulders uncomfortably backwards. He continued to move down her arms, gradually welding her forearms together with ever-tighter coils of the rope, pausing only for a moment to remove the cuffs from her wrists and drop them to the floor next to her. What should have been a moment of relief offered her none, as tight coils of rope replaced the relatively loose confinement of the handcuffs.

  “Scoot back a bit, will you, princess?” he chuckled as he moved back to sit on the backs of her knees and then reached underneath her hips to pull her waist up off the floor. “Thanks, sweetness.”

  Jessica’s stomach fluttered nervously as she felt him pull up on the lower hem of her top, baring her flat belly. She panted through her nose, drool sputtering from her mouth as she tried to plead with him behind the gag. She felt him wrap the end of the rope from her arms around her bare waist, pulling it tight until it dug into her smooth flesh. She grunted as he tied the ends of the rope in place around her stomach with a pair of final tugs. The tug of the tight rope into her belly seemed to intensify the efforts of the vibrator. She whined softly as she felt herself beginning to gradually approach climax against her will. She hated her body for its betrayal of her mind as it found pleasure in this horrific circumstance. The rope around her waist pinned her bound hands to the small of her back, and she sobbed helplessly, mewling behind the gag as despair filled her.

  “Are you figuring it out yet, princess?” he asked, leaving the remaining ends of the rope to dangle on the ground in front of her as his hands moved over the sides of her hips, “recognizing just how bad this is all going to be for you?”

  The walls felt like they were closing in on her as his hands roamed over her hips and down her trembling thighs while the cameras continued to snap more pictures of her torment. She felt small and powerless beneath him and in the firm grip of his ropes. It seemed like she couldn’t get enough air through her stuffy nose, sobbing and panting desperately as she squirmed in the tight ropes. Once more, she felt his hands slip beneath the hem of her skirt, lifting it up to expose the firm globes of her pantied ass. She cried out as she felt his hands on her bottom, her whole body quivering under the merciless attentions of the vibrator.

  “Yours is quite possibly the most luscious body that I have ever seen, princess,” he practically purred as he ran his hands over her bottom. “It seems like a shame to mar such a perfect ass, but hopefully there won’t be any permanent marks, and it’s for a good cause after all.”

  His words sent a shiver down her spine and she bucked beneath him, yanking at the ropes that welded her arms together helplessly behind her. The cuffs on her ankles clinked noisily against the concrete floor as she kicked at them. She heard him unzip a bag and craned her neck to see him remove a heavy staple gun and a bundle of paper strips in the shape of donkey tails. Hot tears stung her eyes as she realized what was coming, and she squirmed beneath the weight of her captor as she felt a piece of the paper and then the tip of the staple gun press against her right ass cheek through the thin material of her panties.

  “This is going to hurt a lot, I would imagine,” he chuckled.

  Jessica screamed as he pulled the trigger and the cruel staple bit into the tender flesh of her ass. She yanked at the ropes on her arms and tried to twist free as the little piece of metal stung her like a wasp. The sharp jolt of pain from the staple seemed to flash through her body to meet the pleasure that radiated between her legs, somehow intensifying it.

  She panted, whimpering behind the ballgag as she felt him line up the gun against her other asscheek, and then cried out as it fired again. It was painful, but made worse by the humiliation that accompanied it and her complete inability to stop it. Tears streamed from her eyes, mingling with the pool of drool that was collecting on the floor against her cheek.

  Jessica screamed into her gag, bucking against the hard floor as a third staple drove into the tender flesh of her ass. The rush of pain seemed to release a floodgate as she felt herself catapulted past the brink of orgasm. The powerful sensations washed over her body as she panted and sobbed, losing herself in the rush of ecstasy. She quivered uncontrollably as the vibrator continued to thrum inside her acutely sensitive pussy while she cried, the sensations quickly becoming overwhelming.

  Laughing, he slipped from her back and she quickly rolled over onto her side as he knelt next to her. She wanted to yank the wicked staples from her ass, but the ropes on her forearms and waist kept her from being able to reach. Trembling, she looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes as he reached for the pocket that contained the remote.

  “Did my pretty little princess orgasm?” he asked as he pulled the remote from her pocket, holding it up for her to see as he spoke, “would you like this turned off now?”

  “Uhhh… huhhh…,” Jessica moaned around the gag, nodding quickly and desperately.

  He laughed as he flicked the remote, and Jessica’s body shuddered as the wicked vibrations finally came to a stop. Reaching down, he unlocked the cuff from her right ankle and left the wired remote to lie on the floor. Her right foot was freed from the other ankle now, but the left was still locked to the ring on the floor.

  “Do you like to play with sex toys, princess?” he asked, and Jessica quickly brought her legs together as his hand slipped ben
eath the hem of her skirt once more.

  She felt his hand against the wet front of her panties, fingers pressing into the sheer material and moving it around against her flesh. She looked away from him, biting down on the ball, as she felt him press the material between her nether lips. Hands balled into fists, she pulled at the ropes, making them dig into her waist as she strained.

  “I guess that’s enough pin the tail on the donkey,” he laughed, slipping his hand back out from under her skirt. He grinned wickedly as he gathered up the two free ends of the rope that dangled from her waist. “What do you say we try another party game?”

  Shaking her head, she tried to resist as he bent her free right leg at the knee. Despite her attempted resistance, he put his weight into it and easily moved her leg into place. When the heel of her sandal pressed against her ass, he wrapped one of the free ends of the waist rope around her thigh and ankle. She watched helplessly as he used the rope to bind her thigh and calf together, her foot twitching nervously as he tied off the end of the rope.

  “I’m afraid that the donkey wasn’t the only thing that I forgot to bring, princess,” he spoke softly as he unlocked both of the cuffs from her other leg. “I also forgot to bring the piñata for the party, so I’m going to have to press you into service again.”

  Screaming into the gag, she fought him desperately, kicking wildly with her free leg as the cuffs were removed. Her helplessness was an oppressive weight, threatening to shut down her entire body as she struggled. Though she knew that it was futile to fight him now, bound so tightly in rope and with only one leg free, it was the only way to force her mind to focus on something other than despair. Despite her frantic kicking, he finally managed to get her knee bent and then to wrap the other free piece of rope around thigh and ankle like the first. Lying on her back, her arms bound tightly together beneath her, no longer able to stretch out her legs or do much more than rotate her feet, she panted for air through her nose as she watched him put the finishing touches on his rope work.

  Standing up to straddle her body, Jessica watched her captor reach up to grab a rope that dangled down from the rafters above. On her back, she tugged at the ropes that bound her, fighting with all her might against them as she struggled to unbend her knees or wiggle free of the ropes that pinned her forearms together beneath them. Looking down over her body, she saw her breasts heaving beneath her damp top, the tight rope digging into her smooth belly with each tug on the ropes on her arms beneath her. Her thighs trembled from the exertion of fighting the ropes that coiled about them. Her skirt had ridden up with the struggle, revealing the wet stain on the front of her panties beneath and the wire that protruded from them.

  “I didn’t think you’d mind piñata duty, really,” he spoke, reaching down to turn her over onto her stomach again, and then tapping one of the staples that held a paper tail in place, making her wince. “After all, you are already in costume.”

  A feeling of hollowness filled her as she rested once more on her stomach, her cheek back in the puddle of drool she’d left on the floor earlier. Her feet twitched in nervous anticipation of what was in store for her. She tried to focus on the rage that she felt toward her captor, toward this man sworn to uphold the public safety who was now treating her so wickedly. The anger refused to stay with her, however, leaving in its place a feeling of helplessness and self-pity. She hated the feeling, having always considered herself a person who would never give in to despair. It seemed that the ropes were robbing her of more than just the ability to move as she wished.

  “Eeesshhhhh…. Ehhhttt… Eeehhhh…. Oohhhh…” she struggled to speak around the thick rubber ball in her mouth, wanting more than anything to be able to plead for his mercy as she felt him tie the end of the rope in his hand to those that held her elbows together.

  “I’m sorry. I couldn’t quite make that out,” he laughed.

  Jessica began to sob once more, dejected, as she felt the rope on her arms gradually begin to lift up toward the ceiling. At first, it was only uncomfortable to have them lifted, but when her chest rose off the floor and the weight of her upper body came to rest on her shoulders through the poorly designed rope harness, discomfort became genuine pain. She snorted through her nose in protest, a muffled cry escaping her lips as she continued to rise until her knees left the floor. Gradually, her whole body dangled by the rope on her arms.

  “This is where things really start to hurt, princess,” the black-clad man said softly as he tied off the other end of the rope with which he’d lifted her, stopping her assent at his chest level. “This is where you really earn me my money.”

  The ropes bit painfully into Jessica’s stomach and arms as she dangled there before her captor, spinning slowly. She could feel the numbness spreading through her forearms as circulation was cut off by the unbearable position. She whined continuously behind the gag, squeezing her eyes closed tightly as tears and drool spilled to the floor beneath her.

  A searing flash of pain flashed across her left thigh and she threw her head back in a primal scream as something lashed wickedly across it. Recovering from the attack with desperate breaths drawn through wide nostrils, she spun slowly until she could see that her captor now held a long thin rod in his hands. Her whole body tensed in anticipation, but there was nothing she could do to avoid the next blow, a cruel slash across her tortured upper arm. Dangling, already in pain from the pressure on her petite body, she could do nothing to stop the barrage of lashes that he rained down on her. Only those parts of her body covered by the maddening ropes were saved from the assault of the wicked rod. She jerked and quivered with each brutal strike.

  “Shit,” he swore, and she moaned in relief as he lowered the rod, “out of film.”

  Jessica’s body convulsed as she dangled from the ropes, gasping and panting for air as she struggled to calm herself. It felt like every square inch of her bare flash was on fire under the cruel attentions of the wicked rod. She stared at the floor, quivering uncontrollably. She watched the drool collect beneath her and listened to the sounds of her own labored breathing. She was almost grateful that she couldn’t feel her arms anymore, but at the same time she was terrified about what the lack of feeling could mean.

  “The birthday celebration is almost over, princess.” The return of her captor to her side made her jump in the ropes in surprise, and she trembled fearfully. “No more party games. Now it’s just time for some cake and ice cream before bed time.”

  Jessica groaned from somewhere deep inside her, sputtering as she tried to beg him to let her down, but her lips could not form the words. She saw that he held a long red tapered candle in one hand, and a lighter in the other. He lit the candle, holding the flickering flame only a few inches from her face as she tried to shy away from it.

  “Unfortunately, I didn’t remember the cake either. God, you must be so disappointed in me. But I did remember to bring a birthday candle.”

  She winced as he grabbed hold of her hair and drew her face closer to the flame. She could feel its heat on her cheek and she squeezed her eyes shut as she whined. Laughing cruelly, he moved the candle away and then pulled her head down, causing her to tip forward slightly as she dangled. She screamed into the gag as she suddenly felt a burning pain on the back of her neck, the shock rushing down along her spine. For a moment, she thought that he had burned her directly with the candle, but as the wax gradually cooled and hardened against the skin on the back of her neck, she recognized it for what it was. She jerked against the ropes as the searing pain returned, this time a trail of it down her trembling upper arm.

  “Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it, princess?” he hissed, and she screamed again as more of the scorching wax fell on the small of her back, dripping down over the bare sides of her stomach. “I wonder if those cute little feet of yours are very sensitive.”

  Trembling in pain and fear, she felt him take hold of her left foot. He forced his finger between the bottom of her foot and the sole of the sandal, creating a
gap. Whimpering in anticipation of what was to come, she tried desperately to pull her trapped foot away from his iron grip. Throwing her head back, she screamed as hot wax dripped down onto the tender arch of her sole, searing the vulnerable flesh and dripping over and between her toes. When he released her foot, she rotated it as much as her bonds allowed, trying to find comfort by rubbing it against her other foot as well as she could.

  Moving behind her while she struggled for relief, he stepped in between her legs, forcing them to remain open. Recognizing this change in position, she tried to close them but her knees were stopped by his hips. He placed his free hand on her quivering left thigh to hold her in place. A flash of white pain crossed her vision as the wax dripped down onto the soft inside of her left thigh. She bucked wildly in the ropes as it spread out before hardening, its inner core remaining hot while the cooled outside held it in place. Before she could recover from pain to her left thigh, he dripped more down onto her right, and she screamed and bucked against the ropes.

  “God, I don’t think you have any idea how hard you are making me right now,” her captor hissed as he held tight to her thigh while her body convulsed in pain, “and just think, princess, I don’t even have your clothes off yet.”

  Recovering slowly from the assault of the wax, his words sunk into her. The ‘yet’ struck especially close to her heart. In her state of helplessness, it hadn’t really occurred to her that she was still wearing all of the clothing that she had been wearing when she left home earlier in the evening. How much worse would this torment have been if he’d stripped her first? Would he continue these cruel tortures for as long as she was here, and later in the nude? Was he going to rape her? The answer to the last question seemed glaringly obvious to her, bringing new tears to her eyes as she hung helplessly.

  She groaned as she heard him walk away, shuddering in her bonds. Her head hung down as she tried to ignore the pain that consumed her senses, the acute pains of the lashing and candle wax blending with the ongoing agony of the suspension. She fantasized about a SWAT team breaking down the door and her captor dying in a hail of gunfire before they cut her free, but had no real hope that it would come to be. Who better, she realized, than a police officer to know exactly how to get away with a crime? But still she clung to the slim hope of rescue, telling herself that she only needed to hold on until help arrived.