Reading Time: 3minutes After my abduction, Celeste, Dominique and the eldest whom they called Auntie were in a playful mood and kept me in the bedroom with them. After my abduction, I had been allowed the luxury of a warm, soaking bubble bath which did wonders for my stiff and sore body
Elaine’s Story Part 2 – Her Abduction Fantasy
by Elaine
My days of captivity seemed endless with no hope of escape. Any hope of fleeing that was left within me faded with time as the Dommes continued to erode my resistance through humiliation, abasement and torture. The days were long and drawn out filled with the varied tasks I must perform while the nights were almost impossible to endure. Most of them were spent in solitary, helpless confinement. Tonight was a different story though, for while I was held restrained, I was not alone !
The three who had kidnapped me, Celeste, Dominique and the eldest whom they called Auntie were in a playful mood and kept me in the bedroom with them. After my abduction, I had been allowed the luxury of a warm, soaking bubble bath which did wonders for my stiff and sore body. But now it was time to pay the piper. I was summoned to the bed room and my captors attended me with vigor, Celeste laying on the corset, a stiff Victorian one which she laced with a vengeance! A reduction of almost four inches formed my midsection into a perfect Wasp like waist! Dominique busied herself with the lacing on of a pair of Ballet boots.
When she completed the addition to my ensemble my legs were rigidly held in leather from toes to my upper thighs. Straps about the tops of the boots were locked with tiny padlocks to remove any temptation on my part to loosen the laces. The punishing boots severely arched my insteps and worse yet had no heels! I was forced to stand on the tips of my toes. Dominique told me not to fret for I would not be standing too long. Auntie was working with my long hair, braiding it into a tight single pig tail. She plaited a long thin leather thong into the pig tail, weaving it securely she pulled and tugged on my tresses. Auntie worked swiftly and her strong fingers had restrained my hair so stringently that the skin about my upper face was drawn back causing my eyes to narrow into a permanent squint, giving me an almost oriental look. Breathing was severely hampered by the devilish corset which contained a heavy under wire stopping just below my breasts and causing them to blossom into voluptuous curves. I stood teetering on my toes, stiff as a board, wondering what the ladies were planning for me.
Supporting my arms, they moved me towards the bed. Wide,fur lined leather cuffs were locked about each wrist so tightly that my flesh bulged on either side of the restraints. It is important that they not slip you know cooed Celeste. With surprising ease, they lifted me from the floor and stood me in the center of the bed. The heavy mattress took my weight with hardly any indentation at all. Holding a short chain, Dominique climbed up beside me and soon had my cuffed wrists hooked high above my head to a solid fitting in the ceiling. Cuffs were buckled around my ankles and my legs spread apart. Working in tandem, the two younger women lifted my legs up and back, bending them at the knees clipping the ankle cuffs to hooks high up on the bed posts at the head board. Hanging from the overhead, my body was formed into a large bow, legs spread, ass up and breasts hanging down, perfect targets for the weighted nipple clamps that Celeste dangled before my narrowed eyes. I hung helplessly rigid about three feet above the surface of the massive bed. Auntie then adjusted my pig tail down the center of my back and laid the leather thong between the cheeks of my ass passing it through my legs bringing it forward against my clit. Standing at the foot of the bed, she leaned back and with all her weight pulling on the thong, tied it to the rail at the foot of the bed.
Her action abruptly jerked my head up between my arms, the pig tail tautened, my head was now putting full pressure of a cleverly positioned knot directly on my clit. As I tried to relieve the tension on my neck and shoulders, I was effectively and erotically arousing my self by causing the thin thong to see-saw back and forth between my legs. Tears filled my slitted eyes as the women settled on the bed ready to play with their human canopy throughout the long night.
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