Submission in Seattle (3 page)

When Victoria
awoke the next Sunday morning, she remembered that she had given the
housekeeper the day off.  She was alone in her very large house.  It had twenty
three rooms, an outdoor swimming pool that was of little use in Seattle, and a
smaller house for the servants.  Cole hadn’t told her when she would be
kidnapped, but since he had asked her where she would go and when, she expected
it to happen when she left the house to have lunch at her favorite Sunday
restaurant.  She told her driver to take the day off, so she would be free to
go out alone.

After a very light
breakfast, she got into the shower and started to shave.  She always shaved her
labia and left just a little triangle of hair above. After shaving, she spent
several minutes stroking herself and thinking about what might happen to her
later that day.  She was reasonably certain that Cole had understood her
requests for rougher play.  Just as she was on the verge of coming, she stopped
the erotic self-stimulation in order to leave herself with a nice edge.  “Oooh,
gotta stop now," she said to herself.

Having a hair
stylist on call, she normally did not wash her own hair.  Unfortunately, the
stylist was not available today and she resigned herself to being without her
perfect hairstyle until tomorrow.  It’s going to get messed up anyway, she
hoped.  Reaching for the shampoo, she proceeded to wash her long blonde hair. 
It pleased her to see that she remembered how.

With her eyes
tightly closed, she put her head under the shower stream and rinsed out the
floral scented shampoo.  Without warning, a strong arm reached past the frilly
shower curtain and wrapped around her waist.  She was lifted completely out of
the tub and a black cloth bag was placed over her head before she could
identify the intruder.  She hoped it was Cole, but she wasn’t expecting him for
a few more hours.  With her heart pounding, she said meekly, “Howard, is that
you?”

The intruder was
in the process of pulling her arms behind her back and snapping a pair of
handcuffs on her wrists.  A muffled voice said simply, “Shut up, Bitch!”  It
didn’t sound at all like Howard.  She was completely terror-stricken.

Still damp from
the shower, naked, handcuffed and shivering with fear, she was forced to walk
through the house to the garage.  The intruder lifted her into a vehicle that
seemed to be a van of some sort and pushed her down onto the carpeted floor. 
He strapped her down firmly to the floor with several wide nylon straps that
felt like rough seat belts, then covered her with a thick, soft quilt.  She was
unable to move or see, but she heard someone get into the driver’s seat.  Then
the garage door opened and the van drove out.

When her panic had
subsided a bit, she called out to the driver, “Who are you, where are you
taking me?”  He ignored her completely.

Oh God, I’ve
really been kidnapped! she thought in panic.  Her corporate security department
had warned her that this was a possibility and now it had happened.  She felt
very frightened, but at least it was warm beneath the quilt, which was
apparently filled with goose down. Maybe they’ll just keep me for a few days
until the ransom is paid.  I certainly have enough money for that, she mused.

The pressure of
the tight straps and the gentle rocking movement of the vehicle gradually
calmed her and created a warm submissive feeling. Somehow the feeling combined
with her fear and produced a subtle erotic aura.  Blinded by the cloth bag and
completely immobile, there wasn’t much to do but relax. 

After a long time,
the van seemed to drive into another garage and she heard the electric rumbling
as the door closed.  The unseen driver opened the side door of the van and
released the straps.  With upward pressure on her cuffed wrists behind her
back, he forced her to walk into a house and down a flight of stairs.  She
thought she was in a basement, but it was quite warm and the floor felt like
smooth varnished wood.  There was a slight smell of perfume, or was it incense?

Still without a
word, the man pushed her face down onto a firm bed and removed the cloth bag
from her head.  Before she could turn to look at him, he placed a padded
leather blindfold over her eyes that was held in place with a strong elastic
band.  She was surprised when he took a minute to comb out her damp hair and
dry it with a towel.  The touch of the comb felt very intimate.  Damn, I’m
getting turned on, she realized.

Then the handcuffs
were removed and leather bindings of some sort were firmly attached around each
wrist.  He pulled her across the smooth floor and attached her wrists to
something in front of her.  A moment later, her arms were pulled straight up
above her head. She was able to keep the strain off her wrists by holding a leather
strap that crossed the palm of each hand. 

She didn’t know
what to expect next.  The kidnapper still hadn’t spoken more than three words,
so she had no clue as to why she had been forced into this humiliating
position.  Except for the leather restraints on her wrists, she was totally
naked and exposed to anything the kidnapper wished to do.  She could feel that
her large breasts were nicely displayed by her raised arms.  She was very proud
to have such attractive breasts at her age.  As her ankles were fastened to the
floor about two feet apart, she struggled between fear and arousal.  When she
thought about how her shaved cunt was now exposed, she knew that arousal was
going to win.

The man removed
her blindfold.  He stood behind her so she still couldn’t identify him, but she
could tell that she was in a darkened room with a single spotlight shining down
on her.  Nearly blinded by the sudden light, she could just make out the shape
of a video camera on a tripod with a red light blinking.  Perhaps the kidnapper
was making a tape to send with a ransom note?  Who would be looking at that
tape?  The thought made her hold in her stomach and thrust out her chest to
show off her lush figure.

The blindfold was
suddenly replaced, but not before she had looked down at her nude body and
noticed how her firm breasts were thrust forward and her nipples were as hard
as little rocks.  The feeling of debasement was strong and it stimulated an
increasing wetness between her legs.

The kidnapper
decided to enjoy himself a bit and started slowly caressing her.  No kisses, he
didn’t want her to feel his beard.  Seeing her without her usually perfect
hairstyle made her seem more than naked.  The strong spotlight emphasized the
fashionable paleness of her skin.  Her milky white breasts were made to be
offered in this position, he thought.  He made sure to pinch and twist the
erect pink nipples, then squeezed each breast hard several times.  He lifted
and dropped each one repeatedly to appreciate their resilience and weight. 

Reaching down
between her legs, he started to lightly stroke her slightly damp cunt.  Hmmm,
freshly shaved, he noticed.  After a few minutes, he found her clitoris, which
was as hard as her nipples.  She jerked when he touched it, betraying its extreme
sensitivity.  The ankle restraints made it impossible for her to bring her legs
together, granting him free access to her erotic center. 

After several
minutes of light touching and teasing, his semi-willing victim was nearly ready
to scream from frustration.  Removing his hand from between her legs, he
stepped back and picked up a four foot single tailed whip that his years of
practice allowed him to control perfectly.  To make sure that it was properly
flexible he cracked it in the air a few feet behind Victoria’s back.  The sound
was like a small caliber gunshot.  He enjoyed seeing her jump and fight against
her bonds.  

The threatening
snaps of the whip frightened Victoria and she began to make sexy whimpering
noises as she realized that she did not have the slightest control over what
was going to happen next.

With a series of
gentle overhand strokes, the braided nylon cracker on the end of the whip
started to kiss her pale skin.  Just a light snap on her shoulder blade, then a
stronger one on her left ass cheek.  The impacts burned like fire for thirty
seconds, then left a hot glow behind.  Very light strokes alternated with
moderate ones for several minutes, leaving distinct red welts on her upper
back, buttocks and thighs. 

There was a slow,
regular rhythm to her punishment that added to her arousal and her desire to
surrender herself to her captor.   Every ten to fifteen strokes, the whip would
crack near her helpless body with a loud report, re-igniting her fear.  A few
strokes began to creep around her generous hips leaving more raised red stripes
there.

She could feel
every one of the burning welts, although she had lost count after fifty lashes.

The thrill of
dominating the normally haughty woman was making him hard and his rapid heartbeat
was almost audible.  “I feel so alive when I do this,” he thought.  There was
an almost painful pressure as his cock tried to find a path for expansion. He
would have to remove his jeans soon if this continued and he decided to pause
for a moment to regain control.   To regain his composure, he concentrated on
his technical skills and carefully used a backstroke to place several lashes
between her open thighs, setting fire to her already overheated labia.

He walked around
her, admiring her body and noticing how vulnerable she looked, blindfolded and
hanging there within easy reach.  I love the way this position emphasizes her
hipbones and the way her breasts stand out and beg for attention, he thought. 
He sensed that it was time for another hard stroke, this one needed to strike
an unmarked area of white skin just below her well-shaped right bottom cheek.

By this time,
Victoria was sure it was Cole.  He was playing her like a musical instrument. 
Nobody else understood her responses well enough to do that to her.  Gasping
between lashes, she cried out, “God, you’re good Howard.  I’m so horny I could
die!”

Pulling the
blindfold off, he smiled and said, “You are such a slut, Vicky.”

“I am not a slut!”

“Yes you are. 
Look how wet you get when you’re tied and whipped.  I’m not stopping until you
admit it. Admit that you’re a horny little tramp who needs to be dominated.” 

He adjusted the
overhead rope to pull her wrists higher, forcing her up onto her toes.  The
harsh restraints stretched her voluptuous frame to its limits.

She turned her
head to get a glimpse of Cole standing behind her.  The handsome face with its
sinister beard and the studious glasses reminded her of how hot she was for the
man.  The pressure of her arms against the side of her head told her that her
damp hair was nearly dry and must look horrible.  It was bad enough being put
on display in such a lewd manner, but she shuddered with humiliation at the
thought of being seen without her usual perfect hairstyle. 

Cole didn’t mind a
bit.  He thought that her nicely stretched body looked quite delicious,
especially when forcibly stripped of its artificial decoration.  He moved
around in front of her and carefully aimed the thin whip at her right breast.

“No!  Please...
not my tits!”

 She moaned and
watched fearfully as the tip burned a red line into the inner curve of her sexy
cleavage.  She tried to shake her chest from side to side to spoil his aim, but
he slowly covered her thrust out bosom with one stinging welt after another.  The
delightful jiggling of her breasts only spurred him on.  He saved her engorged,
sensitive nipples for last.

She was biting her
lip to keep from saying the one humiliating thing that would make him stop,
when she realized that he was taking aim at her highly aroused left nipple. 
She was a strong willed woman, but her eyes opened wide when the whip lashed
her helpless teat.  Almost instantly, before the pain could arrive at her
brain, he had done the same to her other nipple.  Throwing her head back she let
out a long scream that echoed off the walls of the large room.  Hanging there
whimpering as the pain in her breasts slowly diminished, she said, “You’re
right, Howard, I am a slut.  I need to be fucked so bad I can’t stand it
another second.”

“So, you’re a
horny little slut, are you?  You’ll have to beg me to fuck you.  Do you want it
that bad, Little Vicki Slut?”  He slid three fingers inside her while using his
other hand to lightly brush her abused nipples.

Victoria sucked in
a huge breath as she felt her vaginal muscles relax and invite the invading
fingers deeper.  A large quantity of her slick fluid flowed onto Cole’s hand. 
She was terribly embarrassed by her obvious need, but it didn’t stop her from
begging.