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A day in late
spring, and Claire was walking across Westminster Bridge on the early evening,
smiling as the passers-by looked at her.
The large tortoiseshell sunglasses shaded her piercing blue eyes, and
her greying red hair was swept back from her forehead.
Claire was a
woman who liked to dress in style, and she was wearing a short silk dress, the
top half blue with a red and white lozenge pattern, then moving into a skirt
that was gold with a larger baroque design on it. She was wearing an over sixed bronze leather
biker’s jacket, which covered both her bare arms and her bare back – the dress
was held up in a halter round her neck, a bow to the side.
Her legs were
in a pair of thigh high burgundy leather boots, which had a three-inch block
heel. Those heels clicked on the stones
as she walked along, and then turned at Westminster Station to walk down the
stairs to the Embankment. She smiled as
she did so, sensing the heads turning – and loving the attention she was
generating.
As she reached the
bottom of the stairs, she walked past the River Train station, and then stopped
to look out over the river, the London Eye turning on the opposite bank, a
smile playing on her rouged lips.
“Hello. Do not look round – the pressure you feel
against you back is the business end of a Walther PPK. Nod if you understand.”
Claire was
taken by surprise, too shocked to say anything as she slowly nodded.
“Excellent –
turn round, slowly, and you will see a van with the side door open. You are going to walk over and get into the
van, nice and casually. Nod if you
understand what is being asked of you.”
As Claire
nodded again, the voice said “good – now walk.”
She turned, whoever was behind her turning with her, and walked towards
the van she could see. The pressure was
constant on her back, as she stepped into the dark rear of the van – only to
have her arms taken by two men wearing suits, their shoes highly polished, the
ties neatly knotted under the collars of their shirts, the dark glasses
covering their eyes.
“What is this
about,” she said quietly as the door was closed.
“All in good
time – you need to be prepared,” the man behind her said as the pressure
against her back was removed – and then one of the men beside her pointed his
own gun at her, as her jacket was slipped off.
The third man removed her sunglasses, folding the legs and putting them
to one side as Claire felt her arms being drawn together behind her back, her
elbows touching as the rope went round and between her limbs. Doing this had the effect of pulling her shoulders
back, her chest forced out as she felt the ropes on her bare skin.
“Oh god,” she
whispered as she felt the tug and the tightness, then the same feeling around
her wrists as – whoever it was secured her wrists together, tightly, neatly,
snugly.
She flexed her
fingers, and tried to move, but it was almost impossible – and then she saw the
rope going round her body, pulled tight under her chest as her arms were forced
against her back. Her dress was already
stretched over her chest, but as another band went round her upper arms, the
material was stretched even tighter, and she felt the pressure of the halter
band at the back of her neck as more and more layers were added to the two
bands.
“Look, whatever
it is you want,” she whispered as the ropes were pulled tighter, “I can let you
have it, just…”
“We told you to
be quiet,” the man covering her with a gun said as he pushed a cloth into
Claire’s mouth, the edges sticking out from between her red lips as the rope
was fed between her arm and body under the lower band, and then pulled up and
back, Claire feeling the ropes as it was taken round the back of her neck, and
then fed under the ropes on her other side.
It was pulled back as she felt the ropes being secured, and then she
tried to twist round – only to feel the ropes rubbing on her. As she glanced down, she could swear she saw
the shape of her nipples under the silk…
“Hssthsfhrrhnshm.”
“No.” One of the men stood in front of Claire, and
doubled over a longer length of rope which he passed between the bands of rope,
between her breasts, and fed the ends through the centre before pulling them
down. This mad ethe loops of rope even
tighter, as Claire’s eyes opened wide when the rope was dropped down.
“NhhhshdnhuhdHHRRR.” Her muffled voice was raised as an arm went
between her legs, and then pulled the rope up and back, hiking the skirt of her
dress and rubbing on her between her legs as it was secured to the ropes at her
back. She groaned as she felt the ropes
there – going commando may not have been the best choice that day was the thought
uppermost in her mind.
She was made to
sit on the floor of the van, watching as the three men took a length of rope
each, and bound her ankles, as well as her legs above and below her knees, each
binding tight, each binding cinched between her legs. She sat there, too scared to move as one of
the men banged on the side of the van, and they moved off.
The cloth was
getting wetter in her mouth, soaking up the saliva, and every time she moved
the ropes rubbed between her legs, making her feel strange and uncertain. Almost as frightening as not knowing where
she was being taken.
Almost…
How long the
van drove for, she was not sure, but when it came to a halt and the side of the
van was opened two of the men in there with her lifted her up and carried her
out. They were in a garage – a large
one, as the third man opened doors and let her be carried into a large hallway,
then into a room with high white walls.
The room was tastefully furnished, with red upholstery on the chairs,
and paintings on the walls, a chandelier hanging down.
“Whhrhrhmmhh,”
she mumbled as she was made to kneel on the floor, and she twisted round – then
stopped as the ropes rubbed on her again.
The three men stood in front of her, then bowed before they turned and
left the room.
“HHHSHHLS!”
“Be at peace,
Claire.”
The voice from behind
her was cultured, deep, Claire taken by surprise at the sound of it and by the
footsteps she heard. There was the scent
of cologne as she sensed whoever it was kneeling behind her, and then saw the
hands that came round and caressed her chest.
The nails were neat, the hands soft – but the caress on her chest was
having a surprising effect on her.
“Is this not
good,” the voice said as he slowly moved those hands, stroking over her chest
as Claire closed her eyes. She did think
it felt good, but like this…
“Hrrruhhh? Lhtmhhghhh…”
“Be at peace
Claire – all I want is for you to feel pleasure,” he whispered into her ear,
and then she felt his kiss on her neck as his fingers started to slowly knead
her breasts. They were already sensitive
from the rubbing of the ropes during her trip, but what he was doing was making
her feel giddy…
“Thsshswhrrhnn…”
“Is it? Is it really so wrong for me to do this when
it feels like this,” the voice said, calmly, quietly as he pressed harder,
moving his hands as he did so, and she felt him stroke over her firm
nipples. Claire closed her eyes as he
did this, and pressed back, her fingers touching something hard as she did so.
“See? Pleasure can be felt on both sides,” the man
whispered into her ear as he squeezed, Claire moaning as she closed her eyes.
“Thssiswhrhhnnn…”
“No, it is what
you desire,” the voice whispered as the hands were taken from her chest, and
the cloth was pulled from her mouth.
Before she could say anything, however, she saw a metal ring covered in
leather in front of her, as the voice said “open your mouth.”
“No,” Claire
said as she clamped her lips shut – and then opened them to scream as her
bottom was smacked hard. Before she
could do anything else, the ring was placed in her mouth, the leather straps on
either side taken round her head and pulled tight as they pressed into her
cheeks. She felt the metal buckle at the
back of her head, and then looked up as the man walked in front of her.
He was wearing
a black leather vest and pants, and had a black mask like a wrestler would wear
covering his head, only his lips and eyes visible. He looked at Claire, smiling as he leaned
over her, and she felt him pulling on the rope between her legs as he tied
another length to it, and then pulled it up.
“Hhhsshwtjhsshs,”
Claire said as she closed her eyes, then opened them as she heard the zip
opening, and then saw his cock as it sprang out. It was large, and he smiled as he said “you
know you want to, Claire.”
“NNNNN.” She shook her head, and then groaned as he pulled
the rope between her legs, making her shiver.
“Do it, and you will know pleasure,” he said as he lifted her head and
looked into her eyes, his finger under her chin. “Do not do it, and you will know pain.”
Claire looked
at him, and then at his member, and nodded slowly, a tear running down her
cheek as she leaned forward and rubbed her lips on the tip, unable to kiss
it. He nodded as he said “you know what
you have to do, don’t you?”
She nodded as
he stood in front of her, and she moved her mouth over the organ, feeling it on
her tongue, tasting the sweat as he held her head in his hands, and started to
run her tongue over it. It responded
almost immediately, starting to swell as she felt the throbbing on her tongue,
and she started to bob her head to and fro as it enlarged and filled the
space. Her mouth was dry, but she had no
choice, no chance to argue as the cock effectively gagged her as well, the tip
touching the back of her throat.
But as she did
this, he pulled on the rope with one hand as he held her head with the other,
and she felt the ropes sink between the lips of her sex, felt the way it rubbed,
felt the sensations as it touched the most sensitive and secret parts of her
body, and her body shivered.
No – she
shivered as electric shocks started to rub up and down her body, and she
groaned, involuntarily starting to suck harder as she did so – which mad ethe
cock swell even more, and the throbbing seemed to change into a pulsing.
There was a
dampness in her legs as bad as the dryness in her mouth as she felt the
throbbing, as her body started to shake with each pull of the ropes, and she
felt what was coming.
He felt it as
well, as she heard his moan, felt the jerk in her mouth as she sucked harder,
tasted the salty pre-cum – and something inside her snapped as she growled, and
worked him even more.
When it came, it
was in two places – the hot salty flow that hit the back of her head, and the
fire inside as her whole body shook from the orgasm the ropes had
generated. It was the most glorious of
feelings as the flow went down her throat, and she swallowed greedily, on the
one hand wanting it to be over, on the other revelling in the feelings she was
having…
Eventually,
however, he withdrew, Claire gasping as a thin white line escaped from the ring
holding her mouth open. She lowered her head
as she gathered her thoughts, and then slowly raised her head.
“Wthhnhhh?”
“I will show
you,” he said quietly as he fastened his pants, and then raised her to her
feet, smiling as he walked behind her.
She felt his lips on her neck, and then gasped out as the halter was
unfastened, and her dress was pulled down, the ropes now nestling on bare flesh
as she stood, the white rope noticeably darker between her legs as she stood in
her boots.
“Whhhfuhdhnntht,”
she mumbled, saliva now running down her chin as she felt his hands on her bare
arms.
“So that I may
continue to show you pleasure,” he whispered into her ear before he untied the
rope that was between her legs, pulling it through as her whole body
shook. He then untied the ropes around
her chest, as she sighed at the way it felt as his hands passed over them.
“Hrruhfhffhnmh?”
“no.” A small word, a simple word, but it made
Claire feel delirious at the sound of it, at the same time as she felt
something like leather wrapped around her arms.
IT was puled tight, slowly, carefully, and then she saw the leather
straps as they crossed her upper body and were pulled tight.
She could not
move her arms, as the man slowly released her legs, and then said “come with
me.”
“Yhhshsrrr,”
she mumbled, not sure why she had said what she said as she was made to walk
out of the room, and out into the hallway.
The besuited man there bowed as she passed, and was made to walk up the
long staircase, wondering where she was going.
They stopped
outside a second door, the man there bowing as he opened it and she was
escorted inside. She looked round the
bedroom, and at the four-poster bed in the centre, before the door closed and
she felt his hand son her chest, the feeling somehow more intense given her
breasts were now exposed to the cool air.
He gently
massaged and groped her chest, as Claire closed her eyes and moaned, the same sensations
running through her – but more intense as she stroked and gently pinched her
nipples.
“HmmssnhhsNNNHHHH!” The scream came as he fastened the small
metal clamps to her nipples, and then walked in front of her, tearing two small
strips of duct tape from a roll and placing them over the metal. She looked at him through her tears as the
fire burned, and said “hhh…”
“To enhance the
pleasure,” he said quietly as he stroked over the tape, pressing down gently as
her whole body shook. She was then
walked to the bed and made to lie on her back, the leather covering her arms pressing
on her sweat covered back as he slowly bent her left leg, placing her ankle
against the back of her thigh.
She watched as
he took red rope, and tied it round her ankle and thigh, using several passes
and then cinching it between both parts of her leg as he tied the knot. Walking round to the other side of the bed,
he secured her right leg in the same way, then spread her legs apart as he looked
at her.
“Shall I
continue?”
Claire looked
up at him, and to her surprise nodded, the pain on her chest slowly abating and
replaced with w feeling she had never had before. He walked round and looked at her, before he raised
her head and unbuckled the ring gag, easing it out as Claire coughed.
“Why,” she
whispered as she looked at him.
“For pleasure,”
he said as he wiped her chin with a cloth – and then pushed it inside, her
cheeks puffing out from the inside before he covered her lips with strips of
the tape so that she was unable to speak.
She saw him smile and then saw him slip on a mink glove, before he
gently stroked her naked body, pressing on the tape strips over her nipples as
he did so.
“Hmmghddd,”
Claire said as she closed her eyes, her body responding to the soft caress as
she started to twist round. Her whole
body was shaking again as he moved his hand down between her legs, and stroked
up her damp clit.
“You see how I
can give pleasure, Claire?” She nodded
as he smiled, and said “do you give yourself totally to me, to share in and
feel that pleasure?”
“Yhshssss…”
“Yes who?”
Claire groaned as
he removed the glove, and inserted his finger past her petals, felt him touch
her there, and said “yhshsmhsthrrr…”
“Good,” He
stood up and unfastened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor and
pushing her legs apart as he looked at her.
She looked back up at him, and nodded as he kissed her between her legs,
then moved up and down. She looked up,
losing herself, anticipating what was to come and then groaning as she felt him
enter her, gripped him with her muscles as he started to move to and fro, and
she pushed herself up in time, wanting him, needing him.
Loving him…
The man outside
heard the muffled groans and then the scream, but said nothing, did nothing as
the door opened, and the masked man came out, removing the mas and running his
hand through his short dark hair.
“Orders, Your
Highness?”
The man smiled
as he said “allow her to rest, then ensure she is bathed and dressed. She is to join me for dinner later.”
“The chef has
asked what you wish him to prepare?”
“I will talk to
him after I have bathed. The contents of
her flat?”
“We are in the
process of collection – her clothes are due imminently.”
“Excellent –
nothing is too good for my new wife,” he said with a smile as he walked off,
the man bowing as he did so…