breakitthrough on Collarspace

8/30/2011 4:58:23 AM

It was dark and the sound or running water was audible in the distance. Most sounds were muffled by the soft cloth hood, but the water was unmistakable. Not the constant flow of a tap running but the slow high pitched squeak of a cheap toilet that never stops running. It was cold enough to realize that her toes were blue and the suspension straps that held hands over head caused her shoulders to cramp. She shook her head violently as she began to regain herself and the hood tied around her neck fell loose. By sucking in the free material at the bottom could be pulled into her mouth and she began to work the hood up from her neck into her mouth to try to clear it from her head. If she was persistent she thought she might clear it from her head. Right now all she had was time. Using her lower jaw and her lips she works the bottom up towards her mouth, almost choking on the amount of cloth that was filling her mouth. Before she could complete the imposable task the hood is ripped from her head, pulled from behind. ?We can?t have you choking on that thing.? That was all she heard. There were three lights pointed into her face that were blinding and added only to her confusion. With the hood removed, and her eyes slowly adjusting, she focused more on hearing. ?This isn?t what I signed on for? She couldn?t see who ever was in the room but she could hear the rattling of other chains and the muffled rumblings of someone in a gag somewhere else in the room. And she could hear the door close. She wondered if that was the sound of someone coming or going; she wasn't too sure which she would prefer. Cold, pained, and unable to go anywhere or see anything just yet, her mind wandered back to where her adventure had begun. ?Shit. I bought the package but not this.? Walking into the office flashed through her memory. The idiot behind the desk, making suggestions of mountain hiking or extreme dirt biking to a woman who would wear heels to the gym, and gets her nails done weekly might obvious be attempts to get her to start talking. The adventure posters, the vacation suggestion and the vague references to ?more? and finally the question about what she really wanted. ?Miss why are you here? At this she sees the opportunity to move in the direction she wanted all along. She bends forward over his desk and removes the scarf that is tucked into the low neckline of her dress and exposes the brown areoles of her right breast. ?I have a friend who suggested you and said she had a very satisfying experience through your organization. She dealt with David. Maybe I should come back when He?s here. ? With a self-assured look of realization he said, ?There?s no need for that, I?m Dave? The whole while, he eye's her - and removes a special photo album from bottom the desk drawer. "Have you heard about the other services we offer? The company has a Personal Adventure package. In this package you can design your own experience with only the limitations that you desire?. The album contained ?scenes" pulled from various sources and as they went through them he watched her reaction. He said to help her decided but she could tell why by the growing bulge in his pants and the desire on his face. With this, Dave the Dummy shifted into a whole new gear. It didn?t even sound like the same guy. The sales approach was polished, the poised and smile picked up as he began to fold the paper and close the deal. ?Those things that you always wanted to do, the things that ?nice? people don?t do.? The album pages turned as he spoke, showing some things she knew, and some things she want to try, now. ?Have you ever wanted to meet the guy that your mother you said shouldn?t or the jerk at the office, to see him get what he really deserved? How about giving you completely over to someone and putting the responsibility in their hands?? When she had walked through the door, she already knew what she had wanted. She didn?t stop him from leafing through the collection of ?experiences? though. Some were quite exciting and had actually begun to arouse her. After completing the showcase of erotica she announced it was the Kidnapping scene she wanted. He smiled and had her signature before she even realized what he was saying, folded the contract and arranged for her abduction sometime during the following week. The cold water hitting her body brought her back to the present. The shock was worst than a slap in the face, or so she thought now. That view of reality would change. She was suspended by her arm and standing, tip toe on a six inch square wood block that she guessed was about a foot tall. Because her hands were tied above her head she could not see her feet but the edges of the block and the way it tipped and rocked uncertainly made her very ?unsafe?. The water magnified the cold in the room and made keeping her balance more difficult. Her shoulders were now going numb and she was guessing it had been about an hour since she woke with the hood on. ?Comfortable?? He asked as he passed behind her. She could hear the flogger start to sing behind her in a rhythm that almost brought fear to her heart, but she was tough or so she thought. Then the leather took the first bite. The rhythm never stopped but the sting of the leather came at irregular intervals. The song of the flogger began to pick up intensity and the regularity of contact began to give her something to focus on besides the cold. As her ass began to be heated by the sting of the leather and the rush of the blood, she began to notice that her nipples began to ache from the amount of blood that they were holding. They were now larger and stiffer than she had ever known them to be. She wanted them touched and fondled and the bite of the leather pushed her closer towards subspace. By now she has almost forgotten the cold and has focused on the part that she loved. She let her head hang and began to push her ass towards the oncoming leather letting out a soft, slow moan. This was when He stopped. ?This has to last? and with that He let the flogging stop and began on the other piece of meat hanging in the locker. She could barely turn her head so with care she work her way around on her block so she could see what was going on about ten feet away. This time the first thing that she noticed was a whip and not a flogger that was in use and the victim was a man and not another woman. He was tied and suspended the same way as she and still had the hood on but for some reason he seemed wrong. That thought made her laugh aloud. ?What was right about me being tied like a Pig?? Then there is a flash of reality and the knowledge that the laugh would cost. ?Glad it funny. Hope you really enjoy it?. He didn?t sound too happy that she was even watching. A beat was never lost in the whips rhythm. She could she the leather begin to open the meat on the other back and the blood just begin to trickle in lines down the thighs and drop into pools around his foot tall block. But at this point she remembered his stance. She knew him. ?Have you ever wanted to meet the guy that your mother warned you about?? It was him!! ?Dave the Dummy? from the adventure office. Why the hell is he hanging like a side of beef? He is supposed to be running this thing. The hood is ripped behind him and his face is exposed to confirm to just what she thought. She is not sure if this is good news or her greatest fear. The shadows still prevent her from seeing the face of the man with whip but she can make out his form as he climbs the ladder and removes the ball gag in Dummy Dave?s mouth. ?I guess you two have a lot to talk about. Oh by the way there are no refunds or pro-rations?. This is said with a laugh and then the door closes again. ?WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!? That was the first thing that she could scream. Dave had been here longer than she and was in bad shape. He had suffered a lot more. ?Last week, right after you sign the contract a guy came through the door and the next thing I remember is wakening up in the trunk of a car. When it stops a guy in a hood open the trunk and rocks my world with a shovel and I wake up tied to this chain hoist. Lady what have you gotten me into??