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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2020 9:35 am
Part XII
As I step back into the lavish guest room, I notice a freshly-made Jim Beam and Coke sitting on the minibar bench. As I walk over to it I notice Jewel stretched out in a very comfy-looking white dressing gown, sipping her Absinthe and watching Ridiculousness on Foxtel.
I can't help but smile as I pick up my drink and walk over to her - she really is amazing. Despite the ordeal she just went through, she is completely at ease and chilled, returning my smile as I approach the bed, seemingly unfazed by the whip marks I see clearly marking her skin. I feel a flash of anger at the sight, but I need to keep cool. Jewel might not like what I have planned, and I can't risk her noticing my mood.
'Find the bathroom ok?' Jewel asks. I nod. 'Yeah, it was easy enough.' Jewel points to a nearby ensuite. 'You didn't notice that, dumbass?' she says with a cheeky smirk.
I feign dumb as I plop down next to her on the what I now discover is a VERY comfortable bed. 'Apparently not, but it gave me the chance to stretch my legs,' I say with a smile.
'I better make sure I don't nod off with her,' I think to myself as I get comfortable and we start to cuddle. We talk about a variety of things - work, friends, details of the evening so far. Jewel doesn't seem to blame me for her punishment, but I sure do. I feel the guilt building as I wait impatiently for her to fall asleep. The craving for a cigarette I feel doesn't alleviate my guilt either.
But finally, I notice the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, her eyes held closed. She's asleep. I carefully extract myself from her, doing my absolute best to not wake her. As I roll off the bed and stand, I turn back to her, breath held. But she is motionless apart from her breathing. 'Perfect,' I think as I turn and head for the door.
As I make my way through the dark mansion, I'm acutely aware of every sound. However, the almost-pitch darkness makes it pretty easy to see there's no cameras - no little red lights anywhere to be seen. I notice the winding staircase at the end of the hallway - they must be upstairs somewhere.
I'm about to climb up when I realize - I'm outnumbered three to one, and I'm gonna need some tools. 'Hang on, they chloroformed me, didn't they?' I think to myself, straining my memory. Yes, back at my apartment! So........
I turn to the door leading to the bondage den. 'Good a place as any to start looking,' I think to myself as I push the door open, flicking the lights back on. I head over to the many cupboards and drawers dotted around the room, ruffling though their contents wildly. Nothing of use is jumping out at me - it's mostly bonage tools - ropes, chains, gags and toys.
'Man, these guys are really well stocked,' I think to myself as I make my way through the room. 'But goddamn it, there's nothing of u - oh hello!'
I can't contain my smile as I pull a small black-box looking chunk of plastic, with prongs. A tazer..... I cast my eyes around the room. There's lots of potential in here, but Jewel is sleeping right next door. But then I notice it.
The room I now stand in, the windowless, well stocked den of pleasure and pain, is soundproofed. My smile grows even wider. 'Right. Let's get my slaves.
I flick the light off as I walk out, just in case Jewel happens to wake up and look for me, before heading up the staircase. I'm not sure what to expect as I round the top and behold a part of the mansion I haven't yet seen.
It looks basically the same actually, another hallway stretching away with doors dotting the sides. Up here though, the hall is much wider - more its own room than anything else, with three doors on the left, two on the right.
I see one is open, spilling yellow light out into the darkened space outside, fortunately for me it's the furthest door possible. I immediately begin to hear voices.
'Do you think we went to far with Jewel?' I recognise Gemma's voice. 'Nah,' I hear Jasmine respond. 'She's tougher than her boy toy. I really hate men that lack confidence at the best of times, but that dude is pretty fucking hot! I don't get what his damn problem is.'
I blanch at the back-handed compliment, my hand involuntarily twitching toward my face. 'She thinks I'M hot? Huh. I mean, I'll take the compliment, but it won't save you. The conversation continues.
'Jewel seemed pretty damn upset though,' I hear Ashleigh say. 'Yeah, maybe I could've gone a bit easier on her, but I wanted to make sure Boyd understood. I doubt he'll smoke again, while he's here anyway. I can't see Jewel complaining about that.'
I hear the two girls mutter in agreement with Jasmine, then the conversation turned to more standard girl talk, boys and romcoms and shit. 'Fucking vomit,' I think to myself. I wait, patiently, until finally, about twenty minutes later - I hear it.
'Be back in a second guys, just ducking to the bathroom.' I hear Gemma say. I duck into the shadows furthest away from any door, and wait. The shadow of Gemma walks out of the room, turning left, towards me. That's good, I was worried the toilet might be directly opposite. But to my absolute shock, she heads for the staircase!
'All the toilets are downstairs!?' my mind screams at me. Oh damn, there IS a God, and he's on MY side! I give it a few moments before I follow, quiet as a cat.
Once I reach the bottom, I open the door closest to the staircase and stand in the darkness, waiting. A few minutes pass, and I hear a distant flush. Then, light spills out from the door way at the other end of the hall, and Gemma steps out. She approaches the staircase, closer, closer, closer........
Zap! I was expecting a louder noise as in one movement I clamp my hand over Gemma's mouth and with the other jam the tazer into her back. I feel her jolt and I take no chances, holding the button until I feel her go limp. I stop, check her pulse. Perfect, she's fine.
I look around and, seeing nothing but darkness, pick her up and carry her into the bondage den, closing the door behind me. I waste no time grabbing some ropes, and set to work. I bind her ankles, knees both above and below, and her upper thighs.
I then move on to her wrists, cinching them tightly before moving up and doing the same above and below her elbows. Then, to finish, I pull her into the tightest hogtie I can - her feet are almost touching her butt as I pull the rope hard.
I hear her groan beneath me as I fasten the ropes. I take a step back and admire her body - her ample chest straining the thin fabric of her top, her exposed navel, her curved rear. 'Patience, Boyd. You have all night.
And then I have a thought. I pat her pockets - she's wearing simple denim jeans and a croptop so there's not many places to hide a phone. I finally find it, tucked into her bra. I shoulda checked there first, really.
As I pull it out her eyes finally focus and she realizes who has done this to her. 'What, what the fuck, dude?' she says groggily. I don't answer, simply walk over and grab the nearest ballgag.
I return to her side with it and some wadding, cramming first the wadding between her teeth and then the large red ball, buckling it tight. 'Scream for me,' I say. Gemma just grunts at me, staring daggers. I sigh, before bending down and grabbing her left nipple through her top - twisting it hard. 'Scream,' I repeat, twisting harder. She obliges. 'Hmmmm,' I say, 'that might not keep you quiet enough while I get the others.'
I walk away, returning with a roll of gleaming duct tape. Gemma's eyes widen and she starts to shake her head and splutter through the gag. But I simply smile evilly as I begin to wrap loop after loop around her head, her noises growing softer and softer. I use the whole roll before standing up.
Finally, I can scan her phone, it's a thumbprint unlock! Thank god. I press her thumb to the screen, unlocking it, before I go into her contacts and find what I need - Ashleigh. I quickly scan her last few texts to get an idea of how Gemma talks, and then I start typing.
Hey girl! I'm just down talking with Jewel. Boyd has left over what we did and she's pretty upset about it. She wants to talk to us, but she blames Jasmine so maybe leave her up there for now? Love ya babes, xoxox
I hold it up to Gemma's eyes. 'Think she'll buy it?' I say. Judging on the (quite muffled) wail from Gemma, I think thats a yes.
Well lads, hope you enjoyed that part Soon we will have three lovely ladies in captivity and then, the fun, shall begin
As I step back into the lavish guest room, I notice a freshly-made Jim Beam and Coke sitting on the minibar bench. As I walk over to it I notice Jewel stretched out in a very comfy-looking white dressing gown, sipping her Absinthe and watching Ridiculousness on Foxtel.
I can't help but smile as I pick up my drink and walk over to her - she really is amazing. Despite the ordeal she just went through, she is completely at ease and chilled, returning my smile as I approach the bed, seemingly unfazed by the whip marks I see clearly marking her skin. I feel a flash of anger at the sight, but I need to keep cool. Jewel might not like what I have planned, and I can't risk her noticing my mood.
'Find the bathroom ok?' Jewel asks. I nod. 'Yeah, it was easy enough.' Jewel points to a nearby ensuite. 'You didn't notice that, dumbass?' she says with a cheeky smirk.
I feign dumb as I plop down next to her on the what I now discover is a VERY comfortable bed. 'Apparently not, but it gave me the chance to stretch my legs,' I say with a smile.
'I better make sure I don't nod off with her,' I think to myself as I get comfortable and we start to cuddle. We talk about a variety of things - work, friends, details of the evening so far. Jewel doesn't seem to blame me for her punishment, but I sure do. I feel the guilt building as I wait impatiently for her to fall asleep. The craving for a cigarette I feel doesn't alleviate my guilt either.
But finally, I notice the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, her eyes held closed. She's asleep. I carefully extract myself from her, doing my absolute best to not wake her. As I roll off the bed and stand, I turn back to her, breath held. But she is motionless apart from her breathing. 'Perfect,' I think as I turn and head for the door.
As I make my way through the dark mansion, I'm acutely aware of every sound. However, the almost-pitch darkness makes it pretty easy to see there's no cameras - no little red lights anywhere to be seen. I notice the winding staircase at the end of the hallway - they must be upstairs somewhere.
I'm about to climb up when I realize - I'm outnumbered three to one, and I'm gonna need some tools. 'Hang on, they chloroformed me, didn't they?' I think to myself, straining my memory. Yes, back at my apartment! So........
I turn to the door leading to the bondage den. 'Good a place as any to start looking,' I think to myself as I push the door open, flicking the lights back on. I head over to the many cupboards and drawers dotted around the room, ruffling though their contents wildly. Nothing of use is jumping out at me - it's mostly bonage tools - ropes, chains, gags and toys.
'Man, these guys are really well stocked,' I think to myself as I make my way through the room. 'But goddamn it, there's nothing of u - oh hello!'
I can't contain my smile as I pull a small black-box looking chunk of plastic, with prongs. A tazer..... I cast my eyes around the room. There's lots of potential in here, but Jewel is sleeping right next door. But then I notice it.
The room I now stand in, the windowless, well stocked den of pleasure and pain, is soundproofed. My smile grows even wider. 'Right. Let's get my slaves.
I flick the light off as I walk out, just in case Jewel happens to wake up and look for me, before heading up the staircase. I'm not sure what to expect as I round the top and behold a part of the mansion I haven't yet seen.
It looks basically the same actually, another hallway stretching away with doors dotting the sides. Up here though, the hall is much wider - more its own room than anything else, with three doors on the left, two on the right.
I see one is open, spilling yellow light out into the darkened space outside, fortunately for me it's the furthest door possible. I immediately begin to hear voices.
'Do you think we went to far with Jewel?' I recognise Gemma's voice. 'Nah,' I hear Jasmine respond. 'She's tougher than her boy toy. I really hate men that lack confidence at the best of times, but that dude is pretty fucking hot! I don't get what his damn problem is.'
I blanch at the back-handed compliment, my hand involuntarily twitching toward my face. 'She thinks I'M hot? Huh. I mean, I'll take the compliment, but it won't save you. The conversation continues.
'Jewel seemed pretty damn upset though,' I hear Ashleigh say. 'Yeah, maybe I could've gone a bit easier on her, but I wanted to make sure Boyd understood. I doubt he'll smoke again, while he's here anyway. I can't see Jewel complaining about that.'
I hear the two girls mutter in agreement with Jasmine, then the conversation turned to more standard girl talk, boys and romcoms and shit. 'Fucking vomit,' I think to myself. I wait, patiently, until finally, about twenty minutes later - I hear it.
'Be back in a second guys, just ducking to the bathroom.' I hear Gemma say. I duck into the shadows furthest away from any door, and wait. The shadow of Gemma walks out of the room, turning left, towards me. That's good, I was worried the toilet might be directly opposite. But to my absolute shock, she heads for the staircase!
'All the toilets are downstairs!?' my mind screams at me. Oh damn, there IS a God, and he's on MY side! I give it a few moments before I follow, quiet as a cat.
Once I reach the bottom, I open the door closest to the staircase and stand in the darkness, waiting. A few minutes pass, and I hear a distant flush. Then, light spills out from the door way at the other end of the hall, and Gemma steps out. She approaches the staircase, closer, closer, closer........
Zap! I was expecting a louder noise as in one movement I clamp my hand over Gemma's mouth and with the other jam the tazer into her back. I feel her jolt and I take no chances, holding the button until I feel her go limp. I stop, check her pulse. Perfect, she's fine.
I look around and, seeing nothing but darkness, pick her up and carry her into the bondage den, closing the door behind me. I waste no time grabbing some ropes, and set to work. I bind her ankles, knees both above and below, and her upper thighs.
I then move on to her wrists, cinching them tightly before moving up and doing the same above and below her elbows. Then, to finish, I pull her into the tightest hogtie I can - her feet are almost touching her butt as I pull the rope hard.
I hear her groan beneath me as I fasten the ropes. I take a step back and admire her body - her ample chest straining the thin fabric of her top, her exposed navel, her curved rear. 'Patience, Boyd. You have all night.
And then I have a thought. I pat her pockets - she's wearing simple denim jeans and a croptop so there's not many places to hide a phone. I finally find it, tucked into her bra. I shoulda checked there first, really.
As I pull it out her eyes finally focus and she realizes who has done this to her. 'What, what the fuck, dude?' she says groggily. I don't answer, simply walk over and grab the nearest ballgag.
I return to her side with it and some wadding, cramming first the wadding between her teeth and then the large red ball, buckling it tight. 'Scream for me,' I say. Gemma just grunts at me, staring daggers. I sigh, before bending down and grabbing her left nipple through her top - twisting it hard. 'Scream,' I repeat, twisting harder. She obliges. 'Hmmmm,' I say, 'that might not keep you quiet enough while I get the others.'
I walk away, returning with a roll of gleaming duct tape. Gemma's eyes widen and she starts to shake her head and splutter through the gag. But I simply smile evilly as I begin to wrap loop after loop around her head, her noises growing softer and softer. I use the whole roll before standing up.
Finally, I can scan her phone, it's a thumbprint unlock! Thank god. I press her thumb to the screen, unlocking it, before I go into her contacts and find what I need - Ashleigh. I quickly scan her last few texts to get an idea of how Gemma talks, and then I start typing.
Hey girl! I'm just down talking with Jewel. Boyd has left over what we did and she's pretty upset about it. She wants to talk to us, but she blames Jasmine so maybe leave her up there for now? Love ya babes, xoxox
I hold it up to Gemma's eyes. 'Think she'll buy it?' I say. Judging on the (quite muffled) wail from Gemma, I think thats a yes.
Well lads, hope you enjoyed that part Soon we will have three lovely ladies in captivity and then, the fun, shall begin