C.U.F.F.S.

 

CHAPTER 24

(A HITCH IN THE PLAN)

 

Trent walked across the barnyard to his waiting slut slave. Susan looked utterly fatigued from both enduing the wicked jolts of electricity and her futile fight with her restraints. Trent cupped her sweaty tits and twisted the clips on her nipples until he finally got a reaction from her limp body. He loved having so much control of a lovely woman. And although he wanted and needed her cooperation when required, to be honest his greatest joy was wrenching a reaction from a woman and forcing her to comply. He observed as Susan’s body tighten and quiver from his abuse. Whether this reaction was from pain or pleasure or both, he took great enjoyment in provoking a response against one’s will. So often Trent’s victims would struggle not to cry or fight an orgasm but he knew a woman’s body and knew how to wrest what he wanted from them. Trent continued to twist Sue’s already swollen nipples until finally she gave up a muffled squeal from behind her gag. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” He thought to himself before looking down her body. An evil grin crept across his face when he noted that this slut’s cunt lips were puffy with her obvious arousal as well as leaking her juices.

 

It was time for both pleasure and reinforcement. Trent knew, however, he needed to allowed sufficient time so Bob would think it was travel time between the two of them. During this time, he began playing with Susan clit and sliding his fingers into her already wet cunt. He easily worked her up to the very edge of an orgasm before stopping completely. Susan moaned in heated frustration. This to her was more sadistic than all the electrical shocks she just tolerated.

 

Trent unclipped the lead biting her clit. Her body rose upward and she screamed into her gag as the blood rushed back. She couldn’t believe being released of the nasty clip could cause so much pain.

 

“I’m going to give you a choice slut.” He stepped back and made sure he had her attention. You can enjoy a climax with your husband watching you fucking me on camera. Or you can take 15 minutes of full power shocks to your nipples. Or you can beg me to fuck you and turning on the juice to your tits only when you are about to climax. Which will it be?”

 

Susan was horny and needed a fucking but this whole situation had pulled her back from the normal slut slave mood she often had fallen under during these conditions. “I don’t know what you mean.” Was all she uttered.

 

Trent’s voice rose in a fake anger. “It’s easy you stupid slut. You fuck me on camera with your husband watching or your nipples get lit up again or you fuck me and tell me how bad you want anyone to fuck you and when you cum, you get to feel the fireworks every woman wants to experience in bliss. Now choose or I will for you.”

 

“The last thing. The last one.” she blurted out. “No camera.”

 

“Ok, but listen to me slut, if at anytime while I’m fucking you, if I don’t think you sound sincere about wanting to be fucked or wanting the shocks to your tits, you will get all three.

 

Trent untied Susan while leaving the leads to her tits attached. He told her to lie down on the floor while he checked his hidden camera angles. “Start playing with yourself and begging me for my cock slut.”

 

Susan’s fingers went straight to her slit. She felt she could cum right then and there but knew if she did he might make her suffer all three of his scenarios.

 

“Please I need to be fucked. Please fuck me.” Sue’s fingers glistened with wetness as they plunged deeper into her cunt. “I need a cock anybody’s cock. Please!”

 

“What about your husband? What if he finds out?”

 

Susan stopped and looked over towards the man holding them captive.

 

“Who told you to stop slut? You aren’t very convincing to me. I think you get all three punishments.”

 

“Please no.” As soon as she begged, Susan realized her mistake. “Pleading only gets her worse punishments but it was this kind of reaction Trent was sure he could get from her.

 

“Now you only have two choices, slut. 25 minutes of full power to your tits or fuck me, beg for my cock, and when I ask about your husband, you will tell the camera you don’t care what he thinks. He got you into this situation with his planned ordeal and all you want is cock.” Trent pulled up on both nipple leads until Susan had to arch up off the floor. “You have this one last time to sound convincing and do it right or you and your husband will get the same punishment. You heard what he said after discovering you’d been fucking around with that salesman Larry. Do you want him to suffer more pain today?”

 

Things were happening faster than Susan had time to reason. Later, alone in the dark she thought about Bob seeing the special of her not only fucking but enthusiastically fucking her captor. When asked about her husband she said she didn’t care and only wanted a cock. He asked her if her husband was as good and she said no. Then just as she arched up in a colossal climax she couldn’t believe her own voice begged for the shocks to her tits. In spite of the pain to her tits she continued to ride out the orgasm. The several times she tired to reach of the clips with the leads, his hand stopped her and all she could do was bounce around on the floor and fuck his cock. Even Trent was surprised how strong her climax continued even while receiving full power to her nipples. It was one hot ride and one he knew he would repeat it often while he still possessed her.

 

But at the end, Sue made one more final mistake. As Trent removed the leads she noticed the camera was still on. She turned toward the camera and tried to relate a message to Bob that she was sorry and didn’t blame him. It was her fault for what was happening to them. Unfortunately, Trent wasn’t sending the feed live to Bob’s cell be rather he would see the edited version a half hour later. Susan earned herself another punishment but it would have to wait.

 

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Bob’s eyes were filled with tears as he watched his wife fuck a man more enthusiastically than he could ever imagine. He knew his wife had gotten deeper into the S&M scene but when she begged to have her tits shocked and knowing first hand how that felt really stunned him. But what was devastating was to hear her say she wanted any cock and confirmed his fears that she blamed him for their situation. Right then and there he was convinced he would do most anything to save her pain from his stupid move.

 

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By their 4^th day in separate captivities, Trent pretty much had them both pretty well down the road where he wanted them. Bob readily complied with any of Trent’s request after seeing what contraption or degree of punishment his wife would endure if he didn’t cooperate. Trent had him quit his job. He told his boss his wife’s family won a huge sum of money and they were packed up and moving to join them. He asked if his cousin Trent could pick up his final check. Needless to say they were none too happy with him. The stock and bond sales were next and even when the account manager warned him about huge tax considerations for cashing out, Bob insisted he needed the money. Signing over the car for sale was relatively easy. Now there was just the matter of the house and its belongings.

 

This was going to be a job for Susan.

 

Trent had tested her repeatedly with ample opportunity to try and seek help from outsiders. Of course this was rigged too but she came though without once attempting anything stupid. The house went up for sale so far below market price it sold in little over a week. It was while Trent had Susan in a scanty 6 inch skirt and blouse with only the last two bottom buttons left on it, conducting a yard sale that her biggest test came upon her.

 

Of course Trent could not have predicted every thing but he prepped Sue on many situations that might come up from being asked about her and her husband’s dramatic turn of events to her appearance. Each and every response he had directed her were demeaning to her. For instance, when Janet asked her what was up and where was Bob. Sue thought how to respond. She was told if anyone asked why they were moving she was to bend over at the waist to exposed her naked ass from under the tiny skirt and pick up a dollar from the tray from their sales and tell her it was all about money. If someone asked about this other man, Ken, who was with her, she was to grab her pussy and say he’s real good at you know what. Sue had to improvise as she spotted Ken (Trent) listening to their conversation and watching her closely. She leaned forward giving Ned an excellent and obvious shot at her tits under her open blouse. “Haven’t you ever wanted some young studs, Janet? They cost money, you know.”

 

Janet blew up immediately. She’d over looked seeing her neighbor sneaking off with some guy for weeks now. She hadn’t said anything about the trampy outfits she’d seen her in but hitting on her son was too much. When Janet went to grab Susan away from her boy she pulled so hard the two remaining buttons of the blouse popped off. Susan’s tits poured out. Her attempts to protect herself only exposed herself more to the surprised garage sale shoppers. Trent enjoyed the two arguing women and Susan demeaning herself further until he felt it was time to break it up.

 

The garage sale contributed little compared to the sales of the two cars, house and financial holding but it did wonders in molding a mind set in Susan’s head. She was alone in this. She had no idea where Bob was but she alone had the responsibility to make things go right even though Trent was making everything so demeaning to her.

 

For instance when a couple from the end of the street were browsing and the man asked if he could use the washroom, Trent seized on the opportunity to order Susan to follow him in the house and if she did not come out later with a mouth full of cum to show him, he threaten to tie 25 pound weights to Bob’s ball and make him hang from the rafters all night. Poor Susan had to do whatever she could to convince the startled neighbor she desperately wanted to suck him off when he came out of the bathroom. At first he thought is was a joke so she open her blouse and hiked up the shirt skirt exposing herself while rubbing the front of his pants. Still he was worried about his wife out front. Susan guided him to a back room and dropped to her knees. How could any man fight such an insistent beautiful slut like Susan Banks? If only he knew she was some kind of a nymphomaniac years ago.

 

Once confirming Susan’s mouth was full of cum he told her to hold it for the next 15 minutes. Just more humiliation as she and the satisfied neighbor exchanged glances occasionally. What the hell he thought, his wife was enjoying picking out bargains, why shouldn’t he have enjoyed the neighborhood slut?

 

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During the garage sale, Trent asked Susan once again why they had so many pictures of them and their niece. She lied and told him it was because they didn’t have children of their own. It was then for the first time, Susan wondered what and how Pam would react when she returned from Europe to find them gone without a trace. It might be the one chance to have someone inquire about their true fate. Susan begged Trent to let her use the washroom. He allowed it knowing the phones had been turned off and there was no one else in the house.

 

Susan rushed to Pam’s old room. She had smuggled a pen and paper from the household items for sale and quickly wrote a note telling her about her and her uncle’s kidnapping and the fact they were being held somewhere within about an hours range. There was no real way for Sue to know exactly because each time they went anywhere, she started out with her eyes taped closed and the heavy sunglasses went over her eyes. Trent often drove for miles just to make sure she couldn’t determine distance.

 

She finished the note telling her if things don’t go well to remember they loved her. She left the note in her niece’s empty closet. Out of sight but knowing she’d look for her things.

 

At 6pm Trent decided every one of Bob and Sue’s neighbors either saw or heard about the Bank’s moving and how slutty Susan Banks was acting. This along with the weeks of spotting her playing with Larry should confirm they were neighbors they would be happy to get off the block.

 

Trent called a local resale store and told them to pick up the remainder of the things from the driveway. No donation slip was needed.

 

He placed Susan kneeling in the van, stripping her, gagged and blindfolded her and tied her wrists spread to each side of the van’s back walls. Next he tied ropes around her knees and spread them wider than she thought she could endure. “And now for a little fun.” he said working an enormous rubber cock dildo up into her cunt. It was so long he had to wedge it under her, lifting her slightly. She was resting most of her weight on the thick cock. It filled her so much but hurt too. “Can’t forget these babies.” He said just before her nipples felt the bite of sharp and powerful metal alligator clips. Sue let out a cry but the gag worked its wonders in keeping it to an enjoyable level of moaning and suffering. “Now, now you didn’t even wait for the weights.” Susan’s moaning changed to groans of pain when he added the two five pound lead ball weights.

 

“I get tired of stupid radio stations while driving. Your pain and suffering will be my music while we drive home. But first I have to close everything up.” He said as he exited the van. Sue already was in great pain. The rubber cock was pushing hard up her cunt with no way of easing the pain from it. The little she tied to move caused the weights on her nipples to sway ever so slightly. This made the terrible bite of the metal teeth pull on her sensitive nipples. She instantly stopped. There was no way to unwedge the dildo up in her. Her legs and body could not move off it. Once again she resolved to endure the pain imposed upon her.

 

Trent did not return to his uncomfortable impaled van slave for awhile To her it seemed he left her like this for over an hour. When he did return what was obvious to Susan was that he seem to be in a bad mood. He open the side door of the van and announced she wasn’t suffering enough. In about 10 minutes her position and situation had deteriorated immeasurably. First he untied her wrists from the upper sides of the van and retied them along with her elbows very rigorously behind her back. Next he added cords to the nipple clamps and pulled her tits as far as possible toward the read door. The weights remained dangling only now her tits and nipples were brutally stretched. Next he braided her hair and began pulling it and her head backwards. Susan fought a loosing battle to resist being pulled backwards since her tits were pulled so far forward by the cords and biting metal alligator clips. In spite of the pain and her efforts, a restrained slut slave never wins any kind of battle. Soon her hair, head and arched back were pulled painfully to the limits and secured so no movement was possible.

 

The moment Trent backed the van out of the driveway Susan discovered just how sadistic the changes to her position would hurt her. Without the support of her arms that were previously tied up to the sides of the van she could not support herself. The shifting of the van caused her to wobble on her knees and on the huge dildo she was impaled upon. But that wasn’t all. Any movement started the twin 5 pound weights to wildly swing making the tight metal teeth of the clamps bite and pull even more.

 

Trent made sure he took an extra long ride back to the farm. Susan suffered and climaxed upon her massive fucking shaft for nearly a two hour ride. When the van finally came to a stop, Sue was panting in pain and climatic exhaustion. The dildo shaft was coated with her juices. Her nipples were puffed with droplets of blood from the biting abuse. She barely responded when he released her bonds. When he dropped her on her bed, she didn’t move at all. Trent left the huge dildo shoved up her stuffed cunt. She could sleep with her lover he thought to himself.

 

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Trent’s anger wasn’t an act this time. Upon finding Sue’s note in an empty closet he became infuriated with both this slut and Bob for hiding the fact that this Pamela bitch obviously lived with them. In actuality, he was more so angry with himself. Never in his background check of his potential captive and husband did he discover a teenage child and never did his captive hint to her. He sat looking at Sue’s note and wondered how he could have over looked something this important and began questioning himself about kidnapping a married woman and husband for the first time. Too many relationships to sever, he thought to himself. Initially he saw mostly benefits capturing the two. Playing one’s guilt off the other’s had really gained him quick cooperation with both of them. It seemed much easier than a single captive who had nothing to gain except for his usual dose of painful encouragements. With a couple he discovered not only were the sessions helpful to the person suffering but doubly so with the one who witnessed it and considered it was their fault for their partner’s affliction.

 

After a drink, Trent began to consider what his next steps should be. Option one would be to torture the slut until she told him everything about this teenage niece. His other option would be to question Bob with sever threats to his wife for the information. And from whatever he discovered, he would have to take action about this loose end.

 

Lastly they would both need to be punished for holding back information from him. They had to be taught a lesson but how? The more Trent thought about it the better he felt. He could save time by making the slut suffer and her husband convinced it would be all his fault. Trent already knew he had broken down Bob’s will and fight easier than his slut wife. Trent knew what to do next.

 

(To be continued)