Second Thoughts

I really had no plan or idea as to what I was going to do. Was I really going to attempt an escape? Given the liberties that had already been taken with me I knew very well that if I was discovered now I would more than likely be handled less than kindly. But I had reached a point of no return. What else could I do? I sure as hell couldn’t go back in to the basement and attempt to rebind my ankles. The leather cuffs on my wrist presented an enormous challenge and my best bet was to try and find something that could assist in working them off, like a knife in the kitchen. Looking around and trying to get my bearings I realized I was near the living room. I slowly hobbled through it figuring the kitchen would be around the corner. My eyes darted around to take in my environment and I paused momentarily at a small table by the couch. It was adorned with numerous photos. Many of them were of a woman, however it was not Janet. This woman was older with long blonde hair and a rather full figure. Her face was slightly wrinkled however it appeared that she may have been very attractive when she was younger. Many of the photos were of her and the two dogs that Tom and Janet had with them. I found this odd that there would be no photos of either of my captors, and who was this woman? I dismissed it as being a relative of some sort and set about towards the kitchen. With my knees still bound with chord this was becoming a difficult trek and the rope dug tightly in to my skin. Turning the corner I came face to face with a large mirror at the end of a small hall. My figure came in to full view and I appeared haggered and sweaty. I saw that my ball gag was green and it was very large, my cheeks were bulging out and drool was slowly pouring on to my chest. My eyes looked weary and my face was red and sweaty. Suddenly my eyes caught something I had not been privy to. A collar was buckled tightly around my neck. This in itself was not particularly alarming, however it was what was attached to the collar that made my heart skip a beat. There was a small little electronic device that had a glowing red light on it. It was no larger than a garage door opener. I stepped up to the mirror to try and make out exactly what it was. The letters appeared backwards in the mirror, but I was able to decipher the small white writing across the object. It was one word…”Invisi-fence.” It took another moment but it soon dawned on me what that meant. This was probably one of those electronic invisible fence things that people use to train dogs. If the dog left a particular area, such as a yard, they would receive a pulsating shock from the device, and now this thing was attached to me! It appeared to be a part of the collar itself, which upon further review was actually padlocked around me. Even if I could free my hands there was a chance that this thing couldn’t come off! And how was it programmed. If I left the house, would I be shocked? I quickly determined that this would have to be addressed later as the first step would have to be working to free my wrists. I had no clue if Tom and Janet were still in the home and I wasn’t incredibly anxious to find out. I entered the kitchen and  my eyes darted to a set of drawers near the sink. It was a pretty safe bet that one of them hosed the utensils…and in there would be the key to my freedom. If I could find a sharp enough knife, more than likely I would be able to cut through the leather. It would be an awkward scenario to negotiate with my wrists lashed behind me, but it was my only option. I hobbled forward towards the drawers and turned myself around to pull it open with my hands. The pain that shot through me that instant was blinding and one I would not be quick to experience again. My eyes winced shut as I felt a sharp, intense, jarring pinch to my neck. I dropped to my knees instantly, and in retrospect I was lucky to not have fallen completely over. I writhed in pain as I began to hear a slight buzzing noise. I realized that my collar was sending an electric shock to my neck. I rolled to my side and just like that it ceased. I was panting through my nose, struggling to breathe around my gag and my forehead was covered in sweat. As my eyes opened I realized I was at my captors feet. I gazed up in to the cross faces of Tom and Janet. Tom spoke first.

“Well, not bad…not bad at all, I thought it would take you a couple of hours to come to and figure your way out of the basement, but you made it in about 50 minutes.”

Janet interjected

“I didn’t think you’d even realize your shot at freedom, but then I guess that’s why Tom’s in charge of this operation.” She smirked and gave Tom a kiss on the cheek. Tom knelt down and I saw that he had a small device in his right hand. His eyes caught my gaze. “Ahh, this thing? It’s the remote control to that there shocking device on your collar. You can use it to set a perimeter or an invisible fence….or you can just use it directly” And before he finished his sentence he had pressed a button and once again my neck was pinched sharply.

“MMMMMMGGHG!!” I moaned loudly as I bucked on the ground. He let it continue for what felt like forever, but in retrospect was probably about ten seconds. It ceased once again and I squeezed my eyes shut as a result of the blinding headache I suddenly felt.

“You see, that there was what we call a test, slave. We had to test how resourceful you are and try and gauge to what lengths you’d go to get away. We’ve been about ten steps behind you ever since you made it out of the basement, and before that we were in the next room waiting for that door to crack. What you need to learn quickly is that we’re not going to make mistakes, so you best bet is to not test us.” He said as he patted me on the cheek. Janet took a step toward me and raised one of her barefeet. She pressed the ball of my gag with her big toe as she spoke,

“You realize now you’re going to have to be punished for trying to escape” she cooed as she massaged the rubber ball that kept me silent with her toe.

“And I think I’ve got just the thing” Tom smirked. “Little something I’ve been working on for a while, started as a toy for Janet and her friends, although I think it will work out nicely for you…once we get you all greased up.” His hand held me by the chin and I cringed at the sound of his words.

I was left on the floor as Janet and Tom tended to whatever devious idea they had in mind. I was in no position to put up any sort of resistance and my head still burned from the shock treatment. It was then that I started to get that sinking feeling in my stomach. There were about a hundred places I would rather be right now, yet this entire weekend was my own doing. This is how it had been talked out…I was to have no say in the matter. The only way I could’ve gotten out of this was to have never shown up at that parking lot, after that I lost all say, and now I was sincerely paying for it. It also bothered me to an extent that they were going to lengths that they were to keep me their prisoner. The shock collar was more than a little excessive to say the least. I had also been experiencing extreme stiffness in my joints from being continually bound and immobilized. Soon the two were upon me again and I was once more unceremoniously lifted from my resting spot on the floor and carried away. As soon as they led me towards the basement door I had a horrible feeling that I knew what was in store. They allowed me to look it over first, unaware that I hadn’t already made the dreadful discovery earlier.

“It’s a fucking machine” was all Tom said as he began greasing the flesh colored dildo with some type of lube. While he did this, Janet’s hands were at my anus. Her long nails slid up and down the crack of my ass as the cool lubricant began to coat my crevasses. I mumbled something in to my gag but it was ignored as the two tended to their business. Next I was bent over the device and my knees were unbound and my ankles were tied to some sort of a spreader bar at the base. I lay bent over on the mat as Tom began tying me to it with more rope while Janet playfully took a whip to my backside to “warm it up” as she so delicately put it. Lastly Tom knelt down near my face and produced a roll of gauze. He began wrapping it over my ball gagged mouth and under my chin and over my head. Moments later my world went black as he blindfolded me, completely mummifying and encasing my head with the cloth. Janet struck me extremely hard from behind with the whip and barely any noise could be hard out of me. Tom patted my cheek,

“Nice and quiet, which is good…because trust me, in a couple of minutes, you’d be making a whole lot of noise if you could.”

He had quite a way of making things sound incredibly unappealing like that. I grunted as I felt Janet guiding the dildo in to my exposed anus. It went in rather easily after my exploratory session from the following evening, but it was still amazingly uncomfortable. I tried to shift and to tense up in any way that might offer the slightest resistance, but I was to tightly bound and exposed. Next thing I know the thing roared to life with a load humming noise. The dildo began moving in and out of me and I began moaning as loud as I could (which was not loud at all).

“The beauty of this puppy is that it’s got different speeds…we like to start it out slow and let it build to a climax…make no mistake, it can go about five times faster than this.”

Terrific, I thought.

My punishment had begun and as the excruciating seconds turned to minutes and continued on I lost all sense of time and space. I felt incredibly warm all over as my insides were slowly and methodically torn apart by the rectal invasion. I was sweating profusely beneath the gauze and my entire body seemed to be developing a glistening sheet. As an involuntary response I moaned silently into my gag with every plunge. Occasionally as the dildo split into me the a whip would strike an ass cheek or dance against my back. It came from all angles and it’s deliverer did not hold back in the least. I had come to realize that Tom and Janet took had no reservation in unleashing upon me whatever cruel torture they deemed. After what seemed like an hour, but in actuality was probably less than 10 minutes, Janet’s voice broke the silence.

“Let’s see how the bitch handles 2nd speed.” I gasped in disbelief that the machine currently pummeling my rear end was only running at it’s first gear.

“You think he’s been stretched enough?” Tom said, although his tone suggested that it was primarily a mock defense of his prisoner.

“Baby, it’s not supposed to be comfortable for him. And remember, he tried to escape. He clearly didn’t appreciate how well we had been treating him and now we need to show him the error of his ways, otherwise he’ll never learn.” She said as if speaking about an animal.
“MmmmMMmm” I offered as best I could while violently shaking my mummified head back and forth. I’d behave, I’d promise, I’d do anything just to avoid the fucking machine that I was currently lashed to.

“Hmmm” began Tom, “He seems to think he doesn’t need to be taught a lesson. Which to me is clearly a sign that he doesn’t realize what a mistake he made.” He finished and I felt a weight on my back as he apparently raised a booted foot and brought it to rest on my back.

“Now what would you have done if you had actually gotten out of the house. Where would you have gone all naked and tied up like that…you know we’re out in the woods, and you know we’d track you down before you ever got close to telling anyone how we kidnapped you. The lesson to be learned here is that we are and always will be in complete control of you. If you want to be treated better, then do not test us….Baby, give it a pause, lube him up some more and then put it on level 3” he commanded. My head shut up in immediate fear and protest but a rough hand firmly grabbed me by the hair and forced my gauze covered face down in to the bench. The machine momentarily grinded to a halt and I immediately felt a cold sensation in my anus as Janet’s lubricated fingers began exploring me once again.

“You know, a time will come where we won’t even have to use lube, you’ll be so stretched an accustomed to being filled.” She mused as she dabbed the substance all around. Within minutes the machine roared back to life, but this time at what felt like almost ten times faster. It had been ratcheted forward a few inches so as to plug me deeper and also left more in me as it backed up. It moved very quickly and my body jerked forward with each propulsion. The whip found my body once again and the punishment continued on.

I’m not sure if it was the whirring noise of the machine, or the gauze blocking out my entire world but I think I must have blacked out temporarily because I came to having no semblance of my surrounding what-so-ever. It started out rather quietly, but slowly a new sound began to build. I was puzzled by it at first, and incredibly distracted by the rhythmic ass pounding dildo, but finally I distinguished what was clearly the sound of a woman moaning softly. This was followed by the wet sound of flesh against flesh and it clicked with me that Tom and Janet were tending to each-other now as I was clearly preoccupied. Their moans became loader and I imagined the scene in the dimly lit basement. Me, bound and gagged, bent over the bench being rammed by the dildo machine. The two of them a couple feet of way, naked on the floor fucking, turned on by the site of their captive. Eventually their moaning climaxed, as apparently they did and I heard them slowly remove themselves from their positions on the floor and begin to move about the room. The machine too slowly grinded to a halt as someone apparently turned it on. They moved to my front and stood in front of me. A male hand again grabbed my hair and this time lifted my head up. I struggled to follow and comply while greatly arching my back. I kept still and silent as a sign of complete submission. A female finger traced a line over my gagged mouth and bandaged face and came to rest under my nose.
“Smell” was the single command from Janet. I breathed in deeply through my nose, eager to show them I could behave and follow orders. A strong pungent scent filled my nostrils and I cringed at how dank it smelled. She stepped closer now and Tom prompted me to raise my head even further my yanking harder on my hair. My nose next connected with soft wet flesh as I recognized her vagina. Tom began moving my head up and done and my nose was dragged across the front of her sex. She pushed gently against my face and my nose would slip in and out of her pussy. It was incredibly moist and the scent was very strong.

“Good boy, you like momma’s snatch” she chided as her fingers began exploring herself with my face still pressed firmly against it. Another sound directly to the left of my face indicated to me that Tom was also playing with himself as the sound of his masturbation greeted my ears. The two clearly had a rhythm and their collective timing was rather impressive. Janet became insanely wet and began gasping for air right about the same time I felt Tom’s spray shoot against the bandage that wrapped my face. I was actually quite thankful that it blocked his cum shot from actually touching my face. My head was released and my cramped neck lowered back to the mat. The two kissed eachother for a couple of minutes and I imagine their hands now were exploring eachother as they both moaned softly. I relaxed while I could, still strictly bound, but for the time being I was thankful to be receiving no attention what-so-ever.