Master of My Soul Ch. 01

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Woman is kidnapped for the Master.
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Part 1 of the 3 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 10/25/2002
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I hated working late. It seemed I always got stuck with the grunt work, just because my boss knew I was single, and unattached at the moment, he had no problem sticking me with the reports and typing that had to be 'done by morning', in his words. He'd then go off to have a nice dinner with his family, while I sat at my desk for hours.

Finally, the bulk of it was done. I sent memos to two others that had to finish reports, and sighed as I stretched my tired back. I needed to get to the gym this weekend, it was the only thing that worked the kinks out. I turned off my computer and picked up my stuff, more than ready to leave.

As usual, mine was one of the few cars left in the parking garage. I stepped out into the dimly lit aisle, my keys in hand. I looked around, but of course the place was deserted. No one else but me was dumb enough to stay this late. I smiled to myself as I neared my car, the lights blinking as I pressed the button, unlocking the door. Soon I would be home, soaking tired bones in a nice hot tub. I threw my coat and bag in the car, and leaned back again to stretch my back, closing my eyes for a moment at how good it felt.

I was totally unprepared for what happened. Two men rushed around my car, grabbing me and lifting me from my feet. I opened my mouth to scream, and a knife was held to my throat.

"Now, now, sweetie," a rough voice said. "We need to be quiet."

I choked back my cry, and his hand grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open wide as the other held me. A round ball was pushed into my mouth, then strapped around my head. I moaned as a hood was placed over my head, blocking out my vision. The man holding me from behind had my arms pinned, and I was pulled to a waiting vehicle.

They pushed me inside, and a moment later I felt movement as it was driven out of the garage. The man holding my arms had me almost sitting on his lap, I figured it had to be some sort of van we were in. He held me close, and the other began opening my blouse. I squirmed the best I could, but they were strong, and soon I felt his hands behind me as my bra was unhooked. I tried making noise, and felt the chill of the blade touch me.

"Be still,' the voice said again. "I only give one warning."

Tears fell down my face as my blouse and bra were removed, then something was placed on each wrist. My hands were then tied out to the sides of the van and I knelt, naked to the waist. They then cut off my skirt, and I shivered in my stockings and panties, hoping they would let me live when they were done with me. A hand cupped my breast, and I heard it slapped away.

"He wants her untouched, you fool," one of them said. "We were told to strip her and bring her to him, no playing around."

"Oh, how's he going to know if we fondle her a bit," the other asked. I could hear the sulky tone as he went on. "It's not like she'll tell him."

"Well I'm not taking chances," he was answered. "We got paid well enough for this, if you want to risk it, it's your game."

My left nipple was pinched lightly, then I was left alone, on my knees, swaying with the movement of the van.

They drove for what seemed to be hours, then I felt the tires going over a dirt road. The bumping had me moaning as I was tossed around, the only thing keeping me upright was the ties holding me. After a few minutes the van stopped, and I heard doors opening. The cold air made me shiver as my wrists were unfastened, then tied behind me. I was lifted out and placed on the ground as one of them led me.

We went down a flight of stairs slowly, one leading, the other behind me, both taking care that I did not fall or trip. Another door opened at the bottom, and I thankfully felt warm air. We crossed the room, then they untied my hands, only to fasten them in front of me and raise them to a hook overhead. I was on my toes, trying to keep the weight of my body off the ties, but a moment later I felt something placed around each ankle. My shoes were removed, and my legs pulled wide, then fastened. I hung before them, spread wide and whimpering.

"OK, we're done," one said. "Let's get out of here."

I heard their footsteps recede, and the door close behind them. My mind raced, why had they brought me here, only to leave me? I tried to move, but the ties they had used held me tight. The strain on my legs hurt, along with my bound wrists, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even yell, with the ball in my mouth.

Then I heard the door open again. It closed, and I heard locks being shut, then footsteps coming close. A hand caressed my face over the hood, then down my neck. Each breast was caressed, teasing the nipples as I moaned, then travelled down. I struggled as it reached my panties, but was helpless to stop him. He came close. leaning into me as his fingers ran under the elastic. I felt his body heat, and knew he was a big man.

"You're magnificent, just as I knew you would be," a very deep voice said. "Tonight, I will have you. I've dreamed of this."

His voice was like a caress, washing over me as I tried in vain to struggle. My efforts got a small laugh as his hands touched me.

"Stop wasting energy," he said into my ear. "You're not going anywhere."

My body went limp. He was right. The way I was tied, there was no hope of escape or movement. I was completely at his mercy. I felt something cold, and a moment later, my panties were cut away. The only thing I wore now were my stockings, the lace holding them around my thighs. His fingers circled them, as if he was deciding about removing them too.

"I think I'll leave these," he finally said. "I like the black lace."

I moaned as his finger slid between the lips. So gently he rubbed, bringing my clit to life. His mouth came down, and my right nipple was in his mouth. My head fell back as he touched me, pure pleasure running through my body. His finger rubbed slowly, circling, as he sucked, getting harder and harder until it felt like he was almost biting the nipple. I moaned again, my body limp with the pain of it, even though it sent shivers directly to where his finger rubbed. I hung limp, unable to move, as he brought me to the brink of release, then he stopped. I was breathing hard, a whisper away from orgasm.

"Very nice," he said.

His heat left me and I whimpered. He came to stand behind me, and again his hand touched. A finger slid into me, feeling the wetness as he leaned into me from behind. He stroked a few times, the pulled out and slid the finger slowly into my ass. My legs strained, trying to close as I was stroked there. The pain it caused at first made me whimper again, but soon it became pleasurable, and as he stroked slowly, his other hand reached up to roll my nipple.

"You'll be taught tonight," he whispered in my ear. "Pain will become pleasure for you. I will take you to heights you've only dreamed of, and have you begging me to take you."

My body jerked. Begging? I don't think so. Again, I wriggled, straining against the bonds as his fingers worked on me. I would never beg.

"Be still," he commanded, but I was incensed at his arrogance and kept moving.

"As you wish," he said, pulling away.

A minute later, I was screaming as a strap hit my ass, the sting of it making me jerk hard. Again it bit into me, and again I screamed.

"Since this is your first infraction, you will only get five lashes. Further ones will get ten. Do you understand?"

The strap hit again. I sobbed into the gag, nodding, the fourth stroke hitting my back. I was on fire from the pain, waiting for the last stroke. He let me wait, standing quietly as I cried, making me almost relax before bringing it down across my surely reddened ass. I heard the strap drop to the floor, and his hands rubbed the sore flesh.

"I don't wish to punish you, lovely, but if you misbehave, I will. Understood?"

I nodded frantically.

"Good girl. Now be still."

His finger slid into my ass as I hung. The other hand reached around and began rubbing my clit again as he held me close. My head fell back, resting on his shoulder as I took his touch. I felt his lips gently touch my neck, lightly kissing me as he touched and rubbed, bringing me to the edge again. When he felt me close, he stopped.

I moaned in frustration as he moved away. His footsteps went away from me, but he returned quickly, standing in front of me. His hand grasped my right breast and began kneading it hard as his mouth began sucking the nipple. Harder and harder he sucked, then pulled back, taking the nipple in his fingers and pulling it out. I yelped as something clipped the flesh, but he went right for my left breast, giving it the same treatment.

"These are called butterfly clamps," he said softly. "Have you ever had your nipples clamped?"

I shook my head.

"There's a little screw here," he went on, flicking them lightly. "They tighten or loosen the clamp."

I moaned as he turned them slowly, tightening both until my head fell back with the pain, never stopping until I was moaning steadily. My nipples were on fire from them, and he took each breast and squeezed hard, making the nipple protrude more before tightening the clamp once again. The pain was unbearable as his tongue licked each one softly. I felt the wetness growing inside me as his finger slid into me. Then he went behind me, and I felt him. His cock slid easily into me, filling me completely. His hands held my hips as he stroked slowly. I moaned, my head falling back, finding his shoulder.

"Yes, sweetness," his deep voice said. "That's a good girl, take me. You're so wet, you want this, don't you?"

I moaned, unable to do anything more. He stroked slowly, pulling almost fully out of me before sliding back. His cock was so thick, I thought I had never known one so big. He held me close, then his hand reached around me and began rubbing my clit again.

"How close are you?" he asked. "do you want to cum for me?"

I nodded, my body on the edge of release.

"We'll cum together soon," he crooned, then pulled out of me and pressed slowly into my ass.

I screamed against the gag. His cock stretched me, I could feel his balls on my skin as he rubbed my clit, keeping himself still inside me. I tried to squirm, but quickly remembered the strap and went still, getting a deep laugh from him.

"Yes, yes, you don't want punishment, do you sweetness?"

I shook my head. His fingers still rubbed my clit, and I felt the growing knot in my belly despite the pain. My muscles relaxed around him, and soon I was close again, all I wanted now was to cum, to let it go. He seemed to feel it, and stopped rubbing me, his hands gripping my waist as he slowly pulled back, then slid home.

I sobbed. The pain was intense, my budding orgasm dying as pain overwhelmed me. He pulled me to him as he began, slow deep strokes at first, but soon he was driving deeper, and faster. I was pulled back to meet him as he fucked my ass, the pain now receding, my body responding. He leaned into me, his hands now turning the screws on the clamps, tightening them more until I again let my head fall back.

"That's what I want, sweetness," he said. "Give me your soul."

I moaned softly, and his hands reached up, taking the hood off, pulling the gag from my mouth. I could not see him, since he was behind me, still stroking, pulling me back to him as one hand reached around to begin on my clit again. I found myself wanting his cock, his one arm around my waist holding me close as he thrust deep. My body began it's climb, and soon I cried out as a violent orgasm tore through me. He fucked me while I came, his fingers never stopping their maddening circles, his strong arm around my waist so he could thrust deep. I was pumping back on him, writhing in it, as wave after wave crashed over me, taking me higher than I had ever gone before. I cried out again, the strong pulsing tightening me on his driving cock, until his hands grabbed my thighs and he began ramming into me.

I never stopped as I took him, his cock like a hammer, driving so deep, so hard. Then he moaned, and grinding into me, making me scream, he filled me with hot cum. I felt it shoot into me, hot spurts of him, filling me. He pulled me back hard, driving himself deeper as he released into me. His hands reached up and the clamps came off, making me cry out as the blood flowed into my nipples, his hands pressing them to ease the pain. Then he leaned into me.

"My God, sweetness," the deep voice whispered. "You pulled everything from me."

He stood behind me, holding me close, then I moaned as his cock slid out of me. He reached down and got the hood, placing it over my head, this time without the gag, then untied my legs. My toes touched the ground, and I raised myself, glad to get some of the strain off my aching wrists. He lifted me so I could get them free, then carried me, bringing me to a soft bed.

I heard a chain, and my ankle was fastened to something, then I heard a click.

"You're locked now," he said. "There is no way for you to escape. I want to lay with you, as free as possible. Do you promise to behave?"

Not wanting more of the strap, I agreed. He lay beside me, pulling me into his arms, then his mouth found my nipple and he suckled. I sighed as he sucked, my bound wrists coming up and over his head. I lay quietly, drained, as he sucked harder, so hard I went limp with it, and found myself wanting more.

His head lifted from my breast, and he spread my legs, getting between. Amazingly, he was hard again, and his hands pulled my legs up and over his arms. He slid into me, my pussy soaked with my juices, and stroked a few times before pulling out and taking my ass again. I rose up at the pain, but soon I was taking it, taking him as he slowly fucked me. My hands reached up, and touching his arms I felt the strong muscles that held me. The hood had lifted a bit from his thrusting, and he leaned down and kissed me deeply, his tongue taking possession of mine as surely as his body had. I pulled him to me as he stroked into me slowly.

"I want this one to last," he said, and again I was taken with the deep voice. My back arched, and his mouth took a nipple to suck hard. All I could do was moan for him as he took me. His hard cock drove deep again and again as his sucking made me go limp. Then he stopped, and pulling away, turned me on my belly. His hands pulled me to my knees as he drove into me again, making me scream.

"Yes, sweetness, feel me stretch you. It feels good now, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" I gasped as his cock drove deeper into my ass.

His arm went around me, securing me to him as he fucked me, deep hard strokes that made me whimper, the pain turning to pleasure.

"Cum for me," he said, and as soon as the words were out, I began shaking for him, pushing back to meet his strokes, crying out with the force of it. I came hard, and as it wound down, he pulled back, taking me with him until he was sitting with me impaled on his cock. I ground down, taking it deeper as his fingers rolled and pinched my nipples, making me squirm on him. One hand circled my waist then, the other finding my clit, and I willingly began to ride him. I moved myself up and down, circling my hips on him as he held me close. I was moaning with the combined pain and pleasure, the thick cock stretching my ass, the gentle fingers rubbing my clit. I realized the hood had fallen off at some point, then smiled at his gasp as I tightened around him. I pulled away quickly, taking him by surprise, and turned to face him.

He was magnificent. As I surmised, he was a big man, his arms and chest heavily muscled, and I knew him. It was Mark, the trainer from the gym I went to every Friday. I scurried back, this time on my knees straddling him, and reached down to place his cock at the entrance to my ass. He looked deep into my eyes as I slid down, taking him again slowly, then growled as he pulled me close. I leaned back, making his cock go even deeper, then began to ride him. His arm supported me, letting me arch back as I pumped up and down, his other hand reaching down to rub. I held my hands out to him, and he pulled the ties off, freeing my hands to grasp and hold his arms.

"Fuck me, sweetness," he said softly, watching my body. I rode up and down, his cock going so deep it felt like it was in my belly as his fingers rubbed my clit, bringing me close. I held onto his arms, my back arched hard, my breasts thrust up so he could suck.

"Yes, yes," he crooned to me. "Take it all. Ride it hard, please me."

His voice sent me over the edge. I bucked on him. grinding myself down as I pulsed with release, screaming with the force of it. He held me, driving up into me, then again I felt heat fill me. My eyes widened as he shot load after load of hot cum up into me, his body shaking as he squeezed me to him.

At last it ended. I knelt, straddling him, as he sat holding me close, my head again on his broad shoulder. I was drained, a limp rag in his arms. When he had recovered, he lay me back and came over me, his head resting on my belly. I reached down and held his head to me as we drifted to sleep.

I woke slowly. Looking around the room, I saw I was alone, but still tethered to the bed by the chain locked around my ankle. Sitting up, I saw I was in some sort of basement room, and shuddered as I saw tables and devices across the room. I turned as I heard a lock thrown and saw him.

"Finally awake?" he asked. His voice seemed to rumble from deep in his chest, all I could do was nod at the question. He carried a container of juice and a bag, and came to sit next to me on the bed.

"Will you let me go?" I asked quietly.

"Soon enough," he said, handing me the bag.

I opened it and found two glasses and muffins of some sort.

"You have to eat," he told me, taking the glasses and filling them. "If you need, there's a bathroom behind that door, and plenty of chain for you to use it."

I bit into a muffin, and watched as he put a couple of drops of something in the glass of juice and handed it to me.

"What is that?" I asked. My hands shook as I took it from him.

"Nothing that will hurt you, sweetness," he told me. His eyes held mine, it was almost like a hypnotic stare, never blinking and very intense. "Just something to help you relax for a bit."

I sipped the juice, not tasting anything, and was about to give it back, but his hand tipped the glass and I was made to drink it all. He then took the empty from me and pulled back the covers.

"Go use the bathroom," he said. "You'll feel woozy in a few minutes."

I scurried up, now scared that he had given me some sort of poison, in truth, I really had to go, and closed the door. There was no lock, but he gave me privacy to relieve myself and wash up the best I could. Sure enough, after a few minutes, I began to feel almost dizzy, and made my way back to the bed where he waited. He watched me for a bit, then leaned over to unlock the chain around my ankle. I had a brief thought of running, but my body lay limp.

He picked me up and brought me to one of the tables on the other side of the room. Laying me on it, he then gently lifted my arms to the sides and placed wide leather straps around each wrist. The table was the same as in my doctor's office, stirrups were there for my feet, and more straps went around my ankles and thighs, holding my legs up and spread wide. His eyes held mine as he slowly spread them wider, my relaxed body giving no resistance until I felt the pull of muscles in my groin. His hand slowly rubbed my belly, almost soothing me, and I closed my eyes.

"That's my girl," he said softly. "Just go with it."

I opened my eyes sleepily to watch him. Reaching up, I saw him pull something down, showing it to me.

"These are like the ones you wore for me last night," he told me as he began pulling at my right nipple. "Butterfly clamps for your lovely nipples."

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