Seduction By Abduction

[Xandra]

Karen's boyfriend, Sam, had devised a new game, which he called Seduction By Abduction.
The 22-year-old redhead readily agreed to be "kidnapped" and taken to a secret destination. She would get no prior warning.
One Friday as Karen left work, Sam was waiting beside her car.
"Now it starts," he said.
Karen had to drive to a secluded spot, where Sam put her in the back seat, binding her wrists and ankles and covering her mouth and eyes with tape.
He drove for more than an hour, and Karen had no clue as to their whereabouts.
Sam pulled up, hauled Karen out of the vehicle, untied her hands and feet and removed the blindfold.
Karen blinked as her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight and she gasped as she saw the pistol in Sam's right hand. She knew the gun wasn't real but it still added a sinister aspect to the proceedings.
The couple were in a clearing in a forest, in the centre of which stood a log cabin. Sam roughly pushed Karen inside.
She saw he had been busy. Hooks and chains adorned the walls, a metal rail had been installed above the front door, and a torture rack boasted pride of place in the centre of the room.
Karen felt excitement building up within her.
Sam pushed her into another room and locked her in. Karen took off her gag and gazed around. No windows, no furniture, but in one corner a stack of pornographic literature.
Women in various stages of undress being tormented in perilous fantasy situations. Sam was giving Karen a taste of what was in store for her.
She sat on the floor, leafing through the glossy pages for half-an-hour. She heard a key in the door and quickly put the gag back on.
Without a word, Sam marched her into the main room, stripped her to panties and bra, and shackled her to the rail, facing the door.
Selecting a flogger from the pile of bondage gear he had assembled for the night, he lashed Karen across her bare back, just above the waistband of her knickers.
She didn't cry out but each stroke produced a muffled grunt into the gag.
Sam paused the whipping to fetch scissors, with which he snipped the straps of Karen's bra. Gripping the ruined garment with one hand and her panties with the other, he yanked her underwear off. Karen squealed.
Sam began flailing Karen's behind but kept the strokes light.
He's pacing himself, thought Karen.
After a few minutes Sam unchained her from the rail and put her back in the other room. Her back and arse were tingling, which was turning her on.
Sam gave her some bread and water - "to keep your strength up; you'll need it" - and locked her in again.
Karen nibbled at the bread; she was too aroused to be hungry. But she was thirsty, and she gulped down the water gratefully.
Twenty minutes later she was back in the main room, chained to a wall.
Sam tongued her nipples to get them erect and put weighted clamps on them. To her ankles he attached a leg-spreader. Karen was relishing his domination of her.
Sam tightened the chains and put a hood over Karen's head.
"Now you'll feel real pain," he said
He gave her a much harder lashing than before, using a cat o' nine tails on her breasts, belly, hips, thighs and pussy.
Karen occasionally shrieked behind the hood, and when Sam released her, she sank to her knees.
He took off the nipple clamps and hood, giving her a few minutes to recover.
"It's almost time for your interrogation - on the rack," he told her.
Sam had borrowed the portable device from a friend.
As he fixed Karen in place on the contraption with hooks and chains, he whispered in her ear: "I'll get the truth out of you this time. I want to hear your darkest fantasy and exactly what you think of me. Start talking."
As Sam paced slowly round the rack, Karen said: "I love you. I worship the ground you walk on."
"I believe you," said Sam. "Now, what about that fantasy?
"Please don't make me do this," begged Karen. "It's too embarrassing."
Sam turned the rack's crank-handle.
"Uh, uh!" groaned Karen, her whole body starting to ache.
"I'll make you talk," said Sam. "Just wait until you're at full stretch.
Why prolong the agony?"
"OK, OK, I'll tell you my fantasy."
"Good girl," smiled Sam.
"It's public humiliation," said Karen, "and involves several men with candles.
"I'm a performer in a sex show. Men from the audience strip me
and pin me down on stage, dripping hot candle wax all over me.
"They blow out the candles and take it in turn to fuck me with them,
pussy and arse.
"Then they stand over me and masturbate, ejaculating all over my body."
Sam took the rack down a notch.
"Thank you, sweetheart," said Karen.
Sam kissed her on the lips and said: "I've got a surprise for you."
From Karen's position on the rack, she couldn't see what Sam was doing but she heard him rummaging about.
When he returned to the rack, he was holding a lighted candle in each hand.
Sam poured wax over Karen's hips and thighs, and she yelped as each drop singed into her flesh.
He took a third, unlit candle and pushed it into her pussy. Karen's shrill shrieks turned into a throaty roar.
Sam drilled the candle deeper, twisting it as he did so.
"Oh God, oh God," yelled Karen as her climax began to build.
A minute later she came, with an ear-piercing scream of ecstasy.
Sam undid Karen's restraints and helped her off the rack, stroking her hair and massaging her back.
"OK, that's it," he said. "You've had enough."
Karen looked disappointed.
"Can I ask a favour?" she said. "Will you cane me, face down on the rack, please?"
"Anything to oblige a lady," replied Sam.
He used a long, supple switch to stripe her backside a dozen times.
Then he fucked her - candle in arse, prick in cunt.
Karen exploded as Sam ejaculated into her.
Later, as they were drinking wine, Sam asked Karen: "Did you have a good time?"
"Darling," she replied, "I had the time of my fucking life."



Taken from Boot Camp<, a collection of 14 sizzling BDSM stories by Michael Martin. Check it out at http://www.a1adultebooks.com/books/book1573.htm?id=2985