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| Manwithtentacles |
on Sat 13 Jun 09, 3:00 PM to Manwithtentacles's blog.
It was past midnight when Canzini and Louis came down to the yacht. Quietly opening the door to the cabin they spied on Sandy - still lying there, still dressed in the blue and white string bikini - and still tied hand and foot with a gag across her mouth. They made sure she was asleep, and she was. Sandy's dreams were full of terror…
Canzini nodded to Louis, who brought out the cotton wool. Sandy's gag was doused with chloroform to ensure that there would be no struggle for her captors. She never stirred. After a minute Louis released the gag, and then her bonds. Picking up Sandy with great care he carried her back to the house, Canzini following. In case there was anyone about they left the unconscious woman in her bikini.
Until they had her in the cellar…
Louis lay Sandy on the table and, at Canzini's orders undressed her - it was a matter of moments to undo the bikini strings. As he did so, Canzini admired the woman's naked body - slim, firm, beautiful. His fingers softly traced the aureolae of her nipples, then down over her body to the soft down between her legs. He wanted her there and then, but where would be the fun in that?
"Strap her to the chair" he commanded. Louis bowed to his master. He carried Sandy to a simple wooden chair. He did not seat her. As he carried her over Carlo Canzini stripped for action. He then held Sandy as Louis brought the straps. Instead of being bound in a sitting position Sandy was bent over the chair, back and buttocks in the air, wrists and ankles strapped to the legs with thick black leather straps. Canzini stroked the helpless woman's body. "I want a record of this!" Louis set up the video camera as Canzini brought out another piece of the bondage puzzle. He had wanted to do this himself ever since he had met Sandy. He became more excited as he approached her, holding the leather straps with the red rubber ball. Inserting the ball into the unconscious woman's mouth, the straps were buckled together at the nape of her neck. The ball-gag meant that no-one could hear her cries.
This was not interrogation, it was punishment!
Canzini also wanted this as a demonstration for the man waiting upstairs. Video linked to the camera he knew Kasim was watching…
Upstairs in the red lounge, Kasim's eyes were drawn to the monitor, watching as Sandy was bound in place. His hands stroked the naked woman on the chaise-long whose hands were cuffed in front of her. It was Yvette. Her responses matched his, breathing deep as the images flickered in front of them. A pity, Kasim thought, that Canzini had told him strictly that Yvette was not for sale! The pretty little aerobics instructor would have made a prize acquisition.
The acquisition of Miss Alexandra Smith, however, would more than make up for that!
The dark eyed Moroccan had already viewed the photos before Yvette was brought in as an added attraction - a sweetener. There on the table were the prints - Sandy bound naked on the massage table; Sandy in leotard and shorts, jogging along the beach; Sandy in town, tight red dress; Sandy taken covertly at work, white cotton trousers, tight yellow t-shirt - and finally Sandy on the beach in her light blue bikini. That was enticing enough. As he gazed at the screen he asked the girl a simple question. "Have you had her?" "No", replied Yvette, "I don't think she swings that way." "Did you want her?" Yvette thought of seeing Sandy around the gym, at work and exercise. "Oh God, yes!" "Good." Was the Moroccan's only answer as he lay Yvette on her front, then took a handkerchief from his suit pocket and stuffed it in her mouth. "We shall watch this together."
Down in the cellar Sandy was beginning to come back to consciousness. Her limbs ached. It was like coming out of one bad dream into a complete nightmare! She struggled against the bonds, panicked as she tried to dislodge the ball-gag, but it was all firmly strapped in place. Then her heart froze as she heard Canzini's voice! "Miss Smith, my dear Sandy. You have been a very very bad girl." Smack! The force of Canzini's hand on her buttocks caused Sandy to scream into the gag! "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!" "No one can hear you, Sandy. It's time for your punishment!" Smack! Canzini spanked her again. Again Sandy screamed, the sting in her buttocks just receding when the next forceful hit came. Harder. SMACK! Sandy's whole body jerked, her head sprang up, writhing in the straps, crying. How could someone do this to her? Sandy tried the straps. SMACK! And then knew she was helpless…. SMACK! SMACK! Again and again Canzini's palm connected with Sandy's helpless body, again she knew the sting of her punishment, and somehow she knew she deserved this - trying to bring down a powerful man like Carlo Canzini, a man who did as he wished with no boundaries. With anyone he wanted. With her. It was only when she looked up after keeping her head down during the spanking, trying to control her response, realising her helplessness and subjugation to the dominant man that through the tears she saw the camera - she was being filmed! They could do anything to her - anything. Deep in her loins, Sandy felt the fire of her submission, and she knew that, somehow, she was strangely turned on…
Up in the lounge, Yvette yelped into the cloth that stuffed her mouth. As much as she would have wanted, ached to be in Canzini's place in the cellar she was as excited here - her backside raw. Kasim kept pace with Canzini's spanking of Sandy on her! The gagged girl's gaze could not turn from the screen.
For his part, Kasim knew what he wanted - this charade with Canzini was only raising the price! He took it out on Yvette. Spank for spank, the two women united in their helplessness. Kasim would soon be showing Sandy his own tender mercies…
Sandy tried to zone out, tried to concentrate on moments of pleasure, of the massage table, or the gym instructor's special workout, both times bound, and both times pleasured as she had never been before. SMACK! How long would this keep on? SMACK!
And then suddenly it stopped. Sandy sensed the deep silence, the moments of anticipation - what was coming next? She tried to gulp in air through the gag, still crying, but in pain or pleasure she no longer knew. Then she felt it - Canzini behind her, finger running down her back, then his cock as it parted her buttocks! Oh, God was he going to sodomize her? She had never had anal sex! She tried to scream, to struggle, strength renewed! But she could not stop him. Instead, Canzini kept moving, down towards Sandy's helpless pussy, wet, ready...
"Yes!" cried Canzini as he forced his way in, and Sandy prepared for him, hips bucking as he took her from behind, thrusting into her again and again, Sandy crying grunting into the gag with every thrust of the powerful man. But these were cries of pleasure! Yes! Yes! he kept on thrusting into her, and Sandy knew she would come soon, the total abandon of her bondage, the helplessness of her, the freedom of not being in charge, all welled up as Canzini took her roughly and she felt his breath heavy on her back.
Upstairs, Yvette tried to focus on the screen as Kasim copied Canzini, thrusting into her from behind. Pinioned to the couch, Yvette watched Sandy intently.
Sandy was lost in her dreamworld, in the force of his sex! Had she been able to speak she would have been moaning "please, please" but in protest or pleading she no longer knew nor cared. The man had her totally - more than anyone had ever done…
No one had wanted her like this before! As the tension within her grew, as Canzini's sharp thrusts gathered pace, the fire in her soul blazed through Sandy's body, the blood in her veins rushing intensely, every nerve signalling it's pleasure as the bound woman responded to the man's touch, the strength of his hands, his cock, of the tightness of her leather bonds and the gag in her mouth. Her heart pumped, faster, faster, keeping with her hard penetration, and then as if in bursting light, there came a cry from the man as he came in her, thrusting hard as he orgasmed and she felt his rise as she, body stretched and aroused came too, the flame spreading from her vagina all over her body, hips writhing in pleasure as her orgasm flowed through vein and nerve. Sandy cried, screamed in her orgasm, head raised as Canzini held the strap of her gag as if they were reins. He revelled in her muffled cries and knew that she had come as well. Sandy was lost in her dream as he withdrew, sweating, eyes fixed on the strapped woman, breathing hard, sweat on her body, beautiful, athletic, the bound goddess, still writhing in pleasure.
Canzini went to the chest in the cellar and took a length of chain. Sandy was jerked out of her erotic dream as she felt herself hauled up - her wrist bonds had been removed, but in an instant they were in leather cuffs, above her head. Canzini attached the chain, now hanging over a beam in the ceiling, to the cuffs and pulled on the chain - Sandy was pulled up. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" she tried to scream, arms straight above her head. Then she heard a door opening.
In the red lounge, Yvette spat out the gag as she watched the monitor. She breathed in the warm night air as Kasim had left her - still tied up. She watched Sandy as she was pulled up, hanging from the ceiling, and Kasim entering the room.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" asked Canzini. "More than you said! More then the photos could tell," replied Kasim. "Shall we settle the deal now?" "Oh yes, I think we can begin negotiations." With Sandy bound and helpless the men were free to talk about their deal. What were they discussing? What deal was this? She saw the Moroccan come into her view. He stroked her body, from her hair on down, dwelling on her breast, her buttocks. He went back to her captor. "She's perfect. Fifty thousand!" "Done!" exclaimed Canzini. Sandy knew suddenly what the deal was - it was her! And then there was a sharp pain in her buttocks - but not the painful pleasures of Canzini's spanking - a cold sharp pain for just a second. "There," said Kasim, soothingly, "It will be all right… just let go…" When he next came into view, approaching the dressing Canzini Sandy was him putting a hypodermic needle into his pocket. Almost immediately her world began to spin, to grow dark. She had been heavily drugged. Within the hour she would be on board Kasim's motor yacht, naked, unconscious, and headed for Morocco. In her room, Yvette would be emptying her cupboards and wardrobe. It would be as if she had never been at the estate. There would be no ransom. Sandy hadn't been kidnapped. She had simply disappeared!
