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on Sun 13 Sep 09, 4:11 PM to Rapunzel's blog.
I had a very exciting weekend – the fulfilment of a ten-year old fantasy, matured at leisure in my imagination and which turned out, in real play, to be one of the most exciting and intense scenes I've ever played. I'm still buzzing from reaction and am sitting here with a huge (and somewhat smug) grin whilst typing. So what happened?
He Who Must be Obeyed (@LordFawcett) had invited Bex (@BluenBlonde) and Lizzie Thomas (a fellow Lowewood pupil) for a weekend play session. We were to be girls at the secretive Chateau F, a story-of-O style place where girls are perfectly trained in sexual submissiveness. I was expecting to spend 24 hours as 'Violette', one of the Chateau F maids, generally taking on a domestic role, cooking, assisting the other two with their clothes etc. Fun, but safe. At least that's what I'd thought.
After Bex and Lizzie arrived, we changed into our Chateau F clothes – long velvet dresses for Lizzie and Bex and a saucy French maids costume with a very tight corset for me. We sat down to lunch with HWMBO, who was dressed up in Regency gear. During lunch, Bex left the table to go to the bathroom, but I didn't think much of it, until she called me. I walked into the hall, where she was upset. She seemed out of role. I guided her into the living room and I genuinely thought that she was about to cry – she'd had a text from someone she disliked. I was trying to calm her and thinking about going to get HWMBO with the immortal phrase 'Huston, we have a problem' when it happened.
Suddenly strong arms were around my throat, yanking me backwards and before I could even make a single sound of surprise or horror, a black hood drooped around my head and was tightened at my throat. The arms pushed me down as a foot tripped me and I fell forwards, strong hand gripping me as I was laid flat on the floor, a heavy weight settling across my back as my hands were grabbed and handcuffed swiftly behind me. I could hear Bex screaming. I could hear chairs scraping in the dining room and Lizzie shouting. I wriggled with pain as the man sitting on me flattened me into the ground. I could barely move. He shifted his weight just slightly. Now I could hear other sounds, thumps, Bex yelling. Inside the hood, it was black and horribly hot. I was blind, immobilised, totally helpless. I was frightened.
Next I was hauled to my feet, the handcuffs were re-positioned so my arms were in front of me and I was dragged into the hall of my house, before being forced into a kneeling position again. No words were spoken by my captors. People were moving around and I struggled to pinpoint how many there were. I plucked at my hood and a hand forcefully struck mine away. I felt like there was at least one watching us. There were thumps, clinking china, bags being moved. Were they real burglars?
“Is that you Rapunzel?” whispered Lizzie and I realised she was next to me, similarly handcuffed and hooded. I gathered that Bex was on the other side of her, from her swearing and thumping sounds, the captors had to work to subdue her. I wondered about fighting, but decided that as I was immobilised and I had no idea how many captors there were, I would sit tight for the moment.
As I leaned forward slightly to nestle closer to Lizzie, suddenly there was a stunning blow with something metallic across my forehead, which made me groan with pain and I slid backwards, momentarily stunned. Hands helped my back to a sitting position, but my ears were ringing and the place where the object had struck me was burning and I felt beads of blood soaking into my hood as the pain settled to a dull and insistent beat. Now I was really scared. Had one of them just coshed me for moving?
It certainly put and end to any resistance I might have made and as I was lifted to my feet between two men – I knew they were men, they were taller and stronger than me, I was dragged, unresisting, apart from a couple of sharp kicks to a shin outside the house, smelling the cool autumn air and I found myself being lifted into the air and was bundled into the back of a transit van, my leg catching painfully on the metal as two of the captors dragged me back into the van and laid me flat on some blankets and cushions on the metal floor. For a moment, I was on my own and then another girl was bundled in. I wasn't sure which one it was until the third girl arrived and from the swearing and cursing, I knew that was Bex, which meant that Lizzie was next to me. I felt a man jump in beside me, the van doors slammed and then the engine started up and we were driven away.
I lay silently, almost unable to process what was happening. In the safe recess of my brain, I knew that this was a game, a roleplay and that HWMBO must be one of the men! But listening to the sounds of driving, the choked breathing of the others, the silence from the captors, I was as unnerved as I have ever been. I felt physically uncomfortable – the handcuffs were tight and biting into the skin of my wrists, the hood was hot and difficult to breath in and I was sweating with a combination of exertion and fear, sweat trickling into my hairline and combining with the slowly drying blood from my painful head. If my mind started racing, my breathing speeded up and made it hard to breathe in the hood. My head was throbbing, the vibration from the van's engine seeming to vibrate my head. I felt disorientated, almost stunned, my limbs starting to shake from reaction.
We drove for what felt like hours and I had no idea where we were or where we were going. We went through different speeds, so I guessed we were moving from my residential suburb into a duel-carriageway and then back to a slow, normal speed limit. The man sitting by my head then started to speak. He had a thick Essex accent and introduced himself as 'Burner'. He told us, with little emotion, that they worked for a Russian man, called Vladimir and the three of us had been kidnapped to be shipped to a brothel in Uzbekistan, that specialised in the punishment and erotic torture of unwilling victims. We would be taken to a safe house and 'tested out' and the better we performed, the higher the price that Vladimir would pay them for us. Bex, obviously the bravest of us all wasn't having this. “Fuck you!” she shouted. Another man in the back of the van laughed and I heard Bex give a choked squeal. “Leave her alone Muscles. Not yet. Not here.” said Burner.
I was silent. Genuinely frightened, I was just concentrating on breathing. My eyes were a little bit wet. My French maid's outfit seemed suddenly short and skimpy and I tried to push it down, sure that my knickers were showing. “Don't bother' sneered Burner and I flushed with shame under my hood.
The van stopped. There was some conferring amongst the captors. We were then told by Burner that the hoods would be removed and we were to walk, one at a time, escorted by them, to the safe house. We were not to make a sound or draw attention to ourselves otherwise we would be *very* sorry. We all got the message.
As I was first into the van, I was last out and when the hood was lifted from my face and HWMBO's face swam into view, I winced from the light. He looked at me and sucked in his breath, face twisting with concern, all vestiges of play suddenly gone. He touched my bruised and painful forehead gently, stroking the small cut with his hands. “That wasn't meant to happen.” he said ruefully. But then, his face twisted and his voice changed and before my very eyes, I realised who 'Burner' was. “Get out. And if you scream, you're dead.” he said. I didn't scream during the short walk, down a quiet alleyway.
Inside the house, Lizzie was sitting against the wall with Bex. I slumped down by them. It seemed to be some kind of abandoned mews house, with stairs twisting away into an upstairs area. We were each allowed to go to the bathroom, one at a time. The window was too small to fit through, but looking out of it, I could see a robin sitting on a fence post, singing. I longed to be the robin….
I was put back downstairs under the watchful eye of 'Muscles' who now that we were de-hooded, I could see was Bex's Boy Interest (@restless_ecstasy), who seemed to be taking particular pleasure in poking her with a riding crop. I sat by Lizzie. “Who is the driver?” she whispered. “Shut up!” barked Muscles. I shrugged - and then the door opened and the driver, 'Dave' arrived. I nearly passed out when I realised it was The Lover (@CoreValues). The sod told me he had to work this weekend! So that made three kidnappers in total.
We had a brief hiatus for water and then Burner told me to walk upstairs. I was going to be first. My insides clenched with apprehension as I stood and mounted the stairs, the men crudely catcalling as my bottom cheeks flashed under my short dress. At the top, I looked back and saw Burner was momentarily distracted and hadn't started up the stairs. Quickly, I looked around for a weapon, something to give me an advantage against these men. My eyes lit on a pinboard stuck with pins and I pulled one out and palmed it. In the middle of the upstairs, mattresses had been arranged on the floor, a collection of sinister looking BDSM toys arranged around them.
When Burner arrived upstairs and tried to grab me, I went for him with the pin, jabbing it sharply into his hand as he grabbed my wrist and then sharply into his side. He swore, grabbed my hair and flung me onto the floor and we struggled madly for possession of the small but painful weapon, he shouting for help, causing Dave to sprint up the stairs. With no finesse or kindness, Dave twisted my wrist viciously, wrenching the pin from me as Burner staggered away, blood dripping from his hand. I felt a moment of triumph, but it faded as both Burner and Dave glared at me angrily.
Then the torment began. For me, the worst part was when I was tied into a kneeling position, hooded again and my arms raised above my head, tied to the banisters. Dave dealt with me, slowly stripping me of my corset and maids dress, tugging down my knickers, pinching my nipples and roughly fondling my breasts, thrusting his hand between my legs and finding my (shamefully wet) centre of pleasure. With my bottom arched out and arms above me, he whipped me slowly and thoroughly, the lashes biting into my back and upper arms until I was moaning with pain. Then he untied my arms and laid me flat on my stomach and started to drip hot wax from a candle onto my back and bottom and legs until I was writhing and wriggling and begging for mercy. The hot wax on my back, already hot and painful from the whipping, made me suck in my breath with pain. Eventually, he did stop and began to pick the rivulets of dried wax from my sore back.
“Vladimir's going to love you.” he said conversationally. “You're built for this. The perfect package.”
He carefully wiped my back clean of wax and I was struck by the sudden gentleness. Then he picked up the candle again and I heard a match strike.
“No point in dripping it onto you if you're already covered, is there?” he said casually, as the vicious little torment began again….
We had another hiatus then (for dinner!) and went back to The Lover's house – it was then I realised what part of London we were in! We relaxed, had a drink, went out for dinner and went back to The Lover's house. Then we picked up where we'd left off and Burner began to torment Bex and Lizzie with a violet wand, with Muscles also joining in. Dave then dragged me upstairs and flung me on the bed.
“Stick you arse out.” he said, waving a cane at me. I refused and tried to back away and quick as a snake, he grabbed my hair and slapped me hard across the face.
“Do as you're told!” he growled. I lay down and he lashed the cane into my bottom, caning me hard until I was sore and broken, begging for mercy. Then he unbuckled his belt and I braced myself for the next part of the degradation, the abuse. Which came, with no tenderness, as Dave used me in every orifice and to my shame, I found myself coming with him, crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as orgasm after orgasm wracked my body. We slept for a while, then at 6am he woke me, fucked me casually again and then told me to go and join Burner in his room. Broken, utterly degraded and humiliated, I obeyed.
In Burner's room, I clambered into his bed. I wanted to cry. But dry-eyed, I endured a similar abuse from him and again, found myself horribly, massively and totally turned on by it, orgasms again coming easily and quickly. In the end, I was stretched out naked on the bed, dripping with sweat, aching with pain, bruises already showing on my white wrists. I was satiated. I could take no more. Then HWMBO kissed me gently, like a butterfly, his eyes kind, showing that Burner has gone and HWMBO was back.
“Cup of tea darling?” he whispered. I nodded, mute with sensation, my thoughts a whirl, my body a mess.
Later in the shower, as I washed away the stains of the night, the intensity of the images that flashed through my mind were so strong that leaning under the welcome hot water, I masturbated, coming in probably about thirty seconds and nearly collapsing under the shower as I did so. And today, this afternoon as I write this, I am still smiling. Smiling from pleasure. Smiling from love. Smiling because Bex – dear Bex, the instigator and organiser of this fantasy, the person who actually sorted out everyone with a date, made suggestions and then left it to the men to plan and carry out their evil deeds – actually thought enough of me to organise something that seriously blew my mind.
So to HWMBO, The Lover, Bex, Lizzie and Bex's Boy Interest, thank you. You've made a girl very happy. Roll on next time!
Edited Sun 13 Sep 09, 4:20 PM by Rapunzel
| 13 Sep 09, 5:11 PM Cherry_Muffin 2 yrs |
Bloody hell, that was a complete and utter turn-on. You lucky lucky girl. Muff Edited 13 Sep 09, 5:52 PM by Cherry_Muffin |
| 13 Sep 09, 5:19 PM FairyGirl UK(YO), 3 yrs   |
Wow.  "Nothing saves anyone's life, Sir. It just postpones their death." - Posner , The History Boys. |
| 13 Sep 09, 5:32 PM LadyEmmaCavendish UK(N), 8 yrs |
So glad it went well Lady Emma |
| 13 Sep 09, 5:37 PM blueroses UK(FY), 7 yrs |
OH god oh god oh god
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| 13 Sep 09, 5:55 PM Betony UK, 7 yrs |
Wow, lucky you.... |
| 13 Sep 09, 5:57 PM blue_fairy 4 yrs |
Goodness, that sounds amazing - I'm so glad you had a good time and that the reality matched (if not exceeded) the fantasy . And how fab a friend is Bex?! xxx |
| 13 Sep 09, 6:57 PM Corevalues UK, 4 yrs |
What is the point of being a lover and not bringing pleasure?
As you have "outed" me, I may as well stop lurking and tell you here that I am so pleased it all had the desired effect (on more levels than one |
| 13 Sep 09, 8:49 PM DanRoper 2 yrs |
Forgive me for pouring cold water, but you say you were thumped on the head with a metal implement, causing bleeding, and that nobody removed your hood to see how you were? I really hope that part is fantasy and that you don't play with people who would behave that recklessly! |
| 13 Sep 09, 9:37 PM Abel1234 UK(OX), 12 yrs |
OMG that is sooo hot!!! |
| 13 Sep 09, 9:51 PM littlenic 5 yrs |
The orgasm drought's at an end then? Hurrah!  Yay for all of you and what a fantastic time xx maidie couldn't keep up if it was a snail race. With disabled snails, on skateboards, pulling themselves along with their noses. |
