[IntimateViolator]

Kristi's Kidnapping
Chapter 2

When I next came at my little playtoy, I did it from in front, letting her
see me coming. The dread and loathing were evident in her eyes. I wanted to
begin the process of letting Kristi vent. It wouldn't save her, might even
damn her, and would go great on the video.

She flinched when I reached for the back of her head. I grabbed her hair to
gain access to the real target, the buckle on the gag. When she realized
what I was doing, she bent her head to give me better access.

The prod-muffle slid free of her now very dry lips. Immediately, she began
to try and take charge of this scenario with words.

"Why are you doing this to me! Let me go!..." her words were cut off by a
short, sharp retort that I delivered with the back of my hand applied to
her cheek, mirroring the blow I'd given her earlier.

"Don't speak until given permission, slut." I spoke calmly. I could afford
to. "I will permit you to ask questions shortly. For now, you will listen,
and remain quiet."

"Unless I force you to scream." I added in an afterthought.

"I saw you, and wanted you, Kristi. Not as a girlfriend. Not as a wife. Not
even as a temporary diversion. I wanted you as my slave."

"You are crazy! You..." I don't like it when slut's disobey direct and
clear instructions. I decided to get to the heart of the problem. I grabbed
a crop from just beyond the perimeter and used it. Her outburst switched to
a scream as I laced her breasts with the tip of the horseman's tool. Left,
right, left, right. Four red streaks quickly rose up on her milky white
skin.

I let her screams die away to sobbing before continuing. It doesn't do to
not be heard because your victim is too wrapped up in pain.

"I may be insane, but that is beside the point. I have you. Now my
objective is to make you mine in more ways than just your physical
presence. It is my intention to make you mine in total."

I used the crop to caress one of her nipples, already made sore by the
clamps, but untouched as yet by the crop strokes. She flinched away,
proving what was already known. She had a long way to go.

"I am going to break you to my will. Or kill you. There is no other
option." I didn't tell her that there was a time limit upon her life if she
went unbroken. I would not waste my time upon a lost cause. She would break
for me in one week, or she would die. Then I would seek another target.

I didn't expect her to become a well-trained slave in that short a time.
No, I wasn't that hopeful or over-confident. I expected her to break to my
will and lose herself totally in my service so that training could begin.
Or I would dispose of her and try again.

It would seem cruel to anyone that I had given her such limited and
seemingly unappealing choices. They are, however, the only options that
would meet my needs. Letting her go was not an option, no matter what I
promised.

"You will now be given the luxury of three questions. The way I choose to
answer is solely up to me, though."

She looked up at me upon hearing this. Judging, measuring. She was afforded
a short leash upon her words, how far could she pull me?

"Why me?"

In answer I stepped closer. She mistook this approach for some softening in
my demeanor. She realized her error when I again grabbed by her hair and
placed the handle of the crop to her cunt lips.

"Because I believe that you can be made to accept your slavery." I rubbed
that handle against her cunt lips, insistently.

Did I see a hint of a positive reaction in her eyes? Some sense that this
action was, against her will, pleasurable? Perhaps, but she didn't want to
admit it. Not to herself and certainly not to me.

"Because I look in your eyes and see the hint of something missing in your
life. Something you may not even want to admit exists. You fear it, perhaps
as much as you fear me. I'm here to awaken that desire for something you
wouldn't even give a name to, but haunts your dreams."

I'd struck a cord there. She swallowed, looking at me, looking to try and
find out how much I knew about her, and how she could use that against me.
She wasn't yet willing to pass on trying for her freedom. Or perhaps she
really wanted confirmation that I was strong enough to keep her.

"One question down, two to go." I released her and stepped away, leaving
her to relax, feeling whatever she had felt as I had stimulated her with
the crop handle.

"Why don't you let me go? I won't tell anyone, I promise! I'll -" I spun
around at this stupid act at bargaining. It was beneath contempt. I brought
the crop up in a long arc. It found its target at the juncture of her
thighs. The lips that had so recently been caressed by the handle were now
feeling the anger of the tip. A fitting metaphor for her new life. The two
ends of the same crop. One end the pleasure of control, the other burning
pain targeted with devilish accuracy.

"That is my answer. Two down, one question left."

The blow to her crotch had shocked her more than hurt her. That I would
have the audacity to hit her there would never have occurred to her before.
Her head rose up, her eyes boring into mine. How dare I hit her like that!
Ah, what she had yet to learn about what I dared.

Having burned through her first two questions with so little to show for
them, she paused before asking her next one. I'd anticipated her first two
and planned my responses so that they would come quickly and with
authority. I felt sure that this next question would not be so easily
anticipated, if I had chosen the right one.

"What do I get out of this 'service' to you?" Okay, so she was showing real
promise here. She hadn't given in, but was willing to open some
communication. An opening I could use to my advantage.

"You get to live, and you get to experience the pleasure that I can
provide." No slaps, no sudden moves. An honest answer for an intelligent
question. I'd shown her the stick, now was the time to hint that there was
a carrot.

She started to open her mouth again, to ask a further question, or to
protest. Fortunately for her I didn't give her the chance to make that
mistake. I raised the crop's tip up to her lips, halting her words before
they began.

"Your three questions are used up." When you give a prospective slave a
limit it is mandatory that you enforce it. Otherwise you lose control.

I stepped out of the circle of lights then. Leaving her alone to
contemplate what I had said.

I went to fetch up a special item I'd designed for the purpose of
restraining reluctant prisoners for long periods of time. It was a tilting
box on wheels, with some extra features that weren't immediately apparent.

I rolled the box up behind her. She heard the sound of it approaching and
turned to see it. She again started to speak, only to withdraw her words
before they were said.

I pulled it up to her and pushed on her shoulders to turn her away from it,
with her back to the device. I pushed it forward a bit and slid the metal
plate at it's bottom, leading edge under the back of her heels. She tried
to shuffle forward, away from this.

"No, back up on it."

"No!" She didn't know what I had planned, and apparently still wanted proof
that I controlled her. I obliged her.

I gripped her hair and pulled back on it, hard. She couldn't go far forward
with her arms trapped above her. With me pulling back this way, she had to
shift her weight to avoid having her self pulled entirely off balance. Her
feet slid on to the base plate and I set the device back into its slightly
tilted position.

This left Kristi lying back on the flat, smooth plywood board that formed
the rear of the thing. As it rested back, the base plate tilted up to lift
her off the floor a little bit.

I moved around to the front now and pulled out the switchblade again.
Kristi inhaled sharply as I brought it close to her navel, only to sigh a
bit when the knife cut the waistband of her skirt. I put the knife away so
that I could fasten a belt that was attached to the plywood backing of the
device around her waist. I put more straps around her just above her knees,
then removed the spreader bar and her shoes. This left her stockinged feet
resting on the metal base.

I then took the lead of the dog collar that was still around her neck and
drew it through a hole in the back of the board. I pulled it tight and
fastened it back there. She had to keep her head and back pressed against
the wood in order not to start choking, ensuring her compliance as I
unfastened her wrists from the cuffs.

Her struggles against the cruel metal had chafed, but her capillary refill
was still quick, showing that no real damage had been done. As I freed the
second wrist from above her head she chose that moment to try and be
sneaky.

Her right arm snaked into the pocket where I'd placed the switchblade. I
felt it in there as the second cuff swung free of her wrist and I leapt
back from where the device held her in place.

A switchblade has a lock to hold the button in place, so that it doesn't
spring open in your pocket. Kristi hadn't known this and spent two vital
seconds pressing hard on the button before figuring it out.

By the time she had figured it out, my revolver was out and pointed
directly between her eyes. I was also three feet outside the furthest she
could reach while restrained to my platform.

"Not smart, Kristi, bringing a knife to a gun fight."

I was secretly pleased by her actions. It showed she still had a lot of
fight left in her. No easy victories from this one. An easily broken woman
is not worth my time. I'd have to stay on my guard with her every second.
Challenging in everything that went on between us. Wonderful!

She looked down the barrel of the gun and started to shake with
frustration. So close to striking a blow against this horrible man whom had
kidnapped and threatened her. So close and now so far. I could read it in
her eyes as they began to tear up again.

"You will drop the knife by the time I count three." She wasn't coming off
that board any time soon without my help, thanks to that choke chain. The
knife was more a liability now than a tool for her liberation. "One." She
hesitated, trying to think of a further way to use her small, impotent
victory. "Two." I'd trumped her hand. She opened her hand, realizing that
this situation was not controllable by her. The knife fell to the floor,
clattering.

I stepped forward, the gun still pointed at her face. Like the bird
mesmerized by the snake about to strike, she didn't take her eyes off the
muzzle of the weapon.

"Open those pretty lips, Kristi, your old friend is back." I put the muzzle
to her lips. They parted and Harry slid inside once more. "Now wrap them
around him, show him how much you missed him."

She complied, meekly. With her attention so wrapped up in watching the gun
I used my free hand to move her right wrist to where it's appointed
restraint waited on the board. It isn't easy to fasten a wrist with a belt
using only one hand, but I got her pinned anyway.

I grabbed her other wrist with the free hand, then pulled the gun barrel
from her mouth. I ran it down the front of her body, to her crotch.

Still holding her free wrist, I rubbed the length of cold steel against the
lips of her cunt. "Harry likes you, Kristi." I wasn't using subtlety, just
force, to press it into her. This wasn't a reward. "Maybe he should take
your cunt before I do? He's had your mouth twice already. Do you want to be
fucked with a gun, Kristi-slut?"

"Please...No..." She was frightened of having Harry inside her. That was
good information to have. I would use that against her, later.

With a final upward push, I finished dry humping her with the gun and
holstered it again. I moved her left wrist to the restraint and fastened it
down as well. I check, then tightened the one on her right wrist.

Kristi was now bound to the board in a way that was suggestive of a
butterfly pinned to a specimen board. Spread in her glory and just as
unable to fly away. If more butterflies were as fun as Kristi, more folks
would be collecting them.

I stepped away again, outside of her field of vision. I wanted fresh tapes
in the recorders for the upcoming scene. I moved to the control area and
swapped tapes out of the machines.

While she was trapped to the board, it was only slightly reclined. She
couldn't totally relax upon it at any point. She needed to keep her back
pressed to the board, couldn't close or widen her legs, couldn't arch her
stomach forward, and couldn't use her arms. It was tilted for a number of
reasons, but mainly because it disoriented her to be held in this
semi-recline. Unable to relax, unable to stand up straight.

I approached her from behind, where she could not see me approach no matter
how much noise I made. What she did see was the part of this device that
made it more evil that it already was.

She was introduced to that part when it thrust through a hole in the board
between her legs. A curved section of angle iron, curved up so that it
pointed at the ceiling when pushed through. It was designed to gently cup
her mons, and it was a good fit for her. The iron formed a /\, the point
facing her as it curved to fit. I positioned it, then examined its position
in relationship to her. A couple of minor adjustments and it was just
right.

The iron just barely touched the surface of her pantyhose covered cunt. The
curve allowed it to follow her own form so that the point of the angle
slightly parted the lips and extended back, even cleaving her buttocks
slightly near her anus. Part of it extended on through the back of the
board. The reason would become evident later.

Kristi watched these preparations with curiosity and puzzlement. I wasn't
able to rape her with this section of iron protecting her, nor did it hurt.
It just barely touched her in most places. How did this match with the
horrors I had already visited upon her? And why did its apparent innocence
worry her? I might as well have had her tell me these things running
through her mind. I was that close to being able to read it.

I grabbed her chin suddenly, with my fingers curling around her lower jaw,
pushing her cheeks between her teeth as she opened her mouth to protest. I
stifled any comment she was about to make as I forced a kiss upon her. With
my fingers pushing her cheeks between her teeth, she wasn't about to bite
me without biting into her own flesh first. Her tongue struggled with mine
to keep it from violating her.

Her lips and mouth were dry and tasted slightly of the gun oil she'd picked
up from her two lip-locks on the barrel of the gun. It was important to
note how far her dehydration had progressed. I wanted her to be under
physical stress from it, but not to the point where she might totally lose
consciousness.

Judging that I could keep her under the lights without water for a bit
longer I pulled my mouth from hers and then shoved a penis gag from my
pocket into her still open mouth.

"Bet you remember this shape, Kristi, although it is probably bigger than
poor Richard's." Lucky for her she was gagged, as the sounds coming out of
her mouth as I fastened the gag surely would have earned her some extreme
punishment if they had been allowed to become words. "He likes it when you
suck him, doesn't he? And you get excited when he comes on your face. Yes,
I read that in your diary, Kristi. And I know why you feel that way." That
shocked her into stunned silence.

Trussed and stuffed, my bird now needed to be heated for a good, long
period. That's where my machine would shine. I moved behind her and set a
few of the controls on it that had been hidden from her sight and then
walked off to enjoy the show.

A mechanical hum rose from the back of the machine as the motor began to
spin up to speed. The motor turned a wheel that was only slightly off
center, producing a vibration in the wheel's axle. These vibrations were
conducted from the axle directly into the piece of angle iron over Kristi's
cunt.

The effect? A giant vibrator, capable of many levels of intensity,
currently just introducing itself to Kristi's perception. The angle iron
buzzed her entire pubic area. The lips of her cunt would feel it the most,
but also the area near her asshole and they would be felt somewhat by her
clit, too.

The reason the iron just barely touched her in all of those places was
simple. I didn't want her to become numb to the vibrations. They would be
right there, humming right along on her most sensitive parts. Arousing her,
no matter what she tried to think of or do.

Kristi felt them, alright. I watched from the darkness, sipping cold water
as her eyes widened. I was glad the tape in the recorders was fresh as I
caught her struggles to keep from being stimulated by the fiendish device
caused her to wriggle in her bonds as much as possible.

She tried to shift her weight from foot to foot but that only meant that
one side got an even more intense vibration than if she stayed flat on her
feet. Then she tried lifting herself up on tiptoe. That decreased the
contact, somewhat. It was an outlet I had counted on. Gravity still pulled
down upon her as she strained to push herself up and away from the invasive
pleasure humming through that iron. She was in reasonably good shape and
could manage to strain like this for several minutes. But not forever.

Eventually her strength faded and with much trembling of over taxed muscles
she slid back down to a renewed tingling as the vibrations impacted her sex
again. Tears and perspiration flowed down her cheeks as she felt the
humming again insist that she had no control over becoming aroused. I
wasn't even present in her sight to be the one causing her to suffer this
humiliation, yet I was the one in control of it. And of her. She opened and
closed her bound hands and strained at the straps that held her legs
defenselessly spread. She quivered all over in her efforts to avoid this
invasion.

It seemed that nothing would ever lessen the persistent drive of sexual
arousal being forced upon her. She could not free herself from the clutches
of the device that was making her climb toward pleasure. She rose back on
her toes, briefly, anything to get away from being driven insane with the
stimulation that was wracking her lower body. But that couldn't last. She
screamed into the cock-gag as she sank back on exhausted leg muscles to be
doomed to arousal.

Then the humming faded, and with it the vibrations slowed and stopped. I
could hear her panting through her nose as she struggled to regain her
composure, tried to deny the remnants of insistent desire that still
haunted her cunt. Her hair damp with sweat, she looked a lot less prideful
than she once had. Some of the fight had been taken from her in trying to
fight her own body's reactions.

Under the impression that this particular torment was over, Kristi did her
best to regain her composure. Still I watched from the darkness, giving her
this moment of hope and respite. I let her hope so that I could crush that
hope.

Then the humming began again. A low moan from Kristi accompanied the
motor's renewed noises. More a wail of despair than an attempt at an actual
word.

Again the maddening buzzing between her legs erupted. Tears spilled from
her eyes as pleasure was once again forced into her. She hadn't known that
the device had been set to provide random bursts of vibrations at different
levels of intensity. The one she was currently riding was stronger, a lot
more insistent than the previous torment. She attempted to rise up on her
toes again, but her calves wouldn't take her weight this soon after her
previous exertions. She slid back into a pleasure-hell.

A hell that I was lord of. I reappeared, grinning from ear to ear. Gloating
at her failure. Enjoying her despair. I placed both of my hands on her
breasts, caressing them. She couldn't struggle away, pinned to the surface
of my pleasure-web. I used my skills to give her breasts as much arousal as
her cunt was receiving.

Her now tender, abused nipples were rolled lovingly between my fingers,
rolled beneath my palms. I gave her ample breasts soft kisses and gentle
squeezes. Her eyes were begging me. She wanted me to stop, to make it stop.
To not make her feel pleasure in this way. Against her will.

Tough luck, Kristi, I don't have any mercy.

The flood of stimulation continued. Higher and higher she rose. Fighting
what she was feeling. Shaking with her sobs. Unable to fight the pleasure.
Unable to escape my making it happen.

"Let it happen, Kristi. Come for me, slut."

And she did. Whether she surrendered or if she were just overwhelmed, it
happened. She came. Hard.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body stiffened in a
convulsion of pleasure as the first orgasm I would cause in her took hold
of her. For several seconds she didn't breathe. Then her whole body
shuddered as she collapsed in her bonds.

The motor shut off on its own at that point. I released her breasts and
moved behind the device to ease the choke chain. I didn't release it, only
allowed her some slack so that she wouldn't strangle in her post-orgasmic
haze. Putting the random timer on pause, I moved back around and took the
penis gag out of her mouth.

I cradled her face in my hands and lifted hers to mine. I kissed her
unresisting lips, even feeling a reflexive return of the kiss. A moment of
unexpected tenderness in the den of the demon. Whether she would remember this moment later or not, it would have an effect upon her in days to come.