[IntimateViolator]

Kristi's Kidnapping
Chapter 3

After forcing Kristi to climax I felt that my efforts had been justified. I
was not as concerned that I'd have to kill her for not working out. The
orgasm I had induced in her had not been totally inevitable. Most women
could resist it. It would have no effect on a woman who was totally frigid.
You can't turn an ice queen into a nymphomaniac in a few hours time, if at
all.

But you can make a woman with dreams and desires react to having those
dreams and desires fulfilled, even against her will.

I am not a careless hunter. My prey is not easy to spot, since it is
camouflaged by many, many look-alikes.
But what I'm after is to me precious enough to warrant all the hard work.
When I can be reasonably sure that I'm on the right track.

With Kristi I was fairly certain of having found the right prey. Her
performance a few moments ago proved that. I'd also done some earlier
research on her to be sure of my target.

I'd bent her, but she was far from broken. She proved this to me after
having come back to her senses. I'd moved back a bit after that show of
tenderness and just watched her, waiting for her to recover so that I could
continue the work we'd started. She slowly raised her head from her
shoulder and looked at me. Then tried to spit at me.

Ah, what a gesture of defiance! I was happy to see it present. Of course,
there wasn't enough moisture in her mouth to make a wad of spittle, so it
was more a wish than an action.

Maybe she expected me to scream at her. Or hit her immediately. Instead, I
just smiled.

Moving the back of the machine I set the controls again, then I gathered up
a few items to introduce her to a new side of passion. I also pulled the
choke chain tight again, relishing the gasping from my little captive as
she felt herself being pulled back into the fully restrained posture.

Kristi noticed the riding crop right off when I moved back into her field
of vision. She expected another brief taste of pain for her act of
defiance. That was not my intent, however. Pain, yes. Brief, no.

The marks from the earlier, brief cropping had faded entirely. I set my
other tools on the floor at my feet, then swung the crop through the air in
front of her breasts. It cut the air with an angry sound. She tried to
shrink back, but her position on the board prevented her from going
anywhere. She couldn't twist to either side without strangling herself on
the choke chain. The rest of the restraints pinned her arms and lower body,
keeping her from taking any measures to prevent me from striking anywhere I
wanted.

The motor's hum signaled the beginning of this new dance. Kristi heard it
and her eyes went from the crop to my eyes. "Turn it off! Don't do this!"

My reply was a savage blow that caught her across both breasts above her
nipples. She convulsed under the blow, trying to move anywhere to prevent
this attack upon her body. She tried to scream, too, but by trying to turn
away from me, she had tightened the choke chain. Her scream was cut off by
the links of the chain tightening about her throat.

Her body was in an insupportable position. To remain in one place was to
invite further pain. To move was to cut off her own air supply.

"I'll do what I want, little slut." Then I swung again, a blow straight
down over her left breast, just barely missing her nipple, which was my
intention.

Through an effort of will, Kristi kept her back pressed against the wood so
that she could breathe. She screamed clearly this time. Full throated and
long.

When she finished her howl of pain the crop was resting on her right
breast, in position to deliver another of the severe downward blows like
the one she'd just experienced. But it wasn't moving, yet. And the motor
was humming, driving the vibrations between her legs. Her eyes were on the
tip of the crop, afraid to look away. Trying to keep it from hitting her by
an act of will.

"Concentrate upon the pleasure, little slut. Focus upon it." Then I raised
the crop.

"NO!" The crop came down anyway, again a just-missed pass of the nipple,
her breast was not spared anything else, though. Again a strangled, choked
scream as she fought the choke chain to try and escape.

"Protesting and pleading do you no good, Kristi-slut. Only submission to my
commands is rewarded. Focus upon the pleasure throbbing between you legs,
cunt. That is your salvation."

The next blow came from below, smashing Kristi's heavy left breast upward.
Without a pause I swung the crop down and back up to repeat the strike on
the right.

"Only surrendering to the pleasure can save you. The pain is infinite, but
the pleasure can redeem the pain, to make your pleasure just as infinite."

The motor's hum picked up speed at this point. The vibrations picking up
its insistence upon her focusing upon the pleasure.

The crop slashed six times in quick succession, three strokes upon each of
her thighs.

Kristi was sobbing, loudly. More tears spilled down her cheeks, falling to
her recently battered breasts. The salt of those tears sliding across the
angry red welts of the crop's passing.

"Take in the pain, Kristi. Take in the pleasure. Fuse them. Ride them. Let
the pain be taken by the pleasure and ride them into the clouds."

I paused to let the machine do its work. The pleasure would be there for
her. But she had to obey, to allow it to mix with the pain I had forced
upon her.

"I read your diary, Kristi. I read of your dreams. Of the fantasies you use
when you make yourself come. I went through your books and found the pages
you creased in that set of books about the princess. You want to feel what
I have to give, Kristi."

Still crying, she shook her head as much as her position allowed.

"You wanted the man who beat you to love you, didn't you? You had Richard
tie you up, but he was clumsy. Your hands slipped through the knots. His
spanking of your bottom was all wrong. It didn't hurt right, the way you
hurt in your fantasies."

The vibrations were working their magic. I saw her hips move. Thrusting out
and down, the only movement she had not tried in the past. The one that her
position would allow. A movement to bring her cunt in better contact with
the vibrating arm, to increase her stimulation.

"You don't have to suffer this pain, Kristi. You can surrender to it, let
it wash you clean of the turmoil in your mind, in your heart."

The crop swung now across both nipples at once. I had timed it to match her
thrusting her cunt against the vibrations. Her mouth opened to scream with
pain, but no sound came out. Instead, her eyes flew open wide. I saw into
those eyes, reading them in their blankness. She was feeling the pain as
pleasure, finally. She was on the verge of orgasm.

Her hips were thrust as far as possible against the vibrations, her clit in
full contact with the machine. I swung the crop back across her nipple,
already lanced through with pain. She gulped air to scream again, still
unable to as her pain and pleasure mingled to raise her higher still.

"It's good, isn't it, Kristi. You are out there, feeling the pain as
pleasure. You are getting off on having your nipples whipped, my little
slut."

Her face was twisted in an expression of amazement, awe, pain and ecstasy.
I started swinging the crop again, no longer caring how accurate I was. I
was sending her out there. Out where there is only the pleasure of pain.

"Fly for me, Kristi. Spread the wings of pain and fly on the winds of
pleasure! Come for me, slut!"

As though I had hit some hidden trigger, her body was swept by a wave of
subtle contractions as she did indeed come for me. I could count at least
three major peaks, although only she could say how many minor ones crested
within her. The crop seemed to keep lifting her back up to those peaks and
I swung it time and again, feeling my own body sing with the contact of
fire flowing between us.

Her body sagged in its bonds, no longer fully conscious. I tossed the crop
aside and quickly relaxed the tension on the choke chain again. She had
come too far to allow her own weight snuff out her life now. The motor
hummed down to a stop and I let the program continue to run, to allow it to
resume again in a short while.

I lifted Kristi's head by her hair. Her eyes were half-closed. Words, far
too faint to hear, streamed out. I could not know what she was saying, and
I doubted that she was aware, either. I kissed her moving lips lightly,
then licked at the salty paths of her tears.

I picked up one of the items I had set aside, a pair of paramedic shears.
Not as sexy as the switchblade, but very effective at removing clothing
from a bound victim. I cut down the sleeves of her blouse then removed its
remnants. I next worked on her pantyhose, getting those out of the way.
Through all of this she did not struggle or help.

As I finished the final unwrapping of my little slut, the motor started to
hum again. The vibrations ebbing into her cunt roused Kristi again, who was
still out in the realm of afterglow. A low moan came from her lips as she
shifted in her slumped posture to better feel the pleasure waves coursing
up from the vibrating arm of my machine.

I picked up my next gift for my new slave. While I've termed it a
'martinet', it is not the classic whip of severe pain. It is a small
flogger with elk-hide leather tresses. The tresses are joined to a braided
leather shaft with a coiled spring core which extends down into a braided
leather handle. I had mine made up by a fellow who was fantastic in his
leather work.

Elk-hide is soft and supple, capable of being very caressing. It also makes
for one of the loudest sounding leathers when striking flesh. It's bark is
worse than its bite, but its impact is still considerable when used on
sensitive parts.

Kristi found this out when her abused breasts began to feel the first blows
from the martinet. Still not down to earth after her first climb into the
clouds, the pleasure had begun to buoy her up again. The blows from the
whip were driving her gentle floating into a rocket-propelled spiral
upward. The elk-hide thudded against her flesh, re-awakening the sharper
sensations from the crop's impact earlier. Her nipples, stiffened under
these blows, reaching out to invite further abuse.

"Fly for me, little one. Soar on the winds. Rise higher and higher." I
moved the martinet back and forth across her breasts, the spring core of
the whip aiding my own strength in striking her.

"I am here to take you upon those winds, to raise you up and let them carry
you aloft." I switched a figure eight pattern, zeroing in the impacts upon
those greedy nipples. Kristi was beyond screaming, her voice only heard as
grunts and moans. Her eyes were closed. Not seeing me, but seeing herself,
as a butterfly, wings spread to catch the strong breezes, lifting into the
air.

Her nipples grew red with the impacts, and were stiff from the abuse. I
snatched up a set of clover clamps from my stock of tools and snapped one
closed on her left nipple. Kristi gasped and came yet again. I didn't let
her come back down from the pain before letting the other clamp bite down
with padded jaws upon her right nipple.

I took the chain that connected the two clamps and pulled upon it. It
tightened the clamps and cruelly twisted her nipples.

"Fly for me, my kite. Dance in the winds, safe from crashing by my
control." I tugged the chain from side to side, slowly, letting her feel
this tether between us. "I control the pain and the pleasure. Ride them!
Fly, slut!"

Kristi came yet again, her crotch crammed tightly to the rapidly vibrating
metal. The sensations she was feeling, the lack of any contact to this
world save through me were taking her beyond anything she could have
experienced before in her young life.

The motor cut off, then. She was no longer receiving direct pleasure. Just
pain. But she wasn't coming down from the clouds. Now it was pain alone
that held her out there.

"That's very good, little slut. Now you fly for me on pain alone." I pulled
back more on the clamp chain. Kristi's face was an image right out of
Christian iconography. The ecstasy of the martyred saint. Pain, suffused
with a pleasure beyond the mere stimulation of the erogenous zones.

I felt the flow, the fire that flows when power is exchanged between two
people who are working in pain. My control of her flowed down my arm,
through the chain, into her trapped nipples, to flood her being. Taken in,
the alchemy of submission transmuted that control into the response of a
person who is no longer fully in this world. Her submission flowed back
through her nipples, the clamps, the chain, to be taken into me. A circuit
completed.

I kept the tension up as I moved closer to her, my lips a scant few inches
from hers. I could feel her breath as she slowly inhaled deep into her
belly and slowly out let it out again. She was open to me, now. Not broken,
not by a long shot, but I could get behind her usual guard in this state of
mind.

"You have done well, little slut. You have gone with my pain, instead of
fighting it. Learning to accept and even ride with it. I've taken you to a
new place, one you only had dreamed existed. Only I can bring you here.
Leaving me would mean never coming here again."

Not exactly true. I knew a handful of other men and women who could have
brought her to this state of mind. The difference was is that I brought her
here against her will. They would have required her cooperation, if she had
only known what to look for.

"Only I can do this for you. You won't get here again by yourself or with
someone like Richard. You won't find yourself dancing on these winds if you
reject me. Never again to feel like this. You love it here. You won't want
to give it up, nor give me up."

Implanted suggestions take time to work. Time and repetition. I would enjoy
giving her a chance to hear me tell her all of this again.

I let up the tension on the clamps. The release from the peak of pain eased
Kristi's features, somewhat. Her body began to relax. Good.

Both hands grasped the clamps and applied pressure to open the clamps of
the jaws simultaneously. The shock of the clamps releasing both nipples so
soon after they were so cruelly pulled and twisted brought Kristi to the
limits of what she could feel from pain.

"COME!" I shouted at her, right in her face as the pain crested in her
nipples. No vibrations this time. Just pain in her already sore nipples.

Kristi screamed her orgasm. A breaking voice, wailing the torment and
pleasure replied to my command. Pain made pleasure, pleasure unendurable
racked her body. I clasped her body to mine, crushing those same tortured
nipples as she experienced her orgasm.

Her flesh was hot, all over, somewhat clammy. I was thrilled with her
responsiveness to my torments, but knew enough about the body to recognize
the danger signs.

I had forced her to perspire under the hot lights and kept her under great
physical and emotional stress. It worked to weaken her ability to resist
the ideas I had just given her in her flight. Now it was time to take the
steps necessary to preserve her health.

I had her off the device quickly, using my own strength to hold her up. She
didn't have any of her own to give to that task, using hers mainly to keep
breathing. She was still in the clouds and would be for a time.

It is impractical to carry an unconscious woman by holding her in your
arms. Impractical, but it mentally impacts her more than the fireman's
carry. I took Kristi up in my arms and carried her to the bed I had
prepared in her new room.

I lay her limp body on the bed, face up and removed the choke chain. I drew
the leg iron that was fastened to the wall beside the bed and snapped it
closed around her ankle. I could lock the room, but keeping her bound was
as much a part of her new life as it was a means to help break her. At no
time should she have liberty.

I left the room momentarily and returned with a cold bottle of spring
water. She was dehydrated and I needed to correct that. I first took a
large swig of the water to quench my own need, then filled my mouth with
water.

I bent down over her face on the bed and put my lips to her. Reflexively,
she opened her mouth to kiss. That was when I let some of the water from my
mouth pour into hers. She stirred from her semi-delirious level of
consciousness, almost choking on the sudden and unexpected wetness. Then
her body took over, swallowing the tiny amount of water it needed so badly.

As I heard her swallow the water I let a little more dribble in. She
continued to swallow each bit I gave her. I had filled and emptied my mouth
three times before I felt she was out of the woods, so to speak. Enough
water to start her re-hydration.

Out from under the heat of the floodlights, her body had cooled
considerably. I ran my hand over her belly, feeling the gooseflesh
beginning to grow here in the coolness of the room. I pulled a warm blanket
over her body.

There wasn't much room on the bed without crowding her, but I still managed
to lay on my side next to her. I stroked her hair, now fully matted from
perspiration and her cheeks. She was out there, amongst the clouds, still.

"Rest, little one. You've had a hard time, but have learned an important
lesson. That I can give you something you only dreamed possible."

We lay there for some time. My arms were around her as she slowly came back
into her body from her ride in the clouds. Eventually, she came back far
enough to fall into sleep. When I heard her deep, rhythmic breathing and
was sure she would stay asleep for a time I got off the bed and left the
room, locking the door behind me. I'd left the half-full water bottle next
to the bed.

Kristi could sleep for now, but I had a bit more work to do. I shut down
the taping equipment, putting the tapes away safely and shut off the
floodlights. I picked up the used and discarded tools and put them away. I
even took off the shoulder holster and gun, putting them under lock and
key. I would need them again, but not for the balance of the night.

I took a last look around and checked my pockets, making sure I had
everything I would need. Assured that I did, I locked the building tight as
I went out the door.

I had a rental car waiting for me. It was part of my plans for covering the
disappearance of Kristi. I got in and drove to her apartment. It was night
out by this time and most of her neighbors would be asleep or nearing the
time for sleep. I'd been in her place in the daylight dressed as a workman
without incident. This would be my last visit and I wanted as few possible
observers as I could.

I let myself into her place and immediately made for her suitcase, stored
in the bedroom closet. I got it out, wearing latex gloves and began filling
it, carefully. I wanted to choose items that she would choose to take with
her as well as items I wanted her to have. Grooming and hygiene items,
underclothes, shoes, her diary, ordinary, everyday clothing as well as
lingerie and a couple of her better outfits. It was quite a selection and
barely fit into the suitcase.

She had no pets and the couple of plants she had already suffered from mild
neglect. She would not be returning here, nor would I. I shut off the
lights behind me and left her apartment.

I drove the rental to the airport, where I had first taken it out. There,
the sight of a man with a suitcase was totally normal. I finished dropping
the car off and took the shuttle-bus to the terminal. I got off at one of
the airline's entryway and went inside, then made my way to another level
where I could find a taxi-stand.

Once again, a man with a suitcase, getting in a cab at the airport looked
totally normal. I had the driver take me to an address on the other side of
the block from the grocery store where Kristi's car had been left, locked,
in the employee parking area. As it was a store open twenty-four hours a
day, no one had noticed one more car there in the intervening hours. It was
also not highly visible to anyone else at this hour. I put her suitcase in
the trunk and then got into her car and drove it back to my place. A second
roll-up door opened to my signal and I pulled her car into it.

To anyone investigating tomorrow when Kristi didn't show up for work, she
had come home, packed, and left town. If anyone had seen me leaving her
apartment, they might trace the car to the airport car-rental, and even my
entry to the airport. No one would look for me then turning around and
leaving the airport with a suitcase. They would assume I had been meeting
her there, or flying to meet her elsewhere.

No one would look for Kristi in her hometown, no matter what.

I took a peek at my still slumbering now missing person in her bed. The
light falling from behind me across the bed made her face look particularly
angelic. An appearance that would soften the heart of any lover. Indeed, it
softened mine. Did I really want to continue through with this?

I recalled how she had felt, climaxing against me after the clamps came
off. Yes. I did want to do this. I wanted her to be mine, forever.