Mansion prt 1 nc MF - Rape Board

NaughtyKty · 03-19-2006, 12:17 AM

The man was crazy. That much she was sure of. She had been his captive here, for well over a week, and although he hadn't lived up to his threats of seduction, she knew it was only a matter of time. He usually kept her tied up, mostly to a hard wooden kitchen chair. He kept her gagged all of the time, except for when he fed her. Even when he untied her hands, to bathe, or eat, or relieve herself, there was no way to remove the gag, for was it a helmet of sorts,that locked, in the back of her head. The mask covered her entire lower face, leaving only her eyes and forehead visible. The inside of the mask, had a distended round ball, about the size of a small peach, that fit snugly into her mouth, keeping her from ever closing it. The entire thing was made of steel, and made her head weigh twice as much. She had come to hate cursed thing, almost as much as she hated the man who made her wear it. Only it was hard to hate someone when she had no clue who she was hating. The man was obviously quite fond of masks, because whenever he was in her sight, he wore one as well. His hair changed color daily, and he spoke to her only thru a mechanized, hand-held, voice distorter. Clown masks, monster masks, funny Haloween masks-they were all evidence to his insanity. They were also quite efficient in keeping her terrified, and confused. Crazy as a loon, and yet the meals he fed to her were unbelievably delicious, noticeable even in her present state. Hateful, but yet he had never touched her in a violent manner. Even her kidnapping had been free of brutality. Held at gunpoint, she had done everything he asked, and he had not hurt her. His house, or should she say mansion, was magnificent. Full of antiques, and expensive peices, and the place was sirprisingly clean. He always prepared the bathroom before she was to bathe, and there she found expensive soaps, and shampoos, luxiourious lotions, and perfumes, candles burning, with the scent of incense. It was as if he loved and hated her. But who was he?
Comments more than welcome...Luv, Kitty

strawdog · 03-19-2006, 03:31 AM

your story sounds v interesting

Grm · 03-19-2006, 10:27 AM

Keep up the good work Kitty!

NaughtyKty · 03-19-2006, 11:02 PM

The scent of cologne filled her nostrils, as someone stood behind her, and fumbled with the lock on her helmet. "It's time." he said, close to her ear. No voice distorter, this time! And his voice-so familiar-was quite sensual. Cool air tickled her head and ears, as the helmet-gag was removed. Was she being released? Big hands slid down, brushing gently over her mouth, carressing her lips. They were bruised from wearing the gag for so long, and his touching them made her feel even more vulnerable. "So soft," he murmured, and then his hands dropped to her neck, still carressing.
She tried to speak. "Wh-Why are you-"
"Sssshhh.. Or I'll have to gag you, again." His voice was still soft, but now she was detecting threads of anger in it, as well. He caressed continuously lower, until he had reached the tops of her breasts. She wore only the navy blue negligee that he had given her, for he allowed her to wear nothing else. No socks or shoes, for he knew that if she did escape, she would come crawling back, if she did not die first in the frozen winter weather. Her nipples hardened against her will, and she fought the urge to arch her back, to lift her breasts until his fingers came in contact with the sensitive peaks.
What was the matter with her? Why was this man making her feel so sexual? She hated him, and now she hated him more for making her body betray her. His fingers did not lower, but but continued to carress only the tops of her breasts, the creamy white skin that was visible above the satin. Suddenly brave, she jumped up and ran a few steps away. Then she whirled to face him, her curiousity getting the best of her.

Should I continue?
Luv,
Kitty

NaughtyKty · 03-20-2006, 09:14 PM

"Steve!!!" she gasped, shocked beyond anything she ever could have imagined. Big, heavyset, very strong and muscular, he was usually nothing but a big teddy bear. Steve was the guy had always wanted her, and the one guy whom she would never give herself to. He was a friend, and she hadn't wanted to risk such a good friendship. But more than that, she admitted, with some guilt, was that even thought she sometimes fantasized about him, he was heavyset. And she didn't date heavyset guys. Shame filled her heart, as she remembered how cruelly she had treated him. How could she have been so superficial? And then horror filled her as she realized that Steve still saw her as that nasty, superficial person. She wondered how far he had gone in his hatred? Did he plan to murder her? Torture her? Or perhaps both, in his own good time?
And suddenly he was coming for her, and all thought ceased. He was close, and he was strong, but she was the more agile of the two, and she whirled, running towards the closest door. It took her into what appeared to be a living room, but she hardly paused to take note. The next doorway was an open arch that took her up a flight of stairs. She fled gracefully, which was a considerable wonder, after all the time she had spent tied to a chair. She could hear Steve's buffalo-like steps behind her, and it flashed into her mind that he would catch her, and that he might just crush her with his bulk, when he did.
Why hasn't he hurt you yet? The question seemed so completely relevant that it slowed her down, as she tried to create an answer. The answer never arrived, because a horrendous tearing at her hair, brought her to her knees, where she cowered in terror. Her mouth tried to form words in her defense, but her vocal cords seemed to be temporarily out of order. She froze completely, which was a common reaction when she was terrified. She felt someone at her back, towering over her, and somehow she melted, sinking to a formless heap on the floor, lying on her stomach. Something glanced off the top of her head, and she realized she had missed a devastating punch by mere inches. But there was no more escape. She was now helpless, face-down on the floor, and if anyone nearby wanted to use her as a punching bag, there was not much she could do about it.

Lupo · 03-21-2006, 12:00 AM

Very nice indeed.. Do continiue Kitty.

Grm · 03-21-2006, 08:01 PM

Keep going Kitty, there is a long way yet to go[I hope].
author of sorts
Grm

NaughtyKty · 03-22-2006, 11:25 PM

She screamed out the first thing that came to her mind. "I'm sorry!!" she wailed, hoping to pacify him until his temper had cooled a bit. He hit her nevertheless, bringing his hamlike fist driving down into her middle back. She cried out such a childlike squeal of pain, that she somehow frightened him away. He hadn't really hit hit her that hard, but the shock of it took her breath away. She only had the strength to bring her arms up around her head, and that's what she did. She pillowed her head on them and began to cry.
*** *** *** *** *** ***
Steve never planned to kidnap her. Steve never planned much of anything. But the night before it happened, his fury had reached a boiling point, due to one of his violent dreams. He respected women. Most of the time, he held open doors for them, and even pushed their chairs in for them on the rare occasion when took a girl out to eat. Steve liked women. Fantasized about them every night. He had nothing against them....except where she was concerned. She was the one who haunted his dreams. She was the one who he had always wanted to love. She was the one who had broken his heart. She was the one who he wanted to break.
Steve had loved her in the beginning. Desperately. In the days when his weight had been a factor against his social status, Tia had looked at him with love, and even lust, when everyone else had just wanted to bounce a cruel joke off of him. When Bobby, Steve's supposed girlfriend, had joined in the fray, Tia had punched her in the mouth, showing her that NOONE talked bad about Steve and got away with it. But then... But then Tia had screwed up. When Steve had asked her out, Tia had responded agreeably enough... But she wouldn't sleep with him. Wouldn't even let him touch her, for that matter. There had been a rough scene, and ugly scene, and then Tia had broken up with him. Not long after that, she had dropped out of school. But not before she had spread it around school what a lousy lover he was. AND SHE DIDN"T EVEN KNOW!! The bitch had never slept with him. His remaining 4 years at Muncie had been Hell after that. Noone would even pretend to be his friend. Every time he came around a corner, the girls would laugh and point, and ask how a guy so big could have a dick so small. And Tia had gone on with her life, never sparing a thought for the damage she had done to him. Well, he would take care of that now. And alot of other things...

NaughtyKty · 03-24-2006, 12:48 AM

Thinking about the way she had treated him spurred the rage in Steve's heart all over again. He wanted to beat her until she screamed for mercy. He wanted to mark her pretty face so she could never use it against another man. That decided, her reached over and grabbed a hunk of her hair, pulling her roughly up to face him. But her face was soft, and streaked with tears, and he couldn't find it in himself to hurt her while she was in this condition. He let go of her hair, and she collapsed against his broad chest, making him cringe with irritation and guilt. He wanted to fling her away, to scream at her and bring out the nasty person that he knew she really was, but she felt so needy...
"I'm going to carry you to the bedroom...I'm not going to hurt you" his voice sounded soothing, even to his own ears. He could get her on the bed, and get her calmed down, and then he could continue with his plan. It wasn't like she could escape. He had all winter to make her pay.
*** *** *** ***
Tia hung like a rag doll from Steve's arms, as he carried her to the bedroom. She was terrified, but she had no fight left in her. This week of being held hostage had been terrible for her psychologically. But none of it had been anything compared to finding out it was an old, trusted friend who had been keeping her. She sat up suddenly in arms, and looked at his face.
"Steve...we're not friends anymore, are we?" she asked, searching his face, tearfully. Her eyes were red, and still wet from earlier, as she waited for his answer. But there was none. He raised his hand to the back of her head and pressed her face firmly back against his chest.

Duff · 03-25-2006, 09:02 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by NaughtyKty

Should I continue?
Luv,
Kitty

Please do. Your creative output this past week has been quite remarkable I must say. Keep it up.

Duff

03-19-2006, 12:17 AM	#1
NaughtyKty Member Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Outskirts of Kansas City, KS Posts: 54 Reputation: 522	Mansion prt 1 nc MF The man was crazy. That much she was sure of. She had been his captive here, for well over a week, and although he hadn't lived up to his threats of seduction, she knew it was only a matter of time. He usually kept her tied up, mostly to a hard wooden kitchen chair. He kept her gagged all of the time, except for when he fed her. Even when he untied her hands, to bathe, or eat, or relieve herself, there was no way to remove the gag, for was it a helmet of sorts,that locked, in the back of her head. The mask covered her entire lower face, leaving only her eyes and forehead visible. The inside of the mask, had a distended round ball, about the size of a small peach, that fit snugly into her mouth, keeping her from ever closing it. The entire thing was made of steel, and made her head weigh twice as much. She had come to hate cursed thing, almost as much as she hated the man who made her wear it. Only it was hard to hate someone when she had no clue who she was hating. The man was obviously quite fond of masks, because whenever he was in her sight, he wore one as well. His hair changed color daily, and he spoke to her only thru a mechanized, hand-held, voice distorter. Clown masks, monster masks, funny Haloween masks-they were all evidence to his insanity. They were also quite efficient in keeping her terrified, and confused. Crazy as a loon, and yet the meals he fed to her were unbelievably delicious, noticeable even in her present state. Hateful, but yet he had never touched her in a violent manner. Even her kidnapping had been free of brutality. Held at gunpoint, she had done everything he asked, and he had not hurt her. His house, or should she say mansion, was magnificent. Full of antiques, and expensive peices, and the place was sirprisingly clean. He always prepared the bathroom before she was to bathe, and there she found expensive soaps, and shampoos, luxiourious lotions, and perfumes, candles burning, with the scent of incense. It was as if he loved and hated her. But who was he? Comments more than welcome...Luv, Kitty __________________ Promise Not To Stop When I Say When. -Foo Fighters

03-19-2006, 03:31 AM	#2
strawdog Member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: south east england Posts: 73 Reputation: 172	go on.. your story sounds v interesting

03-19-2006, 11:02 PM	#4
NaughtyKty Member Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Outskirts of Kansas City, KS Posts: 54 Reputation: 522	The scent of cologne filled her nostrils, as someone stood behind her, and fumbled with the lock on her helmet. "It's time." he said, close to her ear. No voice distorter, this time! And his voice-so familiar-was quite sensual. Cool air tickled her head and ears, as the helmet-gag was removed. Was she being released? Big hands slid down, brushing gently over her mouth, carressing her lips. They were bruised from wearing the gag for so long, and his touching them made her feel even more vulnerable. "So soft," he murmured, and then his hands dropped to her neck, still carressing. She tried to speak. "Wh-Why are you-" "Sssshhh.. Or I'll have to gag you, again." His voice was still soft, but now she was detecting threads of anger in it, as well. He caressed continuously lower, until he had reached the tops of her breasts. She wore only the navy blue negligee that he had given her, for he allowed her to wear nothing else. No socks or shoes, for he knew that if she did escape, she would come crawling back, if she did not die first in the frozen winter weather. Her nipples hardened against her will, and she fought the urge to arch her back, to lift her breasts until his fingers came in contact with the sensitive peaks. What was the matter with her? Why was this man making her feel so sexual? She hated him, and now she hated him more for making her body betray her. His fingers did not lower, but but continued to carress only the tops of her breasts, the creamy white skin that was visible above the satin. Suddenly brave, she jumped up and ran a few steps away. Then she whirled to face him, her curiousity getting the best of her. Should I continue? Luv, Kitty __________________ Promise Not To Stop When I Say When. -Foo Fighters

03-20-2006, 09:14 PM	#5
NaughtyKty Member Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Outskirts of Kansas City, KS Posts: 54 Reputation: 522	"Steve!!!" she gasped, shocked beyond anything she ever could have imagined. Big, heavyset, very strong and muscular, he was usually nothing but a big teddy bear. Steve was the guy had always wanted her, and the one guy whom she would never give herself to. He was a friend, and she hadn't wanted to risk such a good friendship. But more than that, she admitted, with some guilt, was that even thought she sometimes fantasized about him, he was heavyset. And she didn't date heavyset guys. Shame filled her heart, as she remembered how cruelly she had treated him. How could she have been so superficial? And then horror filled her as she realized that Steve still saw her as that nasty, superficial person. She wondered how far he had gone in his hatred? Did he plan to murder her? Torture her? Or perhaps both, in his own good time? And suddenly he was coming for her, and all thought ceased. He was close, and he was strong, but she was the more agile of the two, and she whirled, running towards the closest door. It took her into what appeared to be a living room, but she hardly paused to take note. The next doorway was an open arch that took her up a flight of stairs. She fled gracefully, which was a considerable wonder, after all the time she had spent tied to a chair. She could hear Steve's buffalo-like steps behind her, and it flashed into her mind that he would catch her, and that he might just crush her with his bulk, when he did. Why hasn't he hurt you yet? The question seemed so completely relevant that it slowed her down, as she tried to create an answer. The answer never arrived, because a horrendous tearing at her hair, brought her to her knees, where she cowered in terror. Her mouth tried to form words in her defense, but her vocal cords seemed to be temporarily out of order. She froze completely, which was a common reaction when she was terrified. She felt someone at her back, towering over her, and somehow she melted, sinking to a formless heap on the floor, lying on her stomach. Something glanced off the top of her head, and she realized she had missed a devastating punch by mere inches. But there was no more escape. She was now helpless, face-down on the floor, and if anyone nearby wanted to use her as a punching bag, there was not much she could do about it. __________________ Promise Not To Stop When I Say When. -Foo Fighters

03-22-2006, 11:25 PM	#8
NaughtyKty Member Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Outskirts of Kansas City, KS Posts: 54 Reputation: 522	She screamed out the first thing that came to her mind. "I'm sorry!!" she wailed, hoping to pacify him until his temper had cooled a bit. He hit her nevertheless, bringing his hamlike fist driving down into her middle back. She cried out such a childlike squeal of pain, that she somehow frightened him away. He hadn't really hit hit her that hard, but the shock of it took her breath away. She only had the strength to bring her arms up around her head, and that's what she did. She pillowed her head on them and began to cry. * * * * * * Steve never planned to kidnap her. Steve never planned much of anything. But the night before it happened, his fury had reached a boiling point, due to one of his violent dreams. He respected women. Most of the time, he held open doors for them, and even pushed their chairs in for them on the rare occasion when took a girl out to eat. Steve liked women. Fantasized about them every night. He had nothing against them....except where she was concerned. She was the one who haunted his dreams. She was the one who he had always wanted to love. She was the one who had broken his heart. She was the one who he wanted to break. Steve had loved her in the beginning. Desperately. In the days when his weight had been a factor against his social status, Tia had looked at him with love, and even lust, when everyone else had just wanted to bounce a cruel joke off of him. When Bobby, Steve's supposed girlfriend, had joined in the fray, Tia had punched her in the mouth, showing her that NOONE talked bad about Steve and got away with it. But then... But then Tia had screwed up. When Steve had asked her out, Tia had responded agreeably enough... But she wouldn't sleep with him. Wouldn't even let him touch her, for that matter. There had been a rough scene, and ugly scene, and then Tia had broken up with him. Not long after that, she had dropped out of school. But not before she had spread it around school what a lousy lover he was. AND SHE DIDN"T EVEN KNOW!! The bitch had never slept with him. His remaining 4 years at Muncie had been Hell after that. Noone would even pretend to be his friend. Every time he came around a corner, the girls would laugh and point, and ask how a guy so big could have a dick so small. And Tia had gone on with her life, never sparing a thought for the damage she had done to him. Well, he would take care of that now. And alot of other things... __________________ Promise Not To Stop When I Say When. -Foo Fighters

03-19-2006, 10:27 AM	#3
Grm Banned Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: The Black Country Posts: 956 Reputation: 1332	Keep up the good work Kitty!

03-21-2006, 12:00 AM	#6
Lupo Privileged Member Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Denmark Posts: 447 Reputation: 571	Very nice indeed.. Do continiue Kitty.

03-21-2006, 08:01 PM	#7
Grm Banned Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: The Black Country Posts: 956 Reputation: 1332	Keep going Kitty, there is a long way yet to go[I hope]. author of sorts Grm

03-24-2006, 12:48 AM	#9
NaughtyKty Member Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Outskirts of Kansas City, KS Posts: 54 Reputation: 522	Thinking about the way she had treated him spurred the rage in Steve's heart all over again. He wanted to beat her until she screamed for mercy. He wanted to mark her pretty face so she could never use it against another man. That decided, her reached over and grabbed a hunk of her hair, pulling her roughly up to face him. But her face was soft, and streaked with tears, and he couldn't find it in himself to hurt her while she was in this condition. He let go of her hair, and she collapsed against his broad chest, making him cringe with irritation and guilt. He wanted to fling her away, to scream at her and bring out the nasty person that he knew she really was, but she felt so needy... "I'm going to carry you to the bedroom...I'm not going to hurt you" his voice sounded soothing, even to his own ears. He could get her on the bed, and get her calmed down, and then he could continue with his plan. It wasn't like she could escape. He had all winter to make her pay. * * * * Tia hung like a rag doll from Steve's arms, as he carried her to the bedroom. She was terrified, but she had no fight left in her. This week of being held hostage had been terrible for her psychologically. But none of it had been anything compared to finding out it was an old, trusted friend who had been keeping her. She sat up suddenly in arms, and looked at his face. "Steve...we're not friends anymore, are we?" she asked, searching his face, tearfully. Her eyes were red, and still wet from earlier, as she waited for his answer. But there was none. He raised his hand to the back of her head and pressed her face firmly back against his chest. __________________ Promise Not To Stop When I Say When. -Foo Fighters

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