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Story: Helpless in the Dark (setup)

At the end of this dark corridor is an equally dark room, large, with a
cavernously high ceiling.  Inside the room there are no sources of
light, no windows, no keys.  In the center of the room, you will
discover by feel, a woman is chained.

Three chains descend from the ceiling far above, to attach to manacles
welded shut around her wrists, and to a narrow iron ring around her
neck.  Her feet are solidly placed on the floor, but a step in any
direction will bring her up on her toes, and the limits of the chains
prevent her from moving very far.  Her ears, you will find, have been
plugged with wax - she cannot hear you as you enter, or as you explore
the contents of various tables placed around the edges of the room.
When you enter, her knees are held far apart by a pole strapped between
them - this brings her to her toes and holds her juicy center open for
your exploring touch.  This spreader bar is the only item of her initial
bondage that can be removed.

What will you find?  How will you treat this helpless captive?  How will
she react?

{NOTE:  There is no way to free the captive.  Describe what she does,
and what she feels, but not HOW she feels - i.e., "She moaned and tried
to escape the bite of the lash" is legitimate, but not "She waited
submissively, wanting to feel the lash."  The captive is a victim
(hmm... wonder who that could be?)

PV
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PV,

I've enjoyed a number of your messages, and found the scene
setup quite interesting. I also don't know if there was any
explication of how I am to have reached the end of the dark
corridor, but I chose to assign this history to the scene: I'm a
businessman in an illegal and dangerous trade, and some people
who would like very much to supply me are aware of my tastes, and
arrange some entertainment, which after taking appropriate
precautions, I take them up on, and find myself entering the
scene you've described.

                                         SD
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Story: Helpless in the Dark (completion)

The victim's perfume leads me to her.  I run my hands over all
of her until I know all her assets.  Though she gasps at my first
touch, she says nothing. As my hands explore she remains still,
until I feel her breast and she twists away.  I grasp her nipple
and twist hard, generating an "Owww !".  I feel her breast again
and she remains still.  "What's you name ?", I ask.  She remains
silent.  "TELL ME YOUR NAME !", I command, but she remains
silent.  "Won't talk, eh ?"  Grasping both nipples, I twist them
violently.  "OWWWW AHHH ARR", but no words, come from her mouth,
and while twisting both nipples I pull the left one forward
sharply.  Her screams become shriller, but she doesn't speak.  I
get behind her, place my knee in her lower back, take her nipples
again, and simultaneous twist and pull her nipples. She screams
again. I keep pulling.  "PLEASE STOP, PLEASE !", she screams.
"YOUR NAME", I command, but she just keeps screaming " PLEASE,
- AAHHH - MERCY - OOOOO - I CAN'T BEAR ANYMORE, PLEASE STOP !"
I keep twisting.  "I'M NOT RESISTING - EEEYY -  OH PLEASE STOP -
IF YOU'RE PUNISHING ME FOR RESISTING, PLEASE STOP, I CAN'T HEAR
YOUR COMMANDS !  HAVE MERCY, PLEASE !".  I release her and she
becomes silent.  I slap her face, softly.  "Thank you", she says
softly, taking the hint. I stroke her face, feeling the tears on her
cheeks. "I guess it's OK if I don't know your name.  You'll just
be my Victim".

"Well, dear, it seems verbal interaction is out.  I'll just do
what I want while you scream about it. Usually a couple has to be
married a few years to reach this point".  I start exploring our
chamber and locate the tables with the toys.  I find some toys,
including a very nice oral pear.  "Since we can't talk, let's keep
you to grunts and groans".  I find Victim again and locate
her mouth.  I kiss her but she pulls away so I seize a hank of
hair in each hand and pull them taut so she can't move her head
and kiss her again.  She keeps moving her mouth to avoid my kiss.
Stubborn lady, this.  I try to force the pear in her mouth but
she resists.  I take my knife and place the sharp side of the
blade against her lower lip and apply a very slight downward
pressure, and she opens her mouth.  A stubborn woman, but not a
dumb one. I pull down on her lower lip and she opens wider,
enough for me to barely fit the pear in her mouth. I turn the
screw a few times, opening the pear and stretching her cheeks. I
stroke her face to check the tension and continue to open the
pear over her first indignant then frantic grunts until I judge
her cheeks ready to tear, then lock the setting.  "No way you'll
get that out."  Before proceeding I kiss her eyes and neck and
breasts and stroke her pussy.  "A bit moist for someone who
doesn't like this sort of thing.  Or maybe it's just hot in here.
Well, unless you tell me different, I'm going to assume that it's
you who's hot.  Nothing to say ?  OK, you had your chance."
I take the chains to her wrists and attach the lower links to ones a
a bit higher with padlocks, causing her to dangle by her wrists
w/o making her neck chain taut.  With some difficulty I catch her
flailing legs then raise her feet, crossing her ankles, and tie
them together, then grab some hair, knot it, and attach her hair
and ankles by a short taut cord. I turn her around several times,
then release her. The sound of the chains tells me she's spinning
freely, and I long for some light.  I rub a smooth thick cane in
her pussy lips to lubricate it, then lay below her with a hand on
one knee as I carefully insert the cane into her vagina, slowly
pushing it further in, then pulling it back a bit and shoving it
back in.  I can hear Victim twisting about above me, and the flow
of fluid down the cane has increased.  When I feel extra weight
on the cane and hear Victim's grunts raise an octave I pull it
back a a few inches, then unlock and remove the spreader bar
before releasing my hold on her knee.  Victim spins more slowly
this time, each revolution bringing her further down the cane.
I'm being hit both by the fluid dripping downhthe cane and the
sweat thrown off Victim's body, and loving it.  When the rattling
of the chains stops, I start slowly moving the cane, making a small
circle in the air as Victim's grunts become faster and louder.
When they approach a critical point, I extract the cane, and can
hear the chains rattle as she spins the rest of the way down.
Delightfully, the rattling of her chains continues after Victim
reaches the bottom, as she twists in frustration.

I untie Victim's ankles. Her legs drop, hanging freely, and she
directs a kick at me that only hits my thigh. I step aside to
evade further kicks but none come.  Listening carefully, I can
hear her little grunts, and taking a guess, step in and insert my
hands between her tightly pressed legs.  I grab her thighs and
hold them apart and she grunts loudly and kicks my legs with her
heels.  I catch her knees in my elbows so her kicks have less
force and fewer targets and grasp her buttocks and stand there
enjoying the anger of her grunts and the force of her struggles.
As her struggles abate I pull her closer and start kissing her,
working down from her neck to her breasts.  She twists as if to
escape but her grunts have changed; they're just as loud, growing
louder, but the modulation has changed from that of an
exclamation to that of a question.  I release a cheek and bring
my hand between us to undo my belt and pants, observing as I do
so that Victim isn't taking advantage of the lessened grip to try
to free her leg, so after dropping my pants and kicking them away
from me - with this lady you sometimes need to move fast - I put
both arms around her back and pull her to me, allowing her to
slide down a bit to wrap her legs about me before I press her
against me rubbing her chest against mine as I bury my mouth in
her neck, being only slightly slowed by the frequency with which
I hit my teeth on the narrow band encirling her neck.  Unable to
wait any longer I thrust urgently into her and she starts riding my
cock, forcing herself up and down its length, her grunts
accelerating and the heat rising in her chest and we are both
about to explode...so I push her away, leaving her squealing and
twisting in her chains. I step back not quite fast enough to
escape a kick in the head - how does she aim so well in the dark -
but with both feet off the ground she can't put much force
behind it and it does no damage. I find my pants while she twists
and kicks and grunts what are definitely some sort of angry
exclamations, and dry my throughly lubricated cock.  Then I
circle behind and catch her legs as they return from their
mission of destruction, get my arms below them and press her legs
to her belly.  I wonder how strong she is when she hasn't been
hanging in bondage cause she's plenty strong now, but so am I,
and I have her tightly held, her only resistance being to strike my
head with hers, but her thick hair is so nice that this is rather
pleasant. With no preliminaries I trust my hard dry cock into her
tight unlubricated rectum thrusting hard as she groans ig pain, her
fevered struggles making it very hard not to ejaculate immediately,
but I find the discipline to wait until I've thrust my self fully
within her, then come massive.  Now too weak to hold this
vixen of a victim, she breaks free of me and kicks me in the
stomach and groin, barely missing the essential equipment - her
aim is REALLY good - and I fall to the ground.   She didn't do
any real damage, and the pleasure was well worth the pain, but as
a matter of principle a victim can't be allowed to strike without
being punished, so I rest a moment while Victim tires herself
out, then catch those lethal legs and bind them together.  I'd stubbed
my toe previously on a ring below her, and I find it now and push
the other end of the rope binding her legs through it, then pull
till her legs are stretched fully and tightly, then tie it off. I
take the cane and aim hard strokes against the backs of her
thighs, the blows raining down on them as her angry grunts change
to imploring whimpers.  Under the circumstances, my energy
doesn't last long, and after 20-25 blows I'm spent.  When I stop
striking her thighs I realize that she's rubbing those legs
together again, trying to get that orgasm.  A very determined
woman we have here.  "I'd have liked to have met you in the light
some time, Victim, but with those permanent wrist restraints on I
don't imagine you're ever going to leave here.  But I guess
someone had to be here, and you've a talent for it".  I find the
spreader, untie her legs, feeling her thighs to confirm the
rising welts, and fasten it on her knees in time to prevent her
orgasm, and leave her kicking and moaning.

I've probably already caused lasting damage to her wrists and
arms, but in case she ever does get out of here - and I find
myself hoping, to my surprise, that my business associates can
find some way to free her someday - I adjust the chains so her
toes are back on the ground. I then unlock and close the oral
pear and extract it from her mouth.  When it clears her lips,
she works her jaw for a bit, and, having established that
everything works, shouts "YOU S*O*B ! YOU PROBABLY *CAN'T* GIVE
ANYBODY AN ORGASM..." and continues with a long string of
quite literate and imaginative invective.  Feisty.  If I had time
I'd do her again. Well, I can't stay long, but one last torment
( I hate letting a woman get the last word ).  Leaning against a
table is a sheet of metal with a hole in the middle attached to
some wires.  Since finding the floor ring, I know the purpose of
the metal.  I locate it and the other essential equipment and
place it under her feet.  She doesn't seem to have encountered
this before.  I hook up the battery and throw the switch on the
transformer "AND ANOTHER THING - AARGH IIIIIEEEEE".  Ah, there's
some last words I can let her have.  I can tell by the sparks
that result when her sweaty feet touch the metal that she's
hopping from one foot to the other to minimize the pain to her
feet without hanging any longer by her wrists.  I wonder how long
she can keep it up.  I figure about 20 minutes, and set the timer
- oops, sorry Victim, I didn't mean to raise the voltage, if
there's any dogs here that shriek will bring them - ah, here's
the timer - for 25 minutes.

Between shrieks she's finding the breath to alternately curse me
and make some really intriguing offers.

I'll sound out my new suppliers.  Maybe I can get her as a
throwin.