Bondage Revenge — Regina vs. Taylor
Crated — Kidnapped — Kept
[WARNING — NON-CON THEMES! TRANSGRESSIVE EROTIC FICTION]
After at least an hour-long ride in the darkness, I’m still unable to move, naked, helpless, and buried in wood shavings. Finally, my motionless body rolls out onto a hard wooden bench. Every inch of my skin is begging to shiver from the coldness of the warehouse against my flesh, but I can’t.
Feeling a hand on my shoulder and another on my stomach, I face my captor. Regina quietly says in a raspy and evil voice, “Know who I am bitch?”
I know instantly I’m staring into the crazy eyes of my boyfriend’s ex. Wanting so badly to respond with, ‘You’re the cunt who kept spending all his money when you weren’t busy sucking his brother’s cock.’
The problem is, I can’t move my lips, much less any other part of my body. I can hear, see, and feel everything, but can’t move or even talk.
“Poor helpless baby. You look confused... or is that just the stupid look you have on your face all the time?”
Now I want more than anything to just reach up and choke Regina to get her to just shut up, but I can’t even get a single finger to flinch.
“Don’t you worry, my little plaything. Your inability to move is only temporary, which is a good thing. Because I want to see you struggle to get free as I torture your helpless body as long as I want.”
Oh my God! What is wrong with this bitch? Just get over it! You lost him. It’s not my fault he hated being with you. Trying my absolute hardest, I get my index finger to move the tiniest amount.
Regina catches that motion out of the corner of her eye and says, “Looks like I need to get you in the chair sooner than expected.”
Chair? What chair? Regina pulls her knobby knee out from between my thighs and moves out of my sight. She’s not far away. I just can’t turn my head to see what she’s doing. I can hear something squeaking loudly, making noises almost as irritating as when she talks.
She’s very close, and I hear the noise of two latches, maybe locks to hold the item in place. The item I can only assume is some type of rolling chair. She roughly brushes away the wood shavings from my body, so there’s no longer a single inch of me not exposed to the cool air or this bitches creepy eyes.
“Nice tits. Guessing you must have gotten a discount, because they’re nowhere near the same size, Taylor.”
This fucking cunt needs to go down! She drags my body off the side of the rough table and plops me down into some odd as fuck leaning back chair with some thin vinyl padded seat and back. It feels like a big hole is under my ass and pussy… like a toilet seat.
“My God, you’re heavy! That’s so surprising... because Benjamin doesn’t like the fatties. Well, that’s the best I can do. Hope you’re comfortable because you’re going to be in this chair for a very long time.”
How long? My God, I have to stop her! Trying again to move my left index finger,r and I cause my whole left arm to slip off the chair’s armrest.
“Oh no, you don’t!”
Regina roughly grabs my left arm, moves it back into place, using the straps built into the chair, straps my wrist, forearm, and bicep. By this point, I’m able to fully move my right arm, and I try to fight her off with the plan to get myself unstrapped!
Even though I can fully move it, I have absolutely no strength behind my motions. She easily moves and straps my second arm as helplessly as my first. At which point, I’m getting motion back into my legs and kicking her as hard as possible.
In my mind, it was a couple of really hard kicks. In reality, it was just wimpy flailing. “Seriously, Taylor? Just stop. Now you’re just being pitiful. You can’t prevent what’s about to happen, so just accept it.”
As much as I tried, Regina was right. First, my left leg is strapped at my ankle, calf, lower, and then upper thigh. A minute late,r and she’s completed the same process on my right. The bitch goes as far as to purposely brush her hand across my pussy multiple times.
More straps are closed around my waist, just above and below my tits and now my neck! My lips are just starting to move, which is good, because I have so many things I need to say. She lets just her fingertips slide along my lips.
“Oh, Taylor... are you about to learn how to talk all over again?”
I wet my lips in preparation for letting her know exactly how I feel. Taking in several deep breaths and I open wide… just in time for her to push a large black leather gag insert into my mouth, before closing the straps around my head. Fuck!
“You see, Taylor… I really don’t care what’s on your mind, or what was about to come out of your mouth. That is unless it’s Benjamin’s cock after you’re done sucking him off. That will never happen again.
My eyes are darting around, looking for my cell phone. It has to be around somewhere, because my clothing is folded up in a pile on top of a crate. She sees what I’m doing, smiles, and asks, “Are you looking for your phone?”
Regina adds, “You already broke up with him via text. Told him you never want to see him again and topped it off by calling him a bad fuck. After that, I crushed it with a hammer and tossed it in the river so the GPS won’t work if he tries tracking you down.”
Even though I’m still weak, I had a good amount of fight within me along with hope of kicking her ass. After being strapped, completely helpless, and knowing the main person who would be looking for me, most likely hates me now. If he doesn’t, he still wouldn’t be able to find me even if he tried.
The chair and I are rolled off to a corner of this warehouse. There is a collection of different bondage items, riding crops, nipple clamps, and more. In addition, there’s a random collection of odd-looking medical-looking devices?
All proud and creepy like, Regina comments, “I used to be a nurse, so don’t you worry one little bit, Taylor.”
Used to be? WTF! Why did you “use” to be a nurse? Pulling some peel away thing off some pads, Regina sticks like a half dozen of them on my chest and along with more on the tops of my thighs, backs of my thighs and sides of my ass. She runs wires from each pad to one of the several electronic items.
With those all in place and connected, she switches to adding a strap-on butterfly-style vibrator pushed hard up against my clitoris. It seems like a much more complex one than I’ve ever seen. It also connects to the same device as all of those pads already in place.
“Here we go.” Says Regina as she flips a switch on the device, sits down and watches me start to squirm from the vibrations on my clit.
I don’t mind cumming, in fact, I do it as often as possible. But to cum for this bitch… the idea is just pissing me off more than anything. I am not going to be her… oh God… fuck! The vibrator is almost formed perfectly around my swollen clit.
As much as I don’t want to be her toy, I can’t help but breathe harder and squirm in my bondage. My hips are moving up and down, and the tightly strapped butterfly is riding right along.
“You sure are one hell of a cum slut, aren’t you?”
Sure, gag me and then ask me questions you don’t want answers to. Fucking bitch! I’m getting closer to cumming no matter what I’m trying to stop it from happening. I have my full strength and abilities to move back, but it’s too late to do anything about what’s already happened.
I am bound, completely unable to stop her or get myself free. The pleasure is too much, and my shuddering starts as my orgasm hits me hard. Biting down on my gag as every muscle in my body tenses up to both accept and fight the pleasures... and she flips off the device, and the vibrations stop.
You cunt! I wanted to keep going. She already had won that battle, so it’s only fair I get to completely enjoy that orgasm, but also the multiple ones that would have come soon after.
“Awww, poor baby. You look sad that I stopped it. Well that wasn’t being done for your pleasure bitch. It was for proper calibration of the unit.”
What the hell does that mean?
“You look confused again, Taylor... as you always do. See, that was your last orgasm ever, so I hope you enjoyed it.”
Wait! What is she talking about? Is she going to kill me now? I watch as she turns several knobs on the device before turning the secondary outer knob ring to lock each into place.
She adds a bedpan into an area under the seat of the chair. “This is in case you can’t control yourself while I run to get some supplies for us.”
Regina flips the power back on, and the butterfly once again hugs and massages my clitoris, causing my orgasm to quickly build up again. At least I get to cum again while she’s gone.
Turning to me before leaving, Regina says, “Did you need me to get you anything else while I’m out? Because if you did, I really don’t give a fuck.”
As my orgasm builds, I watch her head out, close the large door, and double-lock it behind her.
Having just cum not too long ago, my return trip to euphoria isn’t taking me long at all. With the addition of that Cunt not staring at me, my orgasm is coming fast and strong. I breathe in nice and deep, to get the full effect and…
[ZAP!]
FUCK!
[ZAP!]
GOD DAMIT!
[ZAAAPPPPP!]
I loose control, pissing from the shocks of pain running up my thighs, through my crotch and up to my breasts! My body is shaking from the pain when it should be shuddering from pleasure!
What the fuck just happened? This has to be why she “use” to be a nurse. She didn’t hook any of this up right, or so I believe. I’m learning that bitch hooked up everything exactly as she planned.
After around fifteen minutes of me finally calming down, [Bzzz] and my butterfly is back and working my clitoris again, but in a switched-up pattern of on and off. I’m building once again towards another orgasm, but at a painfully slower pace.
I squirm, I struggle, and I hump my hips up, trying to get the butterfly effects to intensify, to get me there quicker. This round it takes like four times longer, but I’m right on the edge. More deep breaths, bracing and…
[ZAAAAAAPPPPP!!!!]
My orgasm instantly stops again, as the one longer more intense shock ravages my pussy along with my thighs, ass, stomach and breasts. I bite down hard, close my hands into fists, and curl my toes, waiting for the pain to just stop.
I damn near pass out this time as the full realization that Regina didn’t screw up when she connected everything. Teasing me to the edge of orgasm only to deny me with painful shocks is exactly what she wanted all along.
Starting to cry as I quadruple check each and every strap holding me in place. I can’t get free! My body is covered in sweat as the butterfly comes back to life, to bring me to the edge again. I don’t even know how many hours have passed or how many times this has happened.
I keep trying to ignore the pleasure to avoid the pain, but this fucking device is so unbelievably random and it’s calibrated to my bodies breathing and heart rates. I can’t avoid another buildup of pleasure as I hear the locks opening on the solid metal door.
My fingers and toes are twitching in anticipation of pleasures I will never experience. Regina returns with a cart and a rolling IV stand. No fucking way!
“The place is running low, so I was only able to get enough I.V. bags and catheter supplies to last about two weeks. Not to worry, though, Taylor… I put in a bulk order, which should show up before we need them.”
It's going to be a long year.
What happens when Taylor adjusts to the pain so it no longer interferes with the pleasure? My first thought was Taylor should fake an orgasm every time she's shocked or as soon as it ends. Then I thought that might make psycho Sally turn it up even more. I'll never understand why one woman blames another woman when their b/f leaves them for someone else. If not that particular person he will find another so why not accept that he's a piece of shit that no longer wants you. Count your blessings that you're rid of him and move on! Sheesh!