Archive-name: Bondage/captkati.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Capturing Katie She was the most beautiful and desirable woman I had ever come across in my whole life. I took great delight in watching her struggle against the bonds that held her exposed and captive to my every pleasure. Her dainty wrists were cuffed together and held above her head, her arms pulled uncomfortably high and tight by strong nylon ropes. Her long, shiny black hair cascaded about her shoulders, partially obscuring the dildo gag that was jammed into her mouth, and swayed from side to side as she hopelessly tried to escape the cruel bondage that held her firmly in place. Her breasts were unusually large for such a young woman and it was those special features that attracted me to her in the first place. My eyes took in all of her beauty, travelling down past the narrow waist, her slim hips and continuing down to her full, but trim, thighs. Her legs were masterpieces: they were long and firm, perfectly shaped and their beauty was enhanced by the fresh welts rising as a result of her latest whipping. The skin on her inner thighs, the area closest to her cunt, had drawn most of my fury this night and the result was plain: long, deep red angry welts that almost seemed the color of blood, criss-crossing in a pattern that showed how each cut of the whip had been laid down. I took pride in my artistic abilities: so what if my brush was a leather whip and my canvass the beautiful body of an innocent woman, fresh out of high school. Every burning touch of the whip had been laid down with forethought and design to carefully bring out her finest features. Her ass had also been visited by my cruel punisher, but I had concentrated my attentions on her thighs and breasts, giving her ass somewhat of a break in order to let last nights wounds heal. The cross-cross pattern continued down her tanned legs, tapering off to nothing around the cuffs that locked her ankles to the ground, forcing her legs to be spread open about five feet apart. She was pulled taught by the ropes from the ceiling pulley, and the only way she could relieve the growing pain and pressure in her shoulders was by standing on her tiptoes. But with her legs so unnaturally spread apart, it was impossible to stand up high for more than a few minutes...she moaned and groaned as her tortured body rose and fell in her vain attempts to relieve the pressure in her shoulders and legs. I watched the poor girl for a few minutes, almost feeling sorry for her. I turned down the bright spotlights that fell upon her from the concrete ceiling and moved closer to her, standing in front of her where she could see my face. My hands reached out for and roughly squeezed her full breasts, my fingers finding her nipples and pinching them until they were back to their proper hardness. Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked at me pleadingly, moaning wildly and shaking with spasms that seemed to run uncontrollably up and down the full length of her body. She had been held in this stringent bondage for a long time, and it was time to let her relax a bit; after all, it wouldn't be a good idea to drain away every ounce of energy: it's no fun if you leave them too weak to scream and shake. I kept one hand on her right breast and let the other one slide down her belly and through the triangle of black hair that remained above her clean-shaven pussy. Her body stiffened as she felt my fingers slide along the wet lips of her pretty cunt; a cunt that I had come to know very well during the past few days. Her pussy was a special delight: her vaginal lips were especially large, about the diameter of a half-dollar at their widest point, and her clit was about an inch long and very prominently displayed when erect and poking out from underneath the protective hood. My fingers cruelly gripped the tender membranes of one lip and she really started moaning and shaking when I pinched as hard as I could. I could feel my fingernails biting into her sensitive female flesh, eliciting longer and deeper muffled moans the harder I squeezed. Her pussy had escaped major punishment so far, but later this evening, after she is locked into a more proper position for such work, I will give her cunt a full workout. But like I said, I was going to give her a little break, so I took my hands away from her frightened body and instead used them to unlock the three-inch dildo gag that was jammed into her mouth. She sighed and breathed heavily the moment the gag was out, licking her dried lips and opening and closing her jaw, trying to restore feeling that had been numbed by the constant expansion of the gag. "Please, " she pleaded, "Please let me go...You've had me here three days already...what more do you want? I don't think I can take much more of this. I won't say anything to anyone, just let me go!" I ignored her stupid comments and she shut up after seeing the look on my face. I told her, "Keep quiet slut. You tired of hanging there? Well, tell you what I'm gonna do: how about if we make a little deal. You're good at deals, aren't you? How about this one, then. I'll let you down from there and let you put your arms down, if you ask me to tie your tits up tight. Alls you got to say is:Baby, please tie my tits hard...Got it?" She shook her head defiantly for a moment, but her mind started changing when she saw me head back towards the wall where my tools were hanging and reach for a riding crop. I walked back and poked her pert, 36D tits with the end of the crop, lifting them up with the wide end and bouncing them from side to side. I let the crop rest on her nipple and looked into her eyes. She knew what would happen next: the first night I had her, I viciously beat her breasts with this same crop, drawing incredible screams from her. There were still marks on the sensitive undersides of her tits, where I like to concentrate when working on a big-titted girl. She looked at me for a second, then, her head hanging down in defeat and her hair falling like a curtain around the pained face, said "Baby, please tie my tits hard." I slammed the crop into the hard, red nipple of her left breast and told her to look at me in the eyes. Her head tilted up, she again asked me to tie up her tits. What could I do? Here was this pretty young girl asking me to tie her tits...I'm basically a helpful guy and do what people want, so I uncranked the pulley and released the tension of the ropes. She groaned with relief as I snapped the cuffs off of her ankles, permitting her to close her legs and stand somewhat naturally. Her wrists were still cuffed totgether, and grabbing these, I led her towards another part of the basement where I kept a special piece of furniture: the examination table. It was a table very similar to the kind found in gynecologist offices, except that this one had heavy duty leather straps and extra-strong steel bars instead of weak stirrups. I think she knew what was coming, because when she saw the table, she groaned, "Ohhhh nooooo...." and vainly tried to resist my efforts to get her up on the table. Three days of severe treatment, however, had weakened her to the point where capable resistance was impossible and I had no real problem in getting her to sit up on the table and lie down on her back. I began by strapping down her waist with a wide leather belt. Next I removed her wrist cuffs and slid each wrist into a specially placed leather cuff that kept her arms locked against her sides. Two more belts were placed around her upper arms and another went around her neck, thus effectively restraining her upper body and preventing any movement, however slight. But before I continue with this session, perhaps I should fill you in on some background information. My helpless little friend is Katie. I saw little Katie for the first time in a restaurant where she was working as a waitress. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her that night: her beautiful face, large tits and shapely ass drove all other thoughts from my mind. You see, I have this particular thing for young girls, but Katie was special because she also had big firm breasts and nipples that could be seen poking through the thin material of her work blouse. I don't think I tasted the food that night: my brain was all abuzz with planning out how I would get to know her better. My fascination must have been obvious, because when a busboy came by to refill my water glass, he grinned and said "Nice, huh?" I nodded and said, "She is beautiful...I think I'm in love. How long has she been working here?" The idiot told me her name, and mentioned that she lived in Bay Shore, about 5 miles away. I hurried up and finished my meal. I probably spend too much money by going out to eat every night, but there are some benefits, like getting rewarded by finding out the names of girls like Katie and where they live. Driving back home, I already knew that I would be visiting Skyler in a few months and looking that sweet young thing up in the phone book. I was shaking with lust, but I managed to control myself from improptu behavior, and besides, all of my trapping gear was in the van at home. To succeed in a hobby like mine, you need, above all else, patience. Pick your target carefully and then take your time...all the work pays off in the end: just look at Katie strapped down on the table...what a payoff! The Capture I waited about a month and a half before I started Operation Katie. I made sure not to return to that restaurant again, but looked her up in the phone book and found out where she lived. Her neighborhood was perfect for what I had in mind: small houses hidden by lots of trees that were far from each other and had long driveways. There was very little traffic on her street and no streetlights. Her house was about half of a mile away from a slightly busier street and this road could be easily reached by walking down an infrequently travelled path through some dense woods. I made careful plans, even waiting for her to come home during the ten days before I intended to take her. It was very easy to park the van in a shopping center near her house, walk through some woods and place myself in some well-positioned trees and bushes where I could watch the front door of her house. This surveillance showed me that she lived alone, which was just what I wanted, and that she always came home by herself. Apparently she didn't have any boyfriends, which was even better. Everything seemed to be going my way until the tenth night of my watch. She came home like usual, around 10:00 PM, but after spending an hour in one of the upstairs rooms, she came out the front door with a couple of suitcases and put them in the trunk of her car. I nearly shit! The little bitch was going out of town and about to ruin all of my plans. I thought fast and acted even faster. I took off and raced back to the van. I drove it to the street across the wooded path and parked it there after grabbing the bag holding my trapping gear. I ran back to the front of her house, heart pounding and hoping that she hadn't left yet. I lucked out and saw her car still there, with the front door open and all of the upstairs lights off. I snuck around closer to her house, waiting in the shadows by the side of the house in front of the car. She would be coming out any minute now, and I planned to make my grab as she walked from the porch to her car. I waited a minute or two and then finally heard the screen door open, the front door closed shut and she was walking down the steps to her car. In a flash, I stalked her silently from behind and surprised her by tackling her from the rear and falling on top of her as we both hit the ground. She never knew what hit her. Years of practice have perfected my technique, and in just a few seconds I was sitting on top of her back with my knees holding her arms down and my hands slipping the gag into her mouth. She was kind of dazed for a minute, and didn't start to struggle till after the gag was secured, which by then was too late for her because noone could here her muffled screams anymore. I punched the back of her head to settle her down a bit, then proceeded to handcuff her hands together, behind her back. I next cuffed her ankles, thus ensuring that she could not get away. I took a strong rope out of my bag and slipped it through the ankle and wrist cuffs, tying her wrists and ankles together very tightly. Her legs were bent back pretty good, and to make the bondage even tighter, I looped some cords around her knees, forcing her legs together. She was ready to be moved, except for one final thing, and after placing a hood over her face, I picked her up, along with my bag, and carried her through the woods to my waiting van. I approached the van slowly, making sure that no cars were coming down the street or that noone was walking their dog. I quickly opened the rear door, put her inside and closed the door behind me. This had happened so fast that she was still kind of dazed and not really struggling, which made it easy for me to pack her into a waiting heavy-duty trunk. Snapping the lid closed, I piled some boxes around it, along with some moving blankets, and crawled up to the front to start the engine. I was soon out of that neighborhood safely and on my way home. I stopped for a minute at a convenience store and bought some lottery tickets (since I figured my luck was riding pretty high), some beer and cigarettes. I was home half an hour later and pulling my van into the garage when I could finally relax and start to enjoy my accomplishment. Beautiful Katie was all mine! Welcome to the Dungeon After waiting for the garage door to close, I went into the kitchen through the utility room and looked out of the window, making sure that no cars had followed me. Everything looked clear, so I went to the door that led into the basement, went down the stairs and turned on the lights. Another door, which was always kept locked and made out of steel, led down into the dungeon proper. It took me months of slow excavation to dig out a new and lower level, which was where I kept my bondage equipment and the girls I played with. I went down into this chilly pit and turned on a few lights, ending up next to a table where I liked to put the girls for their preliminary exercises and preparations. After making sure all of the straps were ready, I walked upstairs and returned to Katie waiting for me in the stuffy trunk. She must have been really scared by now, because I could hear her struggling as much as she could in the confined space, trying to scream as loud as she could through the muffling gag. I moved the boxes aside, unlatched the trunk and reached for her helpless body. She went rigid with fear as I told her, "Settle down bitch, the real fun hasn't even started yet. Just wait a few minutes..." I picked her up out of the trunk and carried her downstairs, after slipping loose the ropes that tied her ankles to her wrists. Su Lin, of course had no idea where she was, but she at least knew she was in some kind of building, especially when I carried her down the stairs. I could feel that her body was tense, her senses alert as she tried to figure out what was about to happen next. She soon found out. I laid her down on the table and quickly slipped a strap around her neck that secured her head to the hard, heavy table. I reached under her back to unlock the cuffs in order to secure them to the straps that ran from the upper corners of the table. I expected her to struggle once her wrists were freed, they all did, and Katie was no exception. A few quick slaps on the face stunned her long enough for me to secure her arms, after which I slipped new ropes around her ankles and secured them also. I untied the straps across her knees and pulled on her ankle restraints till her legs were tightly locked into place and very nicely spread. I could tell that she was really nervous now. She was probably expecting to be raped after I had tackled her to the ground in front of her house. But she could tell that more than a 'simple' rape was about to happen: she had been kidnapped and tied to this table for more than forced sex. I talked to her while I removed her hood and gag, since sometimes seeing what is about to happen can really scare the shit out of them, especially at the beginning of their training period. I had a fierce-looking leather mask on to protect myself and her eyes widened with shock and fear when the hood slipped off and she looked around the room. The first thing she tried to do was lift her head to look down at her legs, but she couldn't raise her head enough to get a good look. "Don't worry my little slut, your legs look just fine. They'll look even better once I get your clothes off, bitch." I used a sharp pair of scissors to cut through the thin material of the cotton skirt that she wore, leaving her in pretty red panties. With her legs spread so wide, I could clearly see the outline of her sweet pussy through the shear material. I let the blades of my scissors run along her crack, teasing her tender mound with the sharp ends through her panties. I opened the scissors and let one blade slide about an inch into her hole. She pleaded, "Oh please, don't cut me down there! PLEASE!!!" Of course I would never damage a hole I planned to use, but it was nice to let her think that I would. I pushed the blade in a little deeper, till the only way I could get it in farther would be by slicing up her tender pussy a little. I kept it there for a few seconds, then eased it back out in order to cut her panties off. She sighed with relief when she realized her vagina was not about to be sliced and diced. I also removed her blouse and bra very quickly, her nice tits still firm and pointing straight up. They were real beauties and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them, but I like working on a new girl's pussy first - it's alot more humiliating for them. I was very impressed with her cunt: she had nice full lips and a rather large clit. I like my girls this way; makes it easier to clamp their cunts when you have more flesh to work with. I was going to have to trim away some of that thick black hair, though, since I like to have them clean shaven - comes out better in my pictures that way. I used the scissors to trim down her long bush, cutting as close as possible. I made sure, though, to keep a dark triangle patch of hair above her cunt lips. I brushed away the lose hairs, and proceeded to lather her pussy up with shaving cream in order to finish the job right. I used a straight razor, and holding it firmly against her pussy area, warned her, "Don't make a move, stupid, or this damn thing just may slice up some of that pretty pussy." With the practiced touch of an experienced barber, I carefully shaved away all of her pubes, leaving her cunt as bare as the day she was born, except for a small patch above her lips. I placed a mirror above her waist and angled it so that she could see what her slit looked like without hair. She seemed rather taken aback, and felt extremely humiliated since her pussy lips now seemed larger than usual without the protection of her pubes to shield them. Her cunt was very puffy, her lips pouting and her clit getting semi-erect. The slow shaving and the feeling of the cream had slightly aroused her. I cleaned her up with a towel, and to arouse her even further, I gently blew across her newly shaven mound. She started to moan slightly and to slowly start grinding her hips as the cool sensation of my breath touched her bare, wet lips. I could see her getting more and more aroused, her clit starting to expand to its full size and a few drops of cuntjuice glistened along her inner lips. I tenderly put my fingers on her cunt and used them to push her pussy lips open, exposing the deep pink hole beneath. I blew more air over her lips and into her hole while my index finger started to gently rub the clit that was now starting to poke out from beneath its hood. She was really starting to get off, her hips rocking and her ass cheeks clenching while the pace of her breathing quickened. There was a blush spreading across her face, and her nipples were also starting to get hard. I kept up the manipulation of her pussy for a few more minutes, until I felt that she was on the verge of coming. She was soon about to learn that she wasn't here for fun and games. While my right hand kept her pussy happy, my left hand reached for a pair of pliers that I kept on a shelf beneath the examination table. Not able to raise her head, she didn't see as I moved the heavy steel, sharp-toothed pliers towards her hot and defenseless cunt. Without any warning, I cruelly gripped her hard and aroused clit in the cruel jaws of the pliers, squeezing as hard as I could. She went from pleasure to the most severe pain she had ever felt, instantly. Her body stiffened, her toes curled tight and her hands clenched into fists. She screamed and screamed, but I kept up the tight pressure and piercing pain on her sweet clit, even pulling the pliers towards me, stretching her tender clit flesh tight. She tried raising her ass off the bench to lessen the terrible strain on her clit, but the more she arched, the harder I pulled, till eventually her clit was stretched to an incredible length, near double its usual one-inch length. I reached up with my free hand to her left breast, and gripped her tender nipple with my fingers, pinching as cruelly as possible. This brought forth a new urgency in her continual screaming. I could see her shaking with the pain and there was a complete look of agony and terror in her face. Poor bitch, I thought, in a few days this kind of treatment will be nothing compared to what she will have endured in later sessions. After a few minutes of torturing her clit and nipple, I released the tender flesh and watched as she slowly calmed down and recovered from the pain she had felt. "Just think, my little slut-bitch, a few minutes ago you were about to come, but got intense pain instead. Just think of that next time you start feeling good. By the time I finish with you, you'll be coming every time I do what I just did." She was dazed and confused; I could see it in her eyes. Her breathing was getting back to normal. She must have been wondering what kind of man would want to do this to a sweet young girl like her. What really got to her, though, was the unwelcome realization that the evil abuse had started to slightly arouse her. Underneath the pain, she had felt a stirring in the deep nerves of her cunt and tits, and this was something she couldn't understand. She had liked the way her first boyfriend had treated her in bed: he was very rough, slapping her ass and pinching her nipples hard while fucking her. But this kind of abuse was totally different. Simply put, she was confused. I decided it was time to introduce her tits to the concept of severe pain. I roughly mauled and handled her fleshy mounds, admiring their firmness and roundness. She had large tits for such a skinny little gal and I knew they would turn up great in the pictures I planned to take. My fingers grazed her nipples gently, circling around the tan areola of each breast, till her nipples were up and waiting for abuse. I literally shook with lust as I squeezed her tits. Her nipples were very long, just perfect for clamping, so I figured it was about time to introduce her to my steel clamps. For her first experience, I planned to use a pair of spring clamps with very sharp teeth. The end of the clamp had a ring so that I could pass a cord through it and force her tits up by pulling on them with cords. I reached for the clamps and brought them up to her face, so that she could see what I was about to use on her. I liked the look of fear on her face when she saw the sharp, serrated edge of the clamps and I could tell that she seemed to have an idea what they would be used for. She started whimpering, "Please...please...don't put those things on me! I'll do anything you want. I'll blow you, let you fuck me wherever you want, but don't put those on me!" I loved to hear her plead and it made me feel great that this slut, who 2 hours ago wouldn't have looked at me twice, was now begging me to fuck her. Amazing what a little bit of pain can do - it's alot easier than buying them drinks at a bar and hoping they'll fuck you later. I wasn't in the fucking mood, though, so I ignored her offer and proceeded to clamp her hard tit-tips. I slipped one clamp over her right tit, easing on the pressure slowly so that she could feel it gradually squeezing and cutting into her tender flesh. By the time I let go, she was vainly trying to shake the clamp off by bouncing her tits around. But this clamp was tight, and the shaking only increased the pain she felt. I quickly attached the second clamp, and this brought forth new screams as the nerves in her nipples felt something they had never felt before: severe, crushing pain. The teeth of the clamps were doing their job magnificently, cutting into the tender flesh and forcing out minute drops of blood. I held the clamps in my hands and slowly raised them away from her chest, pulling her nipples into tight, painful cones. I connected each clamp with a cord that came down from a ceiling pulley system while she watched in dismay. She realized what I was up to when she saw me turn a crank that pulled on the cords that held her clamped nipples. After a few turns, her tits were slowly being pulled skyward, increasing the pressure on her nipples and bringing out a fresh round of screaming from her crying face. I loved the way she looked now. Her legs were tightly spread, with her pussy recovering from the abuse her clit had endured, and her tits were pulled up tight and hard, making them look unnatural as though they defied gravity. Best of all, though, was the look of absolute terror that blanketed her face. She was slowly realizing that she might not get out of this in one piece; that she had met a man who got off on torturing women, and that she was in for nothing but abuse and torture for the rest of her life. Yesterday, she was nineteen and had felt that the world was before her. But now she was nothing more than a pair of tits, a cunt and an ass for any man to abuse and use. She was starting to break down mentally under the assault inflicted upon her tits and cunt. I decided to let her contemplate her situation, so after a few more cranks on the pulley to really stretch her tits, I left her alone and turned off the lights. I was hungry after this hard days night, so I went upstairs to the land of the living and made myself a sandwich. Katie's abuse would continue after a light snack and a couple of beers. --