Part 4
Three weeks later Caroline is sitting in the workshop naked and wearing metal shackles on her ankles and that’s all apart from a smile and some leather.
The past three weekends had been so much fun and she had finally got Daz to shag her. She had been too sore after the van ride and the number of orgasms had left her drained. So much so she hadn’t been much good to him on Sunday. Sleeping her way until tea time. So, they had waited until midweek before he tied her to his work bench and had her and it was worth the wait.
She doesn’t need to wear the harnesses but Daz is using her body as a template and she loves being at his mercy and in his company. So much so she was planing to let her apartment out and move into the farm house with him.
He has a set of Saudi Clients coming over at the end of the month to collect and have a final fitting for some of his expensive top line bondage gear.
Caroline had already agreed to fit the Saudi women with the equipment as Daz could look but not touch the women. Chaperones would also be there. So, they were sat with a whiskey and a plate of sandwiches discussing the visit.
Daz seemed a little nervous to her and she was wondering if it was about the deal, they’re was a lot of work. All the Saudis women where different sizes and he had to duplicate everything four time.
“What’s up darling?” she asked.
“I was looking on a web site to see if I could advertise as I want this to be a larger part of the farms cash flow with Brexit coming up and all the farm subsidies coming to an end and this was before I met you.” He looked sheepish. And she almost saw the very young Daz of years ago when he realised she was aware he was feeling her up while he had her tied up.
“Go on” she grins.
“Well I saw a post for somewhere that offered a week’s tied up tight type holiday.
I thought of the barn and the feed cellar. Make a couple of cells put some rings in and get Paul to put manacles and a few other things in. Make it sort of medieval type thing.
It’s warm in the cellar so it wouldn’t be a problem!”
Caroline smiles. “Women only I bet”
Daz laughs
“Of course. But even if they didn’t want any sex I would respect it. Anyway, I put an ad in the sites UK page. I Heard little back, sort of a gentle probing really then nothing more. So, I upped the type offered still not expecting anything back from it.”
“So, who has replied then? A Transsexual…. Best of both worlds??? Caroline laughs so hard she has to wipe away the tears.
He grins and holds up a Penis gag off the table “Careful”
She watches him as he opens a file on the desk. Handing it to her he shows her a picture “She’s pretty” Caroline says looking at the Photo.
“Read the emails she has sent me. the moneys too good to turn down but I would feel guilty about us.”
“I am not the jealous type. Not about the tying. Do you a deal I'm due a fortnights holiday I’ll be off and if your tying her gets to you. You get to take me any hole any position. You can make her come if you want but I get. she points at Daz’s crotch. Fred.”
He grins a huge grin. “You sure?”
“Yup” Daz continues to work on the complicated breast harness on Caroline’s breasts finishing the position of the screw nipple clamps and smiling to her as his fingers pulled her taught nipple through the flat bars of the clamp.
She continues reading the emails and looks at Daz “She seems a little above what we do. Can you give her what she wants? She is offering a lot of money.
How good’s your rope work? And what’s this she points at a sentence.
Predicament bondage? Have we done that?”
“Well babe I did tie you to a railway line!”
“Yes, but there hadn’t been a train on it since 1976”
Daz smiles. “True. I think I can do it. Just stop me if you think I go too far with her.”
Caroline laughs rereading the initial email.
“I don’t think you can go too far with this one, she sounds a wild one!
Can you keep someone hidden from your mum and dad? They know about us being a couple but this will be different. Mores the point get her to sign a contract.
I will help you. I might even like it or let you tie us up together.”
Daz smiles and wonders if life can get better.
“She comes the same week as the Saudi. I wonder if he wants an American white slave.”
“He has enough, your kitting them all out. she pretends to think about it, how much would he pay for her or and me I wonder” she bursts out laughing at the look on Daz’s face.
“I am not going to lose you to anyone” he tightens the screws on the nipple clamps making her gasp and groan.
Caroline sits in leather chair reading the clients wish list.
“Do you think you can be this harsh. I hurt or ache a little afterwards but you’re always checking on me. I feel safe. This Janet on the other hand?”
All this about tie me tight make me feel helpless. Leave me for not hours, but days. She sounds a little scary. She pauses and grins. We need more rope.”
“We?”
“Yup we! Take me to the feed cellar.”
They spend the next few hours looking at the cellar and deciding on what to get Paul to put in. I know it’s an investment but just think darling you can also put me down here when you want some peace”
The next two weeks flew by. Caroline took over the correspondence with the client arranging everything. Letting Janet know what hotel to stay at the timing and the fees.
Janet
Sitting in the Premier Inn Janet Haliburton was a combination of hope fear and excitement.
It’s had been a hell of a week. Over on business she had won the contract her company had sent her over for making her top of the pile.
Now was me time she had been wanting to try something like this for something like this for years.
It was going to cost her a hell of a lot of money. Most of her bonus from getting this contract.
And she hoped this British “hotel” would live up to expectations.
The advert looked good and the pictures that had been sent was a great teaser.
There was a Cellar and rope. No fancy dungeon stuff. He… had, well it was signed as Daz.
Was Daz a man’s name? she grinned to herself she was in a totally different country going to a place she did not know where for a whole week.
A week of nonstop bondage and hopefully no sex. She decided it might end up with a little but as she wasn’t after the orgasm to end all orgasm she wanted hard bondage.
Her experience wasn’t that wide. She had played it with a few guys and even a girl. But nothing to serious. But boy now she did she want serious.
All the dreams and fantasy after dark dreams that ran through her mind had finally come down to this.
The risk, he might be a mass murderer.
A sicko. It wasn’t like she knew him or even had recommendations on trip adviser.
You know 5 knots for bondage or 5 riding crops for superb use of a whip. She grinned at herself.
The long days of bondage to come gave her a huge knot in her stomach. Maybe in rope and chains for a bit locked in the cellar days of boredom. That was some of what she was looking forward to time to chill and contemplate.
Opening her laptop, she sent her boss an email to confirm all the detail and a copy of the contract she had got signed ending it by saying that she would be having a couple of weeks off and be out of contact for a while as she trekked round Europe.
A week of bondage and then a week of looking round Yorkshire was the truth but as no one in her world at present knew of her deepest feelings.
She re-read the initial email.
My bondage will be such as I am unable to move about and I expect to be in constant restraint at all times. The tighter the better.
I don’t require orgasm or sexual satisfaction.
While I agree to be used in most ways I must express that I am coming for the harshest of bondage.
I will expect not to be able to eat other than enough to keep me alive and well/.
Once in bondage I will have no safe word or any say in my bondage. It to be tight and unrelenting. Only being released on the final night.
The money as agreed will be £7000. Plus, a bonus I will pay you if I have my expectations met.
Looking forward the coming week please don’t disappoint me with rubbish bondage.
The reply was concise and to the point.
Giving her instructions to which hotel to stop in and a text number to confirm she was in the room number they had booked for her.
Now sitting the slight turn of nerves was starting to burn in her stomach and she was watching the clock, showered she had shaved all her body hair off.
Her body quivered and she could feel herself moist and expectant. How would it be?
Hard and long she hoped.
There was a package waiting for her in reception. The premier inn chain was pleasantly clean and tidy. A lot better than some of the grotty motels she had stopped in back home.
The pub attached had provided her with good food and to be honest she looked forward to looking round the old wall and museums of the old town when she got back at the end of the week.
She had paid her bill and told reception she would be leaving early in the morning.
All packed and her bags ready to go.
So, shutting her laptop down she packed it in her hard case.
The taxi picked her up and she got the driver to wait while she went to the left luggage lockers and placed all her bags in one of the long-term ones. She paid for 10 days and collected the key. Making up a story to tell the young lady in the office that she had a rucksack and was going trekking round Europe for a week and didn’t need all her stuff for that.
Back in the taxi. Her nerves kicked in and she went for a quick brandy in the bar.
She hardly slept and was up before her alarm.
Showered she opened the box. Her instructions that once she opened the box if she still wanted her time to start she should put her one outfit on the table by the door folded and on the top of it her phone. Battery and sim card taken out.
The door would open and if they were not on there the person collecting her would leave ending the contract there and then.
Taking out the first item she smiled. Good start. A ball gag. Quite a large one.
Then a soft cloth bag that had a draw cord. Then she stopped she knew the box was heavy but she was a little disappointed.
The rest of the box contained no rope only steel cuffs.
Damme, I want ropes! She thought. But she then thought these are quick to fasten on. So hopefully the rope is later.
The cloth bag contained something. Curious she took it out. Swimming goggles?
Placing them over the light she realised they were pitch black and no light showed thru at all.
Cool. Taking the cuffs out she noticed chain laid out in the bottom of the box with a list of instructions. Reading it she realised it’s going to get real.
1. Insert ball gag. I expect everything to be tight.
2. Take chain thread small ring thru the large around your waist tighten until it cannot slip down and the large ring is central so you belly button is in the centre of the hole. The loose bit of the chain will go through your pussy lips and be threaded up behind the waist chain and handcuffs with the two links between will be fed through the small ring leaving them open.
3. Move over to far side of the bed so you cannot be seen from the door.
4. Lay out the other items on the bed as you will not be moving from that position. Sit with you back to the bed for support.
5. Use the fixed police cuffs on your ankles the small thumb cuffs are for your big toes.
It will now get tricky. I expect this to be done.
6. Place the goggles on your eyes.
7. The cloth bag will now go over your head with the draw cord lightly tied off.
8. Place the steel collar with the long length of chain at the front around your neck and lock into place.
9. Take the chain and lean forward until your chin is on your legs “You may bring them up until they touch your chin.” Then wrap the chain behind your legs back through the ring on your collar. Threading the loose end between your legs behind the chains encircling your legs.
10. The end of your chain goes down to your ankles and over the front of your ankle cuffs up behind and back up behind your leg chains up to your collar the small padlock will go thru the small ring at the end of the chain and the ring on your collar.
You may have to shuffle a bit to make it meet. But I expect this done.
11. place your hands behind your back and lock in the handcuffs.
You will notice there are no keys so once you start you cannot go back
12. Await your fate.
Oh god she thought well here we go.
It had been a long week leading up to the arrival of Janet planning and making sure they had enough rope and the plan to get her back to the farm.
Caroline did most of it and had come up with a cunning plan to get Janet out of the hotel on the night of picking her up she had booked the next room to Janet’s and they had got into place early.
It was funny she said to Daz as they sat in the pub watching Janet eat her last meal of freedom.
She doesn’t know us or want to, judging by her communications and in a few hours her life is in our hands. I mean she looks normal. Very pretty and she must hold a good job.
But she is placing herself in stranger’s hands. We could be white slavers or murders. I’d imagine she has a backup plan. Someone who knows at least an email address!”
Daz smiled. I'm not sure but I think this one is a thrill seeker. She looks so calm. Still let’s see how we go as I think we need her recommendation. Sort of a 4 ropes star guide.” He grinned.
“you’re looking forward to this.” Caroline said grinning and looking away as Janet scanned the room.
“I won’t deny it I am. I have a few things planed for her.”
She leaned in and kissed him.
“Does Paul get to play with her?” he has asked to be allowed to see some of his work in use and know you won’t let him see me.”
“I hadn’t thought of it but it’s a possibility.”
Soon it was time for bed and as they lay after made love Caroline whispered I hope this works for us as a business as well as a couple.
“Worried darling?”
“A little”
“Me too he said as he kissed her forehead.
Morning came. It was early, they dressed and Caroline got the spare key and gently opened Janet’s door. Seeing her clothes on the table with her mobile phone broken down into its component parts she closed the door and went back into their room.
Nodding she took hold of the wheeled cases handle and opening her door stepped into the corridor. There were no cameras on this stretch and once she had shut their room door she listened.
No noise in any of the surrounding rooms so sliding the card into the lock she entered Janet’s room. Switching the big light on she moved round to the other side of the bed. There naked, except for the hood and the chains sat Janet.
Moving the large shiny equipment case off the trolley it moved around on she unsnapped the locks on it. They had told reception it contained a mixing deck for Paul Greens disco. They had taken the names of a total stranger and used cash to book in saying they was doing a wedding disco and couldn’t afford to have it stolen out of their van. The girl had seemed content but urged them not to scratch the walls and things.
A gentle knock and she let Daz in and they both stood looking at their guest. Daz gave her a thumb’s up and smiled. She had done as asked.
Janet was using her toes to move her body up and down but she gave a little squeak as Daz rocked her onto one buttock and Caroline slid the edge of the box under her tilting it back so as Daz then pushed Janet’s balled up self-bound body into the case gently her helped Caroline to lay the case back so the lid was on the top. Clamping it shut and placing small padlocks in to the locking eyes.
He placed the trolley under it and with a quick look out the door pushed it back into their room.
Meanwhile Caroline had cleaned up all Janet’s remaining clothes and placed them with her mobile in the box the chains had come in. these went into the rucksack Janet had left out and slipping back into their room she quickly kissed Daz grinning.
“Stage one complete and it only took 10 mins” she grinned getting caught up in the adventure.
He kissed her hard back.
They had agreed to not leave to early so not to draw attention to themselves.
She felt the front of Daz’s trousers. “OOer your hard. Does kidnapping naked women arouse you?” in her pseudo sexy voice reaching down she unbuttoned him and as quick stepped out of her trousers and knickers.
Pushing the case and its trolley over to the bed so it couldn’t roll Caroline knelt over it and looking over her shoulder smiled.
“Well master. What are your waiting for?” she was determined to take his mind off Janet and her lithe body.
Daz wondered what Janet made of the short rocks her prison was making as he rammed into the groaning Caroline.
Showering the couple went off to breakfast.
Caroline asking for a price list and while the morning reception person went for one dropped Janet’s key card into the box knowing that the cleaning staff always got a head start by doing the earlies before everyone else left was a clever distraction Daz thought.
Janet’s room would be clean and ready for the next guest. Before she had even left the building.
After breakfast, they wandered back and collected their bags and the case. Wheeling, it down the corridor and out into the carpark. It was that easy.
Placing it on its edge so Janet was back on her bum and feet Daz strapped it to the van floor commenting that she was locked down x2 now. Caroline started the van and they drove off to the farm.
Daz looked over at Caroline laughing. “If someone had nicked the case while we were at breakfast that would have been two people very shocked on opening it.”
Janet was turned on. she couldn’t deny it her start to the adventure in her head had been a little let down by the lack of rope in the box.
The flurry of activity had calmed down almost straight away. Her self-bondage had been a struggle, getting the ring back up to her collar had taken some doing.
She was in a very tight ball tie. Whoever Daz was he was good, she was aching by the time she had the shock of her life when a hand had touched her shoulder and knee, tilting her enough to slide the box she was obviously pressed into. Then laid on her side she had felt the box moving.
The weird rocking that became obvious as she could hear a woman groaning in time to the short harsh rocks.
She had found this a turn on. Just the fact she was a turn on to her “kidnappers” helped her moving into her slave space. Then silence. Had they forgot about her. She wasn’t worried. Well maybe a little. Today she would give them the bonus.
Well if I ever get out of here she teased herself.
More movement and she felt the case moving so she the right way up again followed by the faint sound of the van doors shutting gave her the final leap. Her pussy was moist and in the confines of the box she could drink in her smell.
Moving as much as the foam in the box and her bindings allowed her to she settled in for a long journey. Her mode of transport bounced along for ages and she could tell her box had been strapped down by the harshness of the ride.
Daz watched as Caroline backed the van into the barn. She could drive it well and he had a plan for the little vixen locked up in the case and the van. But now as they carried the case down the stairs into the cellar he worried about the next stage. He needed to give Janet one chance to walk away.
After that the week was going to fly by for him. The Saudi visit was going to take up a lot of time so her request to spend a long time in her bondage was going to make his life easier, if not hers.
Caroline had offered to help. So, it shouldn’t be too bad a time for the business.
Lifting the case onto a wooden bench they unclipped the box lid and lifted its shiny top off.
The horny smell of hot woman hit their noses. And he saw Caroline’s eyes widen and she gave him a big thumb’s up.
The woman was obviously turned on, but he still needed an answer to his question.
Looking in at her he realised he would have to ease her out. So, he re clipped the lid and lay the box down so she was laying on it. Then they lifted the box off her leaving her laid out on the lid.
Janet’s body glistened with sweat and her thighs gleamed with her arousal.
Running a finger up and into her pussy he felt her shudder.
Showing it to Caroline it dripped juice.
Rolling her back on to her bum he pressed hard on her shoulders so there was a little slack in the chain up from her ankles. Caroline unlocked the padlock and loosened the chain so he could lay her on her front.
Janet had a great body. He couldn’t wait to tie her in positions he didn’t want to put Caroline in as he cared to much for her. Janet meanwhile had sort of given him a blank canvas to work on.
Taking the collar off he felt the bag. Yes, the goggles still covered her eyes. then unfastened the bag and eased it off her sweaty face.
She seemed to be alright so let’s get the show on the road he thought. He unfolded her out on the bed massaged her shoulders and then clipped the collar around her neck and this was then chained to the end of it . Caroline had already done the same to her ankles holding her in place. Face down on the bed.
They had bought a new type of rope. Caroline had seen it on a web page and said as Janet had demanded a harsh experience she would get one. Maybe more than she wanted but as there was £7000 bonus on offer they should give her the money’s worth. It did seem to Daz that maybe there first client could be they’re most demanding.
Caroline helped him hold her arms up away from her body as he took some of the rope out of the bag. He had cut it all to size on the day he had received it and tossed it into the farms large tumble drier to loosen the fibres on it to make it cling to the skin easier
The ropes fibre was rough and itchy. More than the Japanese type most rigger used they had other surprises for her later in the week.
Starting on her elbows he threaded the rope through the loop he had made and none to gently pulled them until they touched. Wrapping the rope above and below the joint he then cinched it top to bottom stopping her effectively from being able to bend her arms. he then took off her wrist cuffs and tied her wrists the same making sure they were as solidly roped. He had felt a shudder run through as the elbow rope went on. nodding to Caroline they dropped her arms back onto her back.
Undoing the collar, he nodded to Caroline and they stood Janet up and hopped her to the middle of the cellar. Slipping the noose hanging there from the winch over her head he used the remote to take up the slack and he hand tightened it round her neck.
Janet gave a little gasp round the ball gag. Daz looked at her and she did look a mess.
Most of the drool had been soaked up by the bag but enough had run into her hair.
He smiled and touched the remote two times. This made her rise onto her tiptoes.
Caroline was unfastening her waist chain noting the smell and drip of her arousal then unfastened her ankles from the cuffs.
Janet was in heaven. Her mind was absorbing the ache in her shoulders this was hopefully the start of it all.
Now the noose scared her a little but fear was an aphrodisiac to her the fact nothing had been said. By anyone was adding to her mind state.
Her body was responding to it. She took her body weight on her toes and wondered what was next. The chain coming out of her pussy was a strange feeling as she had grown used to its pressure on her clit and anus.
She felt another rope laid over her shoulders and behind her neck. Then a tugging at her wrists and her arms was pulled up until if forced her body forward. This tightened her noose, shit she thought. Easing up more on her toes to loosen the pressure a bit.
The chest harness he placed on her started under her raised armpits. She knew when he dropped her arms it would really dig in.
It continued down her chest above and below her breasts the top rope cutting into her flesh making her boobs and nipples upturn. The rope under them went tight under the bottom side of them. Also lifting them.
Each tug on the rope made her sway and have to use her neck muscles to hold her up right. Her waist was pulled in by rings of rope. She had found it had started to itch a bit.
His hands eased her legs open and a rope went up between her lips tight his tugs pulling her nearly off her feet. She groaned.
Daz smiled at Caroline and she smiled back and she knew he had got a response.
Caroline watched as he quickly then tied her legs at thigh above the knees and her ankles. At one point, he had pulled a bit hard and Janet had been only supported by her neck, the rope that went around her feet in her instep was a slight over kill she thought but I have to admire him he is good.
Another rope went over her shoulders and she watched him start another harness this one went in places where there was bare skin. The rope went over the top of her nipples crushing her breasts against her chest bulging her breast flesh against the ropes already in place. Two wraps as a waist rope and then through her legs attached to her waist rope. Then up to her breast harness tied off there it went up to the loop at the back of her neck. Pulling at all tight at the front.
Caroline noticed Janet was panting. Sweat dripping off her. Ill shower her tomorrow she thought.
Daz then lowered the noose and her arms he held Janet as he lowered onto her front.
Tying a rope to the last harness he had placed on her where her breast rope went over her nipples this he threaded over the top of her elbow bondage then down to her ankles Caroline helped him to force her ankles up and held them while he looped it back to the breast ropes. It had the effect of forcing her arms flat and putting pressure on her elbows he looped it twice more. Knotting it her then connected the hook from the winch to the thick collection of ropes.
Handing Caroline, the remote he pointed up. She pressed the button watching the ropes joining Janet take the strain. Daz held up his hand and she stopped it.
He repositioned the hook further forward and nodded. Up Janet went. Hanging slightly legs down Janet was gasping round the gag.
He nodded at Caroline and she stopped her at chest height. Passing him length of rope she had worn as a crotch rope for most of yesterday. Caroline unbuckled the ball gag and watched Daz hold out a sports bottle and squeeze water into Janet’s mouth giving her a long drink
The rope was then double looped so the tape he had put on it to show the now dry wet patch was either side of her mouth. Then he pulled Janet’s head back until she was straining her neck and tied it to her ankles.
Standing behind her he removed her goggles and holding her so she couldn’t see them let Caroline take the trussed female for right up to the top of the winch. Her head only just stopping before the stone roof of the cellar.
Switching the lights off Caroline looked up and smiled god how can she enjoy this? She thought.
Janet’s body hurt. A lot more than she thought it would. If fact the bondage was a lot more than she thought it could be. They and she know it was they and not just him had tied her so tight. And not a word spoken. She shuddered and let her mind drift. Slowly moving and tensing her muscles to ease the strain. Her breasts hurt the ropes dug in all around the orbs, but in her own way she was happy. Did she not deserve this? She worked hard. Her break up with Norman last year had taken so much of her resilience out of her. She needed the challenge of this week.
Just to be able to move on. her strength would come from the suffering she would just have to put up with. Stoic and none complaining. She would suffer and she didn’t doubt she would.
She had left a clause in the email to be opened only after day three of her stay. Her darkest dream, this would be her nemesis. Would they do it as she wanted. The bonus should cover their risk. But until then she was only 3 hours into her suffering.
Daz walked back into the cellar holding a bright torch light on to Janet. She had turned on the hook but not by much. It had been 5 hours.
She didn’t look too distressed so closing the door he went up for another session finishing off the last of the harnesses.
“Daz. I'm worried.” Caroline had cooked them a nice meal and had they had just finished eating. A plate of bread with butter and a little jam on it sat by the table along with a sports bottle of water.
“Why? she seemed okay when I left her.”
“I know but it’s been a long time and it’s time to feed her.”
Daz sighed.
“What about when we take her down to the tunnel she is going to be a long way from here for a full 18 hours while the Saudis are here, we need the cellar for his wives as he asked for them to be kept in restraint. For his satisfaction. Shit I forgot to ring Paul to see if he had got the stuff they wanted!”
“He has. I rang him this morning. Come on then let’s go feed her then I can sleep well tonight”
They go down into the cellar. The torch shows her turned all the way to the door but with her head still up in the roof and the torch light Daz is content she cannot see who they are.
He keeps the light shining in her eyes until she is lowered enough to be turned away from them.
He quickly pulls the swimming goggles over eyes letting the rubber strap snap on to her skull.
Caroline wheels a stainless steel box underneath her and they ensure her hogtied body drops into it so she is laid on her front with her neck in a cut out. Cutting the rope which had held her to the hook close to her harness her he quickly checks her for loss of circulation. The lid of the box with the other half of the neck cut out is then passed over to him and he leans on it compressing her body a little more until Caroline could snap the clips shut.
Janet’s in a weird state, the agony of her hogtie is now compounded with the crush of the box and then the pressure on her knees as the box is stood on end and she hears clinking followed by a series of four snaps. Then the sound of a motor and she is lifted in the air. A slight sway and a tug as the ball gag strap is unbuckled.
It takes a bit of easing to get it out of her mouth. She works her jaw and awaits what’s to come.
A soft hand eases her matted hair away from her face and she feels a warm flannel wipe all the dried up drool from round her chin. In reality she would have liked the full body wash. But this was her own doing. She wondered how she looked. Just her head sticking out of the box. She still didn’t know she was been videoed.
A sports bottle is placed between her lips and gently squeezed. She drinks and then munches a nice slice of bread with what tasted like a nice jam. More water and then another slice of bread and jam followed.
She was horny again, they still hadn’t said a word or asked if she was ok.
They would get today's bonus. She guessed it was still day one. The soft hand was replaced by a calloused one.
This hand held out something to her lips. She smelt rubber and leather, opening her mouth she felt a long rubber penis shaped gag pushed into it. It narrowed off at the base and she closed her jaw a little. The goggles came off but all she could see was the wall.
Then nothing as a leather hood was smoothed over her face and then a wait while her hair was pulled into a pony tail. Rubber bands snapped onto her hair pulling on her scalp and the not so gentle tugs as it was pulled through a ring in the back of her hood the hood totally covered her head. Down to the base of her neck at the top of the box. A collar was then buckled round her neck, and then the laces at the back tugged and pulled until her head felt it would shrink under the pressure.
Caroline looked at the customer and wondered if they had overdone it a bit. But she had chance to speak out and it not be so harsh for her.
She remembered her time in the hood and the cage. Actually she wanted it now. Pointing to the door she waited until they were outside with before whispering.
“I want to be fucked while strapped up and in a hood. I want to be strapped to her bed and I want you to fuck me hard master!”
Daz looked at her. “It’s getting to you too is it!” she nods and he says “ill be right back.”
He dashed upstairs to their play locker and grabbed a few things. It hadn’t surprised him Caroline was getting more and more into it. He had to admit if she wasn’t with him he would have got Janet to suck him off.
On his return Caroline was standing naked looking at the head sticking out of the box.
He quickly showed her the hood. This one had a smaller gag. But no laces. It had a harness over the leather.
Eye pads covered her eyes and she placed the gag in her mouth and the pads over her eyes and rolled the leather over her head. And stood.
The draw string at the base was tightly tightened up and the strap that covered her eyes pulled tight. Buckled in haste she didn’t realise she would have black eyes in the morning. The gag strap was buckled tight to and she nearly gave her safe signal as it pulled the gag deep into her mouth. She didn’t as she realised that Daz was turned on as much she was. A collar bucked round her neck held the hood tight and as he took each of her wrists and pulled them up behind her in reverse prayer she felt her juice drip out of her.
His hands spun her and she heard a buckles clink and as he bent her forward a leather strap tightened at the base of her left breast and she felt the hard tug as Daz buckled it tighter than she had ever felt it before. Gasping around the penis in her mouth she thrust her chest out so he could get the right one done.
The throbbing in her breasts matched her heart beat and she heard the motor of the winch click a few times.
Daz grabbed her and dragged her over to the hanging box forcing her to bend over between the four chains until her breasts hung at the front and back of Janet’s hooded head. Using rope around all four chains he held the bent over Caroline’s body in place tightening it down until her sternum touched the top of Janet’s head.
Caroline knew what he had done. The clever bastard she though. Just fuck me make me come. She tried to say through the gag. A squeal followed as a paddle struck her left bottom cheek, “Shit” she thought as another blow followed. She wondered what Janet thought or felt. Her ankles got grabbed and he thrust a stretcher bar between them forcing her lower onto Janet’s head. She heard a moan from between her breasts and tried to take some pressure of Janet’s neck.
Then a huge thrust and Daz was inside her. The rest was a blur. She knew she had come at least twice. He had come once. She was now laid on her breasts which were still bound strapped to the bed in the cellar and they hurt like hell...
Now as she listened to the sound of the winch lowering the box into the hole in the floor she wondered if Daz would leave her like this for the night or take her upstairs and fuck her senseless again.
Janet
As the sound of the slab dropping into place above Janet’s head echoed in the little confined space she tried to move to relive the hurt in her body but she couldn’t really find any relief. She was so ecstatic. This was what she hoped for, well maybe a bit more. The smell of the woman’s sweat and a sweet cinnamon smell had captivated her.
The way her had tied her so that the weight of the breasts pressed against her face and back of her head and the fact the woman had come so hard as her box had rocked in time with the man’s trusts had given Janet her feeling of submission. These people were getting off on her helplessness.
And now this. Tied so tight she couldn’t move. Then locked and a box and now by the sound of the silence after the unfastening of the chains and a solid cluck of stone being dropped above her head. She groaned to see what sounds came back. Just a faint echo, her mind went off into a space she had never knew it could. Happiness in her mind was hard to find and she knew this was what she was looking for.
Time to think time to grieve and time to rejuvenate, I needed this. She thinks and slowly even though she is in pain and hurting drifts off to sleep.
Caroline jerks awake, the house is quiet. The sound of the cows in the main yard all queuing up to be milked and the sound of Daz and his dad talking to them came in the open window.
She gently moves her arms and finds the key for the handcuffs on the bedside table.
The image of Janet and her tied body flash across her mind. And she is instantly aroused.
She wasn’t as threatened by this set up as she thought she would have been unlocking herself she picks up the keys for her ankle cuffs and unlocks them.
She was excited. Daz was taking her and Janet to a place she had only heard of.
The land around the farm was all undulating and the old railway that ran from York to Bridlington ran under the chalk Wolds. Under Doctor Beaching’s cuts the line had shut years ago and when she had been tied to the lines years ago there had been no real risk except discovery.
As the owners of the land Daz’s father had the keys for the bricked-up tunnel and they used it to store machinery. His dad didn’t get there much any more and Daz said he had gone a lot deeper than they had normally gone. His dad been a believer in ghosts.
The contractors had used their silage trailers and it was now time to return them to the underground storage, and he planned to take Janet there in a trailer. She was going to be kept there until the Saudis had been and gone.
Showering Caroline quickly brought herself off. She couldn’t think when she had ever been so horny before she re met Daz. She was lucky. She thought.
Paul was coming over to meet them. He had made the box Janet was placed in and was coming with them to show them a thing he had placed in the tunnels. Daz had found a cutting in the tunnel behind a steel locked door was a large space with work benches and tool lockers all rusted and dusty. But he had decided a while ago to turn into a play area.
He said he had Susan Watts in mind. But Caroline had now come into his life and now this thing with Janet had spiked his imagination.
The main thing was it was a place to store Janet. Caroline was going to spend the night there too.
He would then come for her in the morning so she could go with him to pick up the Saudi and his group. They had the Hilton in York booked and he was borrowing his dads Merc so with the BMW they could bring the group up the dirt lane so they could slip in and out without suspicion or the press getting wind of their visit .
Paul should be finishing the cellar off in the afternoon. He was drilling all the holes and mounting all the manacles. Maybe not to Janet’s liking but she wasn’t going to see a lot of the cellar from now on.
Caroline had breakfast cooked and smiled at Paul as he and Daz came in.
She could tell Paul was excited. He got to make stuff but not often did he get chance to see his goods in action.
They had stressed to him he couldn’t speak at all and no way should he be seen with this client though others may want a bit more attention.
His making the box Janet was in now was a key factor. The Saudis had expressed a interest in one or more. He had been sent a set of measurements
For two of the women coming on the trip.
He wanted to see his new toys in action so he could see if there was a way to make it better.
His eyes went wide as Daz lifted the slab and held his fingers under her nose holes to check she was still breathing. It worried Daz a little. This could all go wrong but it was a risk he was willing to take.
The money she was offering was enough to help increase the herd without a bank loan and all the interest payments.
Clipping the hooks onto the box top he gave Paul the thumbs up and using the winch the box came out of the ground Daz noting that the head didn’t seem that distressed considering she had been tied up for over 24 hours.
Caroline looked at the hood and shuddered. She would be a wreck by now Janet would be in so much pain and her muscles must be screaming out. It would be easier if she was like me and wanted bondage but with orgasms and the semi freedom, this woman was hardcore!
It had been decided that she would be bathed before she went up the tunnel. If for their sake more than Janet's.
Pauls eyes went wide as they unlocked the box and lifted her body out. If Janet noticed that it was two sets of male hands on her she didn’t show it. Pauls hands ran over her indented flesh. The rope had sunk into her skin.
Daz had a set of medical scissors and started to cut the rope from her body. He had decided to burn it. As if anything did go wrong the DNA on it would incriminate them. Janet and the box stank of urine and excrement. Her arse cheeks and rope covered with dried on shit. Unfolding her leg’s he cut the rope on her ankles working his way up cutting both harnesses off her.
He cut her wrist ropes and straight away put a Police pair of joined cuffs on her wrists. The elbow ropes got the same treatment. He then locked a pair of leg irons on her. Rolling her onto her back to let her get her breath back.
Paul was amazed at the rope marks on her body the way her skin reflected each twist and knot was like a mad plan of a huge road intersection. His fingers followed one over her sore looking nipples.
He gave it a tweak. Nothing. No response, he squeezed harder. She moved a little
Then she started to squirm as the blood started to get back into places it had only had a little access to. They stood watching her as she flexed and writhed.
Paul noticed Caroline’s eyes had glazed over. She had a great body no wonder Daz was in love with her.
Looking down at Janet he noticed she was lithe. A runner maybe, pretty
Who knows. She stank though and as they helped her to her feet and walked her to the wet room he wondered how Daz was going to stop her seeing them.
He needn’t of worried. Daz and he held her facing the wall and as the hood was unlaced by Caroline and pulled off her head Caroline pulled the swimming goggles out of her pocket and jammed them over the woman’s head and over her head.
The penis gag came out now and a ring gag forced behind her teeth. Its elastic cutting into her mouth sides.
A noose placed over her head pulled her under the shower head and even though her legs were weak she had to stand.
It had been agreed that Caroline would clean her up while the boys got on with the cell building.
Janet stood waiting for the pain to stop as the blood forced its way round her body. The humiliation of being naked with all her body fluids encrusted to her skin was a turn on. the whole thing had gone well. This was better than she thought. The box and everything else was what she wanted if a little harsh for her but this had added to the excitement
Now she wondered what was about to come next.
Next was hot water lots of it. It felt so good, a sweet smelling shampoo was gently massaged into her scalp. The hands felt small and it was and her hair was combed through the treatment her arse got wasn’t so gentle the brush used was rough but soon she was clean. Her breasts had got a lot attention her nipples getting a lot of harsh treatment. Fingers started on her clit and two fingers dipped into her pussy.
It seemed to go on for ages. Janet was turned on she was right on the edge of coming when the rope was pulled higher the noose tightening making her gasp.
Caroline was turned on. This was superb, the feeling of having to clean this woman up.
Her life in her hands, wondering how it felt for Janet. She tugged the rope tighter so Janet was stood on her toes.
Working harder on the woman pussy and clit doing all the things she liked. Hoping to bring her off.
It had shocked her that the woman didn’t seem to want orgasms.
She loved the feeling of them, the bondage adding to the experience!
Okay she was a submissive but not to the extent this woman was.
Janet was panting. Her hips grinding on the fingers buried deep inside her. Caroline was enjoying herself, was this what Daz felt when he brought her off. Tied her, used her? The woman’s hips weaved and Caroline had three fingers inside her pumping as hard as she could.
Almost punching her pussy.
Janet got to the point of orgasm and as she did Caroline pulled hard on the slack in the noose lifting her off the ground.
Janet's orgasm thundered through her and she was only just aware as she blacked out of the weight of her body been taken as she was lowered to the floor. The last thing she heard was deep male voice saying “What the fuck have you done to her?” ;
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