Thread: The Disappearance (LataXQB)

Day 3. Food came only to those whom their master deemed worthy of it, that obviously meant that Fiona was starved throughout her stay. Why resist when she could easily find comfort and minimal agony simply doing as he pleased? For once it worked well with Agnessa obeying his every command and yielding to his demands, no matter how great it became apparent she was afraid and ever compliant since the first day she was kidnapped. And for that, she was given a reward she slept on the floor instead of in bondage and she needed not to wear a gag only because she rarely spoke out of turn. Enjoying a drink, the sight of the dreaded predicament that Fiona was in furthered only to harden his member. After all, it was natural to feel proud about one's accomplishments. Fiona's arms were bound tightly behind her at wrist and elbow, she wore discipline boots that forced her up on to the points of her toes. Though her legs were unbound, she was forced to stand on two bricks a couple of inches apart, with a shiny metal plate covering the top of them. The worst thing about the position was the thick hemp rope noose that was looped about her neck and attached to another of the ceiling hooks above her. Any stumble or attempt to step off the bricks would likely mean she would strangle herself. Ball-gagged, she was unable to struggle free from her current bondage predicament yet was free to curse him with an empty stomach and a mind overloaded with pleasure and bondage. A further rope was wound about her waist and through her crotch and I saw a pair of thin wires leading from her pussy to the plate on the bricks, then across the floor to what looked like a small transformer plugged into a wall socket. She had been enduring intense vibrations for a few minutes now and already a bit of her wetness began to seep, orgasmic fluids dripping down to form a small puddle beneath. Fiona knows she can end it just by stepping off the bricks, because the soles of those lovely black boots are fitted with metal contacts. If either one is touching the metal plate, the circuit is closed and the power remains on. With the intensity slowly rising, he hoped that her will to live would force her to stay upon the metal plates as should she step off the plate the noose would no doubt tighten. Vicious clover clamps bit into her full breasts, bound with a lock of rope round and round until they formed into a firm sphere. With the tatters of her panty hose and her wet panties, soiled from countless orgasms her underwear did little to cover up her body. Meanwhile, Agnessa knelt by his side, sitting upon her haunches with her back straight. He made it clear to instill into the slut just what would happen if she defied him. Namely, spit in his face when she was given the moment to talk. How are your nipples doing, Cunt? he asked, not even bothering to turn an eye towards Agnessa. Her nipples were recently pierced and doused harshly in alcohol to further her agony, golden rings fitting well against her hardened nipples. Wearing only a leather chastity belt, with both of her holes stuffed and vibrating it became a challenge to hold back any urge to cum. He made it clear that Agnessa's body belonged to him and that she would beg for release should she desire it. Most of the time however, she would not get it. The ball-gag was simply there for occasion drooling and muffled talking had been a few kinks he was keen on. Leaning back, he placed the ice-cold drink that she had been forced to hold for him, a small bucket of ice cubes right beside her. She was tasked to grab a handful of ice everytime he was to return his drink just to cool down the water he drank at the expense of her hands feeling the chill. Answer me, Cunt. Do you feel Pussy needs to be punished more? No longer did they have names Agnessa was called Cunt and Fiona was named Pussy. This was how it had been since the first day of their capture and it certainly wouldn't end anytime soon. Reaching to place down his water, he sat back and watched the torture, even as the orgasms would inevitably come there was little Fiona could do to stop it.