Laura 2 | bondage story | gag, rubber, dungeon, ropes

Laura felt the box being moved. It felt as if she was being carried onto a trolley or something. It had wheels. He actually was going to bring her down to the garage and into his car. She could barely hear him closing the door to his apartment and bring her in to the elevator. After a little while he had her lifted inside his van. She could hear the engine start up and then the car drove off to its destination. Laura was almost panicking. He actually was going to do this. She had been hoping that he was joking about all this, just to scare her a little. Three weeks of rough slavery was what awaited her, if she survived this menacing prison in the car.

He was right about nobody was going to miss her. She had just ended her studies at the university, and she hadn't signed up for new classes after her vacation. She had been planning on taking a year off, do some traveling; see Europe and things like that. And he was also right about she not having any close friends or relatives. She had been so addicted to her bondage-fantasies that she hadn't had time for making friendships. Right now, cramped inside this little box, she strongly regretted that. But, wasn't this what she had just been dreaming about. Being grabbed and abducted by strong male hands.

She had been reading about damsels in distress for many years now, imagining how it would feel to be tied up for real. And it always gave her a big kick to watch girls being forced into bondage by hooded, vicious males. She had the complete collection of HOM's "Bondage Classics"-series. The violent 70's bondage, so well captured by HOM, was her favorite. The things she was going through right now, could have been taken from these lovely movies. But dreaming was one thing, and the harsh reality was another, unfortunately. This actually wasn't so romantic as described in fiction. As her tears and saliva leaked into her sweaty rubber-hood, she tried to ignore the horrible pain from her outrageous bondage-position. But, the pain was one thing; what scared her most was the reality that nobody, not a single soul in the whole wide world would miss her. This guy, Mr. Henderson, could actually keep her tied up for the rest of her life, and nobody could care less. Horrible news. She owned her apartment, and all of her bills were automatically taken care of, by her bank. What a fucking mess!

Laura thought in her utter despair.

Mr. Henderson had promised her three weeks of tight bondage, training and fucking. Her mind was racing about that. How would it finally be to suck on a big, fat cock, or to get ass-reamed by this huge guy. He seemed to know what he was doing. And despite of her cramped position, she started to get horny. She could feel her pussy-juices leek into the crotch-part of her g-string. If she only could have touched herself, things wouldn't have been so bad. All she could do was to wait, in pain and sexual frustration.

Bob Henderson thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. He still couldn't believe why Laura had showed up at his place. It must be destiny, bringing two bondage-enthusiasts together, he thought happily. He just couldn't wait to get to his cabin. He had been building a well equipped dungeon in a secret room in the basement, completely sound-proof and air-conditioned. That was where the slut, Laura, would be spending her next three weeks. He had built this dungeon for fantasizing primarily. He had spent a lot of time in there by himself, drinking beer and doing some treatment on imaginary slave-girls. But now, he was actually going to use it for real. For the first time in his life he had tied up a living person, but he considered himself quite skilled after all, because he had practiced a lot on inflatable dolls and mannequin dolls. He sure knew his ropes!

There would be no escape for Laura, ever! He watched the clock on the car's dashboard. Only one more hour to go. He just had to quench his desire to ride any faster, because he couldn't afford being stopped by a police-car or having an accident or anything like that. Keep the speed limit, he said to himself, as he constantly was rubbing his moist leather-clad crotch. Finally they reached their destination. The secluded cabin came into view. Bob parked the van inside the garage, and started to carry all of the bags and stuff he had brought with him in to the cabin, through a door directly from within the garage. Very convenient when you have a slut tightly tied up inside a box, Bob thought with a grin. Although the place was secluded, you never knew what creeps could be sneaking around out there. He turned the lights on, and shut the blinds all over the place.

Luckily he had installed an advanced alarm-system, so if anybody should show up, he would be notified. He also kept loaded guns scattered around the place, so he felt quite safe. Bob picked up the remote-control to his television and hurried down in the basement. He pointed it to a spot above the washing-machine and pushed a button. There was a little humming sound, and suddenly a hidden door opened; his dungeon. After some preparations, he quickly went back to his van, and fetched his treasure. He opened the lid of the box, and dragged Laura out of her cramped prison. She moaned delightfully from behind her hooded and gagged mouth as Bob carried her down to the dungeon.

He cut off the ropes keeping her in the horrible ball-tie and placed her in a chair, especially designed for bondage. He tied her ankles to the chair's legs, before he cut off her elbow-rope and retied each of her wrists to the chair's armrests. Good, now she was completely safe again. There was no way she could get herself out of this position, Bob thought happily, as he started to wrench the soaking rubber-hood off her lovely face. It took a while before Laura could see properly, due to her visions being cut off by the hood for such a long time. She felt stiff and sore all over, but this bondage-position was not so bad. It was good to almost have her arms back again. Her elbows still hurt, but she could live with that. Finally, she saw where she was. In a dungeon of some kind. Her eyes were now adjusted to the light and she started to explore the room. Cuffs, gags, whips, enema-stuff and other paraphernalia were decorating the walls along with mirrors and pulleys and other things she had only seen in videos and magazines before. The things she saw were sending shivers up her spine, and she moaned loudly from behind her gag.

She tried to get out of the chair, but to no avail.

Bob Henderson was nowhere to be seen. So she settled down and started to fantasize again about what he would do to her. The bondage-position wasn't bad, but she would do anything to get rid of her gag. Her jaws were aching a lot and her damned saliva kept drooling out of the corners of her mouth. Finally, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Laura turned her head and saw Mr. Henderson appear. She made frantic noises from behind her gag, when she saw him.

He had changed his clothes, and the things he was wearing made her almost pass out of excitement. His muscular and hairy upper body was only covered with a leather harness, making his heavy biceps protrude. It had various straps, coming out from a ring in the middle, placed to accentuate his torso muscles. One wide strap went directly down his flat stomach and disappearing inside his trousers. He had short black rubber-gloves on his hands, making his hairy arms look enormously sexy. His lower body was covered in tight black and shiny rubber-breeches, designed to accentuate the giant bulge between his legs. On his feet were shiny, black leather riding-boots, just like the ones her father had been using. Laura couldn't take her eyes from the bulge between his legs. God, he must be equipped like a horse, she thought, making unintelligible noises from behind her gagged lips. He was the most powerful man she had ever seen, a dream come true from her bizarre fantasies.

"You like my outfit, bitch?" Mr. Henderson said, with a grin. "This is only one of many master's uniforms that I possess. Well, I think it is about time that we have a decent conversation now, so I am going to remove that delicious gag of yours for a while. But, I have to remind you that you will only speak when spoken to, and always answer me with master in the end of each answer. Yes, I am your Master now, and you from now on will be referred to as slave, slut, bitch or whatever I prefer to call you. If you forget to answer me back with the right answers, you will be punished. Do you understand, bitch!" Laura nodded eagerly, she couldn't wait to get her jaws back. He was standing so close to her, that his powerful and masculine pungent odors could be smelled. She had never smelled or seen anything so exciting in her whole life, and she whimpered like a bitch in heat, when he finally removed her gag.

Laura had been gagged for such a long time, that she had problems getting her jaws back again. Her Master, Mr. Henderson, had left her ball dangling around her neck, just as a reminder of what would happen if she didn't give him the correct answers. He had positioned himself right in front of her, just inches away with his rubber-clad legs spread wide so that his bulge should look most prominently. Laura couldn't take her eyes away from that bulge. Her Master noticed this with a grin. "You want that cock so bad, don't you. Well, I'll give it to you later, don't you fret, bitch. We are going to have a little conversation, you and me, now. But first, I guess you're thirsty from being gagged for such a long time, so here's a glass of orange juice to cheer you up." Laura accepted the drink eagerly, it was delicious! "Thank you, Master!" she said, smiling, seeking her captor's eyes.

"Good girl!" her Master replied. "So, you're into bondage, huh? Tell me why, when and how you came in touch with it." Laura thought about it for a little while, before she replied back. "I've always been into bondage. I guess that it is in my genes. You see, my mother and father were having a b & d-relationship. My mother was always very submissive towards men. My father was a big and rough police-officer, a motorcycle-cop, always wearing breeches and high-polished boots. He was my mother's master, I guess. I used to sneak up to their bedroom-door at nights, listening to their love-making. And from the sounds, I could tell there wasn't any usual soft love-making going on. I figured that my mother was tied up, while my father fucked and slapped her around quite heavily. I guess she was gagged too, from her muffled sounds. They were very happy."

"Unfortunately they both were killed in a traffic- accident some years ago. I collected all their bondage-paraphernalia and films and magazines, sold the house and came to live in my apartment, next to yours, Master. I don't have any siblings, you see. I never could leave my bondage-fantasies behind. I guess my submissiveness comes from my mother. She also taught me to wear stockings and garters. I've never owned a pair of jeans or pantyhose. That was forbidden in our home. I remember sneaking down to my father's den in the basement, searching for some answers. Although I knew this was not allowed, I had to browse his magazines and dream about being tied up by strong male hands. He never touched me, unfortunately, although I wish he could have done that. He always played a part in my fantasies. I wished he could have discovered me in his forbidden den, tied me up and punished me for it. It always gave me a heavy orgasm to think about it, Master."

Bob Henderson found her story very interesting. His cock was starting to grow hard, and the bitch kept staring at his crotch. He couldn't wait any longer. He just had to fuck her right now. "OK, we'll continue this chat later", he said as he stood up and unzipped his breeches. Out came the longest and fattest cock Laura had ever seen. "Now, open your mouth, bitch. I want you to suck on my meat" he said as he pushed his monster-tool up to her mouth. Laura was only too happy to oblige! Finally, a real cock to suck on.

She had been practicing on dildos, but this live monster was bigger than any of hers. Luckily, she was used to being gagged with big rubber-balls, so she had no problems accepting his cockhead. The smell and taste of rubber, male sweat and cock almost made her pass out of excitement. Her cunt-juices were running freely and her nipples were straining to break out of her bra. The cock was so long that she doubted she could take it all the way down, but her Master just kept pushing it down her throat, relentlessly.

"That's it, slut. Open up wide now and accept my tool!" Mr. Henderson said, as he forced himself down her throat.

Laura panicked. She couldn't breath and tried to get away, but to no avail. Just as she was on the brink of passing out, he withdrew a couple of inches, so she could breathe, before he again pushed himself further down. This ceremony was repeated for a long time, until finally he withdrew completely. Laura gasped for air, her eyes tear-stained and her mouth filled with cock-tasting saliva. She was shivering and frightened. This was almost too much! She kept staring at the monster-cock; glistening and heavy, just inches from her mouth.

"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it? You suck pretty good. You actually accepted more than half of my cock on your first try. We're going to practice a lot of this during the next days, so that you'll learn to swallow all of it, including my cum! But right now, I want to get a taste of your shaved and juicy cunt. I'll just have to rearrange your bondage first" The Master said, as he jammed the gag back where it belonged! Laura hadn't had a chance to protest. This man sure knew how to treat a woman. She was being mastered, that's for sure. Her mind kept telling her that this was rape and awful, but her cunt continued to leak juices, wanting that cock so bad.

The Master roped her wrists together behind her back again, and he also applied the elbow-rope, making Laura protest wildly from behind her gag. Bob Henderson didn't give a damn. He was going to rope this bitch up every way he liked it, no matter, and he certainly didn't care if she didn't want it!. He then cut the ropes holding her ankles, and dragged her across the room to a mattress in one of the corners. A pulley hung above it, and he secured her arms to a hook and hoisted her up so she was standing bent forward on her heels, with her arms way up in the air behind her. He then secured her stocking-clad ankles to a spreader-bar. Her bondage was complete! And, the best thing; she was ready to be fucked!

Laura couldn't do anything to release the strain on her shoulders. This bondage-position was awful. She had seen it performed on videos before, and she always wanted to try it out, but this was torture. She saw her Master appear in front of her, stroking his powerful cock. "Are you ready to be fucked, bitch?" he said, but all Laura could reply back was "mmmphh".

"Good, I take that as a yes" he chuckled and went behind her, ripped her soaking wet g-string off her and inserted a couple of fingers up her wet cunt. "Baby wants cock so bad. You're hornier than a bitch in heat" he said as she felt the big cock-head press against her nether-lips. With two brutal thrusts he was in.

It wasn't as bad as Laura had thought. Maybe it's because my cunt is so wet? She really felt stuffed, praying that she wouldn't be ripped in two. He fucked her with hard and slow thrusts, and it was heaven for both of them. Laura moaned heavily from behind her gag as her Master fucked her harder and harder. She had completely forgotten her painful bondage. Only his cock mattered. She finally came violently, again and again, but her fucker kept on exploring her fuck-channel. Laura was on the brink of passing out, when he finally emptied himself inside of her, filling her with huge amounts of cum, and he held himself inside of her for a long time after, before he withdrew with a popping sound.

He cut the rope attaching her to the pulley, and she just collapsed before his shiny boots. His semi-erect, yet powerful cock glistened with cum and cunt-juice as he bent forward and ungagged her. Laura was totally soaked and tired, but she soon got the idea as her Master pushed his fuck-tool against her lips.

"Clean me up, slut. That was the best fuck ever. I know you enjoyed it too, from your multiple orgasms. Great." He said as Laura sucked and nibbled and cleaned up his cock. It tasted good, cum and cunt, yummy! Finally he was pleased with her work, and stuffed his meat-pack back into his breeches. He then cut the elbow-rope and took away the spreader-bar and once again had her sit in the chair. In a minute he had her fixed again, but he left the gag dangling around her neck.

"Time for dinner. Now, you be a good girl and sit tight, while I prepare something to eat. OK, bitch!" he said as he started to walk upstairs to the kitchen.

"Yes, Master" Laura replied back, smiling at her captor. She felt as the luckiest girl in the world. Finally she had found what she had been looking for.

She was home!