Abducting an Angel

Now that she was held arms-wide against the wall, I decided to put a spreader bar to use. Her feet were currently held less than a foot apart - I wanted to increase that to at least a metre or so. I looked around for an appropriately-sized spreader bar and found one lying nearby, next to a large handheld vibrator. I made a mental note to use that later and proceeded to attach the spreader bar to Alicia's ankles.

The distance proved to be adequate - her legs were spread by a nice amount, and just enough that she winced slightly from the uncomfortable tug on her aching thighs. I didn't want her kicking out at me, though, so I tied the spreader bar to one of the wall rings with a short rope. She was now truly spread-eagled against the stone wall and glaring at me with her best I-am-not-amused look. I slapped her swollen pussy playfully, enjoying the sight of her thighs flexing in vain as she tried to pull her legs together.

Deciding it was time to clean up the mess she'd made, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled right up to Alicia's crotch. I looked up to see her peering down at me with a curious expression on her face. Without hesitation, I began licking all the skin coated in her juices, leaving her sensitive pink mound till last.

"Ever had cunnilingus?" I asked, looking up at her. Her puzzled expression said it all. I dived into her hole tongue-first, pushing into every fold of flesh that I could feel. I was probably doing it like a complete amateur, but it was all the same to her on the receiving end. Muffled moans wafted down from above as her labia trembled against my tongue. Then I pulled out, wiped my mouth with my hand and stood up.

"Mmmmmph?" I'd never heard an incoherent mumble sound so sad, but she pulled it off like a pro.

"Oh, no. You've had your fun. Now it's time for you to learn a little more about your body." Quickly deflating and removing her gag, I held my hand over her mouth and stared at her sternly as a warning. I then removed the latex flap dangling from the chaise and held it up to her mouth. "Lick," I commanded.

At first she just stared at it with a look of disgust written plainly across her features. Then she opened her mouth as if to talk, and I took the opportunity to shove the latex firmly into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own juices. She struggled, but quickly realised she had no hope of escaping it. So she started licking. Slowly at first, then with more vigour as I moved the material around so she could reach all of it. Once the latex was satisfactorily clean, I threw it behind me and let her know I was pleased.

"See, that wasn't too hard, was it," I gave her a swift kiss on the lips and put a gag back in her mouth before she could respond. A ball gag, this time - those inflatable gags could do some damage after a while.

My next deed would work best as a surprise, so I found her panties that I'd removed last night and tied them around her head to blindfold her. Then I left the room to retrieve the indoor hose and returned to the girl sprawled across my wall to aim the nozzle at her chest. I switched it on.

Her body jerked as if she'd been electrocuted, and she continued to tremble as I directed the stream of water all over her body. I didn't blame her - the water was quite cold, but I had to clean her off somehow. Hosing her down just seemed like the most entertaining way of doing it.

I noticed that her quivering intensified when I sprayed at her armpits, her sides, and, naturally, at her groin. Ticklish one, huh. I reduced the water pressure and ripped off the panties from her head, spraying her directly in the face for a split second before I turned off the nozzle.

"There you go. Now all of that sweat is gone. You're welcome," I said, teasing her. Her face started to sour, and not wanting her to cry again I jumped in and initiated a vigorous but soft tickling on her sides. She immediately broke into muffled laughter as her belly shook violently. I stopped and moved my fingers up to her vulnerable armpits, savouring the wide-eyed pleading look she gave me. I promptly tapped her skin once and lowered my hands. Alicia breathed a sigh of relief.

I decided to let her hair loose to redeem myself slightly. I removed the scrunchie and allowed her hair to fall onto her breasts. Then, thinking the constant tickling might irritate her, I swept her hair behind her shoulders, running my hand down its length as I did. It was lovely, soft hair - well-treated, no doubt. I loved a girl who looked after her body well and didn't mutilate herself with tattoos and studs.

Alicia watched me with an inscrutable expression. I must be very difficult for her to figure out - forcing orgasms out of her one minute and admiring her hair the next. Well, she seemed ready for more of the former. I knew I was.

***

I hated the new position I found myself in. All the uneasy feelings of vulnerability from the last one, with the added annoyance of having to stand up for a prolonged time. Well, I could theoretically let my legs go slack, but my arms would hate me for it. And this bar holding my legs apart - who on earth would invent such a thing? I wanted to close my legs so badly. Unlike in the chair, my ankles weren't strapped to anything. I could wriggle my legs freely but I just couldn't move them together - that cruel bar kept them firmly apart despite my most fervent exertions. The only reward I reaped was a renewing of the ache in my thighs.

To make matters worse, Gordon now knew my weak spots. I had hoped with everything else going on - with the relentless stimulation of the most private areas of my body - that he wouldn't realise how intensely ticklish I was. But here I was, no holes barred, my entire being laid before this man to do with as he wished. Gone were the days of my own wishes having any meaning. And yet after experiencing such guilty pleasures, my captor was beginning to grow on me. Four orgasms in a row! I'd never dreamed such a thing was possible. I was hooked now - I wanted to feel them all over again, to let my body go slack as the intense pleasure rocked me into oblivion. I couldn't help but crave that next glorious convulsion... Maybe this is what drug-addicts felt like.

That thought made me catch myself, drawing my mind back from the endless ocean of unescapable bliss. I knew I had to do something to escape this place before I was fully addicted to that newfound ecstasy, but I still couldn't overcome the overwhelming helplessness I felt... An idea began forming in my mind.

My thought process was cut, however, when I saw what Gordon was approaching with. Rope - lots of it. The next thing I knew he was winding it around my waist and crotch, creating a sort of G-string out of rope. I gasped as the rope cut through the lips of my tender slit but Gordon paid me no heed.

After finishing with my lower body he moved up to my chest. Holding my breast in one hand, he wrapped several coils of rope around its base before connecting it to my other breast and repeating the process. Then he tied off the rope and pinched my nipple lightly as if as a signature touch. Expecting a sharp pain, I was surprised when the pinch actually felt rather pleasurable. I was learning new things about my body by the hour, it seemed.

I was less impressed with the way my normally average-sized bust was now pushed out in front of me like two big balloons. They looked ridiculous and were beginning to acquire a deep shade of red. But I couldn't feel any pain, so I wasn't too worried by that. I probably looked like a model for some new exotic line of strapless rope bras, though. At least the rope wasn't rough - it was actually very soft against my skin.

Then Gordon took them in his hands and shook them gently up and down. My humiliation only intensified when he let go and they continued bouncing briefly. My face probably matched the hue of my bosom by that point.

He moved away, picked up something off the floor, and turned back to face me. It was a black rod with a large round head. I had no idea what its use might be... Until he held it against my most sensitive area and flicked the switch.

It began as a light tickling. Every sensory nerve in my swollen clitoris was driven crazy, sending tingles all across my body. Then it became stronger. Powerful vibrations ran through me and were amplified by the rope through my crotch and my highly sensitive state of arousal. I tried moving my groin away from the infernal machine, but Gordon matched my movements with ease. Then it increased in power for the last time, unleashing an unstoppable barrage of pleasure on my overloaded sensory system. I climaxed, arching my head back in uncontrollable ecstasy and collapsing as I rode the orgasm out.

I was vaguely aware of a loud buzzing noise ceasing, but I couldn't recall when the noise had started. You just can't inflict such extreme pleasure upon a person and expect them to come through unscathed, I thought hopelessly. As my eyes regained focus and I was able to make my legs support my weight once more, I gazed into Gordon's eyes with the most exhausted expression I could muster. I tried murmuring into my gag to indicate that I wanted to speak - surely he'd grant me that much.

He hesitated briefly, then said, "I'll give you one chance to talk. You'd better make it count." He removed my gag with practised ease, then looked at me questioningly and prompted, "Well?"

I worked my jaw a bit first, attempting to overcome its numbness. I knew what I had to say - it was the only thing that had the slightest chance of getting me out of here before it was too late. Trying to resist my all-consuming libido was useless. And I knew that this could be the last time I was in my right mind and capable of lucid, rational thought.

So there I was, arms outstretched and shackled above my head, legs held wide apart by a metal bar, collared like some mindless cattle, my breasts wrapped liberally in coils of rope and protruding like melons, my tender slit split open by a rope wrapped tightly around my crotch, my skin shining with a fresh coat of perspiration, held captive in a subterranean stone cell who-knows-where, held face to face with the man who was responsible for all of the above.

"Gordon," I said seductively. "Will you marry me?"

***

I smirked. "Is that supposed to make me go easier on you?"

A look of desperation crossed her face as she replied. "No! I mean... I'm serious."

Despite the very tempting prospect of spending the rest of my life with this amazing woman - whether she remained my personal sex slave or not - I couldn't help but be sceptical of her proposal given the circumstances. But if she was serious, then she must realise that much more of this would be in store for her, so using it as a means of escape was hardly logical. Unless she intended to run at the first opportunity...

Mulling it over, I decided there was no harm in going through with it. I'd have to keep a close eye on her, of course, and our wedding would have to be performed in relative secrecy, but I think it could work. And it would certainly ease my conscience about raping her. Well, I suppose it wouldn't be rape then.

Looking deep into her eyes as if to read her true thoughts directly, I said slowly, "Alright, Alicia. I will marry you."

She beamed at me with that angelic smile of hers, making me want to cradle her right there. It was scary how much control she had over me, even fully restrained as she was. I continued hastily, "We'll seal the deal tomorrow. I suppose I'd better find you something to wear..."

I knew a minister that wouldn't ask too many questions, and my house had a foyer just right for our little ceremony. As for what she would wear... I had a few ideas. With only a day to prepare I couldn't afford to spend any more time with my fiancee, so I left her standing spread-eagled against the wall - replacing her ball gag first, of course - and went to fetch some important equipment.

The day passed quickly. It seemed like an insignificant affair, this wedding, and yet I couldn't help but feel excited. Very little would actually change - over time I might allow her more freedom, but otherwise she would remain my captive and the world would be none the wiser as to what transpires below Gordon Massey's mansion. Still, she would be my wife. That thought held some weight in my mind, and the more I dwelt on it the more I liked the idea.

The following morning shortly after ten, my friend Nathan arrived to perform the ceremony. I wasn't even sure if a wedding was official without ample witnesses, but Nathan assured me that he would take care of the legal side of things.

I'd been up for several hours already, preparing my fiancee for her appearance and ensuring she was comfortable, properly nourished, and unlikely to expose the nature of our relationship. She had been perfectly compliant when I had locked a chastity belt on her and threatened to throw away the key if she acted up. She must have really liked those orgasms, I thought, amused. Just in case she had second thoughts, I tied a length of rope between her knees, restricting her ability to run. In addition, I had kept the rope on her breasts for the appealing effect it had on the size of her bust. Finally, her whole body was wrapped in white cloth, forming a makeshift dress and conveniently concealing all of the incriminating bondage equipment beneath. The cloth was actually just a silk sheet, but I kept that fact to myself.

She'd also had her first proper shower this morning, much to her delight. It was also the first time she had free movement of both her hands, so I had been rather nervous as I waited outside the bathroom door. But my anxiety proved to be for naught when she emerged, fresh-faced and smiling, wearing only a towel.

But now was the true test of her commitment. She was now fully ready for the ceremony - all she had to do was walk into the room, say the appropriate lines, and stay silent as the minister left my house. Nathan now stood at the end of the foyer, and I took my place before him and waited for Alicia to enter from the side door.

The moment dragged on longer, and I grew nervous about this whole ordeal. I should never have agreed to marry her - it was too risky. I didn't want to lose this girl that I'd worked so hard to acquire... Then she entered the room.

Her eyes darted briefly to the front door before meeting my uncertain gaze. She deliberated for a moment, then began walking slowly towards me. My heart leapt. This was actually happening - the lifelong companionship I'd always deeply craved was almost mine. I'd never hoped even in my wildest dreams that the girl who fulfilled my darkest desires would also willingly become that companion. I never thought I would get the best of both worlds, and yet here she was.

She was stunning, too. The white cloth hugged her form closely, sitting just loose enough to make you question whether she was wearing a bra underneath. She wasn't, of course, but her exaggerated bust was enough to widen Nathan's eyes as he whispered to me, "Never thought I'd say this, mate, but you scored quite the looker."

"Thanks for the confidence," I whispered back, grinning. Alicia reached me and took my hands in hers, our eyes locking as Nathan cleared his throat and began.

By some miracle, the ceremony proceeded without a hitch. We each said some generic vows at Nathan's prompting, and I laughed to myself as I thought about how ironic many of them were. "Remain bound together in love" indeed. We put gold rings on each other's finger - thankfully I'd already had some plain jewellery lying around - and after a few more customary lines, we were pronounced husband and wife.

"You may now kiss your bride." I wrapped my arms firmly around Alicia as our mouths joined in an intimate kiss. Nathan stood there awkwardly, waiting for us to finish. Finally, we broke apart and turned to face him.

"Well, congratulations, guys. There's just some formal paperwork here that you've gotta sign, and then I'll be off." I nodded and passed the pen to my wife, patiently waiting as she read over her section. She didn't know that I'd modified the conditions of divorce slightly - the only way our marriage could terminate was by proven infidelity, which I certainly wasn't going to risk. She must have seen this condition, though, because she seemed to stare at the page for a long time before silently signing in the appropriate place. Then she handed me the pen, and I quickly skimmed through the formal jargon and signed my name beside hers before passing the documents back to Nathan.

"That's it! I wish you guys a great honeymoon." And with that, he strolled out the front door and drove off. I was left standing there with my beautiful bride, who looked at me and smiled nervously. I knew she would be hoping that she didn't have to go back to the dungeon, but she wanted to see what I would do before expressing it.

Without saying a word, I put my arm around her shoulders and guided her back towards the basement. The smile disappeared and she turned her head to me with a pleading look.

"I did everything right. You can trust me, see?" Her soft voice took on a desperate tone.

"That's true, you did. But I didn't give you much choice." The threat of a permanent chastity belt can be a powerful motivator.

"The reason I don't want to wear this frustrating belt forever is because I want to lose my virginity to you," she gushed.

The girl sure knew how to sweet-talk a guy. I didn't buy it, but it made me feel good regardless. She would get her wish, in any case. I picked up a set of leather handcuffs on my way downstairs and locked her wrists behind her back before she got any ideas. I removed her ring while I was at it and put it with mine in my pocket.

I pushed her back into the dungeon and she stumbled over to the reclined chair in the middle before losing her balance. Shutting the heavy door behind me, I returned to help Alicia out of her wedding gown.

***

I stumbled across the room as if I was wearing a tight miniskirt - the rope between my legs had more or less the same effect. As I neared the chair that I'd been strapped to previously, I lost my balance and collapsed face-first into it, cursing the handcuffs that prevented me from breaking my fall. Hearing the door slam behind me, I twisted around to see Gordon approaching with a smug look on his face.

"What are you so pleased about..." I muttered, disgruntled, as I struggled to right myself.

"Have I ever told you how stunningly beautiful you are?" He replied. I blushed. Somehow it made me feel better knowing that the man who had abducted me and was now my husband respected me at least as far as my body was concerned. Maybe he respected me in other ways, too. I might yet have a chance of getting out of this dungeon.

"No? Well, you are a very beautiful creature, I assure you." Now he was just being flirtatious, but I loved hearing him say it. I certainly hadn't heard much of that before my abduction.

"In fact, so ravishing you are that it's you I've decided to lose my virginity to. That's right, I'm a virgin too, not that it means much nowadays." Now it was my turn to be stunned. It did, in fact, mean a lot to me that Gordon was still a virgin. Of all the women he could have been with by now, he had chosen to abduct me. In some twisted way, that increased my respect for him immensely.

I was sitting up on the chair now, so he reached around me and unlocked my cuffs, pulling me to a standing position. Then, slowly, he began to unwrap the cloth from my body. As more and more of my naked skin was revealed, I wondered if this was what I really wanted. I had been the one who proposed - breaking tradition, for what it was worth - but I had done it more out of desperation than a desire to actually marry him. And yet here I was, having gone through the wedding ceremony without a fuss, allowing him to disrobe me as I stood idly by, my arms free to resist him if I so chose. But I wasn't resisting him, leading me to conclude that I really did have feelings for this strange and gentle man.