Katlin and Missy: Ch 1 – Abduction

Cathy: This is a rewrite of a story I thought up several years ago.


Katlin and Missy: Chapter 1 – Abduction

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A sharp pain in the neck awoke me. I couldn’t concentrate, could hardly remember my own name, and it took a while for me to realize that I was cuffed hand and foot and attached face down on a large bed, naked. A fifteen year old girl has lots of fantasies about loosing her virginity. Some had included bondage. None had included the pain I was feeling in my wrists and ankles. The cuffs were padded. But they were not comfortable. Padded was bad. It implied that the person who’d put me here intended to keep me this way for a while.

Being strapped spread eagle was only one of my fantasies, and far from my favorite, even without the pain I was in. There was a pain in my ass. Actually more like an ache. But it was constant, not going away. The pain in my neck, probably caused by this collar I was wearing, had been sharp, sudden, and short lived. It had been so bad that just the memory of it was much worse than the mere discomfort my ass was feeling.

I had tried to scream. But there was a ball in my mouth, held inside by a strap. Screaming into a ball gag is not very satisfying. I thought about my fanny. My boyfriends call me a “piece of ass”, though not to my face. I’ve often wondered what anal sex would feel like. But first I’d like to do it the normal way. Not that I haven’t been fingered by a boy. Two actually. Both times I was sort of “resisting” and still had my panties on. But in private I’ve done a lot more than that to myself. According to Annie, the dildo she gave me is about average for a man. Certainly bigger than boyfriends’ fingers. And I’ve had the dildo completely inside myself. I guess I’m only technically a virgin. I’ve thought about trying it inside my fanny. But that’s all I’ve done. Thought about it.

Well, something was inside my fanny. If it was a dildo it wasn’t shaped like mine because it was stuck inside me. Mine is a simple man shaped cylinder and would have slid out. Whatever this was felt big inside my rectum. Either that or I was full of shit. Possibly both. How long had it been since I’d had a BM? For that matter how long had I been tied up here? I couldn’t remember being abducted. My last memories were hazy. I could remember being in class thinking about walking home afterwards. Mom didn’t like me walking home by myself. But I always came directly home by the same route. I’d been kidnapped! Was I a random victim? My father was moderately rich. But the way I was trussed up had sexual and sadistic overtones.

Suddenly the thing in my fanny started vibrating! It felt .. well, I couldn’t describe it. After a few seconds I decided it felt good. In fact it was starting to feel very good. The pleasure was definitely overriding the slight discomfort of being stretched open. I heard footsteps of someone entering the room. They were the light footsteps of a woman. An unfriendly female voice started talking to me quietly.

“So, my darling. You’ve felt my pain and my pleasure. I can give you much more of either. Does the gag bother you? I’ll take it out after you’ve learned a little disipline. The first rule is never scream. Even if I kill you, you will die quietly. Because if you yell I guarantee I can make your death much, much worse. If you’re a good girl maybe I won’t have to kill you. I’m not supposed to unless it’s necessary.

“Second rule is only answer questions. If I give you permission you may ask me one question. But I have not given you permission. Understood?”

As she said it I suddenly felt another sharp but very quick pain in my neck. It was a dog collar and she had a radio control for it. I tried to nod my head yes. I was scared shitless. I would have done anything she asked.

“There are many ways I can hurt you. The neck collar is just the most convenient. It’s been epoxied closed and can only be removed by cutting the strap using heavy shears. So if and when I release your hands, don’t bother trying to remove it. Besides, I’ll also punish you if you try. Here is another of the many ways I can hurt you.”

There was suddenly a sharp pain inside my rectum. The vibrating never stopped. But I could not again feel the good vibrations for many minutes. This pain in my ass was terrible. Even worse than the pain in my neck.

“Our little anal toy is a real speciality item. It’s used like this with a prisoner. Men find it really intimidating. One shot usually knocks all the fight out of them. Girls can tolerate it better. It’s marketed for the use of masochistic females. Can’t even imagine some women actually enjoying that kind of pain? Eventually you will.”

I couldn’t imagine anyone, male, female, homo, ever learning to enjoy the electric shock. But for some reason, as the pain faded I discovered I was enjoying the anal vibrator much more. God! I’d never yet managed to give myself an orgasm. I’d never even come this close. I could feel my clit and nipples harden and swell. My jailor, or mistress as she later insisted I call her, was not surprised by my reaction. She had expected it.

“If I keep it up I can make you cum. You’ve never cume, have you? You aren’t physically a virgin. I checked. But maybe you’ve never really had a man. Be good and maybe you’ll live long enough to get the chance.”

I guess that’s why my pussy felt a little sore. Not really sore, just used like when I’d just played with myself.

“Actually, I can make you cum much more easily. The anal plug is there more for punishment. So!”

She had leaned forward from the chair she was sitting in and pushed up on my bottom. I’ve never been rebellious, always obeyed my parents, that sort of thing. I was not the stuff that martyrs are made of. I followed her directions as best I could. There was a large pillow under my stomach. With my ankles secured to the bed corners, my legs were wide apart. Even if I’d had the will to try and resist her I could have done nothing to protect my crotch from further invasion. The vibrations in my fanny even destroyed my interest in doing so. My body wanted her to do things to it, things my body instinctively understood even if I could only imagine them.

Following her tactile instructions, I relaxed my thigh muscles and tried to rotate my pelvis making myself as accessible as possible, like a cat in heat, posturing. A touch of her fingers inside my pussy lips and a gob of lubricant. There was nothing gentle or friendly about her touch. But I pretty much knew what she was about to do to me and was greatful for the preparation eventhough the anal stimulation was already making me wet myself.

The impailment was sudden, intimidating and took my breath away. I immediately felt myself uncomfortably full. The shaft felt bigger than my own dildo. I had always inserted mine slowly, enjoying the delightful parting of my pussy lips, the stretching of my insides. Nor had I ever had an anal stuffer inside my rectum. The pressure between the two inserts was strange, disconcerting. I felt violated. Delightfully so.

“So, no trouble there. You actually enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

I missed the question, and my lack of response brought me a short pain in the neck. Was it my fault that I was too distracted? I’d never suffered anal penetration before, and never been DP’d. But the pain was a perfect reminder. I vigorously nodded my head being unable to respond verbally with the gag in my mouth.

“I’ve done this before. I’m good at it so I get contracts. I’ve found that men respond best when they fear damage to their testicles. But females are used to having their genitals abused. Often we even enjoy it. Simple pain doesn’t work as well with women, especially ones older than you. Instead, I give girls pleasure so painful that they lose all self respect. I can and will make you a sex pain addict. And you will pray that the police never catch me because death will seem better than letting your friends and family know what I have turned you into.