> Seeing how this goes. A little something I wrote for someone who had a good RP prompt a while ago, so apologies for all the ‘you’ and ‘your’ strewn throughout. Future stories, if I do post them here, won’t have that.
I sigh in ecstasy as I pull my cock out of your tight and unwilling ass. You’re yesterday’s fresh catch, and I just had to give you a good early-morning ass-fuck to remind you of your new status as my personal fucktoy. Your plaintive moans through the ring gag that had kept your mouth fastened on my cock most of the night had been more than enough to fully awaken me for the long day ahead. It was a shame that I couldn’t give the rest of you the fucking you deserved, but it would have to wait. I was still on the run, the authorities were looking for you and thus for me too, even if they didn’t know it yet. I hadn’t recognized you when I’d stolen you off the sidewalk from the nearby college campus (an impressive feat if I do say so myself) but it turns out you are a rather important young lady and this was causing me no end of anxiety and grief. So for all the trouble you’ve caused I say you deserve all the rough anal I’ve given you, and more, but we need to get on the road and get the hell out of Dodge. I clean myself off and zip up my pants, returning to your restrained form on the hotel bed, your frightened and dry, red eyes pleading with me, the sweat gleaming on your body telling of this morning’s exertions.
“I’m sorry little bitchtoy, I know you could use a hard cock up your pussy too and normally I wouldn’t hesitate to satisfy. But we’ve got places to go, cops to outsmart, plus a couple more toys to find for ya. And that means you’ve got to go back in the box for now.” Your eyes widen in horror and you shake your head urgently. I smile with the thought of your impending torment and gather the necessary materials.
There’s no need for you to see what’s about to happen; that would only make it easier for you to resist, and while your struggles are an immense turn on, it would be counterproductive and waste precious time. So I pull a tight blue bondage hood over your pretty little face as you twist and turn, trying to avoid the inevitable. I pull your long hair through a small hole in the back of hood, and situate the wide circular mouth hole around your full ring-gagged lips. You thrashing your head about is fervently unappreciated, so I grab your cyan posture collar and slide it around your slender neck. I tighten it perhaps a little more than I should, but maybe that’ll get you to think twice before fighting me so valiantly next time. I cup my hand around the silver lettering on your collar, which reads your new slave name, ‘Shade’. Appropriate, since you and I are about to disappear into the shadows of the underworld where you will certainly never be rescued. I give your throat a warning squeeze, and like a smart girl your struggles subside. “Time to get dressed for the trip!” I chuckle near your covered ear.
I figure it will be extra humiliating for you to ride in the box with my cum in your ass all day, so I grab an unpleasant looking anal hook and position it at the entrance of your still recovering butt. The shaft is topped off with a monstrous two inch sphere, decorated with dulled spikes, so this will be a bit of struggle for the both of us. But as I push it up into your back to the beat of your wretched cries, I know the struggle is worth it for at least one of us. The curve of the metal shaft finally comes to rest between the curves of your fantastic feminine ass, and I retrieve a chain that will ensure you are always aware of the hook’s presence. I attach this chain to the end of the hook, then pull at your posture collar until your back is suitably strained in an arch that thrusts your exposed breasts forward. I hook the taut chain to your collar and watch with glee as your attempts to relax your back muscles cause extra pressure on the butt hook, yielding the cutest of sad little whimpers. Damn, how I’d like to rum my cock over your tongue right now, just a quick little suck to relieve my growing erection…
No, time is of the essence. I have to focus on the fact that I’m a hunted man with a prize few would dare to dream of. I will punish you for tempting and teasing me like this later though, mark my words.
Your arms are already adorned with bondage cuffs at your wrists and elbows, but I’m not convinced that will be enough. So I pull out the long blue armbinder and start to work it up your arms. The sensations of the anal hook have reduced your struggles to a minimum as of now, but even so I need you completely immobile for the journey to come. So I cinch it up good and snug, pulling your already straining shoulder together most uncomfortably. A couple straps connect the top edge of the armbinder to your collar as well, but they’re mostly for show; there’s no way you could slide your arms out of their prison as it was.
And of course a pretty girl should never be without some pretty footwear. Specifically, a pair of cruel looking black ballet boots with baby blue laces. It’s tough work getting them on your feet as you’ve once again found the courage to kick your legs at my face, which has doubled the severity of your impending punishment but must still be dealt with now to my utmost chagrin.
“Come on slut, that’s no way to behave, the boots are going on one way or another!” I growl. And true to my word, despite your kicking about like a scared filly, the long sexy heels finally trap your tortured feet in their embrace, and I lace the boots uncomfortably tight all the way up your shins for good measure. I link the boots together using the rings that run up the inner side of each, locking your legs together with a further couple straps around your gorgeous thighs and knees. Your legs, still too free for my taste, I fold up so the high heels of the ballet boots press into the soft, voluptuous skin of your butt, using wide notched belts to make sure your legs won’t move an inch from that position.
I check to make sure that I haven’t cut off your circulation anywhere; after all a dead whore makes for an unresponsive and thus quite boring toy. Satisfied with my work, I wipe the sweat from my brow and declare you dressed to kill. But it’s going to be a long trip and probably quite dull for you despite your predicament; and I’m not a heartless man, so I decide to accessorize a little bit. A couple of light elastic bands I roll down to the base of your breasts, to keep them full and engorged but not so cruelly tight as to make them an unhealthy shade of purple. This is followed by a pair of funny little nipple clamps attached with weights dangling from their naughty tails. A sudden squeal followed by your loudly voiced protestations let me know that these latest ornaments are not highly appreciated. Which only encourages me to give them a playful tug in response.
I’m still unsatisfied, and I know you are too, so I wrap a wide leather belt around your abdomen and tighten it severely. A corset would give a much better effect than the belt, which doesn’t restrict your breathing at all and merely squeezes your belly, so I make a mental note to pick one up for you along the way. However, the belt does make it sufficiently difficult to expand your diaphragm when you breathe, forcing you to heave your chest rhythmically. The rise and fall of your breasts is almost hypnotic, but I tear myself away from the reverie to produce the final piece of your travel gear. It’s a thick vibrator that comes with a shocking mechanism, which I unceremoniously stuff into your cunt as you yell in surprise. It’s a bit of a tight fit, so I thread a couple of straps through your crotch and pull them tight to make sure it doesn’t pop out. I would hate for you to be unintentionally unaccompanied for the duration of our ride.
One last chain between your long hair and the tips of your ballet boots to enforce the hogtie, and at last, you are ready for the box. You’re not an especially tall woman, but the box is still a bit tight for you. I remove the lid from its elongated structure and lift you from the bed. Your knees go in first, and I slowly lower the rest of your immobilized body into it. Like yesterday, I have to force your head back just a little bit to get you all the way in, and then position your mouth around the tube connected to the front wall. Your nose is pressed against this same front wall a bit uncomfortably, but there’s really nothing that can be done about that at the moment. Besides, I need your face close to the edge of the box so I can give you water and something stiff and juicy through the hole at the various rest stops I have planned out.
I grab the lid and start trying to close it on top of you, requiring me to push down on your hogtied arms and legs. I suspect the pressure of your body pushing the clamps into your breasts is a bit unbearable, given your grunts and squeaks before I finally latch the lid shut. It’s just your shit luck that I get great pleasure from that sort of thing. As a final touch to the box, I insert a long rubber cylinder into the mouth tube, which has a thin hole running down the middle to allow you to get air. It should be enough to muffle any attempts to alert attention. Just to be sure, I give your pussy a couple shocks, once with the cylinder in and once without. To my relief, I only hear your angry shrieks when the cylinder is not present.
I clap my hands and give the box a little kick to test its sturdiness. You’re all packed up and ready to travel the world! I slide a large rectangular duffle bag, the exact shape of your box, around the discreet prison and zip it up, leaving it unzipped just a little bit above the mouth tube. I set the vibrators to a frustrating cycle of alternating buzzes and shocks that should keep you well entertained, but probably won’t be enough to get you off. Who knows though, maybe you’re a hornier slut than I thought after last nights torment? And with that I lift the strap over my right shoulder and hoist the heavy package under my left arm. I open the door to the hotel room and make my way to the lady standing at the front desk.
“Checking out?” she chirps.
“Yes ma’am.”
“I’ll take your room key.” As I hand over the card, she comments, “My, that certainly is a heavy looking package!”
“Yeah, it’s a real bitch.”
“Is it valuable?”
I laugh. “Not if you ask me, but it’s useful for a couple things.”
Her curious eyes glance at me and your box furtively as she clacks away at the keyboard. My heart races as I watch her for signs of suspicion.
“Can I ask what it is?”
I smile and point at the logo on the small square end of the bag, which reads ‘BadBedToys Co.’. She puts a hand up to her mouth and giggles, her face flushing red. “Oh dear.”
I lean in and whisper, “It’s a new sex toy I’m working on developing. Still got a few kinks to whip out of it though. Highly top secret, of course.”
“How dreadfully disgusting!” she teases with an excited grin on her face.
Suddenly I feel a muffled bump as you manage to struggle in the box, and I flinch in sudden panic, looking to see whether she’s noticed the sound. Her eyes remain fixed on the screen, unconcerned, and then she hands me the receipt for the bill.
“You’re all set! … I know it’s a bit, um… well… ”
I raise an eyebrow, my stomach clenched and my heart pounding. She bites her lip, glances around nervously, then asks quietly, “Do you have a business card?”
My tensed body instantly relaxes and I grin devilishly at her, causing her to redden once again. I scribble a phone number on the back of the receipt and push it back to her.
“Give that number a call and we’ll come out and set you up with a personal demonstration of our products.”
“Oh, thank you!”
I wink at her. “Be sure not to tell anyone.”
She giggles slyly. “My lips are sealed.”
I’m sure they will be soon, pretty one.
With that I turn and exit the hotel onto the busy city streets. I take in a full, fresh breath of air as the people shuffle past and the cars honk at one another in the midday traffic. I feel more thumping from the box, so I reach in the unzipped section I’d left and place my finger over the thin hole that is your only source of air. The thumping stops, and I grin with anticipation. I’ve got a lot of hours to plan your punishment. But for now, I step into the street, your tortured body and mind concealed beneath my arm, and shout “Taxi!”. Oh yes, my new little slut toy, there’s still a long way to go.
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