TorBound's Bondage Tales

“Who says people can’t turn over a new leaf. From art thief to nosey police slaver. I could definitely get used to this.”

If only Doctor Jennifer Lewis hadn’t spoken the words aloud perhaps the cruel wheel of fate wouldn’t have turned on the triumphant.

And yet at the very moment she turned the keys in the ignition and changed gear Dr Lewis knew something was amiss.

She paused, just for a short while, not yet daring to drive away and considering all her angles. Surely she had covered her tracks well enough, right?

“No DNA concern, both of us have visited the Museum many times. no surveillance concern the cameras are kaput. No witnesses, we’re in a covered loading bay and the mirrors are blacked out.”

She went on and on as if in a mantra of self soothing logic. All the while a quiet mewling could be heard from the back of the van.

“Hush now my dear officer, we don’t want to make a racket now do-”

And then it dawned on her.

It was quiet.

Not the quiet of a city at night, no indeed that was no quiet at all. Instead it was the eerie, empty silence of the filled spaces the moments before a strike. As if the entire space was a coiled spring ready to explode.

The feeling disturbed the usually steady Dr Lewis and she remembered something she didn’t think to quantify earlier.

“No, it couldn’t be them… there’s no way.”

But not wanting to find out the beautiful curator double checked the gear and began to accelerate slowly forward.

It was only a few moments before she was halted again.

“Oh for Pete’s sake the bloody door is stuck again!”

She could have laughed if she wasn’t so pent up. The garage doors of the massive loading bays were fitted with scanners that matched corresponding tags on Museum vehicles and those of Museum Staff. As the doors would automatically open whenever a legitimate vehicle was detected. Dr Lewis had planned for this of course, the vehicle she drove was fitted with a chip. But then again the doors were known to get stuck.

“Perfect timing, thank you so very much.”

She complained to no one in particular. She put the van in park. There was nothing for it. She’d have to open the door manually, oh well that wouldn’t take more than a minute.

Dr Lewis moved to get out of the van cursing quietly, she turned quickly to the moaning mass that was DCI Katherine Waller in a gym bag and gave a parting comment

“Don’t move dear, when we get home you’re gonna help me relieve a lot of stress, got it?”

The question was rhetorical and Dr Lewis slammed the door shut not bothering to wait for a reply

She walked hurriedly toward the manual release for the garage door, her high heels clacking painfully loud in the cavernous loading bay.

So loud that it muffled the movement of other feet, closing in rapidly.

Dr Lewis paid no heed as three men approached her. She was totally oblivious to her peril and yet something tipped her off.

She was about to turn and scan the bay when she was suddenly grabbed roughly about the middle.

A thick arm covered in a black jumper crashed into her stomach and shoved up lifting her from.the ground, winding her and pinning her huge breasts to her collarbone all at once. At that same moment a hand clasped over her mouth and nose sealing her speech and forbidding her breathing.

But it wasn’t over yet. Another pair of arms caught her legs just before she had a chance to kick out. Clasping her ankles and binding them together with total security.

Finally the final pair of arms struck the first, almost delicately swiping her hair away from her neck whilst the dexter plunged a syringe deep into her neck and dispersed its contents with clinical precision.

Dr Lewis couldn’t fight back, there was simply no time. As her world grew darker and darker she heard the cruel jeering of three muffled but familiar voices.

“Good to see you again Doc”

Said a gruff low pitched voice.

“It’s been far too long love”

Said a clear proud voice

“We can’t wait to catch up love~”

Said a quiet dubious voice.

And just like that her darkness became encompassing and she fell untethered into a dark ocean of sleep.

–

The three men breathed out a collective sigh of relief.

The big one with the deep voice, Rick, spoke first.

“That’s a relief. I was sure she’d put up a fight”

The man with the average build and clear voice, Mick, spoke next.

“Well it’s not like we gave her a chance, Good work chaps.”

Finally the short one with the mischievous voice, Dick, spoke last.

“She’s so pretty when she’s sleeping. Come on, let’s check if she has it.”

‘It’ was quite obviously the Objet de Desir. An invaluable piece of artwork assumed to be worth at least £20,000,000. The three men who had come to steal it were not, as it happened, professional art thieves. No, indeed they were professional slavers.

In the dark underbelly of the modern world there is a network of incredible wealth and power which secretly puppets the world above. For the incredibly rich who have everything money could possibly acquire there were very few conquests left to exploit. One of the few was slavery.

No longer the dirty mucky business of acquiring great quantities of workers in pursuit of productivity. This modern slave trade was an elite business and was focused on targeted kidnapping and dissapearing of beautiful men and women. As part of the package any professional kidnapper would make sure they left no leads and would set up a fitting fate for their target.

It was in this way the three men known simply as ‘Trio’ were first contacted by Dr Lewis.

Being a beautiful woman herself she showed bravery by meeting the Trio alone. She reasoned with them sensibly that what she had to offer was far more valuable than her body. She spoke to them about the Objet de Desir and about a pesky detective she was certain would fetch a high price. All she asked in return was access to the Auction House and some underworld contacts.

The Trio were happy to abide by this request. After all, there was no way a lone woman would ever try to betray them, not when she knew what they were capable of.

But she had and here she was. Mewling weakly on the floor as she slipped further away into restless sleep.

“For a Doctor she ain’t the brightest tool in the shed”

Said Rick.

“She’s a Doctor of Fine Arts, it’s not like she’s a super genius”

Said Mick

“Especially how she tried to get one over on us, not smart Jenny”

Concluded Dick as he patted her head mockingly.

With a silent nod the Trio went about their pre planned tasks.

Rick hefted the sleeping Dr Jennifer Lewis into his arms cradling her easily with his 7ft bulk of shredded muscle.

Mick swiped the Van key from Jenny and went promptly to the driver seat checking the cabin for any surprises.

Meanwhile Dick sloped away to the back of the Van and opened the boot doors. He was to secure the artwork, as well as any other treasures…

A few moments rummaging and Dick had what he came for.

“Artwork confirmed lads were in the money!”

A gruff

“Yes!”

Sounded from his companions.

A few moments later the men were surprised to hear Dick’s high pitched laughter.

“Oh my word- Lads come quick you’ve got to see this.”

The Trio convened at the back of the Van; Rick holding the sleeping doctor and Mick holding the pistol he had found in the glovebox. They stared at Dick who was grinning ear to ear, he was standing on the concrete next to an oddly plump gym bag sat on the edge of the van’s boot space..

He spoke with a chortle.

“Turns out little Jenny over there didn’t just steal our contacts. She also tried to steal our jobs too.”

With a flourish he unzipped the bag to reveal a heavily bound and barely conscious woman in her thirties with short blonde hair, an athletic body and clear pale skin.

Rick laughed deeply as Mick let his jaw drop, gobsmacked.

“The nerve of the good doctor! This must be Katherine Waller? That nosey detective she was always moaning about.”

Mick said as Rick kept laughing and shaking the would-be art thief as she slumbered

“Yes I confirmed it, she’s wearing her badge. My guess is she caught Dr Lewis in the act or perhaps she was lured here. Hard to say, I’m going to check the CCTV. My guess is she set it to delete but she probably doesn’t know backups are kept on the server for an hour before deletion.”

The men nodded in agreement.

“While I’m gone, how about we let Kathy and Jenny get better acquainted~.”

Dick spoke with a wistfulness that revealed how sad he was to miss the ‘treat’ of securing Dr Lewis. He walked away with quiet purpose making sure to avoid the arcs of the CCTV Cameras.

–

Mick bent down and inspected Waller as Rick held the bag wide open for him.

He cupped her face first and moved it this way and got a full scan of her features.

“Quite attractive, not sure about eye colour we’ll find out at the safehouse. Blue I’d guess.”

Next he shifted her to her back and ran both his hands down her collar bone to her breasts. He gave them a firm squeeze.

“Average I’d say but lovely and soft, not bad at all.”

He ran his hands further down to her waist and hips.

“Thin waist, big hips and abs would you believe it? She is a specimen!”

Finally his hand terminated at her huge ass

“Bloody hell, now that’s a nice surprise. This one’s certainly done her squats”

He rolled her over unceremoniously to give his companion a lewd oogle. As Waller slumped on the stomach her fat ass jiggled pleasingly.

“Fuck-”

Said Rick insightfully.

“Well help me get these pillows and sleeping beauty out. We need to figure out a way to fit both our treasures in one bag.”

Rick, who was still holding the sleeping Dr Lewis, set her down rather roughly on the van’s bootspace. It was clear from his treatment that she was a rather less precious cargo than the cop.

And so they set to work. As with any skilled labourers the two men took pains to carefully extract the sleeping woman. She moaned quietly at the change in weight distribution and the sudden feeling of weightlessness in Rick’s arms.

She lifted her head weakly, stupidly glancing around despite her blindness. Mick kindly pressed her forehead down into Rick’s arm with quiet shushing and she quickly fell back into her slumber.

After she was placed rather more carefully beside Dr Lewis, both men carelessly chucked all the pillows to the back of the bootspace, clearing out the Gymbag.

They stepped back and looked upon the conundrum, both men stroking their chins, deep in thought.

A devious smile played on Mick’s lips.

“Two number’s mate, 6 and 9…”


Meanwhile in the Museum Dick had worked his way quietly to the security room. As with any job he had gotten a look at the building’s blueprint and even taken care to account for any changes due to maintenance or refurbishment.

As with many such places the Museum’s security was woeful and the door to the panopticon, the room with all the camera monitors, was unlocked.

“They really ought to know better, tut tut.”

He passed the threshold to see that, as he guessed, the monitors were showing static. Having been shut down by Dr Lewis and the physical tapes wiped.

Unperturbed Dick followed the noise of loud whirring back to the freezing cool server room. In a place like this no bigger than a broom closet.

Despite the cabinet’s being locked Dick always carried a key blank which would work on most server cabinets. Indeed with a minimum of effort the door was open and the server racks were exposed.

Sliding his finger down the servers til he found the terminal draw he focused, tongue between his teeth.

“There’s the badger!”

With a small triumph he drew the terminal out of its slide and opened it delicately.

To no one’s surprise it too was unprotected its username being ‘admin’ and password being ‘password’

Once he was he simply requested the server upload all archived footage from the last hour onto the PC which fed into the monitors. Having done this he wiped down the terminal and put it delicately away.

Accessing the monitor PC was even easier. This one didn’t even have a password; a mere wiggle of the mouse brought him to a permanently logged in home screen. He accessed network storage and sent the footage to the 20 monitors having it play one all of them at the same time each showing a different camera.

He watched for a while, focused on cameras 12 and 13 which were at opposite ends of the exhibition hall both pointing towards its center

He noticed Dr Lewis fussing about a blank space on the wall. Pacing as if waiting for someone. On cue DCI Waller arrived. Dick watched as she passed by camera 1 showing her badge after breaking in and followed her through cameras 2, 4 and 8 until she was in the exhibition hall.

He saw the confrontation play out as Dr Lewis got the upper hand, barely.

Afterwards he grinned as she revealed the hidden space behind the blank wall and removed the masterpiece painting that had brought all of them to this place.

Working quickly Dick set the PC to copy the footage and store it both on the hard drive and server. He then quickly clipped the portion showing the detective’s capture and the removal of the Objet de Desir additionally he deleted all recordings from after this point and halted the cameras from recording.

Once complete he set the clips to play on loop on every monitor screen.

He looked upon his work, content that even the most neanderthal security guard would fail to miss the kidnapping and thievery.

And then, like a whisper he slinked back to his comrades in the loading bay. Taking in the sight that laid before him it was clear that had not been idle.

Mick, who was smarter and more dextrous than Rick, had devised an elegant solution to the question of restraint and transport.

He had ordered Mick to undo all the bindings of the two women and lay them head to tail on the van’s boot floor; he also had them stripped to their lingerie. Waller wore a smart white sports bra and Calvin Klein knickers while dr lewis was wearing a very luxurious set of black lace lingerie with garters.

Rick took a step back as Mick busied himself first by tying both the women’s legs in identical harnesses, ankle to ankle and knee to knee. He added a cord between these bindings which allowed enough movement to spread the legs apart providing a small gap for what he had planned.

He then called to Rick with a sharp snap of his fingers

“Alright get the nice ladies situated”

Understanding him slowly Rick moved over to the devious doctor and lifted her. In her fortified position she was awkward to move but Rick’s gargantuan strength made it an easy feat.

To Dr Lewis’ fury she was placed unceremoniously on top of Waller with her head pushed between her thighs, nose to crotch. The position was similar for Waller but with a blindfold she hadn’t a clue what was about to happen.

With a learned efficiency Mick secured the women’s necks to the harnesses of their opposite, ensuring that they couldn’t pull back from their sweaty prison whilst also being loose enough not to choke them.

The rope artist took a step back and as he did Dick returned

“Ah mate just in time to see my ‘storage solution’

Stripped down to their lingerie the two women looked some perverse contortionist trick. Waller, who was blindfolded and woozy, mewled weakly as she tried to identify what was under the soft silk on her nose and gagged mouth. Dr Lewis on the other hand was all too aware and she bucked and thrashed furiously trying in vain to gain some distance from her face to the now humid crotch of Waller. As she wiggled her huge ass waved lewdly and her muscles clenched.

Dick smiled cruelly

“Very nice work amigos, I assume they’ll fit in the sports bag?”

Mick smiled at Dick and then turned to Rick

“We’re about to find out. Rick, if you’d do the honours?”

“Gladly”

The beast of a man picked up the writhing women and easily hefted them into the sports bag, its opening and awaiting maw poised to seal their fate. They passed the threshold, their combined volume just barely fitting within the confines and stretching the material. Rick placed them on their side and patted their soft bodies into the corners taking time to grope and cup them to the chagrin of Lewis and the confusion of Waller. After a bit of fuss they were thoroughly stuck and stored. The final step then was to zip the lovely captives into their fabric prison. Mick did that joyful task watching as Lewis’ face was slowly obscured by darkness till at the final moment only her bright angry eye peered from the humid bag.

“Nighty night Dr Lewis. Enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts, when we get back to the safehouse we’ll talk about how you can pay us back for stabbing us in the back, permanently…”

And with a muffled scream of anger mixed with fear the bag was zipped shut.

“Good work lads”

said Mick

“Let’s get these beauties back to base and get started fencing the artwork”

They moved toward the van

“Speaking of which I reckon we can get a decent ransom for the cop.”

Rick raised an eyebrow

“Not for the Doc?”

Mick chuckled

“Oh no, no of course not. That women will never see daylight ever again, she’s ours now.

The three men laughed in unison, the future looking bright for them and dismal for a certain Art Curator.

One Month Later
“Oi lads, the money’s just cleared, time to send the piggy on her way.”

The confirmation had come from Dick, he’d set up a multilayered network from which to receive funds from the police. He was almost sad to see the alert. A part of him dearly hoped to keep the pig.

Over the last month Waller had been transformed. Where before she was a respectable, strong, determined woman now she was a broken mess.

The first phase of the hostage videos had been fairly simple; they had taken her from the stuffy gym bag and set her up on a metal chain bolted to the ground. Her lingerie now covered with sweat and her makeup running. Nearly fully awake she tried to fight vainly but the box tie and chair bindings were professionally

Video number 1 was simple. We have your cop, give us money or we make her life living hell.

The money had not come. Which they all knew it wouldn’t. Ransom is always paid but never straight away. Well, that’s what they told Waller.

And so things began to get worse with video 2. This time Waller was placed over Rick’s lap. Her ass exposed and her expression concerned. A deep crotch rope had been applied to her crotch and every movement drove the evil strand deeper into her sex. When it was time to record, Mick did the talking

“We didn’t see any money so, as promised, Piggy gets punished”

Rick began to spank Waller. The first slap landed with body shaking force and clapped off her soft flesh like thunder. Waller screamed despite herself and tears began to flow. It was delightfully painful, the pills they were feeding her made every sensation seem amplified 10 times over. After an hour of recording Waller’s ass was red and raw but she was virtually gushing and her eyes were rolling back into her head.

And yet. No ransom. So onto video 3.
Today Waller was set up differently. A post at the back of the warehouse had been fitted with a cross beam making a crude crucifix of sorts. Waller was bound to it with her arms wide and devoid of clothing. Her breasts bounced with every shuddering breath she took. She was blindfolded and gagged securely. She had even been earplugged and her mouth and nose were covered by an oxygen mask ensuring she would stay conscious containing a small amount of Ether.

Today’s torment was the worst of all. A gigantic Hitachi wand had been secured to her waist and was right now sitting right upon her clit. Its huge black head covered her entire opening and she shook with fear dreading what was to come.

“Dont worry little piggy”

Said Dick lovingly removing an earplug to whisper to his buxom captive

“You’ll really enjoy this, who doesn’t want 24 hours of orgasms?”

Waller began to scream. A weak thing beneath her gag was made more muffled when Dicl replaced the earplug.

And suddenly the vibrations began. A low strong rumble in her lois that seemed to touch every nerve in her body. She tried to throw her head back but she was fixed too well. Soon the vibrations were building and she was bucking her hips shamelessly.

Those drugs had made her so damn horny. She needed this. She deserved this. A brief escape from.the hell of her captors.

The vibrations grew and grew into a blissful crescendo of gleeful aching. Her mouth grew dry, her fingers clenched, her knees bowed as she felt the tsunami of pleasure on the horizon. Eclipsing her with anticipation.

“Cmm chmmm chmmm lhhmm chmmm chmm…”

It was a mantra not a request. Her whole being devoted to this one perfect orgasm.

And suddenly she came. Hard and fast as every muscle in her body pulsed at once as a cacophony of fireworks lit up her senses in a thick flood of utter bliss. The sensation grew from her sex and enveloped her shaking body. Ecstasy.

Waller’s experience was not over however. Somehow the sensation did not wane but grew as the vibrations seemed to get stronger now an almost ticklish sensation that was beginning to be unwanted.

Body and brain were in disagreement on this point as the pleasure began to build once more and her hips buckled. She felt the encroaching orgasm less than a minute after the first. But so soon, so soon.

“Chm chm!”

Once again the pleasure hit her like a truck, her neurons firing and releasing dopamine laced with whatever cocktail of chemicals she was fed. Her synapses were flooded and she nearly fainted but the O² kept her conscious.

But there was no time to think. The vibrations were growing again and this time she really wanted them to stop. She screwed up her stomach and tried with every ounce of strength to shift the wand away from her womanhood.

But it was useless. The show must go on. Waller must cum and so. With a vivid panic like a fire engulfing the woods she was rocked by her third orgasm in so many minutes.

But Waller didn’t know. Blind and dead she was denied the passage of time. She existed in this cruel state of permanent chemically enforced arousal. She wanted out. She wanted to faint and sleep and let it be done but the ether kept her conscious. There was nothing to do but cum and cum and cum and cum. What had Dicl said?

“24 hours of Orgasm”

“Nhhh nhhh plhhh nhhh nhhh!!!”

Waller felt a tight fitting hood surround her face. She was being silenced. She was a thing now. A pretty shaking mess in the corner forced to cum for her captors. She tried to reason it would be over soon but as the next cruel orgasm crested the horizon she knew she was fucked.

“That should keep piggy quiet for a bit”

Said Mick.

“Who’s gonna tell her we haven’t sent out any of the ransom tapes yet?”

Said Rick

Oh let me do the honours id love to see the look on her face. Three weeks of vacation on us”

Said Dick.

That had been a week ago and after a full month of captivity Waller was weakened but not defeated. Even in her current stated boxed up and box tied waiting to be delivered her exposed eyes shone with cruel intentions

‘When i get out you’re all dead’

They said, The men believed it too

“Get her down to the park and call her in. We’ve got the money”

Whilst Waller was shuffled away the two remaining men turned to the other woman.

Well ‘woman’ was an exaggeration.

While Waller had kept her determination the good Dr Lewis had been subjected to far worse treatment.

From day one she had been tormented nearly every moment. The three men had taken shifts to ensure she was attended to day and night.

At first it was disciplining. Spanking her ass and slapping her tits and face until she turned pick.

Then they had fitted her with a ring gag and she had serviced the men whenever they needed relief. Especially after filming Waller who they promised not to touch themselves. When the men had grown bored of her weak sucking they plugged her nose. Now with the encouragement of fresh air she was far more eager.

But that grew dull too. And tastes were getting more severe. It was at this time that her new name ‘Pet’ began to replace her old one.

They had bought her a hood so that they didn’t have to look at her hated face. The only clue of her identity was her long ponytail extending from the back of her head through a gap in the hood.

Her bondage had grown more severe too. She was mostly kept in a tight straitjacket. The men had her do minor tasks and punished her severely when she failed.

The bitchsuit was the worst however and where Pet spent most of her time now. Forced to scamper blindly across the floor hoping that she was unnoticed but this seldom lasted long.

A month of torment and now her only meagre companion was gone. She was now the men’s sole focus and she knew. In her broken and tired mind that what they had planned for her was far worse than what had come before.

The End