C.U.F.F.S.

 

CHAPTER 21

 

(UNEXPECTED TURN OF EVENTS)

 

Bob wasn’t all that crazy about leaving his wife so utterly vulnerable out in the woods alone. Besides the obvious of other people coming upon her and finding her hanging naked from a tree, he told DB Slaver that he had wanted her to enjoy this time as much as he was too. “You know right now we have the whole sensation of the kidnapping and helplessness build within her.” DB reminded him.  “Did you notice how fucking wet her cunt was? Everything would be ok. That dirty road is a dead end so no one will be traveling down it. But imagine things from her perspective. If she ever wanted the real sense of being kidnapped and absolute helplessness, she’s experiencing it right now.” DB snickered then added, “I’ll bet that slut has climaxed several more times just from the feel of the night air on her spread open cunt.”

 

He surprised Bob with how casually this man called his wife a slut. True, he thought, that was what he was aiming for but he was still her husband. DB checked his watch before telling Bob about now a pretty nasty burning sensation up her ass should be kicking in. I guarantee you it will get her attention and make her dance from her ropes.”

 

Bob had no idea what he was referring to but said it’ll would she wouldn’t dare move much the way they staked out the tits and nipples so tautly. “The slightest move and she’ll tear at her nipples.” Bob replied.

 

“Don’t be so sure. This old masochist knows a few tricks to assure one level of pain will over lap another.”

 

“What are you talking about?” Bob asked just as they pulled up to a different bar up the road from where Sue and he had  just played a short time earlier.

 

“Ever hear of figging, Bob?”

 

“Of what?”

 

“It’s called figging. It was used in the Victorian days when a woman was spanked or whipped. It adds a lot to her discomfort or more so adds tremendously to the dominates pleasure of knowing how much more his slave was suffering. I’ll explain it to you over a beer.”

 

This place was smaller and a lot more crowded than the trucker bar he had sent Susan and him to earlier. DB would not let Bob buy the beers but rather told him to grab a booth so they could talk. Bob sat there wondering just what he wife was enduring as he was there with this man. It seemed to take DB a while before he finally came over and sat down with their beers. Instead of telling him what was happening to his wife he got Bob to tell him about some of the ordeals he had put Susan through. In reality he needed time for things to work. Bob thought this guy would be impressed with his ingenuity with their kinky games and told him about the neighbor’s party and the time he brought Sue to the forest preserves and left her there. They both laughed at his accounts.

 

“So what is happening to Susan right now?” he asked.

 

 ”Figging is using skinned ginger root on and in sensitive areas.” DB explained. “You see ginger, once it begins to act, burns much more intense than say Ben Gay and it builds steadily. If the victim clenches her ass muscles, it just makes more contact to the peeled wet root. Fresh ginger is potent but ginger that has aged for about 3 or 4 days has a vastly increased potency. Your wife is hanging there right now with a thick round, very juicy and very potent finger of ginger shoved din her asshole. In spite of pulling on her stretched out nipples she’ll trying anyway to get that burning out of her ass but nothing will do any good.”

 

Bob looked stunned. He realized both how little he really knew of the bizarre world of S&M and began wondering how far this guy was planning on going. “Maybe we should get back to her.” He blurted out before thinking that he didn’t want to look like some sort of wussy. “You know, I mean if we kind of sneak up on her we can watch all the fun of her struggling with that?”

 

“Take it easy, Bob. Don’t forget the ginger will intensify. We’ll get to see her going crazy with her torment in due time. But don’t forget, besides dealing with the pain she’s also experiencing a desperation with her plight. Being left alone has a bigger impact on the mind than if we were there and she kept begging to be let go. In her situation, she has no one to offer sex for release, no one to offer any kind of deal and no one to beg. That is why we struck fast, showed her only pain and agony and left without giving her the slightest hope of her having any power.” DB finished off his bottle. “Did you do what I told you about saying you were going to be away for awhile?”

 

Bob nodded. “I had her tell the neighbor boy we might be gone. But I’m not sure how that will come into play because I’m sure she thinks I’m looking for her right now.”

 

“In time it will be clear Bob. I’ll get us another beer. We’ll finish up and make a few plans as to what is up next for our captive and sneak on back.” DB Slave said as he checked his watch. 

 

“No not for me.” Bob said. “I’m already feeling this one. I only had a couple at that other bar but I’m starting to feel groggy.”

 

DB came back holding two bottles. “Come on Bob, one more so I know you are ok with everything and will stick to plans. I know she’s your wife and your concern but you wanted to give her something to remember, right? Let her have some climatic memories.”

 

Bob took the bottle and down more than half in one swig. Although he really didn’t want to drink it, he wanted to assure his partner in crime he was ok with it all. “The ginger thing in her ass. It will be ok. No harm done, right?”

 

“That’s the beauty of ginger. Burns like hell and when it’s over its all natural.” He told Bob as he watched him getting woozy. He explained in great length how preparing it properly insures maximum pain with no side effects. He even told Bob he rubbed some on her clit before inserting the finger stalk.

 

“I…. I dooon’tttt knoooow whats the matter with me.” Bob spoke in a slow drawn out voice. Soon he just sat back in the booth seat and simply stared at the older man. His arms and legs felt heavy and he his head kind of flopped backwards.

 

“Come on buddy, you’ve had enough to drink tonight.” DB said loud enough for others to hear. “I’ll get you home.” He pulled Bob from the booth. Bob could move with help but didn’t have much control of himself. When he was placed in the car seat his head went back again. He was buckled in and then DB locked a pair of hand cuffs to one wrist and the base of his seat.

 

“You know Bob women are much more careful who they drink with and what kind of drinks they take from strangers. After all, I’ll bet you never even considered being taken advantage of or any of the things women on the town do now days. Your beers had a pretty good dose of Rohypnol. You know the date rape drug. I know you can hear me and understanding everything. That’s the good part. You can still watch your wife finish getting abused and then raped. The problem is you more than likely will forget the whole evening but I want you to know you have been a big help in my acquisition of your wife. I’m a white slaver. My real name is Trent. I kidnap, do some minor training, sometime alterations to the product and then sell hot looking women to the highest bidder. I got to admit, this was a first where the woman’s husband delivered her to me. Like I said you probably won’t remember any of what I am telling you tomorrow but at least you can watch.”

 

Bob heard and understood every word he was told but couldn’t even lift his arm up to strike at this son-of –a- bitch. A tear formed in his eye as he thought how stupid he had been trusting a complete stranger with his beloved Susan. Then he realized what the purpose of telling someone they would be gone for awhile. No one knew where they where or obviously what they had planned for this evening and if anyone came to ask, they were told that they just going away for awhile.

 

They drove back, to where Sue was hanging from the tree limb. As Trent had anticipated, Susan was madly thrusting and pitching about as much as her spread eagled body and nipples allowed. By now her noosed tits were a deep dark purplish color and her nipples looked to be extended a full inch and a half or more from her tugging at their bindings. Trent’s cock jumped to attention as he watched his captive jerk, moan and suffer with everything. She didn’t even realize they had returned.

 

Bob could see his suffering wife from the car. It took about everything just to try and sit up straighter. The muscle relaxant didn’t allow much more. He had to sit and watch as Trent now took out a bull whip. Susan bolted and leaped the few inches of movement her stretched body had gain through all her jerking about as the first of many lashes struck and curled around her body. As the leather snapped at her soft smooth skin, it left nasty red lines and even some welts. Being that she hung upside down, the tender under sides of her breasts received a lot of the lashes as did her thighs and ass. When he was done, her body was covered is angry red and purplish stripes. She no longer jerked or moved but rather hung limp when he finally released her legs and let her drop to the ground. Bob wasn’t sure if she might be dead as she laid motionless.

 

To make sure Bob saw everything, Trent picked up his wife and draped her over the hood of the car where he pulled out the finger of ginger from her ass and held it up for him to see. This was followed by an unceremonious fucking of his wife.

 

At least while she was being fucked Bob noticed her eyes flicker and her body react to the cock shoved up into her. He even thought he saw her climaxing.

 

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As much as Trent would have loved to enjoy the moment longer her knew better. He had work to do and to stick to his plan. Bob’s wrists were cuffed behind his back for nothing more than added security. In reality the date rape drug rendered him completely helpless and Trent knew he’d remain that way for 6 to 8 hours but one can never be too sure in his line of business. Bob was dumped in the back of the van and blindfolded.

 

Next he went to attend to Susan. As fatigued as she was Susan was almost as useless to fight back as Bob was. Her whipping and time spent struggling with the burning pain in her ass and all the taunt ropes pulling on her limbs pretty much depleted her. The difference was she was more alert than her drugged husband who was only a few feet from her. She still had no idea the other man in her kidnapping was her husband. To Susan she was still alone with the two men who kidnapped and beaten her. Surprisingly she was given a t-shirt to put on. It only covered her bruised and beaten top. Under the shirt her tits remained tied as did her nipples. Finally she was cuffed behind her back. Trent had taken some cotton gauze and tape to tape her eyes shut before adding a pair of sunglasses to cover her blindfold.

 

Trent left her sitting in the seat while he collected all the ropes and things lying about before coming back in and opening the glove compartment. There he removed a huge vibrator dildo. It was a good 4 inched in girth and a foot long. He forced Susan to mount it. She realized the thing was huge and try as she might she only could work about 5 inched up into her before slowing down. Trent hollered at her to get it in her. Her pleas that it was too big was met with a couple vicious smacks to her tied tits followed by him pushing down on her shoulder. Susan knew if she didn’t keep trying he’d rip her apart the way he wanted her to do it so she tried her best to think of something arousing. Ironically, what she thought about was how she had to look hanging spread eagled and being whipped.

 

Inch by inch it stretched her open and slipped up into her. He was satisfied when there was but 3 inched remaining. Trent clicked on the vibrator. She couldn’t believe its power. It had to be run by a 5 hp motor she thought.

 

“You keep fucking that thing and don’t stop or I’ll shove a half-dozen more of those ginger sticks up your ass. Do you understand?”

 

Susan cried but nodded as she began to slowly move up and down on the slick vibrating cock. Trent pulled the van back and got on the road. He’d be back in a little while for the Bank’s car but for now he had a muther fucking slut fucking a tree limb up her twat next to him and her drugged husband to attend to. He enjoyed watching her bound tits jiggling as she fucked the dildo. He enjoyed listening to her moaning and grunting as she fucked away at the huge sex toy and finally seeing the slut orgasm a couple of times during the ride.

 

In reality, he took them only a few miles away from where they hung Susan but he drove around with the two for over an hour so there was little way they had any idea where they might be. Susan was taken into the basement of the house where a room and her cell was ready for her. Trent cut the leather straps from around her deep purplish tits. She screamed as the blood rushed back to her tortured boobs. The same only worse happen when he cut the floss nooses from her nipples. The cuffs and eye gauze remained on her.  Bob was taken to the barn’s basement where a similar cell awaited him. Neither knew where the other would be. Neither knew what had happen to the other.

 

After shutting off the lights to the rooms, both were left in complete and total darkness in the windowless rooms. Susan fell asleep in a few minutes. She was so sore and hurt everywhere.

 

 

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