Kidnapping Kinks

Imagine the view from the top of a skyscraper, not just as if you were simply looking at a picture. No still image but the view from the top of a building hundreds of feet in the air, with all the grandeur of the skyline stretching from horizon round and back again. the city disappearing below you and the clouds they would seem so close. if you could open a window far enough you could almost touch them from hear, such a fanciful notion almost seems to become reality when you are this far above the ground. Imagine it if you will the vision the spectacle as the day is drawing to its close. Its time has run out and the night is approaching. Consider what it would be to look down as the setting sun is reflected from every other building in the city, one final celebration before it retires for the night.

The red orange light glinting from the old and serviceable buildings that have been there for numerous decades. The image of the sun sinking over the horizon outlined against the new buildings rising towards the future.  The ones that look like an architect was on a rather large acid tab when they drew up the plans. There stretching reaching designs full of self-importance and mad dreams. Then consider the lights reflection emanating from the ones in the middle ground. Not so prestigious or grand, the less ambitious boxes with a few artistic choices bolted on that inhabit the outskirts of the skyline, they are the last passing sight outlined by the fading of the sun.

The view is not from just any floor, not just any other office. But the almost panoptic 360 degree aerial view from the office at the top most floor. The penthouse the pinnacle, the summit both metaphorically and physically. Here someone has reached as far as they could. Where the only way to go further was to build it themselves. This is the largest and most prestigious place at the precipice. You have to imagine that sky scraper that just managed to climb those few floors higher, than its contemporaries. The owner of this ego trip was someone able to circumnavigate the planning office’s restraints more effectively. They were better at buttering up there local politicians and greasing there palms pandering to their ego's. All than extra expense to sink the foundations deeper. To reinforce the structure further, to make the elevators reach that bit further.

So after all that striving cunning and conniving, the heritor of the freehold well they got to add the extra three floors onto the construction. That meant they were now the ones looking down upon those looking up. All be it not very far down in the grand scheme of things on their closest rivals. The owner is there enjoying the view. They held their breath as the sun touched down. They breath in slowly, there is a light sigh on their crimson lips. The last hints of molten golden light has died away and the city lights start to slowly come on. It takes several moments until a neon sea is ebbing and flowing at the foot of the skyscraper. The buildings themselves are mostly dark. Not completely vacant. Only the most conscientious and desperate employees remain at this hour to work into the night.

They focus in, looking back in at the office around them. It has a carpet that looks simple but is rather expensive. Made from the rarest silk woven into the densest most luxurious product. They casually glance around, the wooden panels on the walls, they are a trophy of sorts. Even as they were stripped stained and refinished to compliment the more modern surroundings they are part of a conquest. They were taken from the former office of a formally very wealthy business rival, someone who was forced into bankruptcy. There company and legacy picked apart, one intertwined with the other both now consigned to oblivion.

Dominating the room next to the great curved window there is a desk and chair set made from what is effectively a fossilized redwood tree of exceptional size and weight. The desk looks spectacular, imposing highly finished almost like a red marble. The chair is a unique and impractical piece spectacularly padded meticulously designed, its construction holds a veneer of the same material as the desk though it is hardly its primary composition, more an ornamentation or embellishment.

The executive glances and dismisses so many familiar sights within the office. There are some elements of decoration, shelves filled with first editions and rare volumes. They are there simply to sit behind the person in the office and give the impression of a boarder wider knowledge base than was actually present. High up on the walls equally spaced about the office, there are artists portraits of the 12 flagship buildings that this company owns, this building was one of them. They are scatted around the world that are each in a different country. Each work oil and canvas represents the face of the company, the embodiment of it in that particular country. Each is carefully moulded to appeal to the environment it has taken root in. The particular characteristics of the city and society that was on display, the temperament of the city they were built in. Looking at the building you could almost see a figure in some of the buildings a little like a henry more sculpture, as if someone had started to sculpt a feeling an intent into the buildings very fabric.

The owner of this office used the remote cupped in her hand to shut the blinds. The tiny remote is slowly fitted back into its niche on the grand desk. For a brief moment the proprietor of this company looked up at the almost silent air conditioning, switched it off with the press of a button and then they sat down. It was not the weary repose of someone crushed with the weight of their work nor the exuberance of the workaholic. There was a shiver of anticipation of what, it would be hard to tell by any outside voyeur.

They slowly breathed in and turned their view to the monitor banks that gracefully climbed out from under their desk. They were alone unattended, they set the door locks to on with the touch of a switch and the twang of several solenoids, securing there bastion against intrusion. The room was soundproofed and isolated from all other parts of the company. They looked at several items on their computer, composing an impression of the incident. The invoice for the locksmith to repair the apartment doors, well to replace the physical locks that had been crowbarred open. There was a separate bill for the carpentry required.

Then there was the short police report about the break in and the missing person’s report. The inventory of the apartment before the break in and after the break in, it had not changed. There was the still picture from the security camera of two women dragging a third who was tightly bound with many turns of thick heavy carpet tape over her body. She was presumably gagged and had a sack over her head. The video clips showed the journey as she was dragged down the fire exit staircase and into the back of a waiting black van with false number plates.

The owner of this building is a wealthy oriental property magnate, a shrewd business woman. At 37 years old Tessa Wan Siato was a billionairess several times over. She had inherited the family fortune when it was just a little below 50 million, when she was only 25 years old. It felt like a life time ago. Having worked in the family business and having graduated as a civil engineer she had it in mind a plan to make what she considered a modest portfolio grow too far grander proportions. And grow it had, at a very reliable rate year on year. She had bought up old industrial sites, demolish the archaic builds and launched skyward. Some developments she had sold off having turned them round, others were part of her growing profitable property portfolio a long term investment, that she hoped would last the generations.

She was smart, when she sold a building she made sure that in the contract her business interests were maintained. As they had to keep the service charge company, her company in place. As well as that she didn't sell the free hold, so she could collect the ground rent and keep a small piece of control. Companies she had financial interest in provided cleaning security. They maintained the lifts and the air-conditioning, and she had a little extra cash flowing into her bank accounts. She found that if you were nice and polite to the right people, well she could do what she liked. A listed building could accidentally burn down, so that the site could be built upon with a new development. It was such a shame that those unknown hooligans beat up the environmental protestors who were holding up construction on her latest project. It was a pity that all the skeletons in the mayors closet were suddenly out and about being aired. Just when he tried to bring in regulations that would have stifled her latest development, and so it went on.

Her mind was pulled back from dealing with past bumps in the road. She looked at the email sent from someone calling themselves, anona-mask-kiddnapper77@yahoo.dom Now according to the content of the email her only daughter was in peril. She thought of her child, dear little Yua poetically her name meant “binding love and affection”. The only child and inheritor of the family fortune who had just turned 18 years old. The spoilt little brat, who sorely needed to be taught a harsh harsh lesson. Yua was about to head off to a rather expensive and rather intensive remote boarding school. One that had a strict corporal discipline program a restrictive and stiflingly punitive uniform. As well as numerous other encouragement to mould the ungrateful child into a proper respectful daughter. If one semester didn't do the trick there would have been a year and summer school to properly educate her, using cruel unusual and painful punishments.

The email indicated Yua's fate. She was now inconveniently kidnapped, and she was to be ransomed back to her rich family for a modest fortune. Carefully Tessa checked her records the correspondence, a smile played across her lips. She looked over the email again, she had a hard time not laughing. Slowly she phrased her candid response, they would not get one penny one single cent from her, it was not her policy to negotiate with inbred halfwits. She refuses to pay the ransom of 20 million. This was despite the threat that they would harshly punish and torture her daughter, if her response was not to their liking. Tessa simile and imagining their faces, it would only be a matter of time. She could work on a few other things that were up in the air, as she waited for the repercussions of her refusal.

Two hours later a video was sent from the same email account in response. Tessa did not have a look of worry or motherly concern present in her eyes. She licked her lips, she kicked off her three inch shoes and stretched her toned stocking clad legs. She slowly reached into her desk draw and removed of all things a spare blind pull cord. From her desk she picked up a large blue stress ball about 3 and a half inches in diameter and then from the desk draw a long wide blue silk scarf. She had a hungry look in her eyes as she slowly slid her tight grey dress up her stocking clad legs. Exposing her tiny expensive black panties and her silky smooth shaved sex, as well as the tops of her garters and stockings.

With a moment of swift gymnastic prowess She stood up on her chair on her tiptoes. Then dropped letting her shapely legs slide into the two slots between the arm rests of the chair. As she dropped down her legs were forced widely open pinning her in place in the chair, in this pose she was almost doing the splits. Tessa shifted her ankles back under the chair into two tight indentations that tightly pressed on her ankles, then she pushed her big toes into two slots with a click. She tried to shift her legs and a spring loaded bar pressed on her ankles keeping them in place, the spring pulled cuffs clamped on her ankles and toes. Her legs were pulled back tightly. It was now going to require quite a bit of effort to get her feet free. She opens up her blouse and started to squeeze and play with her nipples, she reached down and rubbed her silk covered crotch, running her finger over her wet pussy down to her rose bud.

She got a good solid hold of the stress ball and used both hands to force it into her mouth. She was gasping on the size of the pliable orb. Though it was not required to hold it in place. She tied the gag firmly in place with three passes of blue silk around her jaw and her head with the scarf. She quickly crafted a complex knot at the behind her head that was sadistically tight. It is going to stay there, and she was not going to make any noise. A few knots with the pull cord and she looped it around her own neck then threw it over her shoulder over the back of the chair. She twisted her left hand behind the chair slipped her hand into a noose and pulled it tight.

She was choking herself as she struggled, and she didn't seem unhappy with the effect. She wrapped the cord round her wrist one more time, to get it that little bit tighter. With her free hand she clicked the play button and started to rub herself between her legs along her labia and clitoris as she watched. The Video began to roll showing a very pretty girl gagged very tightly. On her face were marks. The imprint of something around her eyes as if something had been pressed there a short time ago. She was silenced with some sort of massive rubber pump gag muzzle combination. It seemed so bad that she was almost at the point of gagging on it and passing out. The poor little kidnap victim was sobbing and crying, worried what her captors were going to do to her. She was held in a tiny blank room that was little more than a big dark cupboard.

The girl was obviously very new to the sadistic bondage, she was terrified out of her mind. The camera focused in on the massive bulge in the centre of the muzzle. The victim was almost choking on the proportions of the inflated rubber gag. Her cheeks were bulging as if she was trying to swallow two softballs at the same time. Her straining jaw was trying to open further, but it couldn't, the poor girl could only be so accommodating. Her entire face was distorted by the pressure of the gag. Her eyes were red and desperate and frightened and fearful. It was only making her look even more adorable, a helpless delicate desirable victim, at least to the woman watching the presentation.

The thick rubber of the muzzle was cutting into her cheeks, the lovely creature encased within it was unable to get any comfort or reprieve. No rest-bite from the restraint at all. Her tongue was held at the floor of her mouth. her kissable lips stretched wide around the rubber bladder. She couldn't make herself know to her kidnappers, she cannot effectively convey her oppressive distressed condition through the gag. The camera tilted round and you could see the flesh bulging around the gag as the straps went behind her head ruffling up and pulling on her hair. A Y shaped formation of straps travelled over her nose to meet the other straining straps at the back of her head. Five of them joined behind her in a star formation, with a locking cap over the top keeping them firmly in place, all applied for crushing security not comfort.

The prisoner was clearly in distress, about to black out form hyperventilating. Her bleary eyes were flying around looking at the camera pointed at her. Then frantically flitting around the tiny dingy poorly lit room. As much as she could she was obviously looking for a means of escape, of course there was none. She could barely believe that this was happening to her, the reality of her new situation has not quite registered yet. She couldn't believe that this was not a trick or a dream or something else. Her mind simply refuses to believe the plight that she now found herself in. There was a harsh slap to the side of her face, she whimpered into the inflated gag and settled down. The gag was inflated a few more times from the pump bulb hanging down below the muzzle. The woman's eyes become unfocused as she was trying unsuccessfully to cope, she was trying to gargle and scream into her gag. But the rubber balloon it was very effective at chocking off her protests.

The camera panned down, around her slim neck is a thick dog collar. From the collar she was securely leased. There was a hearty rubber strap connected from the choking collar tailing down to the floor. Firmly attached to an eyelet bolted into the floor. This set up was severely limiting the poor trapped girls options. She is forced into a crouched kneeling position, she can pull up a little if she wants to throttle herself. But it is all futile as the rubber quickly pulls her back down into the same exact position. A woman's hand reaches over from off screen and grabs the collar. The restraint is harshly pulled back, stretching the rubber a few inches. From the girl there is the squeak and squeal of highly compressed rubber. Then it is allowed to snap back into place shocking the poor girl and almost forcing her to the floor. The captors hand strokes the lovely prisoners hair then slowly gets a firm grip of her nose clamping down. The other hand is holding the back of her head so that she can’t get away. It demonstrates how much she is dependent on her captor, it is only for a second just a warning, a threat. The captive is released but the terrifying implication is there, she is so vulnerable so helpless like this.

The camera moves back a little and focus on the captives chest and torso. Her slender lightly toned body is held immobile in more tight black rubber. Her arms are pinned to her side with a severity as if they had been riveted in place. You can see that the garment holding her is comprised of really thick really tight rubber. It looks like the sadistic restraint was designed for a girl much smaller, but they stretched it over her body using immense force as a form of punishment. It is so tight you can see the flesh around her hips bulging out from it and her neck is acutely uncomfortable with the crushing pressure on her collar bone. The rubber shows her arms pinned to her side, held in their own individual rubber pockets. But they are held so tightly she can’t even wiggle her fingers. Between the sheets of rubber there is so much compression on her limbs that they might as well have been amputated for all the use they currently are to her. Their position and condition certainly looks eye-wateringly painful from the compression applied to them. The poor captive must endure her bondage.

The slightest movement causes a cacophony of squeaking and creaking from the formidable bonds. The shiny black rubber restraint has a set of duel crotch straps. Both are comprised of thick rubber, they sink into her body and actually pull her labia slightly apart. The poor captive is exposed humiliated and totally unable to do anything about it. The restraint is designed to be both subjugating and humiliating it is open breasted, and the prisoner is on full perky display. She has small delicate little breasts with nipples that almost remind you of a budding blossom ready to open. Her most sensitive offerings are ringed by puffy areola light brown in colour. A woman's rubber clad hand comes into the shot. It delicately twists her right nipple and the captive screws her face up red filled with pain. There is a set of desperate creaks from the rubber as the prisoner is struggling futilely earning another pump to the gag, in an effort to settle her back down.

The struggling shows she is trapped in this kneeling position, with her legs more than slightly spread and with the combination of other devices, this restraint leave her very assessable. She can squeak and squeal and shiver all she likes. The kidnap victim is still fully constrained in her rubbery prison. she is unable to resist whatever someone wanted to do to her, and she knows it is fuelling her terror. She is, wearing a little more a few extra touches to her outfit. A pair of black rubber stockings that travel up her smooth legs, to just below her crotch encasing her thighs. It was a stylistic choice emphasising the vulnerable patch of smooth white defenceless skin between her legs.

To complete her outfit one more choice has been selected for security. Thick padded rubber cuffs adorn her ankles. They are secured in place with a couple of little round padlocks, not that she could somehow undo the straps if the locks were not there. The cuffs are joined together with a foot long rubber strap. The abductee is very distressed pulling against the strap holding her ankles, holding her in this vulnerable predicament. It squeaks as she pulls, she manages to get just an inch of stretch and then predictably it snaps back in place. There are two further eyelets on the floor and her cuffs are secured down to them eliminating any chance of moving from the spot and escaping the limelight and the camera.

It happens jarringly fast getting a reaction form the prisoner and the one watching the recording. To further demoralize and terrorize the kidnap victim a padded rubber blindfold is swiftly pulled back in place over her face. It was removed before the camera started to roll to give a good account of the prisoner, now it serves the kidnappers purpose more to heighten there prisoners fear with the return of her accessory. She tries to whimper into the gag but doesn't physically resit as it is pulled into place. She has after all been kept in the dark for most of the time since her abduction. The removal of the blindfold was purely for the person watching the video on the other end. The straps from the rubber blindfold are then threaded through those belonging to the muzzle, it is a complete integrated set. When in place they are fastened onto the apparatus with a little oval lock. The kidnap victim freezes up afraid to move unable to see. Sensing anticipating that something further is going to happen to her. Something more than simply being displayed to the camera in her restrained state.

The camera pulls back giving a better view of the tiny room. It is rather crowded with three people one victim two tormentors one behind the camera one in front. A person approaches her coming into the view of the camera. She was off screen in the background, now it is time for her to perform. Now that she can be seen the woman in thin but rather taller than the prisoner, she wears a black rubber catsuit styled almost like a jumpsuit and a rubber mask that is similar to a balaclava. From the video you can't really see her face. You can work out that she is a few inches taller and wearing very high strappy heels to elevate her further. For a moment proceedings stop as the camera goes round the back of the jacket. You can see the tight rubber framing the girls bottom showing her exposed helpless body, the round swell of her buttocks outlined with straps and the edges of the rubber stockings.

The camera focused in on her bottom, the tight rubber garment can be seen in more detail. The way it is constructed is diabolical so that it cannot be escaped from, under any circumstances. Once placed inside it a woman will remain captive up until there jailer decides to parole them. The camera travelled up her back, showing the fastenings in more detail. There was a layer of tightly applied overlapping black rubber. It was tightly fastened with thick rawhide laces at the back along the poor girls spine. Over the top of them were a large number of tight redundant parallel rubber straps. Without help there was absolutely no way out of the restraint. The straps also seem to be padlocked, it was hard to tell as they were tucked partially away, probably more as a show for the camera than a legitimate necessary security measure. The woman in the black catsuit proceeds to spend several minutes intimately playing with her helpless prey.

She started off with a gentle spanking that rapidly evolves or devolved depending on your point of view into a harsh violent session of corporal punishment that had the gagged bound pretty desperately and futilely begging for mercy. The dominant continuous groping her prisoner playing with her breasts and buttocks, running her fingers deep between her legs. Stroking and squeezing her until she was ready to pop. The kidnap victim was quite humiliated as she was moist and ready and knew that it was caught by the camera's unfeeling lens. The abductor kept making her prisoner pant and gasp mercilessly toying with her. The poor little thing couldn't bear it as the abductor is twisting her nipples. Then she retrieves a little bonus and begins hitting her prisoner with a red leather paddle in the shape of a heart. It landed on her thighs her feet her buttocks and back, each time there were desperate rubbery squeals and squeaks as the garment made more noise than the desperate blind almost petrified prisoner as she received her random punishment.

The woman in the balaclava mask retrieved a large purple strap on. It was at least 11 inches long and quite wide. She pulled it seemingly out of nowhere from somewhere of screen. She slowly showed it off to the camera. Then proceeded to lube it up with a ridiculous quantity of amorous lubricant. The woman was getting excited as she contemplated what she was going to do to her prisoner. She unceremoniously unstraps the prisoners ankles. The prisoner didn't know what was happening but dares not resist as her jailer moved her round to some padding resting against the nearest wall. It is very quick as she flips her over and violent pined the gagged girl on her back. There is no preamble as with a quick thrust she proceeded to roughly take her prisoners pussy and fill it with the length of the strap on.

With this deep violation the bound girl finally reacted, she was panicking. Desperately trying to buck her assailant off. Trying to wiggle away to pull herself out of this pose. She was randomly kicking her legs about. The abductor shifts there body and hammers the shaft deep all the way in. she twisted her hips pulled the implement half way out then hammered it back home. No matter how much resistance there was the bound prisoner couldn't stop the assault. After a minute she was deflated, too much exertion against the rubber she was defeated. Giving up with all but a token resistance as she was fucked into the matt and submission.

The implement slid in and out of her and she felt some pleasure with the pain caused by its immense girth. Her body had stopped it’s pathetic struggling. The assault went on for at least five minutes until she was clearly racked by an unwanted orgasm. She threw her head back, as her chest heaved with pants of exhilaration as her feet kick and twitch and her toes curl. The rubber clad tormentor who had so thoroughly dominated her bent down to kiss her prisoner on the head. All the while with the strap on was still rammed home up to the hilt. The scene faded to black as warning text appear at the end of the video. If you don't pay up worse will happen!

The billionairess came herself, orgasming on the spot. Squirming in her self-imposed bonds, thankfully her upholstery was very stain resistant. She slowly stopped playing with herself and panting into her own suffocating gag. She took a moment to compose herself. Then removed the cord from around her hand and slid it lose. She pulled the knot away from her own neck. Then slowly using various keys she unwound herself from the rather unique chair that she was using for her self-bondage game. She tidied herself up with supplies from her bottom desk and looked vaguely amused, Tessa wan Siato smirked. What a bunch of fools she thought to herself. The woman who was actually held by the kidnappers is in actual fact the lazy maid of her daughter. An employee called Yui with a name that meant ironically “helpful fountain”.

Tessa observed that she was not really living up to her namesake. It was a unpleasant coincidence that she was just happening to try on one of her employers outfits. Something she was only meant to launder and hang up. Something that she would never be able to afford in two or three lifetimes on her current salary. So as Tessa had assumed, it was not her daughter in the apartment when they arrived, but the kidnappers didn't know that. They just grabbed the cute girl who was in the daughters penthouse apartment wearing the expensive outfit, Tessa almost had a fit laughing. Her daughter was exactly where she expected her to be, in the tender care of a rather pernicious reform school. The billionairess typed back a response to the video. Stating that such a pitiful display wouldn't change her mind. She also insinuated rather graphically, she bet that they wouldn't dare abuse their guests back passage and film it.

The kidnapped maid was a poor substitute for the real prize, she was almost always kept blindfolded. Her senses were denied to her with the application of tight rubber. Since the very moment that they grabbed her, she was proverbially and literally in the dark. She's never got to see her kidnappers face. The few times that she had her blindfold off it was dark and they were wearing concealing masks. She was unable to correct there error as she was almost always sadistically gagged. In the times that the gag might have been changed she certainly never got the opportunity to explain to them that they had gotten the wrong person. Not that they would have necessarily believe her. Poor Yui was usually kept sadistically gagged in a combination of a thick rubber hood over a muzzle with a pump gag. Her body was held in a rubber straight waist coat. The dam thing was very tight and humiliating. Her arms were practically glued in place, positioned at her sides with her shoulders pulled back. She had absolutely no agency just as the kidnappers intended.

Based on the first few days experience she guessed that she could be kept like this for a very long time. Despite how strenuous the restraint were she was able to sleep, able to eat. Well they could pump mush down her throat. The strait waist coat was phenomenally secure. It had internal pockets for her arms, they barely slipped into them. Even then that was achieved with a lot of lubricant and determination, to place her inside the bondage device. Then when they had just barely squeezed her into the rubber prison. It was laced up real tight, with a tamper resistant panel strapped over the knots from the laces and a quite a few heavy reinforcing straps positioned at neck waist and midway up her back to hold it neatly, along with quite a few others. The prisoner thought that she remembered a pull and a click. So they were also probably all locked as well. Not that it made much difference to her. If the key was hanging from a string a foot in front of her, she would not be able to see or identify it let alone use it.

The prisoner was held secured by the kidnappers, always fully restrained locked in a tiny little cupboard, with just enough padding to curl up on the floor. It was just one small un-noticed overlooked space in a tiny little apartment above a shop. It's location was regrettable for the kidnap victim. She was taken from the garage at the back up the backstairs and then secured as she currently was. The particular placement of her detention added much to her suffering. She had no idea that it was located above a sleazy bondage shop. A place that sold very nasty sadistic heavy duty restraints. She would never be told anything by her kidnappers. Between the two of them they were working hard to ensure that she would never see their faces or hear their voices. She would never be able to identify them or where she was being held. There was no chance to glance out of a window, no moment to see something that could identify them. Of course there kidnap victim was starting to guess fairly quickly that they had access to some very unusual supplies. She didn't think that the average kidnapper had this much exotic apparel. Most abductors would go as far as a trip to the hardware shop, supplying themselves with rope duct-tape and zip-ties.

The mysterious kidnappers had turned up at the most inopportune time. Having missed the poor little rich girl and snatched the lazy help instead. They had an entire shop full of merciless macabre merchandise to use on her. As one of her abductors was the owner of the shop, not that Yui would ever know, and the other accomplice was her lesbian lover. It very quickly became time for her second audition for kidnapped damsel of the year. The kidnappers donned there kinky disguises so that they couldn't be identified from the footage. They set up there scene and the camera started to roll again. The kidnapper leading the proceedings was not going to be anywhere near as gentle as she had been the first time, the gloves were coming off so to speak. Well in this case they were actually going on! The camera pointed at her and very theatrically she pulled on a pair of elbow length rubber gloves.

The camera focused on the victim and all of the prisoners restraints were tightened up causing moans of distress and rubbery squeaking squeals into her merciless gag. The jacket put up a vocal protest of creaking rubber as it was tightened up the back by an inch or, so the laces and straps were wrenched inhumanly tight. The collar the ankle cuffs they were all pulled that bit tighter, even the already overpressure gag was inflated further. For a moment the blindfold was unlocked and loosened just enough to be pulled up. The almost traumatized prisoner was forced to look at the camera. The kidnap victim begged with her eyes pleading for mercy. It was ironic that the captors haven't bothered to check the kidnap victim against one of her supposed pictured. Or they would have very quickly found there error. Poor helpless Yui was begging desperately pleading into the lens. Then she got the blindfold again, pulled down pulled crushingly tight around her skull.  

This time she was spanked a lot more harshly, her breasts thighs bottom and right between her legs were all given a good going over. The overinflated gag was very effective at stopping the hysterical screams of pain. She couldn't get away from her tormentors as she was treated far more roughly than the first time. The red marks on her ass and breasts were quite viable. The cane crop and paddle were switched out from moment to moment. They were comparatively gentler when they beat the soles of her feet and between her pussy lips, but it still must have hurt an incredible amount. Then progressing forwards mostly for the camera's benefit the principle tormentor put on a larger strap on. She held the prisoner down and thoroughly fucked her spanked pussy. The poor little maid put up a bit of a struggle but really couldn't resist as she was brought to orgasm by a very thought fucking, it was a pity that it was hardly over. That session was really just the warm up.

Then when she thought that the assault had come to its end she was surprised as they flipped her over with her ass up in the air. The captive really started panicking as her back passage was lubed up. Then the camera focuses in, and it looked like she is going to be introduced to the same strap on she had been enjoying moments earlier in a far more uncomfortable and forceful manner. At the last moment the assailant stopped, and the monster was switched out in the harness for a much more modest item. Ready for her petrified prisoners rear, this time she would show a little mercy. A very energetic amount of fucking moaning struggling and probing ensued. The maid was worked over pushed into the matt by her assailant, after ten minutes both of them orgasm for a second time. The bound prisoner lay there exhausted hoping that was it. That there is no more for her to endure, really she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up for a slight reprieve. It would get worse before it would be over this time.

The pretty prisoner was unceremoniously flipped back over so that her sore bottom landed on the floor. Suddenly there was a tongue licking her nipples until they were nice and firm then they were viciously clamped. Shooting agony inflicted with little silver things that look almost like steel pegs. Then they started to get her ready for yet another session with the first dildo in her wet pussy. There was very little fight in the kidnapped damsel by now as her legs were twisted around and her ankles were crossed behind her head. She remains knotted in this position her ankles strapped in place making her quite a pretty package. Helpless and accessible for this third round of pounding.  Yui was having a very hard time, her head was spinning as she was blindfolded her senses overwhelmed. Her body ached but her pussy was wet. She definitely doesn't like being fucked so forcefully in the ass, even if she got an orgasm from it. One final time that day she was left gasping on the floor however as the camera shut off they make no move to untie her from this tight fold.

Outside of the photo shoots and punishment videos that were regularly being sent along with the ransom demands to Siato industries. The kidnappers who looked after Yui had to do something to alleviate the boredom of sitting around watching there prisoner. They routinely played with her bound body for something to do. They were both sadistic lesbians with an interest in bondage and nothing to do but watch her. They had a shop full of items that could be brought into play with their new pet. There was quite a lot of spanking mostly on her bottom because it amused them.

There was also quite a bit of petting and something that Yui dreaded to her core, suffocation play! They would get a good grip on her then cut of her oxygen, give her a minute or two to desperately struggle then let her gasp for a few minutes. Then they would start the nightmarish cycle again. When they left her alone she was bored because she was never lets her out of her restraints, mealy fed and cleaned. When they wanted to communicate anything to her they use a text to type app to communicate with her so that their voices could never be identified, if they ever did let her go she would only ever be able to describe a blank cupboard and sadistic torture.

As time went on the abductors liked to tease her and spank there prisoner a lot. It was mostly hand spanking feeling her body struggling. They used the heavy paddles for her time in front of the camera. Also much to her disgust enema's were starting to become quite common for their prisoner. They were practising things ready for the camera. They liked to fill her up and watch her squirm, the sadists were slowly increasing the size of plug buried in her ass. The duration of the enema concentration of solution volume of liquid etc it was getting worse. They got a little creative they liked to massage her belly when she was filled and plugged and couldn't get away. It started off as a relatively slow paced relatively short session in front of the camera. But it really caused the captive to squirm about without doing anything more than causing her incredible discomfort. It was an easy way to inflict suffering gut wrenching cramps without damaging the merchandise. They didn't want to hurt her permanently. They just wanted to get paid, and amuse themselves a little bit.

Realisation slowly dawned on the abductors as the torment they subjected there prisoners to got so much worse. It took the kidnappers several months to realize that the billionairess was actually getting off on the videos that they were sending to her. It was a very surprising reaction to what they thought was her daughter being abused and molested by them every week. Tessa had been inspired by the entertainment provided.

She had altered her self-bondage game as she watched the highlight reel. She had a powerful vibrator in her own desk draw. she had started wearing a thin anal plug. To enjoy watching each new video she gagged herself with her own panties, plus the big blue stress ball then a tight rubber muzzle over the top. She added her own form of breath play with plugs that limit her air intake inserted up her nose. She started to like taping her bound hand up into a mitten to limit her mobility. As well as putting rubber bands around the bases of her own breasts and bull dog clips from her desk on her naughty nipples.

She went to all this effort really letting her self-bondage sessions become incredibly intense, only for the inconsiderate kidnappers to stop sending her more videos. In the end the kidnappers offered her an unusual ultimatum. Either she started paying them so much per month or they would release there captive. They did have a good bargaining position when they became fully aware of all the facts. After a bit of negotiation a particular figure was agree per month, plus reasonable expenses. But they were on the other hand required to make 3 video's per week. They had to be at least an hour long for each video to count. Also there were certain quality standards that they had to meet or exceed. Poor Yui didn't enjoy that arrangement one bit. But she was not able to voice much of an opinion before it was completed. Afterwards she was gagged with her captors underwear on top of the other restrictions, so she was even less capable of protesting afterwards.

So an unlikely arrangement was formed, the wealthy lady paid the sadistic lesbian couple to torment her former employee. The poor girl had been fired long ago as she was technically absent from her job. The evil bitch gave them some hints on how she wanted the poor little thing to be punished. Much to her gleeful excitement and the kidnap victims aching regret.  Yui had the pleasure of experiencing heavily weighted nipples clamps. Then a brutal caning then a session of tight lacing with a corset over the top of her already crushing rubber jacket. It was tightened until she passed out. She woke up as her ankles were tapped up to thighs and she was spanked harshly. When she thought it was over they held her down and used a hickory rod split like a Tawse. They used it to spank her pussy! Their patron really loved that and Yui really made a fuss, she really hated it.

Tessa smiled under her gag as she watched the latest video, the two kidnappers double teamed her former lazy maid. They pounded her front and rear with an alternating rhythm. A large ribbed 13 inch strap on disappeared into her pussy and slightly smaller 10 inch dildo was embedded aggressively in her protesting rear. The bound captive tried to pull free, she screamed into her gag again and again over nearly 25 minutes as she was pounded until all three of them orgasm together. Tessa came at the same point as she watched it on the screen. It was just the halfway show as Yui really started to struggle and wiggle about with what came next.

She was given an enormous gurgling enema to calm her down. Well because they were sadistic bitches, they filled her up even further, well past her comfort, to the point where it was agony. They massaged her bloated belly. Then they put away for the night tied into a tight ball with lots of rubber tape. She was left alone to retain it for the night. Plugged up all firm she won’t get much sleep. She let out a muffled sobbing into her gag. The kidnapper gave her one look then locked the sound proof door. One mused of camera “Poor little prisoner it’s nothing personal, well just a little personal”.

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