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Subject: SUBMIT dark.txt



Warning: The following contains nonconsensual bondage and

torture. Please do not continue reading if this offends you.



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Story: Helpless in the Dark (setup)



by Steven S Davis



At the end of this dark corridor is an equally dark room, large, with a

cavernously high ceiling.  Inside the room there are no sources of

light, no windows, no keys.  In the center of the room, you will

discover by feel, a woman is chained.



Three chains descend from the ceiling far above, to attach to manacles

welded shut around her wrists, and to a narrow iron ring around her

neck.  Her feet are solidly placed on the floor, but a step in any

direction will bring her up on her toes, and the limits of the chains

prevent her from moving very far.  Her ears, you will find, have been

plugged with wax - she cannot hear you as you enter, or as you explore

the contents of various tables placed around the edges of the room.

When you enter, her knees are held far apart by a pole strapped between

them - this brings her to her toes and holds her juicy center open for

your exploring touch.  This spreader bar is the only item of her initial

bondage that can be removed.



What will you find?  How will you treat this helpless captive?  How will

she react?



{NOTE:  There is no way to free the captive.  Describe what she does,

and what she feels, but not HOW she feels - i.e., "She moaned and tried

to escape the bite of the lash" is legitimate, but not "She waited

submissively, wanting to feel the lash."  The captive is a victim

(hmm... wonder who that could be?)



PV

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PV,



I've enjoyed a number of your messages, and found the scene

setup quite interesting. I also don't know if there was any

explication of how I am to have reached the end of the dark

corridor, but I chose to assign this history to the scene: I'm a

businessman in an illegal and dangerous trade, and some people

who would like very much to supply me are aware of my tastes, and

arrange some entertainment, which after taking appropriate

precautions, I take them up on, and find myself entering the

scene you've described.



                                         SD

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Story: Helpless in the Dark (completion)



The victim's perfume leads me to her.  I run my hands over all

of her until I know all her assets.  Though she gasps at my first

touch, she says nothing. As my hands explore she remains still,

until I feel her breast and she twists away.  I grasp her nipple

and twist hard, generating an "Owww !".  I feel her breast again

and she remains still.  "What's you name ?", I ask.  She remains

silent.  "TELL ME YOUR NAME !", I command, but she remains

silent.  "Won't talk, eh ?"  Grasping both nipples, I twist them

violently.  "OWWWW AHHH ARR", but no words, come from her mouth,

and while twisting both nipples I pull the left one forward

sharply.  Her screams become shriller, but she doesn't speak.  I

get behind her, place my knee in her lower back, take her nipples

again, and simultaneous twist and pull her nipples. She screams

again. I keep pulling.  "PLEASE STOP, PLEASE !", she screams.

"YOUR NAME", I command, but she just keeps screaming " PLEASE,

- AAHHH - MERCY - OOOOO - I CAN'T BEAR ANYMORE, PLEASE STOP !"

I keep twisting.  "I'M NOT RESISTING - EEEYY -  OH PLEASE STOP -

IF YOU'RE PUNISHING ME FOR RESISTING, PLEASE STOP, I CAN'T HEAR

YOUR COMMANDS !  HAVE MERCY, PLEASE !".  I release her and she

becomes silent.  I slap her face, softly.  "Thank you", she says

softly, taking the hint. I stroke her face, feeling the tears on her

cheeks. "I guess it's OK if I don't know your name.  You'll just

be my Victim".



"Well, dear, it seems verbal interaction is out.  I'll just do

what I want while you scream about it. Usually a couple has to be

married a few years to reach this point".  I start exploring our

chamber and locate the tables with the toys.  I find some toys,

including a very nice oral pear.  "Since we can't talk, let's keep

you to grunts and groans".  I find Victim again and locate

her mouth.  I kiss her but she pulls away so I seize a hank of

hair in each hand and pull them taut so she can't move her head

and kiss her again.  She keeps moving her mouth to avoid my kiss.

Stubborn lady, this.  I try to force the pear in her mouth but

she resists.  I take my knife and place the sharp side of the

blade against her lower lip and apply a very slight downward

pressure, and she opens her mouth.  A stubborn woman, but not a

dumb one. I pull down on her lower lip and she opens wider,

enough for me to barely fit the pear in her mouth. I turn the

screw a few times, opening the pear and stretching her cheeks. I

stroke her face to check the tension and continue to open the

pear over her first indignant then frantic grunts until I judge

her cheeks ready to tear, then lock the setting.  "No way you'll

get that out."  Before proceeding I kiss her eyes and neck and

breasts and stroke her pussy.  "A bit moist for someone who

doesn't like this sort of thing.  Or maybe it's just hot in here.

Well, unless you tell me different, I'm going to assume that it's

you who's hot.  Nothing to say ?  OK, you had your chance."

I take the chains to her wrists and attach the lower links to ones a

a bit higher with padlocks, causing her to dangle by her wrists

w/o making her neck chain taut.  With some difficulty I catch her

flailing legs then raise her feet, crossing her ankles, and tie

them together, then grab some hair, knot it, and attach her hair

and ankles by a short taut cord. I turn her around several times,

then release her. The sound of the chains tells me she's spinning

freely, and I long for some light.  I rub a smooth thick cane in

her pussy lips to lubricate it, then lay below her with a hand on

one knee as I carefully insert the cane into her vagina, slowly

pushing it further in, then pulling it back a bit and shoving it

back in.  I can hear Victim twisting about above me, and the flow

of fluid down the cane has increased.  When I feel extra weight

on the cane and hear Victim's grunts raise an octave I pull it

back a a few inches, then unlock and remove the spreader bar

before releasing my hold on her knee.  Victim spins more slowly

this time, each revolution bringing her further down the cane.

I'm being hit both by the fluid dripping down the cane and the

sweat thrown off Victim's body, and loving it.  When the rattling

of the chains stops, I start slowly moving the cane, making a small

circle in the air as Victim's grunts become faster and louder.

When they approach a critical point, I extract the cane, and can

hear the chains rattle as she spins the rest of the way down.

Delightfully, the rattling of her chains continues after Victim

reaches the bottom, as she twists in frustration.



I untie Victim's ankles. Her legs drop, hanging freely, and she

directs a kick at me that only hits my thigh. I step aside to

evade further kicks but none come.  Listening carefully, I can

hear her little grunts, and taking a guess, step in and insert my

hands between her tightly pressed legs.  I grab her thighs and

hold them apart and she grunts loudly and kicks my legs with her

heels.  I catch her knees in my elbows so her kicks have less

force and fewer targets and grasp her buttocks and stand there

enjoying the anger of her grunts and the force of her struggles.

As her struggles abate I pull her closer and start kissing her,

working down from her neck to her breasts.  She twists as if to

escape but her grunts have changed; they're just as loud, growing

louder, but the modulation has changed from that of an

exclamation to that of a question.  I release a cheek and bring

my hand between us to undo my belt and pants, observing as I do

so that Victim isn't taking advantage of the lessened grip to try

to free her leg, so after dropping my pants and kicking them away

from me - with this lady you sometimes need to move fast - I put

both arms around her back and pull her to me, allowing her to

slide down a bit to wrap her legs about me before I press her

against me rubbing her chest against mine as I bury my mouth in

her neck, being only slightly slowed by the frequency with which

I hit my teeth on the narrow band encirling her neck.  Unable to

wait any longer I thrust urgently into her and she starts riding my

cock, forcing herself up and down its length, her grunts

accelerating and the heat rising in her chest and we are both

about to explode...so I push her away, leaving her squealing and

twisting in her chains. I step back not quite fast enough to

escape a kick in the head - how does she aim so well in the dark -

but with both feet off the ground she can't put much force

behind it and it does no damage. I find my pants while she twists

and kicks and grunts what are definitely some sort of angry

exclamations, and dry my throughly lubricated cock.  Then I

circle behind and catch her legs as they return from their

mission of destruction, get my arms below them and press her legs

to her belly.  I wonder how strong she is when she hasn't been

hanging in bondage cause she's plenty strong now, but so am I,

and I have her tightly held, her only resistance being to strike my

head with hers, but her thick hair is so nice that this is rather

pleasant. With no preliminaries I trust my hard dry cock into her 

tight unlubricated rectum thrusting hard as she groans in pain, her

fevered struggles making it very hard not to ejaculate immediately,

but I find the discipline to wait until I've thrust my self fully

within her, then come massive.  Now too weak to hold this

vixen of a victim, she breaks free of me and kicks me in the

stomach and groin, barely missing the essential equipment - her

aim is REALLY good - and I fall to the ground.   She didn't do

any real damage, and the pleasure was well worth the pain, but as

a matter of principle a victim can't be allowed to strike without

being punished, so I rest a moment while Victim tires herself

out, then catch those lethal legs and bind them together.  I'd stubbed

my toe previously on a ring below her, and I find it now and push

the other end of the rope binding her legs through it, then pull

till her legs are stretched fully and tightly, then tie it off. I

take the cane and aim hard strokes against the backs of her

thighs, the blows raining down on them as her angry grunts change

to imploring whimpers.  Under the circumstances, my energy

doesn't last long, and after 20-25 blows I'm spent.  When I stop

striking her thighs I realize that she's rubbing those legs

together again, trying to get that orgasm.  A very determined

woman we have here.  "I'd have liked to have met you in the light

some time, Victim, but with those permanent wrist restraints on I

don't imagine you're ever going to leave here.  But I guess

someone had to be here, and you've a talent for it".  I find the

spreader, untie her legs, feeling her thighs to confirm the

rising welts, and fasten it on her knees in time to prevent her

orgasm, and leave her kicking and moaning.



I've probably already caused lasting damage to her wrists and

arms, but in case she ever does get out of here - and I find

myself hoping, to my surprise, that my business associates can

find some way to free her someday - I adjust the chains so her

toes are back on the ground. I then unlock and close the oral

pear and extract it from her mouth.  When it clears her lips,

she works her jaw for a bit, and, having established that

everything works, shouts "YOU S*O*B ! YOU PROBABLY *CAN'T* GIVE

ANYBODY AN ORGASM..." and continues with a long string of

quite literate and imaginative invective.  Feisty.  If I had time

I'd do her again. Well, I can't stay long, but one last torment

( I hate letting a woman get the last word ).  Leaning against a

table is a sheet of metal with a hole in the middle attached to

some wires.  Since finding the floor ring, I know the purpose of

the metal.  I locate it and the other essential equipment and

place it under her feet.  She doesn't seem to have encountered 

this before.  I hook up the battery and throw the switch on the

transformer "AND ANOTHER THING - AARGH IIIIIEEEEE".  Ah, there's

some last words I can let her have.  I can tell by the sparks

that result when her sweaty feet touch the metal that she's

hopping from one foot to the other to minimize the pain to her

feet without hanging any longer by her wrists.  I wonder how long

she can keep it up.  I figure about 20 minutes, and set the timer

- oops, sorry Victim, I didn't mean to raise the voltage, if

there's any dogs here that shriek will bring them - ah, here's

the timer - for 25 minutes.



Between shrieks she's finding the breath to alternately curse me

and make some really intriguing offers.



I'll sound out my new suppliers.  Maybe I can get her as a

throwin.



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    Steven S. Davis    sdupland@delphi.com     sd@hedonism.com