Sue sobbed, most of the fear leaching from her body. She mumbled a thank you into the cloth in her mouth. He laughed. "Don't thank me yet, " he said darkly, "someone still wants you dead and that person can always hire another hit man." He straightened. "Besides, a man like me has a certain rep. Cant have it getting around that I 'm soft enough to let a mark go. Too many people will see that as weakness, and that will never do. The only solution I can see is to take you with me. I have a place for you, at my feet and in my bed. If you want to live?"

Sue sniffed but nodded quickly. He smiled. "Just a couple more things to do," he said. He blinked at the screen.

"Looks like we have a winner," he said smugly.

"Ummmmpppph?"

Her captor smiled. "Seuss, he's the lawyer from Washington State isn't he honey? The one always trying to ask you out?"

Sue shook her head. "Ummm!"

He laughed softly. "No matter, he will do for now." He started typing. "Let's start out by telling him about Melissa and the measles shall we?" His eyes flashed over Seuss' reply. "Nice fellow," he said, "offers straight away to show you Seattle." He typed again and Sue leant forwards reading with horror the words he was typing.

"I'm afraid you're being a bit of a flirt tonight Susan, yanking his chain just a little." He typed. "Now let's see what he'll do if he gets lucky?" As Sue watched he typed again, accepting Seuss' offer, agreeing to come to Seattle on the first available bus.

"He's offering airfare but we'll turn that down, you have your pride after all," he said with a low chuckle., "now let's fix a date.There. I bet he's the happiest man alive right now and the perfect place for the police to start when they can't find you in January."

He finished up, typed the good-byes and closed the machine down.

He turned to the struggling girl. "Now lets see what we can do with you?"

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"Perfect," he said, soft brown eyes looking over Sue as she stood in the center of her apartment. The girl teetered in the red thigh boots with the on the 4 inch heels that he had made her wear. The boots had been a mistake, something bought to increase her outfit's kink quotient the first time she had attended a play party. She had found them almost impossible to walk in, and rather than the sleek sexy walk she had envisaged she had spent the evening tottering between chairs like a pensioner. If the boots had been hard to walk in then it was even harder now. At knee level her legs were joined by a short hobble that stopped her from taking anything more than a modest step. Above her knees she had another problem in the form of a tight rope that passed between her legs and was pulled up tightly forcing the silk panties deep into her sex. One end of this rope was tied to her bound wrists, the other tied in a tight loop around her waist. More rope ringed her body, tying her arms tightly by her side. Finally, the gag had been strengthened with the addition of many layers of wide silver tape. Sue could barely move and couldn't make any significant sounds.

Nodding he picked up her long winter coat. He paused for a moment, sticking the arms into the pockets before wrapping it over her shoulders and fastening the buttons. Taking her scarf he wrapped it around her mouth and nose to hide the gag. The addition of her wooly hat and the dressing was finished.

He adjusted his own coat and pulled her close.

"Look at me," he said.

She looked up at him, scared and submissive.

"You will come with me quietly and cause me no trouble," he said stroking her cheek, "cooperate and you will live, fight, run away and you die. Attract anyone's attention and they are dead. Understand?"

She nodded, snuggling herself into his side as he led her through the door. They met no one on their way down but out on the street people went about their last minute shopping.

The couple walked on heads down against the weather. The passers by distracted by the weather and busy with other things didn't bother to look closer. If they did they may have wondered about the woman's strange walk and her odd "fuck me" boots. They may have wondered why the man held her so close, almost carrying her as they forced their way through the crowd. Most of all they may have wondered why the woman needed to stop every block, why she snuggled her companion and trembled in his arms, almost like she was in the midst of an intense orgasm.

But it was Christmas and nobody looked.



She waited patiently on his bed. Not that he had left her any choice, cords bound her satin gloved wrists behind her back, yet more wrapped her elbows binding them to her body. She shifted slightly on the springy surface feeling the cords that frog tied her ankles to their respective stockinged thighs. They had driven for a long time, so long that Sue had fallen asleep in the back of his car. She remembered him gently lifting her out, how she had smelt the cold clean air and knew immediately that they had left New York, even though her blindfold covered eyes couldn't see her new location.

He had taken her inside, unbound her in a bathroom, showered her again before dressing her in clean, expensive lingerie made of silk and fine lace. She remembered the baby blue corset that tightened around her, the matching stockings that were fastened to the garters. He had made her fix her makeup at that point, blusher for her cheeks, scarlet lipstick with liner and preserver. Then he had made her put on the gloves, long white satin dress gloves that went all the way up her arms, gloves he said would protect her delicate skin from the cords with which he would bind her.

And bind her he did. Each ankle bound to its thigh, leaving her helpless, unable to move but still easily accessible. Then he had bound her wrists, her arms. A knotted silk scarf had cleaved her cherry lips reducing her questions to polite murmurs. Then had come the blindfold, padded white leather, blocking out her attempts to see what was next.

And so she sat nervous but incredibly turned on. Listening to the sound of the shower, to the sound of the man that had tied her and taken her forcibly from her home, as he prepared to come and rape her.

Rape? She wasn't sure she could call it that. Certainly a girl bound and gagged awaiting her rapist would be scared, terrified maybe? And yet all Sue felt was a growing excitement as she fidgeted and waited silently on the bed. This was after all what she had dreamt of. The Master, dark mysterious and powerful, ready to bind and control her, use her for his pleasure.

Even HIS ropes felt more like a hug than a prison. She shook her head trying to cast off her schoolgirl-silly thoughts and concentrate on escape. Except she wasn't sure if she wanted to escape.

She jerked as his hand caressed her cheek.

"I need to dress," he told her in his rich dark voice. She felt his hand stroke the front of the side laced silken G string she was wearing. Suddenly she smelt something. musky.

"My goodness you're damp," he said, the laughter evident in his voice, "and you are trembling like a school girl on a first date." He chuckled, a rich sound so different from the stern way he had spoken to her in the apartment. She found that oddly comforting as she blushed crimson with extreme embarrassment.

"I will be a few more minutes," he told her, "here, let me arrange some entertainment while you wait." She heard it then, the low buzzing of an electrical toy. You yelped into the gag, squirming and moaning as he played the vibrating tip of the device up and down her silk front panties. In a moment her nipples seemed bullet hard, her head was back, she made deep moaning sounds in her throat, her mouth chewing on the silk of the gag. He moved the toy up and then down her slit. The panties in between making the motion smoother, slinkier and sexier than she had experienced before. She whimpered as the device started downwards. She bounced on the bed, adjusting her position and opening her bound legs wider, giving him more access. He chuckled and she felt the band or her panties being pulled forward. Two gentle fingers parted the wet folds of her sex and then she felt the cylindrical intruder sliding down, resting between her parted lips as his hands withdrew.

Sue moaned and bucked, the vibe moved a little but he had not rolled back her clit hood and the toy rested between her sensitive bud and the mother lode of sensation. The little strip of skin dampened things, not much, but enough. Turned on, the vibration buzzing her clit, her lips and the dripping entrance to her sex Sue knew that she would never get off. She was teased to distraction, but the orgasm would never be hers.

Sue fell onto her side then rolled onto her front, bound legs open as wide as the bonds would allow, silk panties pressed against the silken cover of the bed. She whimpered, panting with need as she started to hump the bed. Her body slipped over the silk sheets but they proved to be a little too slick, though the sensation of the silk against her skin upped the sensation level a little, the sheets did not offer any resistance to the vibrator or her soaked panties. As she desperately struggled on the bed the extra cunt stimulation she needed seemed as far away as ever.

She heard him chuckle, felt his hands rolling her back to a kneeling position.

"My, my, what a horny little slut you are Susan," he laughed, "it seems I can't leave you alone for a moment."

He freed her breasts from the corset cups, hands playing slowly over her erect nipples. Sue writhed. Unable to see, her world became full of tactile sensation. The insistent buzzing of the vibrator against her sex, her own wetness, his hand on her soft breast flesh, the gentle squeezing of the corset, the taste of the silk in her mouth.

It came together in one thought and concept. Well, not one, really two thoughts that meant the same, or was it four or six? She was helpless-bound-safe-wanted-owned-helpless.

And it felt good.