Nathan was hoping he could keep this moment immortalized forever and spend several silent minutes drinking in all the details. After being deprived of her for so long, she was finally right back to where she belonged: with him. Standing in front of him was Samantha, the object of his obsession for the past year and a half. She was sweaty, her head having been enclosed in a leather hood for who knew how long before he had removed it, and her arms were trapped behind her back in a black leather armbinder. Black leather cuffs on her ankles and a thick collar completed her bondage and signalled her status as a slave, although her former owner was now dead upstairs in the kitchen.
For her part, Samantha looked extremely nervous. It had been just like any other day of her captivity since she had been kidnapped after class and then trained to be a slave, kept in secure, tight bondage, locked away in a cage. Since being bought she’d spent most of her time deprived of most of her senses with the black leather hood laced on her head, her arms trapped in this blasted leather armbinder and given no opportunity to even think about escaping. And then she had been pulled out of her cage today, the hood unlaced to reveal the man she immediately recognized as her original kidnapper. A surge of fury coursed through her body, sputtering out almost immediately as her restraints went untouched and a look of lust seemed to pass over his face.
Nathan finally came to his senses in the dungeon and began looking around the room. It was as well stocked as any dungeon could be, and he intended to take as much as he could back to his safehouse. Taking a leash, he looped it around the bars of her cage and snapped it to the collar around her neck. “Don’t go anywhere, soon you’ll be nice and safe with me, but I need to take a look around first.”
She let out a series of muffled pleas, made unintelligible by the ballgag filling her mouth as he walked out of the room and back upstairs to where Sam’s former owner was dead. Nathan went through his pockets, removing the cash in the wallet that amounted to quite a bit before starting through the bedrooms to find anything of value he could possibly steal. He was originally only here for Samantha, but given the opportunity he would gladly rob the place as well before spiriting her away. In the bedroom he found two cash stashes as well as two large suitcases that he could put to good use. The cherry on top.
Satisfied with his haul, he took the two suitcases back downstairs. One he filled with armbinders, hoods, cuffs, as well as everything that was inside a locker that was labelled with Samantha’s name that included catsuits and restraints that were most likely custom made for her body. The duffel bag containing his haul from the bedrooms and other rooms was placed on top, while the suitcase he opened up and placed on the ground. Samantha had been watching him work and as she laid eyes upon the suitcase she realized what it was for and began pleading again through her gag. “You know it is inevitable.” Nathan said as he stroked her cheek, causing her to flinch. “I’m going to take you somewhere far away, somewhere safe. It’ll just be you and me like it was destined to be.”
He unleashed her from the cage and pointed to the padded bench. “Sit.”
Faced with no choice, Samantha obeyed. The short three inch chain hobbling her ankles made the process slow, but eventually she was able to shuffle over to the bench and sat down. Unslinging the backpack that was on his back, Nathan withdrew from inside a pair of familiar white boots. Samantha’s eyes went wide as he held her Doc Martens up in front of her, which he had taken as a trophy when he had originally kidnapped her. With a grin, he lifted up her right foot and fitted the boot onto her foot before lacing it up. There was a sense of familiarity and comfort that came with finally being reunited with something that she owned. She wiggled her feet, feeling the leather once again as the boots were fully laced onto her feet and the man smiled at her. A smile that soon vanished as his face was greeted with the sole of her boots as she lifted both feet and kicked out with everything she had.
Nathan was thrown backwards onto the ground, a snarl of rage building in his throat as Samantha jumped up off the bench and tried to make it for the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked as he got back to his feet and grabbed Samantha by the hair.
With her legs hobbled, Samantha only got a few steps before she was pulled backwards right into his arms. She was satisfied to see a large red imprint appearing on his face but now she knew she was going to pay for it. “That was a very naughty thing to do.” Nathan scolded her. “But we’ve wasted enough time, let’s get you ready to go home.”
Despite being equipped with weapons on her feet, which was part of the reason why she had bought the boots to begin with, Sam knew it was over. It was over the minute he had snatched her and pulled her into that van back at school last year. Panting around her ballgag from the exertion of her attempted run, she allowed him to force her onto the ground and switch out the ankle hobble for a padlock that connected her cuffs together. Leather straps were added above and below her knees and an additional strap went from the knee straps to her collar, forcing her into a small ball as her breasts were pressed against her thighs. One more strap went from the D ring on the end of her armbinder to her ankles, trapping her boots against her butt and officially making her a ball with no room to even twitch. “Goodnight Samantha.” Nathan said as he kissed her forehead and held up the hood. “When you wake up, you’ll be nice and safe with me.”
With one last look at her wide brown eyes, he brought the hood back down over her head, pulling her hair through the hole and lacing it up tightly so it fit like a second skin against her head and depriving her of her senses. He placed her inside the suitcase and strapped her down with the internal straps to make sure she was unable to move before wiping sweat from his forehead. He was all set to go, in a couple of hours it would just be him, Samantha, and all the time in the world.
A moan behind him jolted him out of his daydream after zipping up the suitcase containing Samantha and he was suddenly reminded that there were three other captives still in their cages. None of them were Samantha, but he was in a good mood after being reunited with the girl that he loved so he decided that once he was far enough away and safe from any potential retaliation, he would call it in to the authorities about the captives in the basement dungeon. Lugging the suitcase containing Samantha up the stairs, he loaded up his van and was soon on his way to safety with the girl that he had fallen for, never to be separated again.