by Kenneth Harding

Illustrations by Robert Bishop

Originally published in Bound To Please Vol 1 No 7

Scanned by Ekrayon, Edited by guardian46w

Story Codes: M/f, bdsm, reluctant, captive, chloro, rope, balltie, gag, tease, sex, X

Madge Freeman sat at her vanity table., contemplating her lovely, languid features with a kind of narcissistic admiration.  For twenty-four years, she had been the chief high priestess of her own cult, and parents, whose only child she had been, had helped her cultivate it.  Pampered from birth, from nurse to governess to private school and then girls’ finishing school, Madge had only to lift her little finger and whatever she wished was hers.

Her parents had died two years ago., leaving her a comfort¬able inheritance as well as this luxuriously furnished bungalow in the swanky section of Santa Monica.  It was early afternoon on a warm July Saturday, and Madge Freeman, was primping herself for a date this evening with Henry Adams.

He had been dating her for the past six months and, she suspected, would finally propose to her ¬maybe even tonight.  She didn't think she was going to accept him.  He wore glasses, had curly brown hair, was twenty-eight and so painfully old¬ fashioned as to be boring.  He was a research chem¬ist for a huge industrial company and, though he earned quite a good salary at that job, he seemed to be interested in little else than books, music, and discussing the complex chemical formulas with which he worked at the laboratory.

EVEN DREARIER

He had an older sister, Emily, whom Madge had met just once and put down as even drearier than her brother.  She wore glasses too, had her dark-brown hair set in a spinsterish bun, wore dowdy clothes and very often a suit-coat combi¬nation.  She too was one of those bluestocking intellectuals.  Henry's parents were dead like her own, and she really didn't fancy having Emily for a sister-in-law.

Of course, it was true that she was bored even with the handsome swains who dated her, because they wanted just one thing and it was so obvious.  She would take their dinners and their movies and even their presents, but when they indicated that they wanted to wrestle, she would very icily tell them that she really didn't care for that sort of thing and perhaps they had better not see one another again.  Thus far she had emerged unscathed.

Madge Freedman was five feet six inches in height, with light-brown hair in a thick pageboy with the curls turned under.  Her face was oval and selfishness was written all over it.  With a small ripe petulant mouth, insolently staring dark blue eyes, an up tilted, snobbish little nose with widely flaring wings, and affectatious drawl, she was easily stamped as a selfish, self-centered demi-vierge.

GENTLE DROP

Of course, she'd say "no" tonight when Henry asked her.  But he did have a lot of money and he did take her to the nicest restaurants, so perhaps she should do it gently.  Maybe she should just dangle a little hope before him so he wouldn't give up too quickly.  She took out a brush and applied it vigorously to the shimmering sheaf of her thick hair; a maneuver which arched out her big, high-perched, closely set round breasts con¬fined in a tight white nylon bra.  The matching panties snugged spaciously rounded hips, made all the more enticing by the supple slim waist.

She put down the brush, yawned, and decided that she would take a nap.  It was really too warm outside, and she'd just as soon not go out tonight, except that Henry was counting so much on it.  He told her that he had something very special to say to her.  Well, she knew in advance what it would be.

Luxuriously, she stretched out on the bed, rolled over onto her side, and, pillowing her face on her hands, was soon asleep like a placid kitten.  She didn't hear the slight noise of the kitchen window as it was stealthily raised, nor the sound of tip-toeing footsteps coming down the hall to-wards her bedroom.  The door opened quietly and a masked figure entered.  The intruder had closely cropped dark-brown hair and was wearing a man's suit and sneakers.

LIMBO OF DARKNESS

Quietly and swiftly he moved towards the bed on which Madge lay in a light sleep.  Thrusting a gloved hand into the pocket of the suitcoat, the marauder brought out a cloth and then a little bottle, poured the contents of the bottle into the cloth, and then swiftly pressed it to Madge's mouth and nostrils.  The young woman stirred, wakened, tried to gasp, then quickly plunged back into the limbo of darkness.

The masked assailant worked swiftly and effi¬ciently, rolling Madge onto her belly.  Dragging her wrists behind her back, he tied them tightly, and then corded her elbows, pulling them together as tightly as he could.  Slipping off her pumps, he took hold of her ankles and corded them first, then rolled her over onto her back.  Next, the intruder bound the sedated victim's knees together and pushed them back up against her big swelling breasts.  He took a final cord and, tying it under the knees, made it fast behind Madge's back.

THE FINAL TOUCH

Finally, reaching into the other pocket of the suitcoat, the masked assailant took out a short wooden peg which was pierced through a thick rubber ball.  At each end of the peg was a thin tight waxed cord.  Carefully opening the victim's mouth, he pushed the rubber ball between Madge's teeth, then tied the waxed cords together at the back of her neck.

Straightening now, he appeared to be considering his handiwork.  Then he smiled, tiptoed back to the kitchen and out through the window which he carefully slid down.

When Madge Freeman wakened, it was almost six o'clock in the evening and long shadows were filtering through the partly drawn blinds of her bedroom.  Her head ached, and her muscles as well.  Frantic with terror, discovering how she had been treated, she tried desperately to jerk her wrists loose, but could not.  Trying to roll this way and that, she fought her bonds but they would not yield by a single inch.  After half an hour of strug¬gling, she lay on her side panting, sweating, the tabs of her garter belt chafing painfully her pink¬ and white, sheened thighs.  If only she could get to a phone to call for help!

APPROACHING TERROR

And then her heart stool still with terror.  She thought she heard footsteps coming from the kitchen.  She strained her ears with all her might, and sure enough, the footsteps grew louder and closer.

"Mffffaghhhmmmm!!!!" she wailed, trying fran¬tically to call for aid.

The door opened and the footsteps were nearly upon her.  She could hear heavy breathing.  Once again, she tried to cry out, but the gag made her inarticulate.

"I wondered why you didn't call to verify our date.  I was supposed to call for you at six, you know, my dear," it was Henry Adam's voice.

Wildly, Madge Freeman tried to answer him, but once again all that emerged was an incoherent moan and splutter.

PROPER DISCIPLINE

"For a change, you're not very talkative.  I rather like that, Madge.  Because now I can tell you what I was going to tell you tonight, and without fear of interruption.  I want to marry you, Madge, but I know that you're spoiled and selfish and that you don't care for anyone except yourself.  However, I think that by proper disciplinary means, it still isn't too late to turn you into a very obedient and docile and even imaginative partner.  I assume you'd like to get loose now, wouldn't you?"

Madge wildly bobbed her head and moaned again to signify "yes."

"Emily did a very good job with you this after¬noon, I can tell that.  You haven't been able to loosen any of those ropes, have you, my dear?"

She was stricken with horror.  It had been Emily, that mouse-like sister of his, oh no, it was unthinkable!

FOND OF GIRLS

"Yes, it was Emily.  She likes to dress like a man sometimes, because she takes part in a dramatic workshop.  Also, she's very fond of girls, which is why she's never married.  I am, too, especially naughty girls that have to be punished.  And the best way is for you to marry me so that I can have the right to punish you whenever you deserve it.  You will marry me, won't you, Madge dear?

Madge tried to yell out "no," but once again the gag prevented coherence to what she was trying to say.  Henry Adams chuckled and leaned forward, then ripped off her brassiere.  Madge wriggled and twisted, trying to throw herself onto the other side of the bed, but in vain.  His fingers were pinching her nipples, tweaking the curves of that luscious titty.

"I think we'll have you on your side with that big bottom of yours turned up for a sound spank¬ing, my dear.  When you're ready to say yes about marrying me, all you have to do is nod your head, you know," he went on placidly.

Then she felt her panties being ripped off, and she squealed and wailed in shame and despair.  His forefinger was nudging her dainty anus, press¬ing onward toward the thick-fleeced fig of her mound of Venus.  Then it was probing between the soft twitching pink lips of her vulva and digging to the very hymeneal seal of her maidenhood.

FIRST THE SPANKING

He spanked until her bottom was a flaming red and felt twice its normal size.

"You haven't said whether you're going to marry me yet, my dear.  Perhaps I'll have to use the bristled side of a hairbrush.  Then I think I'll leave you tied up all night long and come back at noon.  Or else Emily can do it, if she doesn't forget while she's out shopping," he said conversationally.

Again, Madge wailed, and this time nodded her head.

VERY TEMPTING

"Well, that's very nice.  We'll be married next week, soon as we can get through with the blood tests and the application for the license.  I think now I'm going to have you, Madge.  You're very tempting this way.  I'm going to keep you tied up all through our marriage, because Emily likes to play with girls that way, too.  I don't think you'll have a dull moment, my darling.  Starting with right now."

With that, Henry Adams opened the fly of his slacks and liberated his organ.  Then, taking his place and turning on his side towards the bound and helpless beauty who was clad now only in her garter belt and hose, he arched himself and inserted his penis between the lips of her twitching vulva and then began to fuck her.

Madge Freeman writhed and moaned and sighed, but gradually his virile organ began to teach her the meaning of attonement.

VERGE OF CLIMAX

And when he had finished at last, she lay trembling, on the verge of climax, but not yet released.

"Now, I'll have to leave you here for a while because Emily wants to go out to the shopping center and see if we can't find some nice leather straps and maybe a saddle and a riding crop and other things that we can use during the honeymoon.  I love you very much Madge, and pretty soon I'll show it to you.  Good night, my darling.  Don't worry about being compromised, I'm going to do the honorable thing and marry you for sure.  Emily wouldn't have it any other way.  See you later on, my darling."

Once again there was a sound of footsteps receding, and Madge Freeman, her emotions swirling, her flesh tantalized, lay sobbing and squirming.  How could she have ever thought Henry Adams dull and unimaginative?  She could hardly wait until he finally took off that gag so she could tell him what she really wanted him to do to her.  And what fun it was going to be finding out what sort of cruel bitch Emily could be with her when the time came!

With a happy little sigh, Madge Freeman tried to make the most of her discomfort.  She closed her eyes and tried to sleep until she could give her answer to Henry Adams' imaginative proposal.