by Tom Speed
Kelly gets on all fours and slowly crawls over to where he is sitting in a chair, legs crossed and holds the remote control. He presses the button, making her body jerk and cry out in pain. It must be on a lower setting as she didn’t feel like the jolt he gave her the first time. She stops in her tracks and peers in his direction, wondering what error she’s made this time.
“You will crawl with your eyes looking at me. I want to see that submissive look.”
Kelly nods and begins to crawl again, but this time looking up at him. Her eyes burn as tears slide down her cheeks. Once she gets to his feet, he sticks his boot out to her and waits. Kelly stares at it until she comes to terms that he wants her to worship him. She closes her eyes and leans in, kissing his boot a few times.
“Good girl. You know who owns you. You will respect and honor me!”
Kelly nods and looks into his eyes, trying to sit still and not allow him to see how she truly feels. She despises this man and hates everything about him. She would rather stab him in the throat and rip his heart out, but he holds all the cards. She glances at the remote in one hand and the knife in the other.
“Now kneel with your arms behind your back. I want your thumb and index fingers touching,” Devin states and gets up to make sure she’s doing it right.
“No!” he yells loud enough that she recoils. “Like this!” he forces her hands against her back, palms out and makes a diamond shape with her fingers and thumb. “This is how you will present to me! Now bend over and put your ass in the air.”
Kelly lowers her head to the floor and places her ass up. She anticipates the punishment she’s about to receive. With five quick crops, Kelly starts to sob. She reaches back when he walks away, feeling the welts that he left behind.
“Remember to follow my directions or else, lil’ one!”
Kelly continues to cry and nods. She moves back into present, wanting to make him happy so she can avoid any more punishment. She presses her shoulders back, having her breasts thrust further in front of her. She lowers her head and eyes. She waits for his return and will obey anything he says. She has no choice. A tear falls onto her bare leg and slips away.
Devin comes to stand behind her and yanks on her hair, pulling her back so she must look into his eyes. “Did I tell you to kneel in present, slave?”
Kelly cries and shakes her head no.
“That’s right! Don’t present unless I tell you to!”
Kelly swallows hard and gazes up at him, feeling her inner Domme coming to the surface, but closes her eyes and takes a breath. He releases her hair and orders her to present while he walks to the chair. She moves into position and lowers her head and eyes.
“Look at me!”
She glances up and sees him flipping the knife open and then closed. He continues to play with it until he leans forward and places it on her left cheek. He looks straight into her eyes and then smiles. “I can never get enough. That fear in your eyes is so beautiful!”
She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, as she understands that he will never be satisfied. Even if she learned to submit completely, she’d lose the fear and he’d get bored with her. She gasps as he makes a small cut on her cheek, feeling the blood trickling down until he licks it away.
“Get off your knees and get in the bed. I want your limbs spread wide.”
Kelly moves quickly to the bed and lies on her back, stopping abruptly when he yells, “NO! On your stomach!”
She flips over and slowly slides her hands to the corners, waiting for Devin. She tries her best not to cry; her emotions are on overdrive. She remains still, closing her eyes as she doesn’t want to see what’s next. She finally turns to look after being ordered. She sees the wooden paddle and gulps. She looks at him and then the paddle, hoping he’s not going to be too rough.
“If you move an inch, I’ll punish you. So, stay still or else.”
She nods her head and closes her eyes tight. She squeezes her ass cheeks together and jerks when the paddle strikes her with more force than she’s ever felt. Her hands move slightly as Devin counts out, “One!”
He paddles her again and counts, “Two!”
He continues this, ten times and of course she moved on every strike. There was no way to prevent it. She opens her eyes and looks back, seeing him put the paddle away and begins to play with that knife again. She cringles but holds her position. She feels that the paddling alone is punishment and can’t stop wondering what he’ll do next. She whimpers, when she feels his naked body slithering up her body, pressing against her when he lowers himself. His warm breath sends shivers down her spine while she cringes. He lifts his body and begins to run the cold steel over her back and then nicks her. He waits for the blood to ooze out and licks it off her back.
Kelly cries as he marks her back several times, before climbing off and goes to the bench. He looks for a few items and orders her to get on her hands and knees.
She climbs on the floor and waits for him, staring at her pair of jean shorts and notices that her phone is in her pocket. Thinking quick, she presses the sound button and turns off the ringer, sliding the pants under the bed. She can only hope that he won’t hear the buzzing and Bruce will come look for her. Maybe there is a way out of this situation after all.
“What are you doing?”
Kelly leaps and looks up at him, trusting that he didn’t see her hiding her shorts. She gazes up with submissive eyes, distracting him a bit.
“Mmm, that’s my good girl. You know that I want you always looking at me.”
“MMmmYs, mmmSrmmm!” she replies into the gag.
She watches as Devin attaches a leash to the shock collar and begins to lead her around the room. He makes her crawl behind him and when he stops, expects her to remain still or present if he demands it. She nods as drool spills onto the floor, then lifts her head to glance up at him. She does her best to keep her head high, though she’s getting a crick in her neck. She lowers her head just a little and receives a shock through the collar. She moans her displeasure and gives him a dirty look before thinking. She soon regrets it when he grabs her wrists and pulls them behind her, connecting them with a clip. She feels her ankles meeting her wrists and is tied into a tight hogtie. Devin gets some string and weaves it into her ponytail and yanks it back. He ties her head, so she must look forward and kneels in front of her.
“You’re going to get used to looking up for as long as I want, so this will help you. I’ll be back later,” he states and walks up the stairs.
Kelly fights with the cuffs until she’s exhausted and finally lies still as her head hurts from being pulled back. Her neck has an awful pain that is increasing and there’s no way to relieve it. She will be stuck in this position until Devin returns and lets her out. She weeps, trying to avoid sobbing so it doesn’t pull on her sore scalp. She looks back towards the jean shorts and feels a bit of hope rise inside. She needs to hold on to the fact that Bruce will be expecting her to check in. He might even be on his way now.
Kelly continues to be tied in the strict hogtie, waiting for the kidnapper to return. It seems like hours and yet he hasn’t come down to even check her wellbeing. She so needs a break from this position. Her back, shoulders, neck and head all hurt. She's about at her wit’s end and wants to take a piece of this shithead’s ass. The Domme inside begins to build, wanting to put him in his place and teach him a thing or two.
She glances at the stairs and sees that the shadows are creeping their way towards the bottom step and assumes that the sun is setting. She squirms within her bonds, wondering if he’s going to leave her this way all night. She wouldn’t put it past the asshole. Closing her eyes, she starts to have vivid dreams that keep her up half the night.
Chapter 23
Bruce walks into the bay when James and George approach him. “Have you seen or heard from Kelly?”
“No, in fact I haven’t. I meant to call her last night, but it totally slipped my mind,” Bruce replies and has an image o
f his wife bound and gagged.
“She hasn’t called out sick and will be AWOL in 5 minutes. Can you try to call her cell phone? She didn’t answer when we called her,” George states and gives him a look of concern. “She’s never late.”
“I know. Let me try to call her now,” Bruce says and gets his phone.
He presses the phone to his ear and listens to it ring several times before it goes to voice mail. He tries to call again; in case she was up really late and is oversleeping. Again, there’s no answer as he gives the two men a look.
“Cap, she’s not answering the phone. Do you want me to drive over to her place?” Just as he says this, the tones go off, “Engine 55 and rescue 55, respond to a structure fire.”
“Can’t now. We need to run this call. I will advise the chief when he is on scene. We’ll find her, but right now we need to put out a fire,” George states and points to the man waiting for relief. “Go ahead and respond. I don’t know where Kelly is, and you don’t have relief. You’re stuck for now.”
“Yes, sir.”
They climb into the trucks and start responding to the fire, seeing a black column of smoke ahead. “It’s a working fire and it looks big!”
“Yes, sir,” James yells from the back.
“We may be on this a long time, Cap,” Bruce says and turns to look at George.
“I know, but she’s a big girl. We’ll check on her afterwards.”
Bruce turns his attention back to the road and wishes he could tell the captain that there’s more to the story than just her being late. He continues to worry as he looks out the front window and sees a large warehouse heavily involved in fire.
“James, pull a two-and-a-half-inch handline to the front of this store. Bruce, get me a water supply and get ready for an aerial operation,” George says and then gets on the radio. “Engine 55 is on scene of a large warehouse with heavy smoke and fire coming from the front of the store. We will be initiating an attack and will need the first arriving ladder truck to set up their stick. Engine 55 will be passing command.”
Bruce watches James pull the handline into position and then charges it. The water drives through the hose, straightening it out as it fills the hose with air and water. James bleeds the air out of the hose and places his mask on before opening the nozzle again. He slowly begins to push the fire back into the building. Meanwhile, Bruce can only think about Kelly and wonders where she is. When no one is looking he gets his phone and dials her number. Again, she doesn’t answer, so he clicks the location app and waits for it to find her phone. He taps his foot impatiently wanting to view the map and get an idea of where she is, but he has to put the phone away quickly.
“Bruce, we need that supply line!” his captain orders.
Bruce is so worried about Kelly he forgot to extend the 4-inch supply line to the hydrant. He looks at the pump panel and sees that he’s got only a half a tank of water left.
“Shit!” he yells and grabs the line, stretching it to the hydrant. He opens the main port, flushing the hydrant of debris and quickly screws the adapter onto it before attaching the supply hose. He goes back to the engine and breaks the line off, so he can hook it up to an intake and must run back to the hydrant, so he can turn it on. The water enters the pump, just as they run out of water. James looks back, but soon his line charges again and he continues his work.
Bruce wipes the sweat from his brow and then climbs back onto the pump panel. He’s about to look at the phone when he remembers that he needs to be ready for the ladder. He pulls another section of supply line and places it where the ladder truck will setup. He puts his end on the discharge and waits for the ladder to pull up and helps the firefighter hook the hose into their truck. Bruce opens the line, allowing the water to go through the supply line and into the pipe that runs under the ladder. Soon the water is flowing onto the fire from above and begins to make slow progress on putting out the flames.
Bruce exhales, and then is ordered to assist the firefighters with getting a few more hoses to each side of the building. It’s taking everything he has as he muscles the heavy hoses around and needs to place his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
“Dammit, I need to get back into the gym. This shit is for the young,” he slowly makes his way to his engine and charges all the lines. He needs to pay close attention to them, making sure each hose is getting the correct pressure. He doesn’t need one of the lines going down and having a firefighter get burned or worse. He takes another deep breath and exhales. “Okay, I think we are set,” he says out loud and gets on the radio to tell his captain that he can’t give any more water than what’s already flowing. The hydrant doesn’t have any extra pressure to supply more water to the fire.
“10-4, Bruce. We will see if there’s another hydrant on the other side,” George replies.
The fire burns out of control for several hours, consuming almost half the building before the radio finally says that they have stopped the fire’s progression. The crew of engine 55 are just about out of gas as they replace the hose lines. Once the last supply hose is back on the rig, they take a few moments to stand behind the engine and talk about the fire. The things they could do better and what went well. Then Bruce breaks up the tailboard discussion by asking if Kelly made it to work?
They look at the chief who makes a quick call to station 55 and shakes his head. They all look at each other and start fearing the worst, especially Bruce who knows that she’s had a stalker for a few weeks. He gets his phone from his pocket and is surprised when the map shows her whereabouts. “What they hell is she doing on that side of town?”
“What’s that, Bruce?”
“Umm, nothing. It appears I have a family emergency.”
“Do you need to leave halfway through the shift?” the chief asks and looks at his watch. “It’s 8 pm, can this wait until tomorrow? You know how hard it is to get someone to come in for only half of a shift.”
“Sorry chief, but I really need to go! In fact, Cap, if you are ready?”
“Yea, we can turn the scene over to the ladder company. If the chief is fine with it?”
“That’s fine, but make sure he does his sick leave form.”
“Yes, sir,” George answers and gets into the cab of the truck.
The crew of engine 55 speed back towards the station. Bruce taking corners like he’s on two wheels. He speeds past an elderly couple as they were about to step into the street.
“Hey, man! Is everything okay?”
“I don’t think so, but I can’t say anything yet. I have to go check on something.”
“Is it your son or daughter?”
“No, it’s Kelly and if my hunch is correct, she’s in trouble.”
George gives him a funny look before he opens his mouth and then shuts it again. He’s better off not knowing anything until Bruce knows what’s going on. George just stares out the window and hopes that Kelly is fine, and that Bruce is overreacting.
Chapter 24
Kelly opens her eyes. She looks at the stairs and moans in pain. She sees Devin standing at the foot of the stairs and is just staring at her, talking to himself again. She yells into her gag and struggles in the ropes. She stops struggling as drool flows onto the floor. She studies the calendar over the bench and realizes she’s supposed to be heading to work or be there by now. She is hopeful that Bruce will know something is wrong and come to her rescue.
Kelly sighs in relief while Devin cuts the rope and the string with his knife. He helps her to sit and stares at her with those lifeless eyes. He smacks his head a few times and then releases the gag. He gets up to reach for the plate of apples slices that are on the bench, carrying them to her and sits on the hard floor. He pokes the first one with his knife and holds it to her mouth. Kelly looks at the apple and then at him until he yells, “Eat!”
With a surprised jerk, she leans in and carefully takes the apple off the knife and chews it slowly. She swallows hard, trying to fight the urge to pu
nch him in the throat. She slowly eats all the apples off the same knife that he’s used to cut her delicate skin several times. Her back still burns from each wound.
“Present, slave! I hope your night in a strict hogtie has improved your posture,” Devin says with his back turned to her.
Kelly rolls her eyes and wants to tell him that she’s too sore to present. She looks up at him but bites her lip and keeps her mouth shut. She kneels on her knees and places her arms behind her back, bearing the pain in her shoulders and neck. She keeps her head up and glares at him until he turns around holding a thick leather belt. Her eyes get wide and she trembles with fear, knowing that he isn’t done punishing her. She wiggles slightly but stops when she realizes he’ll just make it worse on her.
Kelly keeps her eyes fixed upon his, waiting to see if he’s only threatening her or if he’s going to use this weapon on her ass. She wants to close her eyes and take a deep breath but is afraid to take her eyes off him. She’s about to get punished and doesn’t want Devin to add to it.
“Don’t you dare move! I’m going to use this belt on your breasts. When I am done, you will roll over and get on your forearms and knees, so I can belt your ass too. Understood?”
Kelly begins to cry and nods. She interlocks her hands to her wrists, to prevent from moving too much. There’s no way she can take this belt, holding this present position. She watches as the first swing strikes her right breast, leaving behind a bright red mark. She screams out in pain. He doesn’t hesitate and uses the belt on her left breast. She again screams and starts to pant as the burning in each breast is almost too much to bear. She’s starting to become very agitated, holding her breath as the belt comes down hard and gets the left breast again. It causes a sharp pain to shoot through her chest while she begins to tremble uncontrollably. The feeling in her breasts is like nothing she’s experienced before. She hurts everywhere and she just wants this nightmare to be over with.