She woke as the hand was placed over her mouth. The shock of it caused her to draw in breath, but with the hand where it was she couldn't inhale, causing a sensation of being smothered which started her panic. Her nose hadn't been covered, and she drew breath in through that, and the smell of him woke her fully. She tried to raise herself off the bed, but he leaning over her and pushed her back down easily. The fear then set in and she tried to scream, but his hand muffled it and all that came out was a whimper. She struggled against him trying to get away, but he was strong and she couldn't move. After a couple of minutes she settled down, realising it was futile.
"That's better," he said, "no point struggling. You're mine now."
The sound of his voice got her moving again, determined to get away this time, but it only lasted a few seconds before she fell back, breathing heavily and smelling him with every breath. She looked up at him, his face covered with a balaclava, and she saw the lust in his eyes. He wanted her, he was going to have her in every way he wanted, and there was nothing she could do about it. He had caught her sleeping, at her most vulnerable. Tears welled in her eyes.
He shifted on top of her, but she didn't bother struggling this time, she needed to conserve her energy in case an opportunity arose to flee. Then he lifted his hand from her face and she opened her mouth to scream. Before she could draw enough breath he had placed a rag over her mouth and was pushing it between her lips and over her teeth. He pushed the rag to the sides filling her cheeks and making sure her mouth was completely filled, then placed his hand over her mouth again and watched her intently. After a minute he lifted his hand and placed tape over her mouth, firmly securing it and ensuring there would be no screams. He smiled.
"Now we can get started."
Her turned his attention to the bed beside her and she followed his gaze. Lying there was a large cloth bag with its mouth wide open, inside she could see rope, lots and lots of rope. Her fear mounted and she started struggling again, but it was short lived as she remembered she had to pick her moment.
He reached into the bag and grabbed a length of the tan coloured rope. As he pulled it out she saw how long it was and finally realised he was going to take his time with her. This was not going to be a short evening, and she had barely slept. The rope free in his hands he turned back to look at her and saw the fear through her tears.
"Now we can't have you distracting me while I do this," he said, reached around behind him and grabbed what appeared to be a black cloth. When he opened it up she saw it was a heavy cloth bag. He grabbed her hair and tugged, so she lifted her head to avoid him pulling it up by the hair, then he placed the bag over her head and pulled the drawstring at the bottom, securing it under her chin. The bag blocked the light completely and made breathing even more difficult, so she focused on her breathing while he set to work.
Rolling her onto her stomach, he grabbed her arms and pulled them back. Using the rope he had grabbed from the bag he made a loop just above her elbows and pulled, forcing her elbows closer together. When he was convinced that they couldn't move any more he wrapped the rope around her arms a few more times before using the last of it's length to cinch it and tie it off. The result was her arms were firmly secured behind her back a thick rope handle about a foot long between them. A shorter length of rope was then used to bind her wrists, again with a tight cinch. After this was complete he rolled her onto her back again, forcing all her weight onto her tightly bound arms. She tried to scream, but the gag and hood meant all she could do was grunt.
The next item out of the bag was a roll of thick rubber tape. Turning around he faced her feet and grabbed her by the ankles. Experience told him this next part would be tricky as her legs were strong and he needed to get this right if the tape was going to hold, so to reduce her struggles he lowered his weight onto her, forcing the breath out of her and pinning her arms painfully. A few seconds of this and she was still, focusing completely on breathing and not struggling to avoid hurting her arms even more. Then he set to work.
First he moved her left leg so that her heel was almost against her panties then he put one of his knees on her leg to hold it in place. The other leg he moved until the soles of her feet were touching, then he started taping them together. The tape went around her feet several times, all the way from the toe to her heel, then he wrapped it around one heel firmly securing it, then a few more times around the feet then the other heel. When he was done her feel were locked sole to sole, preventing her from being able to close her legs at all. She could barely move, but her discomfort was only starting.
Taking a short length of rope in hand, he then picked her up. She squealed and thrashed against her bonds, to no avail. He was strong and sure, and he had her completely at his mercy, even though she believed that mercy was not something we was even considering. Of all the things he might be considering, mercy was definitely not one of them.
Taking her off the bed be placed her on her knees next to one of the bedposts. Her feet bound together the way they were, she couldn't support her own weight, and she fell forward against him. Using the short length of rope he secured the rope between her elbows to the bedpost so it would take her weight, then he stepped away and looked at her.
She was on her knees which were held wide apart. Her feet were under her ass, taped sole to sole so they were forced to rest on the floor sideways, her ankles twisted. Unable to support her own weight this way she was leaning forward, and all her weight was taken by her arms, which were firmly secured behind her, her elbows separated by about a foot of thickly wrapped rope and her wrists bound. The weight of her torso was forcing her elbows up behind her, lifting them almost to the same height as her shoulder blades. It was obvious she was in a lot of pain, and that made him smile at the thought of the fun that was yet to come.
Now that she was in position, the hood was just in the way, he reached under her chin and loosened the cord then grabbed the top of the hood and pulled it off. Her eyes were open, and she closed them tight as the light hit them after being in the dark. When she opened them she looked up at him and he could see the pain she was feeling, alive deep within the glow of her eyes. His cock started to stiffen as he saw how helpless she was feeling. He thought about how good it would feel to stick his cock in her mouth and see how she liked having his dick forced down her throat, but she wasn't broken yet, and he needed to break her spirit before he would put his cock between her teeth. But it would happen soon enough, he knew that for sure. He had brought just the thing.
First he had to finish her restraint, making her just right for the action that was to come. Her breasts were large and soft, and the way she was leaning forward they hung down slightly as they fell against her angled body. He wanted them more upright, more accessible, and most importantly more sensitive. He loved the look and feel of tits under pressure, and it was time to put pressure on these beauties. Two good lengths of rope was all that would be needed, and he retrieved them from the bag.
He started with a loop of the rope behind her back, then brought it in front, passing it under her breasts and back around behind her. Then linked through itself the rope came forward again, this time in the other direction. The next passes of the rope here just above her tits, back and forth. Then he looped the rope at the back again and brought it over her left shoulder, passing it under the rope loops above her tits and then over and under the one below. Back over her shoulder and secured at the back and he had the base ready for the real action.
The other length of rope started just above the top loops around her, linking around the shoulder ropes and cinching them together. Then he pulled this rope through the one under her tits and pulled it tight. The ropes above and below were pulled together tightly, pinching the inside of her tits and forcing them up slightly. He did a couple more loops making sure it was tight and would hold. She was looking down at what he was doing, aware of the two long ends of the rope that were hanging down from the centre of this harness and fearing what they were for. She looked so beautiful as she knelt there, completely at his mercy, and she would look much better when he was done with those lengths of rope.
He started with her right tit, grabbing it and pulling it out and up, forcing more pressure onto her arms behind her. Then grabbing one of the trailing ends of the rope he passed it under the tit and wrapped it tightly around the whole circumference. Loop after loop of rope bit into the flesh of her breast, and quickly it started to darken from the pressure caused by the rope. It took nearly a dozen loops to satisfy him, and he was glad her breasts were large and soft enough to handle them. Then he tied off that end and gathered the other one. This time her right tit was secured in exactly the same way, the rope biting into her soft flesh and pinching her skin horribly. By the time he was done and her second tit was turning dark pink, the first was a pale red, and he knew that they would both darken more soon enough.
As he stepped back to look at her she looked down at what he had done to her breasts. To her they looked like two light globes, small at the base where the rope bit cruelly into them, and round and bulbous for their bulk. They were darkening as she watched, and she could feel the pressure building in them as the blood that rushed into them was restricted by the tight binds. She couldn't decide what hurt most, her shoulders, her breasts or her ankles. She looked up at him knowing that by the end of this she would hurt a lot more than she did right now.
He had left his new toy, the one that would break her for sure, in the bottom of the cloth bag not wanting her to see it by accident until he was ready. He walked around the bed so she could not see him as he withdrew it, even though she craned her neck to try to follow him. He reached into the bag and past all the rope and found the cold leather by touch. He sighed with delight as he brought it out, his new toy, the one he was here to use, the one he wanted to see in action. It was a tightly braided black leather whip about two feet long and ending in a tight knot. It had no solid handle, it was just thicker at the base so that when he held it in his hand it was flexible and he could feel the braids against his palm. Making sure she couldn't see him he flicked it in a practice swing, causing a short sharp swish that cut the air beautifully. At this sound his bound beauty issued a muted yelp and started to struggle against her restraints. He walked back to her, letting the whip swing by his side like a slow pendulum. At the sight of it her eyes bulged and she frantically fought her bonds, using all her strength to try to break free. He just watched her as she caused herself more pain and discomfort in her futile attempts to escape.
He raised his arm, letting the whip flick back and rest over his shoulder. Her eyes followed it and she was panting behind the gag, breathing in short breaths dragged in and out through her nose several times a second. She was scared of the whip, but he suspected she wasn't as scared as she should be. He could fix that easily enough.
