Author's note: Whilst this story can be read in isolation, it is part of a series that started with "Hypnotising Cara" and continued with "Cara's Revenge" and may make more sense if read with those. As always all comments and feedback are appreciated.
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Exhausted, Cara walked down the street barely noticing the rain falling on her face. Her shift at work had both started and finished in darkness, now her utmost desire was simply for a hot drink and a rest. Turning the key in the door, she let herself in and fumbled for the lights, missing the footsteps behind her until her hands were grabbed, pulled behind her back and tied into place. Roughly she was shoved, falling onto the sofa. As her head turned, she finally caught a glimpse of her attacker and her scream died before it had even passed her lips.
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The sun was just breaking the horizon when Dylan awoke. As he went about his morning routine, he smiled as he noticed the bruises were finally starting to fade, the marks on his wrists almost unnoticeable. They were a memento of his last visit to Cara, a little reminder of how he had been tied, tormented, beaten and humiliated. "Well," he thought as he made his way to his car, "it's my turn now." As he drove into town, he remembered their encounter and ended up having to stay a couple of minutes extra in the parking lot, hiding, until he was decent again. "So I can't deny that it was fun," he admitted to himself as he walked into the store, "but she has been playing games with me and it's time for me to even up the score." He left the shop and put the bags into the car. "If she wants to play then I'll play her game," he thought, "I'll play it and I'll win it." He smiled as he turned the ignition. "Because I'm going to cheat."
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"Dylan! What are you doing?" she asked before a hand to the throat stopped her.
"I didn't give you permission to speak." He growled, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ball gag.
Cara closed her mouth to try to stop him but her only reward was a slap. She opened her mouth to try to object but he just forced the gag in and quickly tied it behind her head.
"That's better. Now you can say whatever you want; it'll all sound like 'mmmmmmmmm' to me anyway."
He reached into a bag next to him and pulled out a knife. Cara's eyes went wide. "I would hold very still if I was you," he told her, smiling, "this is very sharp and if you're not careful you might lose more than just your clothes."
Helpless, she watched as he grabbed her foot, slicked the knife straight through her laces and threw her trainer into the corner of the room, closely followed by her sock, before doing the same on the other side. Going higher he ripped the buttons of her jeans open then yanked them and her panties off in one pull. Grabbing her feet again, he held her feet in place as he put them into leather cuffs, then spread her legs wide and attached a metal bar between the cuffs, stopping her from being able to close them again. Dragging her down from the couch to the floor, he turned her facedown then sat atop her, using the knife to slash her jacket, top and bra. Under his onslaught, it took no time until they were far too damaged to cover anything and he tore off their shredded remains.
Naked and exposed, Cara tried to will herself into being calm and almost succeeded until she felt the cold steel gently scrapping along her spine. He ran the edge of the blade over her, making her shiver under its attention; along her back it went, round her shoulders, down her arms until it reached her back and started the circuit again. Occasionally he would stop and rest the point of the blade on her skin, letting its weight slowly press into her until it was just about to break the skin before continuing on its journey. Turning around he repeated the movement with her legs, journeying down her long shapely legs, around her ankle, letting the tip dance over the soles of her feet, enjoying the sight of her twitching from the contact whilst trying to keep still lest she stab herself onto the blade. Coming back up he brought it round the cleft of her buttocks and down the other leg. Round and round he went as her skin heated from the attention and her face burned from the minute examination she was under. Finally, he smacked her naked pussy with the flat of the blade, laughing as he drew it away.
He wrapped her long brown hair around his fist, using it to pull her head from the floor. "I knew you would enjoy this," he told her as he made her face the blade, "look how wet you are."
As she looked into her reflection on the blade, she realized it was her own juices that made it glisten so, the wetness she felt as he wiped it clean on her cheek confirming it.
"It's nice of you to be such a horny, kinky freak for me. Maybe I should give you a reward for being such a good girl. But how do you reward someone who is tied up and helpless?" He paused as if lost in thought. "As I recall when you had me in such a position you wanked me off; it would be most rude of me not to return the favour."
As he got off her Cara turned to see what he was doing, watching as he took something that looked like a strap-on out of the bag and came back. Moving behind her, he told her to lift her ass into the air, spanking her hard until she complied, leaving the shape of his hand imprinted on her cheeks, then pushed the dildo into her and used the harness to tie it into place. He turned her over on the floor then stood over her, looking a hundred feet tall and holding a little plastic box in his hand. He pressed a button on it and suddenly she felt the front of the harness start to vibrate around her clit and the dildo moving inside her. A loud moan escaped around the gag in her mouth as the stimulation found a desperation she hadn't realised existed within her.
She watched as Dylan pulled a chair over. Fearfully she saw him reach once again into the bag, scared of what new torment she would receive, yet when he pulled his hand back she saw it was holding a packet of popcorn that he opened and started to munch as he watched her. Humiliated, she tried to resist the sensations, to deny him his show, fighting each moan that was forced from her. She tried to make her body stop clenching, her clit stop burning, her cunt stop sending heat through her veins but it was impossible; within minutes her body released, waves of ecstasy braking over her, her delight obvious.
Opening her eyes, she saw Dylan laughing at her. "This thing has 5 power levels," he told her, "that was just the first."
He pressed the buttons again and the vibrations increased making her already overworked nerve-endings jump. In moments she was quivering again, tension building, her muscles growing taut as she raced back to the peak of the wave. Over she fell, her moans becoming continuous as the sensations overlapped each other, her head feeling lighter and lighter as she struggled to find a gap between them to breathe in, struggled to get enough air around the gag when she did.
