It was dark. That was good. Dark suited her purpose.
The thin latch gave way easily on the first blow, the sound muffled by rag. Anne slid the window upward and climbed inside. She was in an annex just off the kitchen to the left. It was black in the house, but she'd been there before as a guest. The layout memorised, she inched toward the living room feeling her way along the wall. Round the floor hall table with the lamp, felt carpet underfoot. Not far to go. The case of rare coins was on the far side of the room. Over ten grand's worth in coins just sitting there under glass. Not for long.
Suddenly a noise from behind and she was slammed face first into the wall. The air went from her lungs and drained her strength. She felt her assailant pull her round to face him, grab her arms and heard the metal click of the cuffs as they locked around her wrists. Her legs went from under her as her captor swung his legs knocking her off balance. Once on the ground, he pulled a rag from his pocket and used it to gag her, tying the knot securely behind her head. Helpless and still winded from the collision with the wall she didn't resist as she was frogmarched through the house to a small door built into the back wall. Taking a key from inside a small pot on a shelf nearby, the man unlocked the door revealing a set of wooden stairs descending into a room below. The man pushed her in the back and, afraid she'd tumble in the dark, Anne started walking down lest she be prodded again. Behind her she heard a click as the man found the light switch and the place became bathed in light.
It was a dungeon. The two walls Anne could see were covered with whips and canes of all shapes and sizes, all nearly arranged by size and material. Chains and ropes hung down from the ceiling throughout the whole place, suspended by beams and hooks. On the floor sat more disturbing contraptions: a wooden horse with metal hoops dug into the legs and, further to the right, a set of wooden stockings with a solid metal lock to hold the sections together. A further step revealed the presence of a sturdy metal bed, with plenty of hoops adorning each of the four bedposts. As her eyes took this in, Anne reeled back and whimpered into her gag, but two strong hands on her shoulders forced her down the stairs into the room. As she reached the bottom she heard the door above them shut with a loud thud that echoed through the chamber.
Panicked, Anne tried to run again but the man held her easily and slapped her across the face. Pulling one of the ropes from the ceiling toward him, he then reached down and fastened the clasp already tied to the end to the link between Anne's cuffs. It wasn't until her arms were pulled roughly upwards and she found herself on tiptoes to keep the metal bracelets from digging into her flesh did she realise what had happened.
"So, you though you could steal from me?" the man spoke for the first time as he fastened the end of the rope to the wall to keep Anne stretched in front of him. "Not going to happen, sweetheart. But maybe while you're here we could have a different type of fun." Slowly he stepped forward so that he was face to face with his prisoner and gently ran his hands down her sides. Anne shivered as she felt his touch and lashed out with her feet. "Now now, none of that," he admonished, easily sidestepping the kicks. "Now I'm going to have to teach you some manners." Walking out of her vision, he took a knife from a basket under the stairs and slowly walked back round behind her. Reaching around, he lightly moved his hands round her waist until he found the button at the top of her trousers. It came undone easily between forefinger and thumb. Feeling her waistband open, Anne started thrashing again and shouting into her gag. It didn't help. Slowly she felt her jeans slide down her thighs and gather round her ankles, revealing her panties to the man behind her. Unable to shift the weight from her toes, her feet were effectively now tied together as well, as the jeans held her ankles within a foot of each other. Her t-shirt was the next to earn his attention as she felt the material around her neck tighten as he pulled it toward him and then slacken completely as he used the knife to slash downward through the cheap fabric. Once the two sides parted, he threw the blade away and simply ripped the cloth from her shoulders and arms leaving her back completely bare. She wore no bra. Putting his hands on her sides, level with her exposed breasts, he slowly ran his fingers down the girl once again until his fingers hooked into her underwear. Very gently, he continued to drag them down her body until her panties started to slide over her bottom and down her legs to join the jeans in a puddle around her ankles.
As he walked in front of her once again, Anne stared into the face of her captor. "This is going to hurt" he smiled, and went to collect one of the whips from the wall. Taking his time among his selection he eventually rejected all of them and turned back to face the bound girl before him. "This one, I think" he said and slowly undid his belt. Pulling it through the straps of his jeans he wrapped the buckle end around his hand leaving the greater length dangling in front of him. Seeing this, Anne started screaming wildly into her rag and shaking her head as furiously as her restraints would allow. Smiling calmly, he ignored her pleas and walked round behind her, dragging a single finger over her bum as he did so. "Ten to start," he announced, "get ready" and with that he landed the first blow across her smooth buttocks. To Anne the sting was like nothing she'd ever felt and her body involuntarily lurched forward with the shock of it. "One" he announced and struck her again. "Two." The second stroke was worse than the first and again Anne's whole body bucked as the heavy leather ate into her flesh. Already her wrists were painfully sore from the cuffs digging into her wrists as she kicked her legs to the blows. Being unable to kick her clothes away from her feet somehow made the humiliation and pain worse.
