It was mid morning on Friday and I was sitting in my van as I went over every step of the plan again in my head. It had taken me six months to get to this point and I didn't want anything to go wrong. Isaac would be leaving the office in a little over an hour. I was counting on him sticking to his usual routine of going home at noon and drinking a few glasses of scotch to unwind after a busy week. It was a crucial step for my plan to work. However I had absolutely on control over whether or not it occurred.
At twelve thirty I started the van and headed to Isaac's house. I buzzed the house from the gate but didn't get a response. Taking his lack of an answer as a good sign I used my remote to open the gate. With the way the driveway curved up to the house I was quickly out of view of the street. This meant no nosy neighbors would get a look at what was happening.
Pulling on a pair of latex gloves I used my key to go in through the front door. As quietly as possible I made my way across the foyer and looked into the den. Sure enough Isaac was slumped over sideway on the sofa unconscious. Every thing was going perfectly. Removing the hard plastic case from my pocket I opened it and pulled out one of the two syringes. Fitting a needle to the syringe I crossed the room to Isaac. His sleeves were already rolled up so it was simple to pierce the vain at the inside of his elbow and inject the sedative into his bloodstream. Standing up I left Isaac where he was on the sofa for now. With as much horse tranquilizer as he now had in his system I didn't have to worry, he wasn't going anywhere.
Twenty minutes later I had two of Isaac's suitcases packed and loaded into the van. The pre-typed letter to the CEO of his company saying that he had decided to take an extended holiday was sitting on the kitchen counter with a note for the maid to deliver the letter Monday morning. All that was left to do was load Isaac into the van. Unfortunately it took me longer then I had expected to move Isaac from the house to the van though. I had bought an old paramedic's stretcher to use but I hadn't counted on just how hard 190 pounds of dead weight was to move.
My total time at the house was one hour and ten minutes. That was a full fifteen minutes longer then I had planned. While it was frustrating it wasn't really a problem. I was still on I-45 headed home with my new toy by three o'clock. I would have to stop half way home and give Isaac a second smaller dose of sedative but I would still be home in less the four hours.
Ok a bit of back story is needed I suppose. Isaac is a prominent corporate lawyer. We met when he represented the large pharmaceutical company that bought out the small time drug research company that my parents had started and I was the then CEO of. It was a peaceful mutually beneficial take over so there were no hard feelings on either side of the deal. That being the case, when our new parent company's gorgeous hot shot lawyer asked me out for drinks I said yes. And that as they say was the start of a beautiful relationship.
Isaac and I had been dating for almost two years when everything suddenly went terribly, horribly wrong. Isaac went snooping through my computer. To this day I have no idea what he was supposedly looking for. However, what he found was my secret porn files. This wasn't just your average fuck fest porn though. This was over twenty gigs of hardcore, extreme, and at least taboo if not illegal fetishes. Transsexuals, Femdom, dubious consent sexual torture, you name it I had at least one if not dozens of related videos.
Saying Isaac freaked out would be a massive understatement. When I got home that day I found my wonderful boyfriend of two years franticly throwing my stuff into bags. When I asked him what was going on, he simply pointed at my laptop sitting on the bed. The screen was open to jpegs of all of my videos. I knew right then that our relationship was over. Knowing that didn't stop me from trying to explain. However, Isaac refused to listen. He called me a disgusting freak whore and told me to get out of his house. If he ever saw me again he would use his considerable influence to ruin my life if not make sure I ended up in jail. Heartbroken I gathered my things and left.
I had given up my apartment when Isaac and I moved in together. I had no choice but to head to the ranch that I had inherited from my parents. At some point during the three hour drive to the ranch my heartache turned to anger. How dare Isaac judge me? My possession of those videos didn't hurt anyone. So I was turned on by what some would call questionable or perverse sex. What was it any of Isaac's business? I hadn't asked him to take part in any of these fetishes. It was this fact that got me planning. Isaac had judged me without even knowing how wonderful and freeing these acts could be. If he knew then he would understand.
Within days of my arrival at the ranch I had a basic plan. The first thing I would have to do was modify one of the buildings on the property. After inspecting all of the out buildings I chose the manufactured steel barn a few hundred yards from the back of the house. With a concrete floor, two storage rooms at the back, and slide up bay style door there was very little that actually needed to be done to get the barn ready.
One hold up for my plan was acquiring all of the extras that I would need. I wanted to punish and humiliate Isaac for the way he had hurt me. I also wanted to teach him to enjoy the very fetishes that he had condemned me for. To be able to do what I wanted I needed a vast and varied array of toys and devices. The non sex related items wouldn't be a problem. Most if not all of them I could honestly claim I needed to get the ranch in working order. However, I didn't want anyone to get suspicious of what other then ranching might be going on. This meant that I couldn't have a sudden influx of 'discreet plain brown packages' being delivered. For all that those packages were supposed to be discreet they all but scream PORN. Instead I spent several weeks traveling. I must have gone to every sex shop, fetish store, and adult bookstore in three states. I got everything I needed and then some though.
The biggest hold up though was trying to figure out exactly how I was going to get Isaac and get him to the ranch. I couldn't do the traditional snatch and grab kidnapping. For one I'm only 5'3" and 130 pounds; Isaac is 6" even and 190 pounds of muscle. I wouldn't stand a chance of overpowering him on my own. I also didn't want all of the media and police attention that would cause either. A prominent corporate lawyer snatched from the street, every road out of the city would be crawling with cops and we would be all over the headlines.
Finally memories clicked and inspiration struck. Isaac had threatened me when he threw me out. He was enough of an arrogant bastard to think those threats would be enough to frighten me away for good. I had to test my theory though. I drove to Houston and waited until past time for Isaac to be at work. I didn't bother trying to hide the fact that I was there. If I set off the security alarm I could claim that I was there to get the rest of my stuff from my ex-boyfriend's house. How was I to know that he had changed the locks and or the alarm codes? I shouldn't have worried though. The arrogant bastard hadn't bothered to change the locks or the codes to his security system. In fewer two minutes I was walking through what used to be our house.
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At home I drove the van straight into my recently modified barn. If I had measured out the doses of tranquilizer correctly Isaac would be waking up soon. I had at most two hours but most likely closer to one and a half. In that time I had to get Isaac into the proper position, naked and ready. Otherwise I would have one hell of a fight on my hands. The naked part would be the easiest. A few well placed slices of a knife and I could roll him out of his clothes as I positioned him.
It took me just under an hour to get Isaac unloaded from the van, stripped naked, and strapped into the special frame I had built. The frame was an old workout bench of my late brother's that I had modified. Currently Isaac was laying face down with his head, chest, and stomach on the bench. His entire lower half was hanging over the end with his legs spread wide to fit into padded troughs that I had welded to the legs of the bench. Using padded leather wrist cuffs and D-rings I had fastened Isaac's arms over his head to the old bench press support bars. Several buckling straps had also been added to the bench as well as the leg troughs although I left the bench straps undone for now. In this position Isaac could struggle and squirm, but he couldn't escape.
Just as I finished buckling the last strap around his right ankle Isaac groaned. Oh goodie he was waking up. That meant it was almost time to play. I still had a few things to get ready though. Grabbing the rolling metal worktable that I had purchased I walked away. Isaac could continue waking up on his own for a little while.
Crossing to a second fixed worktable I grabbed the bottle of lube that I had made earlier in the day. I wanted to punish and humiliate Isaac, turn him into a quote 'disgusting freak whore', but I didn't want to cause lasting physical damage. Sitting the lube in the center of the table I moved on to the large medal cabinet to select toys for later use. Once again I was momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer number of different toys and devices available. However, another groan and a mumbled obscenity from Isaac was enough to bring me out of my daze. I had made a plan and I would stick to it. Reaching in I grabbed what I needed from the cabinet.
Back in the center of the room I carefully lined everything up on the table in the order I would need it. I could hear rattling and clanking behind me and I smiled. From the noise I guessed that Isaac was finally awake enough to be aware that he was naked and restrained. He was starting to indignantly demand that he be released. Didn't I know who he was? He was fully awake and aware now. It was time for the fun to start.
Being careful to stay out of Isaac's limited range of sight I moved to stand between his spread legs. Thoroughly coating my fingers with the homemade lube I ran my hand through the crack of Isaac's ass. Surprised and confused, he jumped and struggled to move away. As he fought and bucked my index finger caught on the rim of his tight virgin asshole. Quickly I pushed forward past his clenched sphincter, burying my finger to the last knuckle. Isaac roared "AHHHHH! Fuck...ahhh no...stop!"
