Jill moved through the darkened living room, her body unwinding after another busy day. She was setting the house aright before bed, turning off lights and locking doors as she moved toward her own room, where she'd slept alone since her husband had run off with his sexy new secretary.
Her mind was on the conversation she'd had with a friend on the Internet earlier. They'd met in a chat room earlier that year, and their chats had become steamier and steamier. Tonight she'd finally agreed to meet him that weekend, had given him her phone number so they could talk in person.
She didn't realize he could learn so much more about her from those numbers...
She was stepping out of the shower when a movement in her room caught her attention. She wrapped her towel around her and stepped into the room.
"Hello?" she said hesitantly. She listened for a moment. When she didn't hear anything, she drew a pair of lace panties and a short lacy nightgown from her drawer. She shrugged into her clothes, then turned to go back to the bathroom so she could dry her hair.
She didn't even have time to register someone was there before the hood was thrown over her head. She struggled and screamed as her hands and feet were duct-taped together. She was hoisted onto a broad shoulder; she was carried a short distance then dropped into the trunk of a car. Something soft was thrown over her and the trunk slammed shut.
She didn't know how long they drove, couldn't tell where she was. After a while the road had gotten rough, so she assumed they were on a dirt road when the car stopped. She lay there quietly, saving her strength for when she had a chance to fight.
The trunk opened and the blanket was pulled from her body. Her abductor pulled her out of the trunk and slung her over his shoulder again. She began to beg, tears streaming into her hair.
"Please... oh God... please let me go. I'll... I'll do anything you say, just let me go, please!!"
"Oh, I know you will, Jill," he said with a soft chuckle as he dumped her painfully on the ground. "You're going to please me well before - *if* I let you go."
She gasped as she hit the ground, but rolled over onto her knees, pleading.
He laughed again, a soft purr of noise. "I love to hear you beg," he said. "It's just what I want to hear from you."
At his words her blood ran cold. Those were the exact words her Internet lover had used earlier that evening.
"B..Bruce?" she asked timidly.
He moved behind her and fastened a strap around her left ankle. He cut the tape on her ankles, then quickly attached a strap around the other ankle, pulling her feet far apart.
"Master," he breathed in her ear.
Chills ran across her skin as he moved in front of her and fastened her wrists with another set of straps, forcing her hands far apart in front of her.
As soon as she was helpless, he removed the hood and stood in front of her.
"That's better," he said with a wicked smile.
Jill's blood ran cold at the look on his face. That face, so familiar from the photos he'd sent her over the past few months. He was handsome, short dark hair, flashing blue eyes, and a small cleft in his chin. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans.
He pulled a knife from the sheath on his belt and knelt in front of her, holding the knife to her throat.
"These are the rules," he said softly. "You will submit to me. Anything I ask for, you will give me. Anything I tell you to do, you will do. If you do this, you will live. If you don't, then... well..."
He drew his knife across her throat. A thin line of blood welled up behind it. He growled, the sight of blood exciting him. He used the knife and half-cut, half-tore the her clothes off, hurting her.
She tried to squirm away from him, instinctively. He drew back his arm and slapped her across the face.
Bruce rose and walked across the clearing. Watching him through her fingers, Jill saw him put the knife in a sheath at his back, then reach in a bag and pull something out. When he turned her eyes widened. It was a small cat-o-nine tails. He'd told her about it - on the end of each tail was a small barb, designed to cut the skin.
He stalked back and wound his fingers in her hair, pulling her head up. "Suck me," he said. "If I feel your teeth, you will feel the teeth in this," he said, indicating the whip with a short movement. He pulled his fingers from her hair long enough to undo his jeans and slip his cock out, then grabbed her by the back of the head again.
He thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. With her hands locked into the spreader bar there wasn't anything she could do. He ground his hips against her face, making sure to drag her teeth against his cock now and then so he could beat her.
She cried out as the small barbs in the whip cut her flesh; the vibrations from her cries causing him to thrust even harder into her mouth, holding her in a firm grip, fucking her mouth. She was seeing stars before her eyes from the lack of oxygen when he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and came in her face, holding her so his cum splashed down across her chest. He released her suddenly, and she fell forward onto her hands, gasping for air.
"Ah now, that's the right idea, slut!" he said approvingly. He admired her pose for a moment as he prowled around her. He kneeled behind her, caressing the marks he'd made with the flogger, running his fingers along the lash marks on her ass.
Suddenly he dove his fingers into her cunt.
"Why, you're wet, slut!" he announced. "But you haven't earned the right to have me touch you." He paused for a minute, pretending to think. "I know!" he said. "How about this?"
With the word 'this' he slammed the handle of the flogger into her. Jill cried out again at the violent penetration. Bruce put his hand on her hip and pulled her back onto the handle again and again; he moved his hand forward and pinched her clit.
To her own amazement, a moan burst from Jill's lips. In her mind she was screaming; how could she be enjoying this? He stroked her clit gently then pinched it again. Jill closed her eyes and moaned again, her body refusing to listen to her mind.
"Ah, yes, slut! You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he moaned in her ear. He slammed the handle of the flogger in her cunt a couple more times, then withdrew it slowly.
Bruce slid the flogger up from her pussy to her ass, making her whimper and moan, then he slid the handle into her ass, pumping into her. She gasped and moaned, her hips grinding against it.
Jill heard the sound of metal as Bruce leaned forward. She froze as she felt the knife blade on her neck.
