I was very fearful of Chad, as he paced angrily around the hotel room. I really felt like I had dodged a bullet in my last encounter with him. Even though it had turned violent, I had been spared any long-term injury, and I hadn't been subjected to anything that could irreparably damage my psyche, like forced anal-sex or being urinated on.
I trusted Angela to keep things under control, but she had grabbed my laptop and seemed more concerned with accessing it, than moderating his behavior.
"Fuck, it is password protected," Angela said, as my laptop prevented her from using my profile to open it.
"What is the password to your computer, Debbie?" Chad asked menacingly.
There was no way in hell that I was going to give up that information. My laptop, even though I used it primarily for work, contained all of my personal contacts, and I didn't want to give them any leverage over me.
"Don't make this harder on yourself, Debbie," Angela added. "The password? Please."
I had no clue what lengths they would go to in order to extract that information from me. We were in a nice hotel room, and my co-workers would surely check in on me if I didn't attend our morning meeting at 9am the following day, so I wasn't fearing for my life. For this reason, I refused to give it up.
A broad smile appeared across Chad's face, as if he were absolutely delighted that I was fighting them.
"Can I soften her up a little, sis?" Chad asked ominously.
"Debbie, please," Angela implored, making it clear that she was in charge, but also had reservations about softening me up, whatever the hell that entailed.
I flashed her a defiant glare, and she turned to her brother and gave him a very reluctant nod of her head. The second he received her consent, Chad was on me. He put his black holdall on to the bed, and as I looked on nervously, he slowly unzipped it. As he began to remove the bondage implements, I noticed his cock twitch in his pants, evidence of his sadistic tendencies.
I saw several gruesome-looking restraint devices, and some tools that could only be used to inflict pain. Due to my sheltered upbringing, most of the toys meant nothing to me, although I did recognize a pair of nipple-clamps, a black strap-on cock, and a cat of nine tails, leather whip.
"Here it is," Chad said cheerfully, as he pulled out an ominous looking gag.
He waved it in front of my face, forcing me to comprehend that they were about to silence me. The gag was constructed of black leather, with a large hole over the mouth, into which could be inserted a large leather ball, or phallic plugs of various shapes and sizes. As soon as I saw some of the plugs, which were shaped like a penis and had a tongue depressor built in to the base of them, I started to beg.
"Angela, please," I implored her, "don't let him gag me. I won't scream I promise."
"Password?" she said impassively, giving me one more chance to get out of this.
When I didn't respond immediately, Chad climbed up onto the bed, and straddled my shoulders, his crotch right in my face. He picked up the gag, and inserted a large black leather ball into the inside edge of it. Then he placed one hand under my head, and lifted it towards him. My nose was about an inch from his crotch as he straddled me, and he thrust his hips forward slightly, so that his erection poked me in the face.
It was right at this point that I began to feel palpable fear. He had completely immobilized me, was sexually aroused, and was apparently harboring intense feelings of revenge towards me. On top of that, he was about to gag me, thereby removing my ability to negotiate, or even plead for mercy.
I decided to appeal one more time to Angela's sense of goodwill, but before I could form the words, the huge ball-gag entered my mouth, silencing me and cutting off my air supply. Once it was secured, I was effectively muted, although I quickly figured out that I needed to breathe through my nose.
Even though the amount of oxygen that I could take in through my nose was limited, it was enough to guarantee my survival, as long as I remained calm. I was aware that my breathing had quickened, as the gravity of my situation started to sink in, and induced a mild panic within me. Chad noticed my anxiety, and reacted to it by squeezing my nostrils shut, thereby terminating my oxygen supply. He released his thumb and forefinger after just a few seconds, but the inference was very clear, and effectively conveyed. I depended on him for my every breath.
"If you fight me, I will block your nose for thirty seconds," he threatened, as he climbed from my chest.
Chad untied my feet first, the silk Hermès scarves leaving no marks on my ankles, even though they had done a very effective job of restraining me. Using one of the scarves he tied my feet together, before releasing the bonds on my arms. Then, in one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my stomach. I focused on my compliance and my breathing, trying to maintain a steady and uninterrupted flow of the life-sustaining oxygen. Once my arms were secured, he placed a pillow under my pelvis, elevating my buttocks, and increasing my feelings of vulnerability, considerably. He separated my feet and tied them back to the wooden posts at the foot of the bed.
I was now restrained face down, spread-eagled and naked, with a gag silencing any thoughts of protest I still harbored. I retained some lateral movement of my head, and I looked fearfully over my shoulder. To my horror, Chad was removing his belt, a sadistic smile on his face, and with his cock jumping around in the front of his pants. If I hadn't seen the evidence of his arousal, I would have said that he was trying to intimidate me into giving him my password. However, as his erection was trying to bust out of his pants, I resigned myself to the fact that he was going to fuck me first. A classic revenge fuck, the woman gagged and bound, helpless to fight back. Once he had removed his belt, Angela spoke.
"Do you want to ask her one more time for the password?" she said softly.
"Too late," Chad said coldly. "Her ass is mine."
As soon as the words left his mouth, I realized his intent. He was going to forcibly sodomize me, quite possibly the purest form of revenge that a man can extract on a woman, without leaving permanent damage. At least physical damage, as the emotional trauma of being butt-fucked while restrained, would probably remain with me forever.
Up to this point, I had been focused on the preservation of my oxygen supply. However, under threat of forced anal-sex, I started to beg and plead for mercy. I was shouting my password repeatedly, but the ball-gag made utter gibberish of my words, and I ended up just screaming and grunting like an animal in distress.
I never had any warning of the first blow. As I closed my eyes and screamed frantically into the ball-gag, Chad raised his arm skyward, and brought the belt down with full force on my upraised buttocks. As the leather made contact with my ass, a searing pain emanated from it, causing me to breathe in sharply through my nose, and to open my eyes wide in shock. A split-second later, I heard the loud smacking sound reverberate around the room, and my cries of fear were immediately replaced by my cries of pain.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I shouted the password repeatedly into my gag. Chad gave me a few seconds to process my dire situation, and then raised his arm again, and held it aloft, as I begged him with my eyes to stop. In his vengeful state, no amount of begging was going to help. He wanted his pound of flesh, and brought the belt down with full force on my buttocks, causing me to cry out in anguish, and release a flood of tears. He beat my ass six times with the belt, before Angela, in a classic good-cop, bad-cop adaptation, asked him to take a break.
As Chad retreated from my peripheral vision, Angela approached me calmly, and asked me if I was ready to give her the password to my laptop. At that point, I would have given her the PIN to my bank account, if it would have stopped the abuse, so I nodded my head frantically, to let her know that I was ready. Chad undid the buckle on the back of the ball-gag, and let the leather ball slip from my mouth so that I could talk.
"Deb1984," I said quietly, trying to convey to them that gagging me was no longer necessary. "No more gag, please," I begged. "I can't breathe with it in my mouth."
Chad and Angela shared an uneasy glance, and she let him know that the gag was no longer necessary. She moved back over to my laptop, typed in my password, and signed in without issue. As Angela perused my computer, Chad reached into his black holdall and pulled out a black leather collar. He removed the gag from around my neck, and fastened the second collar in its place.
While the ball-gag was intended for use by humans during sadomasochist sex, the origins of the second collar were less easy to establish. It looked like a dog collar, although the size of it would have meant that it would have been intended for a large breed. It had a small battery attached to the front if it, and some metal contact points inside, that were very cold to the touch on my neck. It also had a metal 'O' ring hanging from the front, so that the aforementioned dog could be leashed. Once I was collared, Chad started to loosen my bonds.
"Debbie won't need to be restrained anymore," he informed his sister. "The shock collar will be sufficient to ensure compliance."
With that intimidating proclamation made, he ordered me up off the bed. As soon as my feet touched the floor, I glanced over at the door of the hotel room, trying to assess my chances of escape. They hadn't secured the safety lock, so it would open like a regular door. I just had to get there before Chad could react.
I was quite surprised how careless they were being with regard to eliminating my escape route, but got my answer the second I made a run for the door. I made it about halfway across the hotel room, before I was brought to my knees by the shock of the intense electrical current surging through my neck. My hands went reflexively to the sides of my neck, in an attempt to remove the collar, but the pain was overwhelming and I cried out for mercy.
"Lay down," Chad barked. "Be still."
I basically collapsed onto the floor, and as soon as I was prone and still, the electrical shock ceased. The relief was immediate, and also served to adjust my priorities, from attempting to escape, to doing whatever it took to avoid a repeat shock. Chad knew this too, but just wanted to test my compliance.
