“Good Morning Sunshine”, he spoke with a rather amused cheery tone to his voice. He gripped the hose which was fed through the only window for the basement, holding it up and turned it down proceeding to hose her down with the ice chilled spray from the hose. He started at her breasts and worked his way down towards her crotch and then down along her skirt, and over each leg and then up to her face. She fought against the water of course, trying to get away from the chill. “Well now that should do for a morning shower”, he said. He stood there looking down at Catherine who was dripping wet by now from the morning shower.

“Aww now your all wet, we can’t have that now can we? You might catch a bit of cold. ”

He reached for the pair of scissors which were left on the table and made his way over towards her once more. He reached to grip the skirt, using the scissors to cut straight through and rip them down and off of her tossing them into the pile of clothing which he began to collect on the side of the floor.

“Such beautiful panties”, he said gripping and tugging them up to press them into the slit of her shaven pussy which she had just shaven the night prior to her abduction. She thrashed and tugged to try to get away from him but there was simply no avail. He then proceeded to use the pair of scissors to cut into the silk fabric, ripping and tearing till they were torn off of her. Next came the socks, one after the other, the heels which she wore were already kicked off and pushed of to the side. He stood up and glanced down to her naked body, as she tried to curl up in the corner and cover herself up, pulling her body from his view.

“Well now that your all wet, perhaps we should go for a walk out on the beach to get you dried off shall we?” he said as He stood there with his hands pressed up and folded over his chest. He then turned and crouched downwards to undo the chain going to the wall from her shackled ankles, releasing her from the wall. He turned and moved over to the table reaching down and picked up the cattle prod which he had with him “and if you think about trying to get away.’ he held the cattle prod out pressing the trigger which would send a jolt of electricity across the two ends of the instrument “there shall be consequences” he finished speaking down to her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A captive…. a person who has been taken prisoner or an animal that has been confined. This is a simple definition to a very complicated word. Is there more to being a captive then someone who is taken prisoner or an animal that has been confined? Walk to your local zoo and look upon the animals in the cages, a lion which is meant to be free, now pacing back and forth on display behind a set of bars….   These are certainly the thoughts running through Stephen’s mind as he enjoy a few last puffs of his cigarette sitting out on the porch, admiring the vibrant new day. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue colored with patches of white. The sun felt warm mixed with a light breeze which carried the scent of flowers from the garden to tickle his nose. The sounds of the ocean on this beach front property was soothing and relaxing, almost bringing One to be peace.

After a few moments passed on the porch, He finally rose up, dressed in a English style suit, a white button down shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks, and his nicely shined leather shoes He wore. He turned and pushed the doors open leading into the house, making his way back towards the stairwell alongside the kitchen which lead into the basement under the house. It wasn’t that big of a house, one of the smaller mansions along the strip of beach front property, but did have one value, it allowed for quite a bit of privacy, no one would hear her scream.

 

After descending the stairs leading into the basement, He reached for a  chain that dangled above yanking down to turn on the single bulb which would illuminate the dark room. There she was, chained along one of the walls, hands drawn up above her head, kept tightly bound to the wall in the steel manacles which were locked about her wrists. Her ankles neatly locked in similar manacles which were secured to the wall by a very short chain. He could see the fear in her eyes, the fear of the unknown.

What time was it?

How long had she been locked down here?

She was a young girl, having celebrated her 30th birthday just a day ago. She was dressed in a beautiful white blouse tucked into a nice black skirt which just barely reached to the middle of her thighs. Underneath was a nice white bra and a pair of matching milky white panties, garters, stockings and a beautiful set of black heels. Her light auburn hair laid down along her back quite mangled and tossed about from the struggles of the previous night when she was taken off the streets.

“I brought you some breakfast, but I don’t think you’ll be able to eat in your current condition”, for of course her hands and feet were shackled and the dark crimson colored ball gag was still pressed tightly in her mouth.

“I guess your wondering by now why you were taken, and what your doing here eh?”, He said in a rather unnerving casual voice, rather amused by her attempts to scream a series of profanities at him mixed with the thrashing of the chains keeping her tightly captive.

He continued to taunt her by lifting the plate of scrambled eggs, one of her favorites, plunging the fork into the eggs and eating while sitting on the side of the table. This just infuriated her even more. She hadn’t been allowed to eat in several days and was only given enough water to keep herself from being dehydrated. This was certainly humiliating to her, and He knew it by the look on her face. The fear she felt nearly made him more aroused while He looked down to her enjoying the breakfast which was meant for her. He finally tossed the plate aside, pushing off the table and walked over to confront her glancing down.

“What do we got here?”, He said lifting up your purse, opening it up and flipping through the various sets of identification, credit cards, driver’s license, collage identification cards, the typical pieces of identification which most woman walk about with. He chuckled taking hold of her driver’s license first from the purse

“Not one of your best profiles I must say”, commenting to the picture.  He reached for the fire starter, twisting the small knob on the torch He had sitting on the table. With one click on the fire starter the flame would ignite, a nice yellow mixed with blue, along with a bit of a roar “Well my dear, your not going to be needing this anymore..” He said holding the torch up with one hand and grasping the driver’s license in the middle of a set of metal tongs with the other. He then took the driver’s license and began to slide it into the flame, watching it melt and burn away as the intense heated flame caught to the plastic.  He gave off that sadistic laugh once again, as each piece was picked up, her college identification would be next, then her credit cards which she had on her, even her American passport which He found in her purse was all burned and melted away. “There you are, everything which could be used to identify you, all gone.. ” he smiled lifting up from the chair walking over. and glancing down.

He just grinned as she tried to lash her head out at me in anger, growling and hissing like a wounded captured lioness. He found it quite entertaining. “Ohh, and another thing, your friends.. your family.. well, they aren’t going to miss you much… have a look.. ” He said reaching in my pocket to pull out the remote and lifted it up pointing it at the flat screen television mounted on the wall just along the corner of the room. Once the television came to life, a news broadcast was coming on. He turned up the volume so she could hear it. “Aww yes, We have arranged for your death, so that your friends and family can say their goodbyes… It was a horrible accident really, your car flying off the side of a bridge on a stormy night and landing in the gully completely engulfed in flames upon the very impact. Sad really but I am sure you didn’t suffer much.. Ohh and don’t worry, a little play with records and the only thing which they will be able to identify you with are your teeth, which well, we took care off so don’t you worry.. You had a beautiful funeral however” and of course the news broadcast would back up everything I just said.  Catherine began to shake her head violently and proceeded to cry not believing what she was seeing.

“Well now, you look awful uncomfortable really the way you are right now, let me see if I can help you with that”, spoken as He turned around and reached down to pick up a pair of scissors. He then walked on over and crouched down besides her looking straight into her baby blue eyes. She was seething and growling, foam piling up along the gag which was thrust into her mouth. “You Bas… ” she tried to get out attempting to thrust her head straight at him once again. “Now come on, I don’t want to hurt you so please try to calm yourself for just a moment. I know it is quite hot down here (even if it was rather chilled being a basement and all), let me see if I can cool you down some.. ” and with that he went to work on her blouse, bringing the scissors up under each white button, slicing through them letting them fall from your blouse one after another. He worked his way down till each had been cut away and the blouse slid open revealing your beautiful rounded breasts kept captive by the bra you had on. “Ohh my, you do have quite a luscious pair of breasts, but they look soo pushed and shoved up under that bra, let me see if I can do something to free them up a bit.. ” and with a shit eating grin, He reached behind sliding the scissors under the straps of the bra and with three small snips, he cut away the straps and bands, pulling the bra from you and tossing it aside. His free hand reached up to capture them between his fingers, squeezing each. He laughed once more as she tried to jerk her way away from him with little to no avail.

“Just a few more snips”, he said bringing the scissors down to your skirt, capturing the two buttons along the side keeping the skirt tightly wound about your hips. He cut them free and then eased the skirt down your legs pulling it away and tossing it aside. “There now… much better right… ” he said with a smirk. He watched as she tried to hide herself in the shadows, pushing further and further up against the wall even if there wasn’t anywhere to really go. “You still look awful uncomfortable, here now let me see if I can free up your hands some”, he said reaching behind and would un cuffed her wrists, keeping a firm control of them and yanked them up behind her back securing them back in place behind her back. He finally rose up and left you there curled up on the floor and turned to head back to the table “Well I have some things to do upstairs, let me leave you with a bit of water to drink.. I suggest you consider drinking up, you might not get another chance for a bit.. ” He said looking down to her. He then tossed a metal pan on the floor, lifting up a pitcher of water and held it up over the pan. He tilted the pitcher letting a cool stream of water strike the pan, some droplets flying out everywhere as the pan slowly began to fill it. He turned and pushed the pan over towards you leaving you there with it.  He then turned, setting the pitcher down and made for the stairs leading up.

“I shall come down and check on you in a moment, might want to get some rest, we have a long day ahead of us today…  Rest well Catherine.. ” he said smiling and turned to head back upstairs closing the doors behind him and retreating back into the upper portions of the house.