Capturing the Bitch
Suzi Davis stormed from her husband Mark’s office livid
with anger. As she strutted her statuesque six-foot frame down the hall towards
the elevator she was planning how she would punish him this time. The bastard
cut off her credit, AGAIN! Every few months, once her spending got truly
ridiculous, he would cut her off. She would then cut him off, sexually, until
he relented. This time she would tease him incessantly, she thought, as she
waited for the elevator.
Mark Davis sat in his chair a few moments after his
petulant ex-model wife had berated him and then bolted from his office. At
forty-two years old, and a self-made millionaire, he had had enough of his
ungrateful wife. At twenty-seven, she was washed up in modeling, and too stuck
up to take sub-standard endorsement deals. Since her last big contract ended
three years ago she had made his life hell. First, she pissed her modeling
fortune away, and now she was trying to do the same to his.
He steeled himself
then picked up his phone. He struck the speed dial, waiting a few seconds, he
said, “It’s a go, she’s on the way.”
Suzi was tapping
her left foot as she waited for the elevator, her irritation clearly visible.
She was determined to make him suffer for this embarrassment; she hated being
declined when making a purchase it was so damn demeaning. The doors opened and
she stepped inside the car, she hit the lobby button, and then waited as the
As she stood there
she admired her hot body in the mirrored wall. She imagined herself prancing
near naked around the house, showing Mark what he could not have. Her breasts
were 38 inches with a full D cup, all natural, without a hint of sagging. Her
tight abdomen, only 23 inches at the waist was a product of hours weekly spent
working out. The same could be said of her long legs and tight ass; she was
stunning in her tight red mini dress and matching pumps.
Her face was
angelic, behind the blind anger showing on it now. Ice blue eyes, high
cheekbones and plush lips, framed by her mid back length platinum blonde hair.
She was hot, and she knew it, wielding it like a club against her milquetoast
husband. He was going to pay!
She was so immersed
in her anger she did not notice the elevator pass the lobby and go all the way
down to Mark’s private garage level. The doors pulled open and she was in the
garage before she noticed it wasn’t the lobby. A van was backed up in front of
where she exited the lift, about six feet from the door. She stopped, puzzled.
Two men abruptly
grabbed her arms from both sides at once and the rear doors of the van swung
open. Before she could react she was thrown into the waiting arms of two more
men within the van. The first two jumped in behind her and the four pinned her
to the floor.
They shut the doors
and the driver took off, while the men in the back subdued the struggling girl.
Before she could scream, a leather wedge was forced between her teeth and
strapped tightly behind her neck. One man sat on her ass as she was held face
down on the floor of the van. He held her still as the other three bound her
ankles and wrists.
One of the men had
held her ankles together and was using duct tape to weld them to each other.
The two other men, on either side of her were pulling her flailing arms behind
her back and used handcuffs to link them together. Once subdued, a blindfold
was placed over her eyes and her wrists were tied to her ankles, leaving her
helplessly hogtied. They rolled her painfully onto her back, trapping her arms
and legs below her arched body.
She wailed into her
gag and struggled futilely as the men groped her luscious body through the thin
material of her dress. They mauled her tits and used their fingers to shove her
red thong panty up into her cunt. Suzi was terrified, her anger now a memory
replaced with pure fear.
After she was
thoroughly terrorized, they stopped. She heard them sit back against the van
walls, and she felt their feet hold her in the middle of the floor her limbs
trapped below her bound body. She tried to roll over but their feet were too
strong for her to manage to get over.
“Lie still bitch!”
One of the men barked. He continued once she stilled her struggles, “Mark sends
a message, this time you will learn the hard way.”
She started to buck
again, when she heard it was her husband who set this atrocity up, her anger
flaring. In response the four men used their legs to give the helpless girl a
few good kicks in her ribs. The sharp pains in her sides caused her second rebellion
to end quickly; she just lay there sobbing into her gag and blindfold.
The van left her
husband’s office building and was soon speeding from the city. Suzi was a mass
of aches and pains an hour later when the van left the expressway. It traveled
another half hour before pulling onto a private road. A few hundred yards into
the wooded property it reached a large wrought iron gate and stopped.
The driver opened
his window and pressed the call button on the post in front of the gate. He
waited for an answer.
“Yes,” came out of
Mark,” the driver said.
The gate swung
inward and the driver put the van in gear and drove through. A few minutes
later it pulled up under the overhang in front of the mansion hidden in the
woods. A man came out of the front door and greeted the driver as they walked
to the back of the van.
Inside, Suzi was
finally rolled back onto her belly. Her taped ankles were cut free from her
wrists and then from each other. They left the handcuffs, gag, and blindfold on
her. The doors opened and they dragged her out.
Her legs were
unsteady and she had lost a shoe in the van. Two of the men dragged her forward
and she stumbled up the steps leading to the door of the mansion. She tried to
struggle, but their grip and her bound wrists kept her in check.
Once inside the
door, they stopped. The man who had greeted them now had the other two lift her
up and place her over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. She tried kicking
him, but a quick slap on her upturned ass stilled her struggles.
As he held Suzi
over his shoulder, he said, “Thanks guys, I’ll take it from here.”
They left, and he
carried her behind the large center hall stairs, to the basement door. Every
time she tried to struggle, he would knock her body into the wall next to the
steps. After a few jolts she remained still.
Once in the
basement he carried her across to the hidden door leading to his private
dungeon. Pulling a hidden lever next to a bookcase he watched as it slid to the
side. He took his new possession through this portal and through the dungeon to
the row of cells. Three of the four were occupied, the captives hidden behind
solid steel doors. The fourth was open and waiting for its new occupant.
He entered the
small room and lowered Suzi to her feet, then spun her to face the back wall.
He unlocked her cuffs and pushed her into the wall. He exited and slammed the
door before she realized what was happening.
She removed her
blindfold and surveyed her prison while unbuckling the gag. It was a room
barely four feet square. The floor sloped down to a drain in the center and a
bright spotlight glared down on her, several feet above her, well out of reach.
She turned and saw a sign on the steel door behind her.
It read, “I will
know you are ready to behave when I find your clothes and jewelry below the
slot outside this door.”
She looked down to
see what looked like a wide mail slot, about six inches up from the floor. She
knelt and tried to look through it, but could see nothing on the other side.
She stood up and
kicked off her remaining pump, then started pounding on the door, screaming,
“Fuck you! You are crazy if you think I’m going to strip and give you my
Before she could
continue her rant, high-pressure jets of ice-cold water from above bombarded
her. Four nozzles, each in one corner at the top of the cell, deluged her with
gallons of water per minute. It knocked her down and she knelt in the center of
the cell huddled into a ball to protect her self from the stinging cold
torrents blasting her. After a few minutes it stopped and she shivered as she
felt the accumulated water drain beneath her.
When she looked up
she realized the light had gone out and she was immersed in a stygian
blackness. She rolled on her side and whimpered as she shivered in misery.
Afraid to say anything she remained quiet, though she was still determined not
to comply with the instructions on the door. Fuck them, she thought, when I get
out of here they will all pay.