He grinned with mischief as he read her reply to his questions on the BDSM Dungeon. The woman who called herself "AMF" was indeed very kinky. She liked to have someone force her to do stuff that she wanted to do, but also feared. She had fantasies where someone abducted her and made her service him and his friends. The Taskmaster thought that might prove useful to fulfilling his own desires.
He knew that no one had abducted her before, because she had said as much online and that she wouldn't care for some kinds of humiliation, such as the more dehumanizing ones involving scat and golden showers. However, she probably liked other forms of humiliation, since she had no problem with abduction, which was a form of that. She would likely not have problems with a man forcing her to undress or go naked in front of strangers.
Big Daddy had found out that she lived only an hour away from him. It would be a simple matter to capture, bind, gag, and strip her. He would then bring her back to his house, so he could carry out the rest of his plans in his dungeon. She would be nude in the back of his van as they drove back. He would not permit her to wear any clothes for the duration of the captivity. His cock hardened as he contemplated everything.
Meanwhile, Doreen else was not as happy as she thought about her response to the questionnaire on the online BDSM site. She was having second thoughts of revealing her fantasies. The secret one that she had hidden for years was no longer a secret at all. She hadn't even told her Master about the fantasy and she really didn't know why. That could really get her into a lot of trouble and not just with her Master. What will happen if someone decided to make it "reality" instead of "fantasy"?
She got very wet at the thought of abduction, so she started playing with herself without thinking. Suddenly, she panicked, realizing that she wasn't supposed to masturbate without express permission. He didn't give that very often and it was always after he received payment first. That payment usually involved deep-throating him or taking it up the ass. She always had to clean his cock with her mouth.
Just as she pulled her hand back, her Master walked into the room and caught her red-handed. She looked like a kid with her hand in the cookie jar when she heard him. She turned around and saw him. She had pissed him off with her disobedience. He pulled her up and over his lap, paddling her until her butt was bright red. He forbade her to wear clothes in his presence, as it gave him total access to her body.
She pleaded for forgiveness and begged him to stop to no avail. Her ass was on fire and she regretted ever forgetting about the rules, or was it that she had gotten use to ignoring them. Part of her had gotten use to him not really doing anything about it. Now though he was not just letting her off with a warning. He was really tanning her hide. Between gulps of air and moans, she cried for him to stop. She hated it when he used that damn paddle he kept handing in every room including the computer room. It should have been a warning enough not to masturbate.
When he finished, he sent her to stand in the corner. Her ass was bright red and on display as he set at the desk and watched her. He glanced at the screen and saw she had not logged out. Not wanting someone to think she was available to talk, he logged her out of everything.
In the meantime, Big Daddy was well aware that the submissive had a Master. He had his friend track them down, then located their number, and called her Master to see if he could arrange a fake kidnapping. The last thing that he wanted was to get in trouble with the law or have an angry Master on his hands.
"Hello?" Max answered the phone, slightly irritated that somebody interrupted his slave's punishment! This had better be good!
"Hi, I'm looking for the owner of Doreen. She is also called 'AMF' online," Big Daddy asked.
"Yeah, that's me," he replied, somewhat impatiently.
"This is 'Big Daddy', one of the Taskmasters at the online BDSM Dungeon of which she is a member," Big Daddy introduced himself.
"Will you hold on for a second, please? I need to take care of something first. Doreen, go to our bedroom and stand in the corner, now! If I catch you somewhere else, the spanking that you just received will be worse," he said, swatting her stinging ass as she hurried past him.
She dashed from the room, knowing that she had better comply with him or else. She had already infuriated him and he evidently wanted some confidentiality for his phone call. She didn't want to enrage him even more.
Max waited until he knew that she was out of ear shot and then returned to the phone call. He wanted to make sure she didn't eavesdrop in on the call. Something told him he was not going to like this one bit.
"Yes, I know about that site. I've read some of your tasks, as well as a few of her responses to the assignments. Although, I haven't read everything she has posted there. I love several of your tasks, including the public humiliation ones. I give her a dose of that from time to time," he replied.
"Thank you. I'm flattered that a few Masters enjoy my tasks as well as their slaves, though some of the latter are not too thrilled with the tasks that I have given them. I've reviewed some of her posts in one of our discussion threads and decided to make a proposition to you. She says that she has a secret fantasy of a stranger abducting her and forcing her to pleasure them. I'm assuming that you are aware of this fantasy," he queried.
"No, I did not know about it! It seems that someone has a lot more explaining to do than merely her recent misbehavior. What does this have to do with the scheme that you had for me?" Max reacted to the new information.
"I've assigned her several tasks online and I have enjoyed her responses to them. My proposition is that you help me carry out her fantasy of being abducted by a stranger, namely me," Big Daddy remarked.
"That sounds intriguing, though I'm disappointed that she hasn't told me of this fantasy. She knows that she is supposed to be open and honest with me. Perhaps we can us this little plan of yours to teach her a lesson. I'm frustrated with her attitude lately. She's been very rebellious for the past few days. I've tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, but it has gotten out of hand. I've planned to nip it in the bud, or should I say in the 'butt'. This will fit into my plans nicely. When would you like to carry it out?" Max noted.
"It seems to me that she needs to be reminded of her place. How does Saturday sound? I live one hour away from you. I was thinking that I could drive up early Saturday morning and snatch her. I even considered the possibility of making her strip in the yard before I put her in the van or simply cut away her clothes while she is in the van. Of course, I'd want to keep this abduction a secret. I don't want her to know who I am until the end. You can follow us and participate," Big Daddy proposed.
"That sounds good, but I don't want her to find out I'm part of it until she learns that it's a phony kidnapping. I like her being in suspense, not knowing who is holding her and what will happen to her. Saturday is a good day. I'll make her do yard work that morning, which will keep her outside and easy to catch. If you'll give me your address, I'll drive over there tomorrow, so I can meet you and iron out the details. I want to make sure that she will be in safe hands," Max agreed.
"That sounds superb," he said, giving him the address.
"Thanks. I'll leave work at lunchtime and meet you at one o'clock. It has been very informative talking to you," Max replied.
Max hung up the phone and thought about the secret he had just discovered. Saturday was just two days away and when it came, he planned for her bottom to be still throbbing. He was very livid that she had been hiding stuff from him. She had also been very discourteous of his authority lately. Her mind-set had to change now!
Doreen felt the sting from her Master's flogging her ass as she worked and sweated in the yard. He had spanked her again that morning after she again denied keeping anything from him. He had then used her ass roughly. He hadn't even bothered using lube. He just used some pussy juices then shoved hard into her unlubed ass. He had been so mad at her.
Despite wearing a thin sundress, she still suffered from the summer heat as she labored in the garden. These weeds did not come out easily! Her Master had prohibited the use of tools or weed spray that would help make the job easier. To assure himself that she would not be tempted he put them in the trunk of his car.
She still wondered what secret he had found out that he said that she had hidden from him. The only one that she could remember not telling him was the one about her abduction fantasy. She probed her mind for anything else that she had left unsaid. There were so many things over the many years they had been together. There could be anything that she forgot reveal, except for that one fantasy. She had knowingly kept that from him.
He had confronted her with the knowledge that he was onto her after the phone call 2 days ago. Her vehement objection of the opposite had only incensed him further, leading to this retribution or so she assumed. It had also earned her a real hard whipping from his flogger. She had almost come clean, but chickened out from fear that such a revelation of a deliberate falsehood would anger him even more. She feared that he would exchange the flogger for his leather strap. She was having second thoughts now.
As she thought about all of this, she wiped even more sweat off her forehead. Damn, she hated yard work; that's why they hired workers to do it. She knew that she would have to come clean to him about the fantasy, or the chastisements would only get worse! That was the only thing that came to her mind as a possible secret. He must have read her post from the computer after he ordered her to the corner in their room. He had not given her time to sign out of the BDSM Dungeon, but if he had why hadn't he just showed her the post? She still wondered about the phone call he had received he seemed very secretive about it.
Doreen rose up, stretching her back and sitting on her heels. She winced as the smarting pain went through her ass again. This confirmed that she needed to stop breaking the rules.
She saw a van pull up in front of the house. Who could that be? Master said nothing about anyone coming by today. She stood up and headed over to the van to find out who had stopped in front of her house. Correction, she thought, Master's house. The driver got out of the front seat and frowned thoughtfully.
Waving her over to the van and showing her an Officer's badge, he asked, "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm with the County Sheriff's Department. Are you Doreen McKinley?"
"Yes, that's me. Can I help you?" she responded, though slightly puzzled.
"Doreen McKinley, I have a warrant for your arrest for outstanding parking tickets. Please, put your hands on the side of the van and spread your legs," he told her.
"I don't have any parking tickets. Officer, there must be a mistake," she protested.
"We'll discuss this further at the station. Now, please cooperate, ma'am," he answered as he frisked her, hiking up her sundress in the process.
Doreen was too surprised to notice the lack of proper police protocol. The "officer" handcuffed her. When he put her into the back of the van and gagged her, she realized too late that he was definitely not from law enforcement of any kind. To make matters worse he cut off her sundress, leaving her butt-naked. The van's side door was still open allowing anyone to see her naked. She, however, didn't move to cover herself. He took a few liberties and copped a feel or two. He pushed his fingers in her pussy and even up her ass.
"Well, well, it seems that we've got a little slut here, or are you just a tease, flaunting what we can't have. Look at you laying there with your pussy and ass showing off the world. I bet you like being on display. Hell you probably even want me to take your ass right here where everyone can see. You are a slut. You didn't even have any panties or bras on under that so called dress. Either way, I'm going to take every hole that you have. I think that I'll just keep you for my own. You should make a nice little whore, won't you? I've got plenty of friends who will pay me well to use my new toy," he warned as he hog-tied her, putting her between the front seats for easy access.
As frightened as she already was, things got worse after the stranger pulled a large, wicked-looking butt-plug out of the bag in the front passenger seat and showed it to her.
"I think that this will remind you that all of your holes now belong to me, bitch," he groped her ass and cunt, noticing that she was wet, "Well, it seems that this is turning you on. You are a little slut!" He then rammed the butt-plug up her tight asshole without any lube, making her squeal.
The harsh words and the butt-plug forced up her ass caused her to get wetter; she loved having someone be forceful with her. That was a major part of her abduction fantasy. She wanted someone to insult her and be rough with her. The main thing was her desires to have a man overpower her. She wanted him to force her to do things that she wouldn't dare do on her own.
Doreen panicked at the idea of her Master coming home to an empty house. He would be home within an hour. Would he call the police? Did someone witness what happened? She doubted it. It was still early enough that most of the neighbors, if not all, would be inside. What would he think of her? Would he think that she ran away, because of the recent punishment? What would this guy do to her? Would he sodomize her roughly or sell her off into slavery? Would he keep against her will and abuse her? What if he killed her, would the authorities charge her Master with her disappearance or murder. She had never thought of all of the negative aspects of abduction before. She started crying as she realized the dangers of her situation. How could she be aroused and scared at the same time? The conflicting emotions confused her.
Max, for his part, had some rather mixed feelings about the plan that he had accepted. He knew that he could trust this "Big Daddy" fellow not to do any lasting harm to his slave. The Taskmaster had slaves of his own. He even has trained many in the past. They became good buddies the day before, staying later then he had planned, talking about their lifestyle and respective slaves.
He also felt bad about Doreen's suffering and fear in this situation. However, she had pushed his buttons too much lately, lacking her usual respect. He needed to assert his authority and remind her of her role in their relationship. Anyways, if her fantasy were true, a major part of her would be excited and stimulated by the very same sense of fear and suspense. In any case, it excited him for sure.
From his vantage point down the street, he watched the guy seize and bind his slave. He had borrowed Fred's truck so she wouldn't notice him watching. Fred could be trusted, as he was his best friend and enjoyed the BDSM way of life himself. He understood the reason for Max's request. After all, Max had helped Fred with matters regarding Fred's own slave before. Through his binoculars, he saw his girl naked in the van. He naturally followed Big Daddy and Doreen to the house, in order to confirm that she would be safe. He also knew that Big Daddy was going to force Doreen to wear a butt-plug much larger than any she has ever worn.
Big Daddy saw the pickup truck in the rear view mirror of the van. This didn't surprise him, as Max had told him that he would be trailing him to make sure that his slave's safety was not threatened. It was no shock to him that his cock got harder at the knowledge that he had captured this naughty, delicious slave girl. He'd always wondered what fucking and dominating her would be like.
Doreen started fidgeting and trying to get more comfortable. Her motions caught his attention and he told her to relax, as it would take an hour to get to his house.
Big Daddy pulled over into a nearly empty shopping plaza. He untied her, but left her handcuffs on. He then pulled her onto her knees and shoved his cock down her throat. He grabbed her head with his hands and used them to fuck her mouth as if it was a pussy.
"I am going to fuck your face, slut. I told you that I am going to use all of your holes and I meant it! You had damned well better swallow too! You should adjust to your new status as my personal fucktoy. You won't get to enjoy the pampered life of a domineering suburban housewife anymore. I'm not a pussy-whipped hubby like your old man. You're going to fulfill a woman's natural role of serving men for a change. I know how you high-class women live and behave! You've got your husband wrapped around your finger and his credit card in your purse," he announced.
"No, no, you're all wrong about me! I'm not some stuck-up rich bitch! I'm a loving slave; maybe a little spoiled, but still obedient for the most part. Where do you think I got these whip marks on my ass?" she protested, right before he silenced her by ramming his cock back down her throat.
"Apparently, you're not too obedient, if he has had to whip you. Besides, if you love him, you would do as your Master says. Looks like you need some major training. You'll learn your place in life and being 'a little spoiled' will not be a part of it!" he declared.
Max pulled into the parking lot, getting into a position where he could see through the passenger window with his binoculars. The sight of what Big Daddy was doing to his slave had him hard as a rock. He saw her head bobbing up and down on the guy's dick. Big Daddy certainly was fucking her face roughly, Max noticed.
He had always loved the sight of his sweet slave sucking a man's cock, especially when she deep-throated a guy. They had not gone outside of their relationship very often. It had just happened a few times, and then only with Fred and his slave. That was more due to a lack of opportunity and a desire for discretion about their swinging lifestyle than to reluctance on their part. The BDSM aspect of their relationship, however, was not so much secret as low-key.
Nevertheless, the recent disrespect that she had shown him proved, in his mind, the need to take their Master/slave relationship to the next level. It would no longer be as "low-key" as it had in the past. He was going to remind her who was in charge.
He would also take more control of what she wore in public. In the past, he had permitted her to wear practically whatever she wanted. Now, however, she would wear things that were far more revealing than she preferred. Not only would she display more of her assets, but she would also have to show people more clearly her role as his slave. This would include her being required to wear a collar in public, rather than merely in private.
As Big Daddy enjoyed Doreen's mouth on his swollen manhood, he thought of what else he could do with this succulent slave, now that he had her in his control. He would definitely offer to help Max retrain his girl, since she needed some manners and a SERIOUS attitude adjustment. Max needed some new ideas for punishing Doreen, as the others weren't severe enough to act as a deterrent to misbehavior. She clearly enjoyed getting spankings, so harsher penalties were in order. They should be painful enough to prevent her receiving pleasure from them. More drastic orgasm denials would be good penalties too. Of course, public and private humiliation would be effective as well. Rewarding her for obedience would also help motivate her.
Damn, the man had a point, Doreen realized as she bobbed up and down on his cock. I shouldn't be hiding stuff like my fantasies from my Master. He deserves more of my respect and obedience than I have given him so far. The guy was also right that, if I loved Master, I would follow his rules, not causing him to whip me. Master does NOT find pleasure in having to correct my misconduct. I'm sure that it hurt him as much as it hurt me. Was it so hard to abide by his rules, when I always received rewards for my submission?
Big Daddy suddenly grabbed her head and shoved his cock further down the slave's throat. He knew that Max watched from a safe distance. This pleased him, as not only did he like having someone watch him, but it also showed that the man really did care about his slave and her safety. After all, Max had no guarantee that Big Daddy could be trusted completely with his woman.
He was now close to cumming, so he allowed her to take a quick, deep breath before plunging his shaft back down her throat. He held it there as he exploded, emptying his balls of cum. He made sure that she swallowed every single drop of his juice before removing his cock from her throat. Like a real rapist, he was not about to go easy on her. He did not care whether she liked any of this or not. He knew, deep down inside of her, that some part of her took pleasure from this abuse. Max had specifically requested that Big Daddy be a little rough during the abduction, but no permanent harm. This would punish her for her deceit and bad attitude, as well as fulfilling her fantasy.
Doreen knew that this experience, while extremely enjoyable, would be a lot more fun if it were not for the fear and uncertainly of its outcome, not to mention how rough the man was in the process. She still had no idea of what he would do to her when he was finished with her. Would he sell her off into white slavery, kill her, or let her go back to Master? She hoped that it would be the last one. All that she could do was is to please him and hope that he would be kind enough to let her go free, or even that her Master would find her. If she happened to find her way back to Master, she would behave differently in the future.
After he finished cumming down her throat (and allowed her to breathe again), she wondered what else the man had planned for her.
"Can you please cuff my hands in front of me? They are making my arms sore and stiff. I promise to do whatever you tell me," she pleaded.
"You're going to do whatever I say anyway, aren't you? So, why should I move your hands? What's in it for me?" he demanded to know.
"There is nothing that I can give you that you're not already going to take, one way or the other. All I'm asking is that you show mercy to me. I'll do what you say without fighting you. I'll co-operate with anything that you want and you won't have to force me," she begged.