Chapter 1

'O-T-H-E-L-L-O'

Rachel penciled in another answer to her crossword puzzle. Right now she should have been enjoying the company of her husband, sharing breakfast and fighting over who would read the morning comics first. This was to be their first morning of a full week off for them just to enjoy themselves for once. A week of just selfishness between her and Bill. However, some emergency came up at Bill's law firm and he had to take a flight to Pittsburgh, leaving her alone with a week of nothing planed and nothing to do.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Rachel?" asked the female voice at the other end.

"Yes?"

"This is Cindy Cotrell."

"Hi Cindy," Cindy didn't sound at all well, as if she had just been crying, "What's up?"

"Can you come over?"

"You bet. What's wrong Cindy?"

"I don't want to be bother if you can't," Cindy sniffled, emphasizing the word 'can't'.

"Don't be silly, Cindy," Rachel was now getting concerned. Cindy was usually a very over-gifted conversationalist, ready to talk your ear off at a moments notice. All Rachel could deduce was that something concerning her divorce had gotten to poor Cindy.

"Really, Rachel, please don't bother..."

"It's not a problem. I have the whole day off; the whole WEEK off for that matter. I will be over there as soon as possible, okay?"

Cindy didn't say a thing.

"I'll be right over," and with that Rachel hung up the phone and started to gather up her breakfast plates and putting them in the sink. All Rachel had left to do is take a quick shower, throw on some clothes and head over to Cindy's town house.

"Is your friend coming over?" asked a gravely male voice as he hung up the receiver.

Cindy nodded. It was all that she could do. The masked stranger had replaced her ball gag and made sure it was strapped tightly and locked in place. Her blonde curls were all in disarray as she looked up at him with her reddened blue eyes.

To the intruder, Cindy was a vision of loveliness. He had bound and cut off her silk teddy, baring her nearly perfect body. Except for the phone call he had made her do, she had been gagged the entire time; whimpering and mewling. Now, she was tied tightly to the living room couch. The handcuffs had used earlier to subdue her while she slept had been replaced by rope, knotting her wrists and elbows together behind her back. Her breasts seemed to jut out; her pale pink nipples begging for attention as she squirmed under his gaze. He had tied her legs wide apart, each ankle cinched to the foot of the couch, leaving her sex fully exposed and ready to play. The intruder leaned over the couch back and began to stroke her golden tresses.

"See, that wasn't so bad now was it?" he laughingly asked.

Cindy began to sob again, bowing her head down and wishing she were dead. She knew what was in store for her friend when she arrived, but the man's threats, coupled with the huge knife that he constantly caressed her with, forced Cindy into making that call. She knew that Bill, Rachel's husband, was called away on business and that her friend had decided to take the week off anyway. Now, Cindy feared, she and Rachel would be sexual prisoners of this man for longer than she cared to think.

"I think we will have alot of fun, yes I do," the man continued, reaching down to lightly caress Cindy's nipple.

"nnnnnnnmmmmph," the bound woman cried.

The man's fingers began to trace small circles around Cindy's erect nipple, sending little sparks of pleasure through her, despite her predicament.

"You like that, huh?" he whispered.

"Uh-uhhhhh," she said, shaking her head.

"Oh, I think you do. Your nipples are saying 'yes', 'yes'."

The intruder began to roll her nipples between his fingers, lightly pinching them, tugging at them a bit, send more little waves of pleasures rippling through Cindy. Cindy was confused, afraid and horny. She shouldn't feel this way. This man was repeatedly abusing her and soon he would be doing the same to her friend, Rachel. However, her body was betraying her, thirsting for the attention of the man's fingers and hands. He had yet to 'rape' her. He was still dressed in the dark blue jeans and dark green sweeter he had assaulted her in. And he had yet to take off his ski mask in front of her. Several times he left the bedroom for awhile, to explore her town home, leaving her bound. Struggling against the ropes was useless, but Cindy continued to because to stop would mean that she had accepted her fate.

"Now, when your friend shows, should we tell her about you and her husband Bill?"

The man's words were like ice water running through Cindy's veins.

"Oh, yes Cindy, I know it is just an innocent lunch or two with your boss. You ARE his legal assistant, after all. Spend all those LONG hours together. It COULD have happened and how is Rachel to know it didn't, especially in your present state."

"Uggghhhh!"

The man pinched Cindy's nipples a little harder while lightly kissing her neck, " And with your pending divorce... well, I can just imagine what Rachel will be imagining when I tell her about you and Bill."

No. This couldn't be happening. She could never hurt Rachel that way. Never. She may have been Rachels' husbands assistant, but that is where it ended. Rachel and her had been good friends for several years now, since they met at one of the firm's parties, even before she had worked with Bill. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening.

His captive began struggling anew, trying to wrench free of her bonds. There was nothing more lovelier than the sight of a struggling, bound woman. Except for maybe two bound and struggling women, he mused. And that was going to become a reality soon enough.

"I think we have time to play a bit before Rachel arrives, now don't we, Cindy?"

"Uh-uh!" she moaned into her ball gag, shaking her head.

"Now let's see... I need to get you prepared for the next few days," the stranger smiled.

He reached down into his black leather pack and started to rummage around. Cindy wondered what other horrible things could he pull from that bag. The rubber ball gag forced into her between her lips was bad enough. Her jaws ached and she continually drooled on herself and anywhere she was set. Her mind raced at what things the rapist might have hidden in the bulk of that pack.

"Ah, here we go, Cindy. I think you will love these."

He held in his hands two rings, split rings like the ones you find on key rings. Both of the rings had a single bell-like metal cup no more than an inch in diameter.

"I have a pair of these lovely rings for you and for Rachel when she arrives, Cindy. I think they will look lovely on you."

Cindy looked at them questioningly.

He placed each silver cup over each of her nipples, the cold metal like an electric shock. He then let them go and they fell between her legs.

"Opps. I guess I will need to glue them in place, Cindy."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Cindy wailed into her gag as she fought her bindings with renewed vigor.

He reach down between her spread legs and retrieved the fallen rings, gently caressing the swollen lips of her sex for a minute, lightly tracing her pussy curves with the rings before setting them back up onto the couch back. There was a slight rustle again and then he displayed a small plastic bottle of glue before her.

"Super glue, Soon-To-Be Miss Cotrell. A wonder of science. Did you know it was originally developed for surgery? This stuff is truly marvelous and nearly permanent, as we shall soon see."

He opened the top and began to put several large drops into the cups hollow. Cindy struggled and fought but it was easy to pin her back into the back of the couch and place the silver cup and ring onto her nipple. Within a few moments, he let it go and it stayed in place, teasing her nipple with it's weight. It was just as easy for the intruder to do the same with Cindy's other nipple. It did not cover the whole areola, only most of it.

"See that did not hurt now did it? No need for those tears, Cindy."

Cindy looked down at her own breasts and hated those things.

"No, Cindy, I think you will really like them..." and with that, he began to play with the rings, pulling on them gently, twisting them slightly, sending ripple after ripple of pleasure through her and seemingly directly into her womb.

"... and fear them also."

The man yanked on them hard, the pain stabbing through Cindy like two icy daggers. She screamed through her gag.

He then let them both go.

The girl sobbed in pain, a sound that delighted the intruder.

"Now, let me see what else in this wonderful bag."

Cindy moaned and mewled into her gag, shaking her head wildly.

There was no fanfare this time. Cindy felt something wrap around her neck and she felt sure that she was about to be strangled. But it didn't happen. The stranger just took the wide leather collar and fastened it about her slender neck, taking a heavy padlock and locking the collar shut.

"You look sooooo lovely in that black leather collar, Cindy. A perfect little slave," the intruder smiled, "But wait... , there's more!"

The next item the stranger produced was a vibrator, one simular to the one he had used on her in the wee hours of the morning, however, this one had a nub-covered 'branch' that would push against her clitoris. This vibrator also had a ring on the back end of it.

The intruder turned it on and began to caress Cindy's swollen sex with it. Her pussy was nearly bare of hair, only a small patch of brown to announce that she was not a true blonde. The tip of the device hummed around her outer lips, making Cindy squirm more. It was starting to make her horny again, despite knowing she was being 'raped'. Her pleas for him to stop were nothing but little moans.

"You do like this, Cindy, don't you?" the man laughed.

"Uh-uhhhhhh!" his beautiful captive wailed.

"You're lying, dear Cindy, I hate liars," he said as he shoved the dildo deep into her pussy, causing his captive to gasp."

"I really hate liars... "

The man then began to slowly twist Cindy's nipple rings, the pain ripping through her, causing her to scream with agony.

"Now, Cindy, dear, darling, you ARE enjoying this, aren't you?"

Cindy sobbed in pain and nodded her head yes, yes.

He released her nipple rings, "See, I knew it. I knew it all along. You are just a little slave slut now aren't you?"

Cindy nodded her head again, crying, drool coming out from around her gag.

"Now we have to get you ready for your friend. Now let us see what else I have in my bag of tricks, shall we.?"

Cindy's nipples ached with a dull pain as she heard him rummaging through his pack. And even in her pain, the hum of the vibrator was working it's magic within her. She could feel the waves of an orgasm building within her like a tidal wave. Building and building, slowly, very slowly.

The intruder watched Cindy as she closed her eyes and began to rock upon the vibrator, her hips moving to the carnal beat. The rings on her breasts began to jingle. Her long golden curls were in such disarray around her as to almost hide her face. Her moans were more passion than pain as she continued to thrust her hips.

Cindy felt the stranger reach down and begin to flick and her nipple rings, sending more of the ripples of pleasure into the building cascade. Cindy couldn't believe her body was betraying her like this. This man was torturing her and yet, perhaps as an escape from the reality of what was happening, she was about to be swallowed in the throes of pure bliss...

And then it happened. A crushing tidal wave of joy, embracing her and tossing her in it's powerful currents. Cleansing her of the pain...

Then Cindy slowly swam back to reality. The guilt and horror of what just happened consumed her and she began to sob deeply.

"There, there, Cindy," the man said, caressing her hair out of her face, "You need not be ashamed. You just showed me what a slut you really are. Now then enough of that. I do need to get you ready."

Taking a length of twine, the stranger began to thread the end through one of the nipple rings, and then the other, looping it back and tying it off. Reaching up, he pulled Cindy forward.

"Stay" he commanded.

He then took the other end and threaded it through the ring in the vibrator, drawing it taught before bringing it back up and tying it to Cindy's collar.

"Now we are going to play a game Cindy and you are going to have to listen carefully. Are you listening carefully, Cindy?"

Cindy nodded her head slightly.

"Good. Now the object of the game is to not pull this wonderful vibrator out of yourself. You can do this by keeping leaned over like this. Easy. Simple, is it not Cindy?"

Cindy nodded again.

"Now the bad part of this game is that IF you should pull this vibrator out of yourself by straightening yourself up, I would HAVE to glue that vibrator within you with that glue I used on your tits. Imagine the pain when I would, after awhile, have to remove that vibrator from you. Eeeeeeee. Causes me to shiver. You wouldn't want me to have to glue that vibrator inside you now, would you?"

Cindy shook her head, crying.

"Good. Now enjoy yourself while I prepare for your friend."

He stepped back and looked at his handiwork. Her arms were still bound in back of her, rope around her elbows and wrists, both cinched tight. Her bent over form covered most of her wonderful features, but also hid her from being seen from the front door. Rachel would see the couch but not it's occupant until she was tightly trussed up and ready to be toyed with as he was toying with Cindy right now. It gave him a warm feeling just knowing what that vibrator was doing within her...

He smiled and set to work.

Rachel lived about an hour away, but to Cindy, it seemed like as if she lived on another continent. She could here the intruder fussing about. The clink of chains here, the rustle of something there. Every once in awhile he would poke at Cindy's ribs, startling her and almost causing her to arc up and pull the buzzing vibrator out of herself. As it was, it was hard to concentrate on keeping herself bent over as she was. The humming caress of the vibrator inside her and against her clitoris was almost to much as she fought off her orgasms again and again. To orgasm would surly mean that she would accidentally pull out that devilish dildo out of herself in the throes of passion. The vibrations also traveled up the twine and to her nipples, causing more and more little rips of pleasure. When an orgasm loomed close, all Cindy had to remember is the man's threat and the horrid pain it would cause. However, it was getting harder and harder to fight off the evil pleasure that would, inevitably, engulf her.

"Ah, I see you friend driving up now in that red Beemer of hers. Now, you be quiet, dear Cindy, or there will be alot of pain for you... understand?"

Cindy nodded her head, even though she couldn't see the man.

Then she heard the door swing open.

Rachel pulled up behind the white van that proudly proclaiming "Pete's Plumbing: Never Sleep With A Drip Again". Rachel thought it was a little odd that Cindy hadn't mentioned the plumber over the phone, but she sounded really upset. Upset enough to not mention the plumber. As Rachel climbed out of her car, she saw a tallish, dark haired man in gray overalls, making his way over to the van.