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Author's Note: This is the first of several story ideas I’ve had that reflect my personal tastes. I welcome feedback so any following stories can be more enjoyable to the readers. As this is fantasy, I have taken liberties with psychology, moral attitudes and the physical limitations of my characters. I warn readers that I am a sadist at heart, but prefer my victims enjoy the pain, discomfort and sex so most of my writing is consensual, but non-consensual acts may occur.
Giselle crouched in the bush, naked but for the GPS dog collar, chastity belt, knee high boots with 12 cm heels and bondage mittens. Sure that her camouflage painted skin is keeping the hunters from seeing her, but to get to the designated safe zone just 100 meters away and be safe from an evening of punishment and forced sex, she will now have to cross the gravel road in front of her. She was known on the estate as “Giselle the gazelle” for her speed, and was sure she could get up enough speed to confound any hunter in the area, make it to safe and collect a nice paycheck for nothing other than an afternoon jog.
The intruder holding the fox tail in her ass picked that moment to come on, vibrating and expanding and she wished her hands were free and the chastity belt locking her pussy could be removed so she could relieve the sexual torment she had been subjected to during the hunt, but such antics would surely give her location away. A few minutes later, the plug receded into dormancy, and she shivered with desire, but recovered her composure.
She did another quick check of the area and made her move, heading for the cover of the overgrown ditch across the road. She almost made it, but one of the hunters was more experienced than the drunken executives usually involved in these hunts and had staked out a hide with a field of fire on the road. He fired his tranquilizer gun just as she cleared the road, the dart sticking in her left ass cheek. Giselle’s last thought was “Oh, fuck” as she fell unconscious into the ditch.
Giselle was the daughter of diplomats, raised in embassies in Europe until they moved back to the states when she was 16. Now 21, she stood 175 cm without the heels she loved and her chestnut hair, frequently in a pony tail, came to the small of her back. She had long, strong legs, small waist and a muscular, but feminine upper body. She had trained as a dancer, but the advent of a pair of impressive breasts when she hit puberty cut short that career path. She found peace in long distance running and could sprint the 100 meter in 12 seconds (although not in 5” heels!) which came in handy in her current employ. She spoke French and German fluently and knew some Spanish, Greek and Russian.
When her parents retired from the State Department, they had moved to Durham, North Carolina and took teaching positions at Duke University but were both killed in a car crash when Giselle was in her first year of college. She had also discovered her submissive side at the beginning of that year when a freshman on the men’s team challenged her to a race after she put him down when he was bragging about his long-distance stamina. Giselle could easily outperform the boys on her school’s track team in high school and she knew she could leave him in the dust. After 10 kilometers, he was lagging behind, gasping for air and she decided to torture him a little, offering a “winner take all” bet. Giselle lost after the newcomer stopped faking fatigue and left her in the dust; finishing the race a full minute before Giselle. He took his reward in the form of making her his slave for the evening and gave her an over the knee spanking in front of the boys and girls track teams for her earlier impertinence. Giselle nearly melted from the embarrassment of the spanking, but was so turned on from the experience she acquiesced to his request for sex later that evening with a quiet “Yes, Sir. Anything you wish, Sir”.
After getting a couple of burgers and fries, he took her virginity in the back of his pickup in a field under the stars. With Giselle spread eagled in the bed of the truck, secured to the tie down hooks, he placed an old tool box under her ass, still burning from the spanking. He stretched her taut, legs spread and raising her sex like a sacrifice. He licked her body all over, tickled and stroked as Giselle strained against the straps. She was so turned on she started begging to be fucked. As he entered her, he grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples hard. Giselle exploded in a mind blowing orgasm and he had to quickly grab his shorts and stuff her mouth to keep her screams from echoing through the woods. He ploughed her pussy roughly, using her breasts as handholds and Giselle was nearly incoherent from the pleasure. Her fingers had never made her feel like this!
They dated regularly after that and he enjoyed his domination of Giselle as much as she enjoyed being dominated. Giselle was a beautiful woman and he insisted on low cut tops, short skirts and high heels when they went out. He removed her panties before spanking her in his truck when he picked her up for dates, then fingered her bare pussy under the restaurant table cloth, her panties in her mouth while ordering for the both of them. When their food came, Giselle would discretely remove the panties from her mouth and insert them in her pussy, only to be reinserted in her mouth when dinner was over. Gagging her with his shorts, he tied her hands to her ankles then to the sides of the truck, spreading her wide, then held her down by the throat as he took her. She lost her ass virginity on the tailgate of his truck, bent over with legs spread and her hands tied to the sides of the bed. A little hot sauce on the condom would make any fuck interesting and Giselle always swallowed his cum when he wanted her mouth. She rarely got to watch all of a movie at the theater usually seeing just the ending with his cum on her face and her panties in her mouth. She was stripped naked in the woods, gagged and blindfolded and left there alone at night spread eagled between two trees, bitten and tormented by mosquitoes until he snuck up, whipping her front and back with a supple thin branch, then fucked her ass. She lay naked and spread eagled in the back of his truck, covered with a tarp with a vibrator on low taped into her pussy and driven to bonfires as the kids from school would sit around and drink beer, talk and make out. All the time she was lying naked a few feet away, nipples hard from the cold, struggling to not moan and give away her presence. At the end of the night, she would orgasm the instant he penetrated her and cum the whole time he fucked her. But at the end of the school year, he reluctantly left for a college out of state and Giselle was left to her memories and own fingers.
Giselle wanted to be a Pediatrician and the cost of college and medical school was intimidating. Her parent’s estate got her a small condo and with the help of her track scholarship, paid for the first few years of college, but she was looking at huge loans to finish medical school. She didn’t date much, preferring to concentrate on school. In her sophomore year, she took Abnormal Psych and the Professor insisted on a short therapy session with some of his students. He suspected Giselle had a submissive nature and having gotten her to talk about it in therapy, handed her a card and told her a friend of his needed occasional weekend staff at his estate. It paid well and he thought she might fit the bill.
After an interview with the manager of the estate detailing the requirements of the job and a very embarrassing personal questionnaire delving into her kinks, desires, fetishes and hard limits, Giselle was hired to entertain guests during weekend retreats. Pay was based on piece work. The more kinky the weekend’s schedule, the more the women were paid. If that weekend’s activities included something a woman wouldn’t do, she wasn’t scheduled. Giselle opted out of lesbian scenes, any blood, piercing, needles or permanent marks. Some weekends Giselle was just arm candy at events and vanilla was the flavor of the day, others were spent being spanked and fucked, blowing the clients or some light bondage and pain. Being a runner, the “hunts” were Giselle’s favorite events and the captured women were ravished as the day’s prize. If “prey” was tagged by a hunter, she got a bonus for the extra “work” and the darts used, in addition to a fast acting knock out drug, contain a slow acting stimulant that increased sexual arousal. Most hunts usually ended in a quick fuck or blowjob, but sometimes you’d get a real sadist hunting and the girls got to earn their money; those were the one’s Giselle loved. The estate kept a plenty of young women and men on rotation, most attractive young college students earning their way through several of the area’s colleges. Most of the other women were friendly and Giselle spent some “off-duty” time socializing with them. The demand for the staff depended on the weekend’s activities, but Giselle was employed often enough to insure medical school would get paid for. She dropped from the track team, using the time to study.
After being darted, Giselle’s hunter had thrown her 65 kilo’s over his shoulder and carried her to the check station to have his trophy prepared. She was cleaned, blindfolded and delivered, bound in a strict hogtied, to his suite.
The next day at noon, housekeeping found Giselle, tied face up, spread-eagle to the high four poster bed, with her head hanging off the edge. She was so far into “sub-space” it took her 10 minutes to realize she was free. Her cunt, breasts, thighs and ass were bruised and covered with cane and whip marks. Semen leaked from her ass and cunt and covered her face. Her hunter had used his chemically induced stamina to good purpose and she had been whipped, caned, spanked and pinched all night. She had been screwed in every orifice multiple times and had cum dozens of times. He had used Giselle’s control of her gag reflex, holding his impressive penis deep in her throat until her control started to fail, her body started begging for oxygen and the muscles in her throat, choking on the invader, massaged him into filling her belly with another load. He had been a virtuoso of pain, making her beg to please him to avoid some new torment then inflicting some other fresh torture instead. She could barely stand and spent the afternoon recovering in the estate’s spa. As she left out the service entrance that evening, the butler, a hatchet faced, unsmiling caricature of a proper British gentleman’s gentleman presented her regular paycheck and a thick envelope. He said, “Poor taste in my opinion, but the Master approved it. Your friend was quite satisfied with your performance and insisted on leaving a “gratuity”.” There was $10,000 in cash and a business card with nothing but a phone number.
The next day, a still exhausted Giselle dragged through classes, napped in the library during a break and barely made it back to her apartment before whipping out her rabbit and masturbating her aching pussy furiously. She was intrigued by this hunter and he pushed every button in her kink console. Usually, if she was captured, which was rare thanks to her speed and agility, she got screwed a couple of times and that was it. Sometimes she would allow herself to get caught just to get a good fuck. She pulled out the card with the phone number and debated calling it, but the next few weeks of school were tough with finals coming and Giselle put her captor out of her mind. Her GPA was 4.0, and she intended to keep it that way. She put the card on her fridge and forgot about it.
After finals, some girls she knew from the estate decided to take a break and head to the beach. There were lots of Marines at Emerald Isle and they had a 4 bedroom house for the week. Giselle spent the week getting a tan, torturing hard up Marines from Camp Lejuene with her skimpy bikini and gorgeous body and taking a break. She did hook up with a Harrier pilot from Cherry Point one night, having an enjoyable fuck, and after he asked about some of the marks from the previous weekend, let him spank her to another orgasm. She blew him then and again in the morning before he left with a fake name and phone number. She returned to summer session refreshed and ready for her senior year.
The next weekend, Giselle was asked to work. She reported Friday night and the “prey” as they were called retired early to the rooms they had to themselves. Early the next morning, after a light breakfast, the five women were costumed, camouflaged and their “handicap”, as the staff like to call the assorted vibrators, nipple clamps, restrictive shoes and cuffs, were installed as directed by the weekend’s activities. Then the women were escorted out to the starting line. For this weekend, they were outfitted with dildo gags, nipple clips connected by a short chain, a dildo and butt plug held in place with a chastity belt and stiff, thigh high toe boots with a 25 cm ankle chain. As their arms were secured in a sheath behind them, Giselle’s elbows touched tightly and Giselle knew her speed was going to be severely restricted by this outfit. Stealth and cunning would be the only way to escape. The hunters did not know where the prey’s “home” was, only that they were inside the large hunting zone on the map of the estate they were given. Any prey that left the zone was disqualified and, in addition to not getting paid for the weekend, spent the night in the servant’s quarters entertaining the men from the estate. When still new at the estate, Giselle had accidentally crossed out of the zone and warned by the GPS collar, was snatched up by the staff and spent that night finding out that the butler, in addition to loving ping pong paddles, had an impressive dick and preferred brutal anal sex. She could barely sit for a week after that mistake!
At the starting gun, the women headed for the woods and 10 minutes later, the hunters began stalking their prey. Again, Giselle used her knowledge of the woods, camouflage and stealth to hide as hunters walked within yards of her hiding in the bush. She was almost halfway to “home” when both butt plug and vibrator started shocking her insides and the nipple clips shocked her breasts. She stumbled and fell, shaking a bush, attracting a hunter who quickly darted her and claimed his prize for the day.
All five “prey” were quickly captured thanks to their handicaps and unlike usual weekends, the captured women weren’t carried to individual rooms to be whipped, raped and sodomized by their captors. After blindfolding at the check in station (prey never got to see the faces of the hunters who wore camouflage masks during the hunt), they were arranged in the estate’s dungeon and attached to various bondage apparatus. Two women were tied onto a rack in a “69” with dildo gags protruding into their partner’s cunt. They girl on top was to be ass fucked and whipped until she made the other come, then they were flipped over and their partner got that treatment. One was standing with vibrating dildos penetrating her pussy and ass, with arms tied in a strapado and a ring gag. There was a cane to encourage her oral technique hanging from a hook nearby. The last, beside Giselle, was tied in a rigid hogtie with her hair tied to a butt hook and hung from a ceiling hoist with her head and pussy at the perfect height for screwing. A ring gag kept the option of declining the honor of being throat fucked from her.
Giselle was the last to be brought in. She was hung spread eagle from a steel circle in the middle of the dungeon. The frame was made to pivot, so she could be arranged multiple ways.
The leader of the group using the estate for that weekend addressed the group of men. “These cunts are yours to use and abuse all afternoon.” Pointing at Giselle, he said “This slut is not to have her pussy or ass entered. She is only to be punished and face fucked! We will give her no pleasure, only pain.” Giselle’s masochistic side was thrilled, but getting fucked after the pain was the best part of suffering! She could easily cum from getting fucked in the ass and they were even taking that from her!
For the rest of the afternoon, women were fucked in mouth, pussy and ass. The two in the 69 worked dildos furiously in their partner’s cunt, coming over and over. Screams were elicited and pain was inflicted. Giselle was whipped down her back, ass and thighs, flipped around and whipped again down her front. Clamps were placed on nipple and clit, and then shocked at random. She was face fucked by all the men, but nothing was ever enough to bring her to orgasm. After several hours, the men were exhausted and the women sagged in their bondage; spent and satiated. All except Giselle; she ached for sexual release, burning from the punishment. Finally, the leader came over to her, stroking a whip mark on her breast with his crop, making her shiver in need. “Little slave, do you wish to come?” Giselle nodded yes enthusiastically. “You may bring yourself to climax from the pain.” Giselle strained to understand. Exhausted, she hung in her frame, still unable to cum.
The men left for dinner and the women were attended by estate staff, released and given refreshments, but they knew the night wasn’t over.
After their break, all the women were taken back to the dungeon and one by one, secured. Bent over a fucking frame, laid face down on a short table with ass and head hanging off far enough to ease entry, tied in a strict hogtie and lifted to waist high, bent into a pillory. Giselle was left until last. Ballet boots, strict corset on waist and neck, alligator clips attached to nipples, clit and cunt lips, she was led to a post and wrapped with plastic wrap head to toe, securing her to it. Giselle spent the evening listening to the others’ torment and satisfaction while being occasionally shocked; never being satisfied. For a masochistic sexual submissive, this was the ultimate torment.
Late that night, she could hear quiet moans from her fellow captives. The group’s leader came to Giselle, leaning in close, he told her his son had used her several weeks before and had been impressed with her masochism, but here she was, bound and tormented, but unable to reach orgasm. “How deep is your submission? Do you want to be a man’s ultimate slave? Sas arései to proktikó sex? I understand you speak Greek? A slave doesn’t need her master’s touch. She only needs his permission. You may come now!” As the shocks on clit and nipples hit her, Giselle’s mind reached the realization that yes; she was a masochist, a submissive slut and a slave. Her body not only accepted the pain given by her master, but craved it. The pain she was suffering became pleasure and she came. The shocks ended and as she recovered, he leaned in again and said “It works both ways. Now you are forbidden to come.” The shocks started again, but it was just pain this time, no pleasure. Giselle’s body drooped in exhaustion.
Giselle awoke the next morning in a bed in the women’s rooms, confused, sore, tired and hungry. A breakfast buffet was laid out in the servant’s dining room and starving, stuffed her face. She retired to her room and napped until mid-afternoon. Another impressive paycheck and Giselle was back to being a college girl.
She had accepted her submissive, masochistic streak but had never really thought of herself as a slave deep down. She needed to work this out! It conflicted with her desire to finish medical school. She didn’t think she could be satisfied as some man’s play toy. She vowed to talk to her abnormal psych professor to see if he could help her work this out.