Jill

God she was tall!!

Every time I passed her in the store she towered over 
my 5' 7." I was beginning to wonder if I was going to 
be able to pull this off. Was she as strong as she was 
tall? Her name was Jill and I was going to kidnap her 
and have some fun if she didn't kill me. She had brown 
hair with blonde streaks and a fantastic body. Very 
slender with large, high riding breasts which certainly 
didn't need a bra.

I decided to use chloroform to knock her out 
temporarily – at least until I could get back to my 
basement. But even that was going to be difficult. I 
planned on grabbing her as she walked to her car in the 
parking lot. I set it up so that it looked like I had a 
severe physical handicap and was having trouble with my 
packages. I parked beside her vehicle and I waited 
until she was almost at her car then faked slipping 
with my crutches and dropping my bags.

As I tried to bend over to pick them up I heard her 
come up behind me. "Can I help?" she asked and I said 
that would be great if she didn't mind. She opened the 
back of my van and bent over for the bags. As she 
reached in to put them down I drove my crutch into the 
back of head knocking her face down into the storage 
compartment.

I quickly jumped in and sat on her back pining her arms 
to the floor. Before she could figure out what was 
happening I grabbed the chloroform from the floor and 
poured it on a rag which I held over her mouth and 
nose. She started to struggle but not for long. Quickly 
I felt her slump down and stop fighting me as the 
chloroform took affect. Jumping out of the vehicle I 
lifted her legs and pushed her the rest of the way into 
the compartment and closed the door.

As I walked around to the side door I quickly looked 
around to see if anyone had noticed the action. When I 
got in the side door she was just laying there and I 
quickly stripped off pieces of duct tape and put them 
over her mouth and wrapped her wrists behind her back 
and ankles with more of the tape. I got the laundry bag 
I had ready and pulled it over her head and tightened 
the draw string enough so that she couldn't pull or 
shake it off. I then stretched her out and tied her 
legs and wrists to the rings I had installed in the 
floor of the van.

The ties were tight enough that she couldn't start 
kicking or pounding when she came to. I sat there for a 
moment then ran my hand over her body feeling her 
breasts and running my hand up between her legs and 
over her pubic area. I slid my hand up under her t-
shirt and cupped her bra clad breast. I was getting a 
hell of a hard on already and I had a good idea what it 
what it was going to be like when I got her home.

With that thought I figured I should leave and at least 
get on the road before she woke up which she did just 
as was pulling onto the freeway. I heard her moaning 
and then what sounded like muffled screaming as she 
came right out of the chloroform induced sleep. I 
couldn't tell if she was frightened or pissed off. 
Whatever, she was going to be frightened before this 
experience was over.

I pulled into my drive way, opened the garage and swung 
the van into it. After the door was closed I got in the 
back with Jill and grabbing her hair through the bag I 
flicked my knife open and touched the point to her 
neck. "Keep absolutely still and quiet and I won't cut 
you" I told her. That shut her up and I could feel her 
tremble under my hand. I tied her ankles about a foot 
apart so that she could walk but not kick or run and 
cut the rope securing her to the van floor.

I slipped the "collar" over her head and tightened it 
gently around her neck. The "collar" was a device I had 
picked up in a bondage store – if the leash attached to 
it was pulled it would tighten but wouldn't loosen when 
the pulling stopped until the ratchet was tripped with 
an Allen key being pushed into a hexagonal hole in the 
collar. If she pulled hard enough she would be choked 
and would have no way of loosening the collar without 
the key. I told her to step out of the van and I helped 
her through the door.

When she was standing outside I said I was now going to 
show her how the collar worked. I pulled the leash and 
heard the ratchet tighten. Her natural reaction was to 
jerk backwards and when she did the collar tightened 
right up and her breath was cut off. I let the leash go 
slack and watched her flounder about trying to get a 
breath for a second or two then told her to stand still 
and I will loosen it. She was panicking and I had to 
grab her hair through the sack and hold her still until 
I could get the key in the hole and pop the ratchet.

When she had caught her breath and quieted down I said, 
"Do you understand now what happens when the leash is 
pulled?" She nodded her head.

"You probably don't want to go through that again do 
you?" She shook her head.

"OK, lets go – walk carefully and you won't trip over 
anything." I took her arm and led her though the door 
into the kitchen of my house.

"OK, well done. We are now going to go down some stairs 
so step carefully."

She reached out with her foot, felt the first step and 
slowly moved down into the basement. I told her when 
she was at the bottom and she just stood there. I led 
her over to the center of the room and snapped the end 
of the leash onto a rope that went up and over a pulley 
near the high ceiling. Pulling gently on the rope the 
leash tightened but the ratchet didn't click. I tied 
off the rope to a post about 12 feet from Jill. Now she 
had no choice but to stand there. If she tried to walk 
away she would tighten the collar and choke.

I pulled the hood I had also bought at the bondage 
store over my head and walked up to Jill. I first cut 
the ropes holding her feet and then pulled the sack off 
her head. She blinked in the bright light and I could 
she that she had been crying. Tear trails ran down her 
face. I jerked the tape off her mouth and she 
immediately started asking me what I wanted.

"Shut up" I said, "or I will tighten the rope to shut 
you up." "If you haven't figured out what I want yet 
you are far to dumb to be working in a school. Behave 
yourself and do as you are told and you will be going 
home to your husband tonight."

I walked around behind her and removed the duct tape 
from her wrists. Now the collar was the only restraint 
she had. I figured she would make one try at running 
and I wasn't disappointed. She grabbed the collar with 
both hands and took off running for the stairs. She 
thought she could keep the collar from choking her by 
holding it away from her neck. When she hit the end of 
the rope I heard the collar ratchet about four times. 
She was partially successful in stopping herself from 
being choked but she was still having trouble 
breathing.

I guess she thought the rope or leash would break but 
it didn't. I reached for the rope and jerked it hard. 
The ratchet clicked three more times and now she was 
choking herself with her own fingers. I again waited 
for a few seconds before walking over, grabbing the 
collar and pushing the key into the lock. The collar 
immediately loosened and Jill sucked in air in great 
gasps. Her hair was disheveled and her lipstick was 
smeared but she still looked great.

"Do you understand now?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Jill, do you realize that if you try to escape you 
will choke, if you don't do what you are told you will 
choke."

"Yes."

"Great! Take your shirt off." She hesitated and I 
reached for the rope.

"No!" she cried and reached down and stripped her t-
shirt off over her head. She stood there trying to hold 
it in front, hiding her bra but the rope passing up 
through the neck hole was interfering. I walked over to 
her and flicking my knife open I cut through the shirt 
from the neck to the hem. "Take your pants off Jill." 
In order to do that she had to drop the t-shirt. Slowly 
she let go of the shirt and I could see her bra clearly 
for the first time. It was a half cup in a nice shade 
of blue.

She undid the button and zipper and pulled her pants 
down and kicked them away and stood there in a matching 
thong panty.

God! She was gorgeous. A slender body with large tits 
pushing against her bra.

Her panties were tight and I could see the indentation 
where they pulled up into her cunt lips. I just looked 
at her for about two minutes and said "Take the bra 
off." She again hesitated and I reached for the rope. 
She didn't say anything this time she just reached 
behind her and undid her bra. Sliding the straps off 
her shoulders she let the bra drop to the floor and 
just stood there with her head hung down and her tits 
in plain view. They hadn't dropped at all.

I had never seen anyone over the age of 14 who had less 
need for a bra. Hers tits stuck straight out the 
nipples a reddish pink colour and the areolas a little 
lighter and about the size of silver dollars. I walked 
over to her and reached out and cupped her tits in my 
hands. I played with them for awhile and pinched the 
nipples until they started to react. She just stood 
there with her head hung down.

She was wearing cute white thong panties and I told her 
to slowly turn around. As she turned her ass came into 
view and I could see the thong on her panties 
disappearing into the crack of her ass.

"Now take the panties off."

She whispered something and I told her to speak up.

"Please, can I leave my panties on."

"Not a chance," I told her, "take them off."

I could see the tears starting to fall and I said in a 
loud voice, "Take your god damn panties off," and shook 
the rope.

She quickly pushed her thumbs into the waistband and 
slid the panties off over her hips. They hit the floor 
and she was completely naked. I wondered how long it 
had been since anyone other than her husband had seen 
her this way.

Her legs were slightly parted and her pussy lips were a 
little darker than the surrounding skin and they hung 
down like they were inviting a cock to push between 
them. I was certainly going to accept the invitation. 
She shaved her pubic hair – all but a thin strip that 
pointed the way to her cunt and she looked totally 
fuckable standing there looking at the floor.

"Play with your cunt."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Spread the lips and stick your finger up your hole" I 
told her. Slowly she complied and I saw her finger 
disappearing up inside her cunt but I was getting to 
horny to wait much longer. I pushed a padded sawhorse 
over to her and told her to bend over it. I had 
fastened loops of cotton rope to the legs on the side 
where her arms would hang down and I told her to slip 
her hands through the loops and pull them tight around 
her wrists.

When she had done that, I walked around behind her saw 
that her cunt was in plain view between her legs. The 
dark lips were slightly spread waiting and I couldn't 
hold off any longer. Dropping my pants I walked up 
behind her and said "Do you want me to fuck you Jill?"

"Please no, please, please!" she said in a squeaky 
voice. I picked up the riding crop that was leaning 
against the wall and brought I down with a sharp crack 
right across her ass. She screamed and jerked up 
against the ropes.

"Do you want me to fuck you Jill?" I asked again.

"Please don't hit me again" she cried. I whacked her 
again with the crop and again she screamed and jerked 
against the ropes. Two welts were plainly showing now 
and I wondered if there were going to be more.

"Do you want me to fuck you Jill?"

This time her reply was a sobbed "Yes."

"What do you want, Jill?"

"I want you to fuck me," she replied.

"How do I do that?" I asked.

She was quiet for a couple of seconds then said "Put 
your cock in me."

"Where do you want my cock, Jill."

"In my vagina."

"Would that be your cunt, Jill," I said.

"I guess so."

"So what do you want me to do," I asked.

"I want you to put your cock in my cunt."

"Where's your manners, Jill," I asked her, "Say 
please."

Again she was quiet for a couple of seconds and I 
tapped her ass with the crop.

"Please put your cock in my cunt," she said 
immediately.

"OK, if you really want me to," I replied.

I picked up some Vaseline and smeared it on my cock 
because I new she was probably going to be dry. Walking 
up to her I reached down and spread the lips of her 
cunt as wide as I could with my thumbs. I looked fondly 
at her cunt for a few minutes seeing the pink insides 
and then pushed the head of my cock just between her 
lips.

"Are you sure this is what you want Jill?"

"Yes, just don't hit me again."

With that I rammed my cock its full length into her. 
The Vaseline stopped any damage but the sudden entry 
obviously hurt as she grunted loudly. I was buried 
right to my balls in this beautiful amazon and I was 
enjoying every minute of it. I stated working my cock 
back and forth enjoying the sliding sensation of the 
Vaseline.

I decided to try the other whole. I pulled out and 
smearing some Vaseline on my finger I pushed it into 
Jill's tight little asshole. She didn't like that. She 
started jerking about and telling me to take it out. I 
tapped her with the crop again and she quieted down. 
Pulling out my finger, I pushed the head of my cock 
against her anus. I kept up a steady pressure but I 
could tell Jill was tensing her muscles to stop me from 
entering. I brought the crop down hard on her hip and 
she lurched sideways.

"Relax and let me in or I will really start beating on 
you." I tapped the crop again for emphasis. I could 
hear her starting to cry and she relaxed her sphincter. 
The head of my cock slowly slid into her ass and 
equally slowly up into her. Now that was tight! It 
didn't take long before I was on the verge of coming 
and I pulled out before I shot my load. I walked around 
to her front and told her the real fun was going to 
start now. She was going to suck my cock until I came 
and she was going to drink every bit of my cum.

She started to protest and I said "there are two ways 
we can do this. I will go over to the sink and wash off 
the Vaseline and any shit from your ass and you will 
happily suck my nice clean cock or I can just whack you 
with the crop until you give in and you will be sucking 
Vaseline and shit. Which do you want?"

She cried and said the first. I walked over and washed 
myself and came back. I was still as hard as a rock and 
I turned her head towards me and she obediently opened 
her mouth.

"Now you remember that you are going to drink every 
last drop or you are going to have a very sore ass." 
She nodded and I slid my cock into her waiting mouth. 
Maybe she just wanted to get this whole thing over with 
because she started to suck me with great skill and it 
felt fantastic. It wasn't long before I felt the start 
of my climax and I held onto her long hair. Then it 
started and I felt the first spurt leave my cock. She 
gagged but didn't open her lips as spurt after spurt 
flowed into her mouth. She was swallowing as fast as 
she could and by God she didn't lose a drop.

I pulled out of her mouth and reached down and loosened 
the ropes on her wrists. She straitened up and couldn't 
help licking her lips to see if any was dripping.

I told her to put the laundry bag back over her head 
and I handcuffed her hands behind her back again. She 
asked about her clothes and I told her that she was 
going to have to go home naked. I covered her mouth 
with tape again and unhooking the rope from the leash I 
led her back up the stairs and out to the van.

When we got to the parking lot where I had picked her 
up it was dark and deserted. I handed her her purse and 
went around and opened the side door. I pulled her out 
and she stood there naked except for the bag on her 
head which was tied with a tight knot. I told her that 
her car was about 20 feet in front of her and that her 
keys were in her purse. When she got into the car she 
would be able to untie the knot on the bag in a while 
and she was free to go home to her husband.

I took the handcuffs off, pointed her in the right 
direction, got into the van and drove off. In the rear 
view mirror I saw her walking with her hands out in 
front to her car her white ass flashing in the lights 
of the parking lot. By the time I turned out of the lot 
she was leaning on her car frantically looking in her 
purse for the keys.

I wondered if she would ever figure out that her 
husband had set the whole thing up with me. Somehow I 
doubted it.

END