1. 43 Katie`s story pt1


    Date: 3/6/2017, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: alibodge, Rating: 73, Source: xHamster

    slowed and then stopped the engine finally coughing itself to silence, and the door at the cab end slamming, before silence reigned and she was left alone and shaken in the cold steel van body rain now tapping on the roof. She lay getting her breath back trying desperately to think. Luckily she had always enjoyed a little BDMS, nothing heavy but a tap or two of a flogger was not unknown, and a spanking had stimulated her more than once as well, so she was not a virgin by any means. Bondage too held few fears, and as her job was not of national importance, only her elderly parents would be missing her and as she did not now have a regular man and as women of her age went missing from Glasgow quite regularly it was unlikely that she would be searched for very hard or found for that matter. She began to quietly weep. The cab door crashed open again and they began this journey to the unknown yet again. This time it was a long trip, the little van rumbling along at a fast clip for hour on uncomfortable hour. Finally the machine began bouncing over a rough track then halted and the engine again stopped, the silence was deafening, the cab door crashed open, footsteps and then the doors of her improvised cell opened, cool fresh air hit her and she looked around as she was dragged out by suntan like a bag of coals. She spun a full 360degrees, taking in the unfamiliar moorland air, and the view in the gathering dusk of the unfriendly flat bog-land that stretched for as far as she ...
    could see. The remote cottage squatted on the landscape like a wart on the back of a naked beauty. An ugly structure in its infancy, now in old age it was hideous, built many years ago to accommodate a gamekeeper or gilly out here on this vast dreary moorland a tiny stable told of his transport and a small enclosed garden of its self sufficiency. Suntan pushed her towards the front door, remarking that she would be here for a day or two and as she could see the area was accessible only by the roadway they had just traversed, there was no other way out and he would easily recapture her if she left the homestead. He removed her handcuffs, she rubbing her wrists as he used a key on the heavy old door which creaked open stiffly. They entered the cold damp building, he pointing out the facilities such as existed, an earth closet out back and a drum of collected rain water beside the stone sink. She was told to always boil the water and she was free to wander the home and garden but no funny business as the moor was a sinking stinking marsh so not to stray or she would be drowning in an instant. He then threw himself in the old armchair telling her to light the fire, make some food and generally sort herself out, indicating the woodpile and the bag of coal, the larder and the bag of fresh foodstuffs he produced from the motor. He began lighting an old oil lamp, and the room was bathed in soft light. An hour saw them in better shape, warmth was returning to the room, a meal of sorts was ...
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