No matter how many times Jane drove her delivery truck past the
abandoned motel she had to laugh. Who in their right mind would think
that a motel in the middle of nowhere was a good business plan? True,
had the economy not collapsed at the wrong time, maybe some businesses
would have moved out here, but still! Yet, for Jane's purposes, this
structure worked perfectly, and, on this particular night, as she pulled
the dusty, dark colored sedan into the parking lot, choosing a spot
completely obscured from the highway she just left, the smile never left
her face. She stepped out of the car, walked to the building, and
pulled a tarp off of a generator. With a push of a button, it sprang to
life, and satisfied that it was running strongly, she turned and
stepped behind the sedan, inserting a key, unlocking and opening the
trunk. She shined a flashlight inside, illuminating a zippered bag that
was strapped to the floor of the trunk.
She pulled down the
zipper, and the bag first revealed blonde hair, and gently brushing it
aside, the eyes behind it blinked and opened wide, crystal blue in the
beam of Jane's light.
"Wwmmmghmmmghmmph!" was all that could come out
of the gagged mouth below those eyes
"I'm sorry honey, but I don't
understand you. Maybe you should wait until I take that gag out." Jane
taunted her distressed captive. She unbuckled the straps holding the
bag in the trunk, and lifted it up and onto her right shoulder. "C'mon,
baby, let's go play a game. It's going to be soooo exciting!"
"Mmmmiiiiiiiiiimmphhh!!"
+
Alysha
was just what Jane was looking for in the wake of the explosive end of
her relationship with Jessica. Not only was Alysha a fit and attractive
blonde, she was also in the military service, so she truly had no home,
and in town, her network of personal relationships was sparse. Plus,
she bought a lot of things that had to be delivered, and while Jane
worked many routes, her deliveries to Alysha's apartment were frequent
enough for them to strike up a friendly relationship. The nature of the
companies Alysha purchased from further informed Jane that she was
quite eager for female companionship of a certain sort. While Jane was
looking for the opening to make the first move, Alysha made it for her.
Jane
was subtly directing Alysha's attention to the shipper's address on the
parcel she was delivering when Alysha asked, "I'm sure you know what
this company sells--there's probably not a lot of secrets in your
field," Alysha lowered her head so she could seductively raise her blue
eyes at Jane. "I'm going to need some help to use what's in this
package...you wouldn't be interested in helping me, would you?" Jane,
playing it cool, pointed to her delivery truck, "I'm a little occupied
right now, but..." Alysha held up a finger, signaling a pause, stepped
quickly into her apartment, then emerged with a card. "My number's
written on the back. I'd really like to try this out soon...tonight,
maybe?" Jane's patience had paid off as Alysha made the entree to a
more private acquaintance between the two, so she felt comfortable
continuing to be patient. "We'll see. I'm gonna have to hustle to
empty that truck today, but I would like to...help you with that
thing." Jane turned to leave, then looked back seductively, "You really
should make sure it works first, too...you wouldn't want to disappoint
me, would you?" With that departing comment, Jane took the first step
in establishing her dominant role.
Jane waited a couple of
days before calling, and if Alysha was simmering before, she was nearly
at full boil now. "I'm so glad you called, Jane! I have it all set up,
it works perfectly, and I can't wait to try it out...but I do need a
partner." Alysha paused, but Jane didn't volunteer right away. Still,
the thought of trussing up that blonde so that she would have to
helplessly submit to that machine was fueling Jane's interest. Holding
the upper hand, she arranged a date in a few days, then postponed when
"something came up", and finally, after making Alysha wait two weeks,
the two got together at Alysha's apartment and she put the thoroughly
smoldering Alysha and her elaborate pleasure-inducing machine through
their respective paces. Jane came to quite enjoy mechanically-assisted
intimacy, and that was the first of an increasing number of evenings she
and Alysha were spending together in pursuit of ever more imaginative
uses of Alysha's collection of instruments.
Indeed, the relationship
did blossom, and Alysha's absences due to temporary duty assignments
with her unit just stoked the fires even hotter, but the fires did not
make a forge, and Jane sensed a familiar weakness beginning in their
relationship. Just as Jessica had become increasingly more interested
in her sticks of dynamite, Alysha became more focused on her instruments
and machines. Without them, she seem disinterested, even distant with
Jane, but once one of her toys appeared in Jane's hands, Alysha's blue
eyes livened up and she became engaged in the play between the two
women. They were now more than a catalyst; they had become
essential...and Jane did not like that.
More often than not,
Jane would make an appearance at Alysha's apartment only to find her
collapsed on her bed, exhausted from pleasuring herself, her vibrator
still humming, and her laptop displaying text and images of damsels in
mortal peril. It would take a while for Alysha to regain the strength
to play, and in that time the exciting tension that was the heart of any
game was dissipated. These disappointments increasingly wore on Jane,
and though she made her desires clear to Alysha, the problem continued,
and the same dark feelings she came to have for Jessica now began to
appear for Alysha. She began planning for a violent conclusion for
their relationship if things did not change, and an opportunity to
execute her plan fortuitously arose.
+
Alysha soon left on a
30-day temporary duty assignment and gave her apartment keys to Jane so
that she could watch over her things while she was away. Jane steadily
set to work, first, studying Alysha's laptop for her browsing
favorites, then designing just the right murderously perilous deathtrap
to fit with her interests. She traveled to the abandoned motel
discretely, using only previously scheduled days off work. She laid in
supplies during the first trips, then set to work constructing the
elaborate trap on the remaining visits. For reasons somewhat different
than Jessica's, she liked dynamite traps, and in this case, not only
would this trap vaporize her victim, but it would also demolish the
entire motel--which would suit her purposes well. Jane surmised that
the building's owners, mortgagers, and insurers would be quite happy to
have this money sink disappear, so if it were "accidentally" blown to
bits it was unlikely that anyone would investigate very hard to find out
exactly why. In fact, many of the building's facilities--electrical
and gas, for example--had decayed to the point that they would be a more
reasonable cause of it's destruction than Jane's plan, and that's what
she would rely on.
Jane acquired the final piece of the trap, a
sawed-off, double barreled shotgun, the day before Alysha returned from
her assignment. "If her attention isn't focused on me, then this just
might help convince her", Jane said to herself as she fingered the
smooth operating mechanisms of the new firearm. Satisfied with its
quality, Jane replaced it in its soft case, then placed it one of the
two open bags on the bed in Alysha's bedroom. In one were the play toys
for the games that they normally played, but the bag Jane put the
shotgun in contained those things she would get if the game needed to be
more serious. She hefted the bags and took them to the garage, placing
them in the trunk of the nondescript sedan that she had both recently
and anonymously acquired. Returning to the apartment, she strode
through it, making sure she left things in a state only slightly
disturbed by the expected light use of a house-sitter. She would spend
the night before going to work the next day, Alysha returning in her
absence. They had agreed to meet that night at Alysha's apartment, and
it was then that Jane would determine the game to be played. Jane
contemplated her image in the mirror before she retired. "Do you
honestly believe that you haven't already made up your mind?" were the
words that the image reflected in the mirror seemed to say to Jane.
+
The
workday couldn't have gone better for Jane. Busy, but not overly so,
her mind was totally engaged in solving the time and space problem that
her truckload of packages presented, leaving no time to obsess about the
evening's rendezvous with Alysha. Completing her shift was indeed
fulfilling, including her stop in the lobby to check out her form as she
stood on the large package scale there. The needle stopped at 127
pounds, and Jane smiled at her reflection, thinking her trim form should
make anyone forget about their toys, including Alysha. Alysha was
scheduled to return that morning, and Jane found herself, rather than
focusing on her violent plans for Alysha, instead looking forward to an
evening with a light meal, a glass or two of wine, conversation, and a
passionate conclusion to Alysha's homecoming. Still, when she arrived,
she went to the trunk of the sedan and pulled out one of the black bags
she'd placed there earlier. Up the stairs, through the front door, and
into the living room and kitchen Jane went, but no sign of Alysha.
Then, slowly pushing open the bedroom door, Jane saw that her
preparations were definitely not superfluous, and she was going to give
Alysha the ultimate test.
Alysha was sprawled on the bed, fast
asleep. Her disheveled clothing was opened just enough to provide
access for her hands and the large vibrating wand which laid next to her
slumbering body. "Couldn't wait to see your friends, could you?", Jane
said softly to herself as she touched a key of Alysha's sleeping
laptop. The screen lit up to show a barely clad woman facing a
seemingly inescapable mortal peril. "Well, perhaps tonight your dream
will finally come true." Jane set down her bag, opened it, and pulled
out several heavy leather straps. Alysha put up no resistance as Jane
strapped her arms to her torso, then cinched her elbows and wrists
together. "This probably fits in well with the dreamland you must be
in...in fact, even when you wake, you might think this a dream." Jane
strapped her legs together, above and below the knees and at the ankles,
then turned her immobile package on her back. Alysha started to stir,
but not in a panic, but more of a purr--she liked this sort of
treatment--and so far, she liked being awakened so. Opening her eyes to
Jane inspecting the security of the restraining straps applied to her,
in a dramatic fashion she began to playact, "Jane, whatever is it that
you are doing? I can't move a muscle! Why have you rendered me so
helpless?" Jane rolled her eyes at Alysha's melodrama, the returned to
packaging her amorous partner.
"Quiet, bitch! We had plans for tonight--and they just changed!"
"I'm
sorry...I didn't realize it was so late..." Alysha stammered, stunned
by Jane's seemingly serious demeanor. Her unease was increased when
Jane unsheathed a large hunting knife and used it to cut away Alysha's
skirt. Jane made quick work of destroying the garment as she removed
it, then, similarly, she began to cut into the white blouse Alysha
wore. The bound subject froze in fear as the knife sliced through the
linen, all the while Jane worked wordlessly, pulling out the scraps of
the ruined blouse until only the sleeves remained. Alysha was breathing
hard, but she could bring herself to speak because she had never
experienced Jane in this predatory mode. Putting her hand down Alysha's
panties, Jane felt the tell-tale moisture of excitement, increasing her
confidence that Alysha would be restrained not only by her bonds, but
by her aroused mind as well.
Displaying the large knife once again
to Alysha, Jane lowered it in between Alysha's legs, then slipped it
menacingly underneath the waistband before pulling it sharply up.
Alysha gasped, but remained still as Jane violently severed the
waistband in a second place before deliberately pulling the panties free
and holding them aloft above her helpless partner. "Open wide!" Jane
commanded, but in a coy tone. However, Alysha didn't like the
panty-gag, and she closed her lips tight. Jane looked at her with
dismay, "you're in no position to fight--open up!" The tight-lipped
Alysha could only turn her head away, but Jane merely grasped her nose
between thumb and forefinger and waited for her to open her mouth for
breath. When she did, Jane stuffed the damp and substantial
uniform-grade panties into Alysha's mouth, and with a ready roll of
white vinyl tape, she packed them in place by wrapping the tape around
her head a number of times.
"Jnnnnnn!" was the helpless
communication that resulted, but Jane had better things to do than
converse. She laid a long black leather bag onto the bed next to
Alysha, unzipped it open lengthwise, then rolled Alysha over into it.
"You're now just a package to be delivered, and I've got somewhere
special to take you. Now let's get you secure and get on our way, shall
we?" Jane zipped the bag closed, then cinched the five external straps
tight bottom to top. Turning to the remaining objects in the room, she
closed the laptop, straightened the bed, and stuffed the shredded
clothes into her bag. Bending down at the knee, she hoisted the packaged
Alysha onto her shoulder, firefighter style, grabbed her bag, and
headed to the garage. She placed the bag in the trunk of her sedan next
to the no-longer-a-contingency bag, then secured Alysha inside, closing
her inside with a click of finality. She returned to the apartment,
securing it, but before leaving, she glanced in the bedroom mirror and
gazed for a moment at the questioning reflection. "No, my mind wasn't
made up, but it is now--there's no turning back!"
+
Woozy as
Alysha was from the long drive in the trunk, she could still tell that
Jane had created an elaborate scenario for her. Her feelings were
mixed; did Jane care that much, or was Jane that dangerous? She had
placed Alysha on a makeshift chair--it had a narrow back and the seat
was split in a V-shape with a post sticking up from the floor just in
front of where the legs of the V met. All of this was in a dusty motel
room, walls with peeling paint, dilapidated furniture, a busted out TV,
and boarded up windows. Alysha had gotten a taste of how Jane performed
at work when she was lifted from the trunk of the and carried up the
stairs and down the hall to the room they were now in. She felt like
she was carried by a machine. Jane placed her package on the floor,
zipped it open, and pulled the strapped, naked blonde from the bag and
placed her on the chair. Alysha noticed that the chair tilted slightly
forward. Since she was still off-balance from the ride, she couldn't
resist as Jane replaced the straps with steel manacles and fetters,
hobbling Alysha's high-heeled feet together with a foot long spreader
and spreading her arms by means of stout cables fixed to opposite
walls. Strong, shiny vinyl tape wrapped around her chest secured her to
the chair, and once the repackaging of Alysha had concluded, Jane
stepped back to inspect her work. Satisfied, she turned to her
equipment bags.
"I've never understood how anyone could be so
attached to an object", Jane said as she pulled out a large massaging
vibrator. "'The Sledgehammer' I think they call this one? I know it
was on your wish list." Jane showed it to Alysha to gauge her reaction,
and her gagged face showed interest. "The accessories they have for
these things are incredible--like this!" Jane pulled a shoebox-sized
metal box from the bag and showed Alysha the sockets, knobs, and
indicator lights on it. She plugged its electrical cord into an outlet,
then placed the box on the floor in front of Alysha's chair. Plugging
"The Sledgehammer" into the box, Jane switched it on and it emitted a
deep and powerful humm. "See, this box controls the power sent to this
tool, and I can remotely start it and put it in variable modes...but
that's not all!" Jane returned to her bag and pulled out coils of patch
cord cables and set them next to the roll of vinyl tape by Alysha's
chair. "It has almost an unlimited amount of other electrical functions
it can perform!" With that, Jane crossed the room to a wooden crate
and carried it back, setting it next to Alysha. "My last girlfriend was
into this stuff, and I don't know if you are, but I find it quite
useful for games like this", Jane said as she pulled a belt of red
sticks of dynamite from the crate.
"Dinnnnntt??"
"Dynamite,
yes, honey. This game is going to be an extreme test for you, and if
you lose it, well...let's just focus on how you can succeed, shall we?"
Jane took the belt of dynamite, wrapped it around Alysha's torso, and
began securing it in place. "You see, I'm going to place 'The
Sledgehammer' where it can thoroughly pleasure you, and I will set the
controller to vary its speed to maximize it. However, the controller
will also monitor your heart rate, and it will also signal the detonator
for this dynamite, which I must say looks quite cute wrapped around you
like this." After cinching the corseted dynamite snugly, Jane plugged
the patch cords into the controller. Into one jack, she plugged a cable
that split into two and she taped the bare ends of the cable to
Alysha's nipples with "X"s of black vinyl tape. Into the other jack,
she plugged a cable that she connected to a wire harness on the belt of
dynamite.
"I've programmed into the controller both a maximum heart
rate and a maximum rate of increase in your heart rate. The former will
let it know that you've climaxed, and once you have, you've won the
game, but the latter will let it know if you're trying to achieve that
climax too quickly. If the green indicator light is lit, then you're
progressing in a patient, controlled manner. When the red light is on,
that's a warning that you're impatient and you have to slow down", Jane
paused as Alysha scrutinized all the new, deadly apparatuses that had
been attached to her, "but if that red light starts to flash, you have
five seconds to get your heart rate down. Otherwise, the controller
will signal the detonation and...BOOM! Game over!" With that, Jane
snapped "The Sledgehammer" into place on the post in between Alysha's
legs and snugged it firmly against her. Alysha involuntarily wiggled
against it, trying to squirm back on the chair to decrease the pressure,
but the downward slope of the chair kept returning her to a very
intimate embrace of the massaging device.
"However, I know quite
well that you are well practiced in the use of pleasuring machines, and
as it sits now, this probably just an extreme turn on for
you--dangerous, but well within your capabilities. So, I have something
that will make this much more of a challenge to your ability to control
yourself." Jane pulled the final item from her bag: the
double-barreled, sawed-off shotgun. Alysha's eyes widened when she saw
the firearm, and Jane proceeded to demonstrate its deadly mechanisms to
her naked, bound captive. "It's incredible the options you can order
for this weapon--oh, and you did order it and sign for it, too", Jane
said to make Alysha aware that she had used her identity to make the
purchase. "This shotgun is a 'home defense' item, that is, it's a
short-range weapon, sacrificing distance for power. And in this set-up
it has a feature I thought very handy--see this ring on the trigger?
It's so a string or wire can be attached, and that can be attached to a
door, for example, that isn't suppose to be opened. If it is, the
opener gets a fatal surprise!" Jane attached a black wire much like the
patch cord wires to the ring, then fixed the other end of the wire to
the short spreader between Alysha's fetters. Jane opened the weapon,
removed the two slugs of 00 buckshot, closed it, then placed it on
Alysha so its stock was snugged between her breasts and the end of the
barrel blunt up against her neck below her chin. "While it's unloaded,
why don't you get a feel for how much freedom of motion you have before
you pull the trigger", Jane offered Alysha. However, she just remained
paralyzed, terrorized by the idea of steel barrels pressed against her
neck delivering a blast that would obviously sever her head from her
body. "Oh, come on now...you need to know how much you can move...do
you want to win this game or not?" Jane taunted before switching on
"The Sledgehammer" and watching Alysha squirm against it only to trigger
the empty shotgun over and over. Jane stepped back, and soon Alysha
overcame her immediate terror and learned the limits of her range. If
she was very careful, she could scoot bit by bit and get off "The
Sledgehammer", gaining some calm before she slid back onto it.
Satisfied
the Alysha's understanding of the workings of the shotgun, Jane
reloaded it, set the safety, then wrapped it in place with black vinyl
tape around Alysha's chest above her breasts, and finished by fashioning
a collar around Alysha's neck with tape and stuffing the barrel ends
underneath it. The shotgun had raised the threat level that Alysha felt
far above what she felt from any other game she'd played with Jane, or
really, any on-line fantasy she'd viewed while pleasuring herself. She
was naked, bound, had no idea where she was, and was in anticipation of
being forced into a powerful orgasm which she had to control without
having her head blown off or, avoiding that, being blown to bits. She
looked at the indicator lights and saw it still showed green. She could
hardly believe it, but she surmised that maybe she was really cut out
for this game. Maybe she could survive and show Jane that she was worth
her efforts and that she should show more respect for her toys. She
was starting to look forward to "The Sledgehammer" being turned on.
"Well,
I hope I've made this game clear to you and you're ready to start. I
know I suggested that I'd remove your gag, but there's nothing I need to
hear from you, and anyway, you look cute gagged. Now, obviously, I
can't stay and watch this game, but I've got cams set up in this room,
and I have a remote spot picked out so that I can watch you play. The
safety on the shotgun can be released remotely and "The Sledgehammer"
can be started the same way--these smartphone apps are amazing! I've
put a lot of effort into this so I hope you enjoy it!" With that, Jane
grabbed her empty bag and walked out the door, locking it behind her.
Jane's footsteps faded quickly, and Alysha was now alone with her
deathtrap. It was just a matter of moments until she heard a click
between her breasts letting her know the safety on the shotgun was off,
and shortly after that, "The Sledgehammer" came to life. Alysha eased
onto it--it felt so good--and rather than being in fear, she eased into
the comfort of being alone with her darkest thoughts and the means to
get off on them. All the deadly accessories just heightened the
pleasure--she'd show Jane, yes she would!
+
Jane sat at the
top of the ridge a couple of hundred yards from the explosive rigged
hotel, adjusting her hiking boots. "I wonder if she swallowed all that
stuff about programs, controllers, and remote cams?" Jane checked her
phone and saw that ten minutes had passed since she left Alysha. "Well,
some of it was true...enough, at least." Remote cams? Too risky.
Heart rate trigger? Well, maybe someone is working on it. But Jane
could change the indicator lights remotely and detonate the dynamite
remotely, and the shotgun, well, that was pretty much up to Alysha.
"She's had fun so far; let's see what this does", Jane fingered her
smartphone and turned the indicator light to red. "Let's give her a
couple of minutes at that." Jane pictured Alysha's eyes widening at the
realization that she was losing the game. She checked her backpack
making sure everything was in place and secure. Not only was the whole
motel going to blow, but also the car she and Alysha arrived in, so she
would be walking out. Still, no sound of a gunshot from the motel.
Jane stared longingly at the structure, "She was really something. If
only she'd paid more attention to me...but then, I wouldn't get to do
this!" Jane pressed an icon on her phone and initiated the detonation
sequence: the indicator light would start to flash for 4 seconds,
return to solid red for 15 seconds, then flash for 5 before detonating
the dynamite strapped to Alysha and placed throughout the motel. Jane
watched the countdown on her phone, and seconds into the final sequence
of flashing red, she heard the shotgun fire, then, in another second,
was the detonation. The flash lit up the night sky and she could watch
the whole structure collapse on itself, and in another matter of
seconds, there was quiet.
"Well, that's that", and Jane turned and
began the moonlit walk to the next town, where she could get a bus back
home. Just as she gained her walking rhythm, her phone buzzed.
Looking at it, she saw a familiar number.
"Hello."
"Jane?"
"Jessica???"
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