Justine's Seizure: A Tale of Capture

It was a slow day at work, very slow…

Then a call came from someone in her past. “Good afternoon to Johnson and Johnson. How may I direct your call?” Justine answered on the 14th line—just one call, that makes for a quiet day. “Justine? Justine Milkelson?” the voice asked. “Well, yes…” she replied, trying to place it. “It’s me, Mike. Mike Johnston from high school.”

And… She still couldn’t quite pin down the voice, but the name sounded familiar, just vaguely so. “You know, the captain of the football team!” the voice said excitedly. “And… ” she repeated. Mike? High school football captain????

“Well, maybe you don’t remember me, which is okay. Look, I’m in town today and was wondering if you’d like to get together tonight and reminisce about old times. Say 6:45 at the club downtown, The Lizard Lounge, I think?” Mike… I think I do remember Mike… “Sure, that sounds fun. See you there…”

MIKE! she almost shouted. Now I remember! Yes, I did have a crush on him! The rest of the afternoon dragged by even slower. That night, after a quick shower and a snack for dinner, Justine was at the bar waiting for Mike. Several guys tried to spark up a conversation, but no one got very far. There was even the old guy… Sure right, like he had any chance. But something didn’t feel quite right; the room seemed tilted slightly more to the right than usual. Justine wasn’t bothered by being stood up—it happens—but she has never gotten this drunk so fast before. Maybe skipping a proper dinner was the main culprit.

Joe, the barkeep, called for Joe, the other Joe—the bouncer—to stop her at the door while he hailed a cab. “Take it easy Justine; we’ve got a cab coming to take you home.” Moments later, Joe helped her into the vehicle. “Hey, your new friend here, take Miss Milkelson home will ya? We don’t wanta lose any paying customers. And here’s another 20 for ya.” Off she went into the night, and then everything went black…

The old cab driver looked back over his seat and chuckled to himself… “Works like a charm every time.” Justine woke up the next morning, stretching out and yawning… but something felt off; her face was numb and stiff. Reaching up to see what was wrong, she had her first surprise: her hand stayed stretched out to the side, as did her legs. Now that it registered, the room felt a bit cooler, and she wasn’t under her covers. And the light in the room was all wrong!! Panic set in. “AAAAAAAA!” she screamed and pulled with all her might—both arms and both legs, spending every ounce of strength trying to move something, anything… But nothing moved; nothing helped. The scream didn’t really happen either because the gag on her face worked too well. And maybe the cloth filling her mouth contributed as well.

Suddenly, the door opened and hall light flooded in. “Now, now, Justine. Just lie there and relax,” said a strange voice. “There is no escape; I live way outside of town, so there are no neighbors either.” “But where am I? Who are you? And while you’re at it, just let me go…” Well, that’s what she tried to say, but “bmm wgermi, mhm r moo, amm wllwll mru mratit muff lebmego” was the best she could manage.

“I know you have lots of questions. I know you want freedom, and I know all this because all the other girls asked the same things… And none were answered, and none ever got free…” Justine felt her heart drop to her stomach. “Others?!! No one got free?? And now I’m next.” This resulted in a new round of thrashing and screaming, which just made the bed shake slightly and produced very little sound from her mouth… The man stood there enjoying the sight: her tits shaking back and forth, her arm muscles flexing, the leg muscles tensing, and the view of her exposed shaved pussy moving and flexing on its own. He knew she could put up quite a fight and might possibly get free if given half a chance, but he couldn’t let that happen—at least not before Sunday night.

He waited while she tired herself out. She struggled for a while longer but couldn’t shake anything loose. It didn’t help that she was breathing only through her nose. “LET ME GO!!!” or rather “lmmmee gooo!” was all she could say. The gag was working well, he thought; she would need to calm down before eating or drinking…

“That was beautiful. Your muscle tone is quite nice. You can be such a fighter,” he said. “And now, let me show you what I see.” He picked up a large mirror and slowly panned it up her body. She could see better that the way her legs were tied; there was no way she could get free. Slowly her view moved up her widely spread legs, past her knees, and to her open pussy. A blush crossed her face; she had never seen her pussy from this angle before. She wanted to look away but tried not to, spellbound by what she saw. The lips were closed even while spread like that, yet there was the little nub poking out. Her shaved area above made everything look on display.

She was still staring at her pussy when it left her view. What came next was just as fascinating: tape held her face quiet. It wasn’t just a single strip crossing her mouth like she’d seen on TV many times, but two strips crossed in an “X” shape topped by another one going completely around her head, and more than once from what she could tell.

For a while, she stared into the blue eyes of her reflection, realizing how pretty her face was. Then the view swung wildly as the mirror was placed back next to the wall.

“Now that you are awake, let’s set the ground rules. You are here to be my toy for as long as I want. You will behave and not cause me any problems.” Justine’s eyes grew wide at this, and she screamed “Mmengure!” (Whatever it was she tried to say), fighting the ropes again.

When she calmed down, he continued. “As I was saying, if you behave, you will enjoy our time together; that I can promise.” He walked around to her side and sat on the bed. He placed his left hand on her flat belly and started walking his fingers southwards. “NNOoo get yer hands off meem,” she cried, trying to shake his hand off and prevent it from going where it was headed.

“Fine, we’ll go this way then…” And his hand started moving up toward her tits. “Noo got the wee ereather,,, nnth myee teteses!” But this time his hand didn’t stop; it proceeded to caress first her left tit, then the right, and back again. Round and round each one in turn, fondling them both so tenderly, sometimes brushing across the nipples, while the other hand joined in, working both at the same time, gently caressing the nipples.

Justine’s breath sped up; her heart quickened, and for a moment she forgot a stranger was playing with her. “MMmmmm” she moaned through the gag, getting more excited by the moment. She arched her back enjoying the attention when sudden pain shot through both nipples. “AAAaaaa!” she screamed. Looking down, she saw he had hold of both nipples, squeezing hard and pulling them up as if trying to pull them off.

“AAaaaaa, nnoommoph phat!”, then he let go and she dropped back onto the bed. Breathing heavily, she watched him sit there grinning. “Now, now, not so fast there girl; we still have time for that later, but for now, I got a little surprise for you.”

With a quick kiss and suck on each nipple, he stood up, walked to the foot of the bed, reached down, picked something up, and dropped a fairly large box onto the bed between her outstretched legs. “What we have here is my little box of toys. Some you may know about, and some you won’t…” He paused, looking at her for a moment. “Well, maybe you might, at least somewhat.” He chuckled at that, and brought

Check out toy number one. She recognized it immediately—about six inches long and an inch wide, no doubt the target for his intentions. He watched her struggle to keep her legs closed, twisting left and right but failing to hold them shut. “But honey, you haven’t seen the best part!” A buzzing noise filled the room, and she instinctively looked around for bees. While scanning the area, she felt something land between her legs, right on her pussy. Assuming it was a bee still buzzing there, she screamed and arched her back to dislodge it. He chuckled at her reaction. “Not quite what I expected, but entertaining enough.” He reached up and flicked the vibrator back against her pussy. She jumped again, knocking it away. He flicked it back into place. “Keep that up, and I will use my other friend here…” Looking down, she saw him holding a large roll of duct tape. The vibrations were too strong for her to stay still. Though she had used dildos before, this was the first vibrating one she encountered. Before she could stop it, arousal took over; her breathing quickened. A sharp ripping sound barely registered as her head arched back and eyes closed. Pressure increased on the dildo against her pussy and clit, followed by a slap above her pubic area. She looked down to see him standing with arms crossed, holding tape, grinning broadly. There was tape visible near her pussy. As she moved her hips, she realized the tape held the vibrator firmly in place; there was no escaping it. She felt her orgasm approaching rapidly… Then a sudden pain shot up from her mound. “AAAAaaaa!!!!” she screamed. Silence followed—no orgasm, no pressure, no vibrations. Only evil laughter echoed: “Ha Ha Ha!!! You did think it would be that easy, didn’t you! Ha Ha!!!” “MOU RUUFRFRUR!!! MRU BRAAM RURR!”… She ranted on for a while before starting to cry—not from pain or rough treatment, but pure frustration. “Now, now, none of that… Here, I’ll let you have it back.” He slapped the dildo into place again, securing it with tape. This time, he left it off; it just sat there doing nothing. She waited for the vibrations to return, looking down at him as if asking where they went, only to discover he had vanished. She looked around quickly but couldn’t find him. With no stimulation, she lay there waiting. “AAAaaa!!!” A sudden shock made her jump—not electric, just a burst of vibration returning. Relief from boredom set in, and she began enjoying the sensations. Just as things were getting good, they stopped again. “Moo!! Brammit!!” She screamed into the gag, “Noph aggren!” Then, without warning, vibrations started once more… And after a moment, silence returned. The cycle repeated: tease then nothing, always close but never quite there. The man eventually returned. “So, are you ready to behave? If so, I will remove the gag and give you something to eat and drink. But if you cause trouble, I might turn the vibrator on full for an hour… Does that sound like fun??? It may seem pleasant for one or two orgasms, but after six or seven, pleasure turns to torture—and it won’t stop there… Do you want to endure that, or be a good little girl?” She considered. The building orgasm demanded attention whether she liked it or not, but continuing would indeed feel like torture… When the vibrator turned on again, she assumed he had made the choice for her out of impatience. “mou!! Emen mwof mwof!!!” she screamed, nodding frantically, hoping it wasn’t too late. The vibrations ceased, replaced by the sharp pain of tape being ripped off. “MMuf!” was all she could say. He moved quickly between her legs on the bed, sliding under her bottom to pull her up and insert a belt beneath her back before dropping her down and fastening it around her waist. He crawled onto her belly, holding two leather cuffs. “Do you know what these are?” he taunted, expecting no answer. “These are for your wrists to attach to the belt. Now relax; this won’t hurt much, unless you insist on fighting.” He secured the first cuff to her right wrist, then the left. “Well now, I think you will find these cuffs a little more comfortable,” he noted seeing how red and chafed her wrists had become. “Don’t worry about further marks, unless you want them…” Looking into her eyes, he untied the rope on her right wrist, moving it under his leg to connect to the belt. The ‘click’ of a lock signaled that hand was secured. She considered fighting but knew he was much larger; even if she knocked him off, she had already lost one hand and her feet remained tied. ‘Click’, and the other hand followed. “Well, too late now anyway,” she thought. He backed down the bed, planting two long kisses on each nipple before leaning in for a final kiss between her legs as he left the bed entirely. Digging into his box again, he retrieved two more cuffs, fastening them to each ankle. Releasing one foot, he connected a short chain linking both cuffs—now she couldn’t run away. “Just to prove I’m such a nice guy, here is the bathroom…” (No details here… Just because everyone does it, not everyone wants to read about it…) “And now, off to the kitchen…” They moved back through her bedroom, out the door, down the hall, left into the kitchen toward the table. “I like giving girls like you a choice. Your options are bad and worse, but at least you choose which one. So, option number one: do you want to sit here…” Justine glanced at the chair and shook her head ‘no’, trying to back away. The chair featured two straps down the sides of the backrest, long ones on the rear, shorters at both front corners of the seat, and two near the front legs. But what caught her eye first was a four-inch tall, one-inch wide dildo standing in the center. “OK, no problem; most girls dislike that one, so here is choice number two…”, he said, guiding her to the second chair. The sight nearly made her faint. This chair resembled the first but featured a three-inch high ridge running from back to front of the seat. Two bumps rose another two inches higher; based on their placement, she knew exactly where they would meet if seated there. “MMEOO! MMEOO! MRAPT RRAT OONE!!! PREEBEZES!! MROO!!” His strong grip kept her from escaping as she fought to get away from the chair, screaming all the while. He let her push back and asked, “Now, now, if you don’t want that one, do you prefer the first instead? I know it looks scary, and indeed it does, but it looks better than before, doesn’t it???” Nodding in agreement, she allowed him to guide her. With slight adjustment, she landed perfectly on the dildo, which slid into her pussy effortlessly. She was puzzled by how easily it entered. He noticed her expression and pointed over his shoulder. “Vaseline, works wonders for so

“Something like this.” He glanced over his shoulder while speaking and spotted the jar of Vicks unscented vapor rub. “Hmmm, well I thought I got the Vaseline out, but we’ll know soon enough.” With that, he began to chuckle… Before she could even attempt to rise (though it hardly mattered!), he drew the first strap across her hips and buckled it snugly. Then came the one crossing her chest, passing under her breasts. After tightening that, he secured the strap just above them. Looking down, she observed how the straps kept her sitting upright and caused her breasts to stand out, appearing at least a cup size larger. Next were the straps holding her knees apart, followed by securing one foot, then the other. He stood there for a moment—or perhaps two—admiring her beauty: the defined muscular tone of her legs, the curve of her hips, and the narrowing waist. “No flab there,” he murmured to himself, noting the swell of her breasts and the pointed nipples atop them. “Oh yes, you’re one fine chick. No excess fat anywhere; trim and firm where it counts.” Reaching out to play with one breast, he added, “Soft and supple where it matters. Your skin is so soft and smooth—it’s like silk.” She knew she blushed at the compliments. None of her past boyfriends had ever spoken to her this way. For a moment, she wished this wasn’t real but just a game between her and her lover. The gentle caresses of his hands, the loving tone of his voice… “Too bad there might be marks from my whip if you misbehave.” She glared at him because that last comment shattered the fantasy she was weaving. “Now, I will fix us some breakfast; how does scrambled eggs and sausage sound, with a glass of milk?” Not expecting an answer, he turned around and sang to himself as he prepared the meal. “You know,” then chuckled, “no, I guess not, but anyway, I had a girl captive for quite a while back. Kept her nude all that time. She made me breakfast every morning—bacon, sausage, eggs… It was entertaining watching her jump when they popped and bits of hot grease landed on her front. Left little red spots where they hit.” He continued talking throughout the cooking as if everything were normal—as though it meant nothing to have a naked girl tied to a chair with a gag in place and impaled by a dildo, sitting at the table waiting for breakfast that she couldn’t eat alone. When the food was ready, he piled it onto a plate and set it before her. From the fridge, he poured a glass of milk. Then, seemingly without thinking, he grabbed the chair with its intimidating seat and sat down heavily. Reaching for his plate, he noticed her wide-eyed look. Smiling, he spread his legs so she could see, patting the ridge flat as he laughed. “Foam rubber; amazing stuff—you can make anything out of it look real.” With that, he started laughing so hard she thought he might tumble from his chair… Then wiping tears from his eyes: “Well, like I said about looking real—I once mixed up the chairs… Oh, that wasn’t a good day for me. I walked funny for days afterward!” He took a few bites and sipped his drink, then added, “I suppose you’d like some too? OK, I’ll remove the gag and feed you, but if you scream or cause trouble, I’ll re-gag you, leaving all this food to myself. Understand?” She nodded her understanding and waited as he carefully peeled off the tape, wincing slightly with its removal. As soon as she could, she spat out the cloth, noting its black color. She worked her jaw to regain mobility. He picked up the cloth, unfolding it so she could see it was her panties from last night before placing them on the far side of the table. He stood, poured a glass of water, and offered it to her: “Here; you might want to start with this. I know being gagged for long stretches can be rough, and the water will help get things working.” After taking one or two sips followed by a good gulp, she asked, “So how long do you plan to keep me here?” Calmly: “First rule—no questions. Understand that and there will be no problems,” he replied. Then offering her a spoonful of food… …to be continued…

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Cool, you added the poll option, thanks...