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				  Hotel Bound
				      by
				 Master Baron
	 
	 "Your dearest has been abducted and we demand a ransom for
	 her return. You needn't look for her at the Dove Inn motel in
	 room 603 (and the key is not under your pillow) because we
	 left no clues as to where we've hidden her. You'd better
	 hurry or she'll be up past her bedtime."
	 
	 This was a note from her and she was inviting me out to play.
	 I didn't want to disappoint her so thinking quickly, i
	 grabbed her trenchcoat and headed straight over to the motel.
	 Well, not straight over; I stopped at a "specialty store" to
	 pick up an item I was sure would excite her.
	 
	 I arrived at the motel and found room 603. Slowly, I inserted
	 the key, unlocked the door and slipped inside. There on the
	 bed in the half-lit room she lay. She had tied herself spread
	 -eagled on the bed, naked except for black-satin garter-belt
	 and stockings, a blindfold, and a red-rubber ballgag. her
	 long blonde hair lay in a silky mass around her head, held in
	 place by a pair of earphones attached to a cassette player. I
	 ached to have her then, but that wouldn't have been playing
	 the game.
	 
	 Since she couldn't see me or hear me She didn't really know I
	 was in the room. gently I brushed her ankle with my hand to
	 let her know that I was there and sat down beside her.
	 Plucking the headphones from her ears, I affected a German
	 accent - "Your friend hass not been very cooperative with us,
	 Fraulein. But I am a practical man and do not wish to waste
	 my time being how do you say? unproductive." Her breast was
	 warm under my hand and she squirmed a bit like she was trying
	 to get away but I made sure that it was obvious there would
	 be no escape.
	 
	 I noticed out toy chest in the corner of the room and opened
	 it up. I got a few things out for the next phase of my little
	 plan. She shrunk back from me in mock horror as I approached
	 the bed, and I said "You may as well enjoy it, Liebchen, for
	 I think it will be many hours before your friend decides that
	 he must give in to our demands." With that, I let out the
	 most diabolical laugh I could and switched our flexible
	 textured vibrator on full.
	 
	 She whither and squirmed as  I played with her, hips
	 gyrating in mid-air, but even though she played like she
	 thought I was a real kidnapper it was obvious that she was
	 really enjoying my administrations. I however, was just
	 getting hornier and hornier. Still, she deserved to have some
	 fun after tying and gagging herself and waiting for me to
	 show up. I got another vibrator and inserted it so it would
	 stay put, used the other one to play upon her sensitive
	 clitoris. Then I used my mouth, tongue, and teeth to the
	 fullest effect on her breasts, nipples, ears and neck.
	 
	 I can tell when she's had more than enough when she lets her
	 hips down to the ground fast and makes them stay put. I undid
	 the gag and gave her a sip of water and, after calling a
	 quick timeout, a big kiss. calling time in again, I affected
	 my German accent again and "ordered" her to accept a "gift"
	 from me ( apeacock feather administered to the soles of her
	 feet I believe was the example I gave of the sorts of
	 devilish tortures in store for her if she did not comply). 
	 
	 Looking at her face, i caught a rather self-satisfied playing
	 about her lips, despite her efforts to control it. "Vell,
	 Fraulein," I said," It seems we are feeling quite smug, no?
	 Come, ve shall zee if your friend has discovered your
	 absence." I popped the gag back in place and undid the
	 restraints connecting her ankles to the bed. I couldn't
	 resist a little lick that brought quite a squeal from her and
	 wrinkled her pretty nose in admonition.
	 
	 Reaching into the bag I got at the "specialty store" I
	 extracted a small device that looked sort of like a jock strap
	 except that there was a curious plastic shape where the cup
	 would normally be. I slipped it over her smooth legs, over
	 the garter belt and settled it in place. Straightening the
	 wires that came out of the top and patting it lightly, I
	 said,"Our scientists haff developed this little device to make
	 sure you do not giff me any trouble. Do you have any idea
	 what it is?" She shook her head. "You zee,ven I turn it on,
	 it does this -" I turned the knob of the control at the other
	 end of the wires and the little plastic "Butterfly" as it is
	 called, gave off a curious humming noise. The butterfly is
	 shaped so that it cups the clitoris in a little shaped bowl
	 area that vibrates and rotates slowly. i could tell she loved
	 it. "If you try to escape or cause any trouble at all, I will
	 turn it off...forever. And you don't want that, do you?" She
	 shook her head violently. I guess she really liked it.
	 
	 I untied her wrists, stood her up, and helped her into her
	 shoes and the trench coat I had brought. The pockets of the
	 coat were the kind that you can pass your hand through the
	 pocket to get to your pants pocket and attached a pair of
	 handcuffs to them. it was perfect. Then, only after I had
	 extracted a promise from her not to try to look at me or
	 guess my identity did I remove her gag and blindfold. Donning
	 my own jacket and stuffing the blindfold and gag into my
	 pocket, I opened the door and we strolled out, me slightly
	 behind and to the left with my hand casually on her waist.
	 Only the most observant would have noticed the wire ran up to
	 that hand. I played with the butterfly as we walked to the
	 car and felt my heart race as I thought about what it was
	 doing to her and about how naked she was under the
	 trenchcoat. i could tell by her somewhat hesitant steps that
	 she was enjoying it too.
	 
	 When we reached the car in the dimly-lit garage I quickly
	 put her blindfold over her eyes and seated her in the car.
	 Once in myself I reached over and made her handcuffs fasten
	 around the hand=-hold dashboard. On the way back to the house
	 I played with her breasts and kept tugging at he coat and
	 threatening to expose her to the next passing car (I would
	 never do so, and she knows it, but I know the thought of
	 exposure excites her). I parked the across the street from
	 the house and pulled up her blindfolds quickly so she could
	 see where she was. I explained that I did "...not see his
	 car,zo ve shall just haff to pass the time until he
	 arrives,jah? There are some experiments that I haff been
	 dying to perform..." Luckily, most of my neighbors are
	 elderly and inside at this time of night, so I felt safe
	 playing in the car.
	 
	 It's a good thing that I've got reclining bucket seats in that
	 car, because I can assure you my back would have been out for
	 a week if I didn't. Even with the luxury of the reclining
	 seats, it still was rather uncomfortable, although you
	 couldn't have told it from the way Donna was behaving! I had
	 to regag her because someone would sure to have heard all the
	 noises she was making otherwise.
	 "I can see," I said, as I took some time to come up for
	 air,"Our latest experimental brainwashing techniques have
	 been very effective with you," She struggled as if to
	 extricate herself from her bonds. "But perhaps not effective
	 enough," I said as I dived in for round two.
	 
	 Steam condensed on the windows and formed little droplets
	 that left wiggly little trains in their wake. I took Donna
	 beyond ecstasy several times in the car and when she was limp
	 from exhaustion when I retied her in a more comfortable
	 position and started up the car to head back to the motel. I
	 myself was too tired to come up with any snappy repartee, so
	 we drove in the relative silence of our heavy breathing and
	 pounding hearts. Every now and then a deep sigh escaped her
	 and I grinned into the night. I'm amazed that it's not
	 illegal for two people to have so much fun.
	 
	 Once in the parking lot, I tied her as I had done before and
	 we marched back up into the room. Once in, I quickly stripped
	 her and bound her spread-eagled once again to the bed. As she
	 lay there, squirming ever so slightly against the ropes I
	 found that I couldn't control myself and took her with an
	 immediate, savage passion that grew to take us both in hot
	 waves of raw lust. An endless explosion seemed to rock us
	 both at the same instant sending a tidal wave of intense
	 pleasure up and down us as we fell into the abyss,propelled
	 by our deep desire and incredible longing. I can't really say
	 I remember stopping or untying her, or any of those things -
	 all I remember is waking up next to her, with her head on my
	 chest, her lungs breathing in an easy rhythm and a smile on
	 her lips. I had planned for "the German" to exit and have a
	 fight outside and have me come rushing in to save Donna
	 "...from that terrible ghoul," but I guess it ended fine.
	 Actually after looking at Donna, I'm sure it did.
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