1. #4
Free from my long captivity, free from him.
Immediately, I undid the rope around my wrists and ankles, then spit out the ball gag. Still naked, I ran to the door, focused on nothing but getting free, but then stopped and looked back at the man’s dead body.
Where would I go? What would I do? I had no idea where I was, or even how long I had been a prisoner.
I realized that I needed a plan, and clothes.
Of course, he had nothing for women to wear except for skimpy, leather outfits and lingerie, so to cover up my nudity I slid into a leather thong and bra.
It was a strange feeling, despite my captivity and uncertainty, the outfit made me feel powerful, in control.
As I slid the thong up my legs, I felt a strange stirring of arousal.
The wetness I felt didn’t fade as I left the room that had been my prison and out into his penthouse.
It was massive, with large windows overlooking the city below. I had never known such luxury before. The rational part of my brain told me to book for the door and run, but another part of me said to enjoy the Businessman’s home. After all, I had been his prisoner, I deserved a little compensation.
I bathed myself in his luxurious whirlpool bath for what seemed like hours, and after that helped myself to the endless stores of food he had in his cavernous kitchen. The penthouse was a veritable fortress, and I realized that I could stay there in relative comfort for weeks if I had to.
And I did just that. There was still a problem of the man’s body in the “play room” as I began to call it, but thankfully he had a large, walk in freezer.
I wrapped his remains in blankets and stored it in there to prevent it from smelling.
As I explored more of his home I found that he didn’t have passwords on his computer, which made sense.
He seemed to live in isolation, why worry about security?
His computer gave me access to his numerous accounts, and I was in awe of just how deep his pockets went.
During my weeks in his home I spent time setting up offshore accounts for myself and moving large sums to them.
I was living a life of stolen luxury, though I knew it couldn’t last.
Sooner or later someone would come looking for the Businessman.
Thankfully, I moved my stolen funds in a twisting labyrinth of transactions that would take most weeks or months to unwind.
I also spent that time in the Play Room taking stock of his whips, chains, gags, and other such items.
My clothing consisted solely of the skimpy leather garments, but I felt oddly at home in them, as if they were waiting for me all my life.
At night, I dreamed of the things I would do if I got my hands on the Madame, and the humiliations I would visit upon her head. Then it suddenly hit me that I could probably find her thanks to the man’s lackadaisical attitude towards security.
A quick browse of his emails told me everything I needed to know about The Madame and where to find her, and I gathered several items from the room into a bag, as well as a quick shopping trip to obtain some other things, and set out to get my revenge.
I found The Madame’s brothel, as I couldn’t decide on another term for it, on the outskirts of town in a less than desirable neighborhood.
The building was a nondescript brick structure with a simple door in and out.
Instead of marching in, I waited, watching from inside one of the dead Businessman’s cars.
Waited for The Madame to go hunting.
After dark, she emerged from the building, her long, straight hair down around her shoulder, and clad in a black, skintight jumpsuit that accentuated her cleavage and clung to her ass.
It was not lost upon me that it was similar to the outfit I wore when she abducted me.
As for myself, I had spent some of the stolen funds from the Business man and wore a black corset and small shorts over fishnets, as well as black boots and a leather jacket on top of it.
The Madame got into a nearby SUV and I followed her across town.
Tonight she didn’t know she was the hunted.
The Madame parked behind a dumpster outside of a dance club, a good spot. She could easily snatch a girl, load her into the waiting SUV, and drive off without arousing much suspicion. I didn’t give her any time, and parked at the head of the alley, my lights off so she didn’t see me.
I waited for her to get out of the vehicle, not giving her a moment to notice me. Just as she stepped out, I snuck up behind and pressed a chloroform soaked rag over her face.
“Ummm mmmph!” She cried, panicking and trying to twist out of my grasp.
I kept her in place with one hand while holding the rag with the other. She twisted and squirmed as I imagined so many other woman had under her grip.
“Hmmm… mfff…” She sighed, her struggles slowing before going limp.
Still, I didn’t trust her, and kept the rag in place for a moment longer just in case she was pretending to pass out so I could lower my guard.
Once I was satisfied she was unconscious, I dragged her into the back of her SUV.
She had the back seats down to make room for her intended victim, and duct tape, ropes, and gags in a gym bag.
The first thing I did was strip her out of her bodysuit.
She wore no bra, instead just flesh colored pasties over her nipples, and instead of panties, a flesh tone c-string.
The Madame was a fit, lithe woman for someone of her age, which I guessed to be in her upper forties.
I rolled her onto her stomach, taped her arms behind her back, and then her ankles.
Then I wrapped several layers of duct tape around her mouth to ensure she would stay quiet during the ride.
After I finished gagging her, her eyes began to flutter, and she moaned into the layers of tape sealing her lips.
Not wanting her to alert someone, I poured more chloroform over the rag and pressed it over her face yet again.
She let out a weak moan and went still yet again.
Then I retrieved the bag of items from my car and drove off in The Madame’s SUV with her naked, bound form in the back.
I did not take her back to the penthouse, but instead back to her brothel. Then I carried her unconscious form up to the room she had kept me prisoner in. The Lotus flower still sat in the window.
Then I bound her to the bed, arms and legs lashed to each corner, and gagged her with a leather muzzle like the animal she was.
It was morning when she stirred, the light falling in through the window on her naked, helpless body.
“Hhm… mmm…” She sighed, lifting her eyes as if they had heavy weights attached to them.
Her whole body shifted in the bed as she became aware of her predicament.
“Mmmph!” She cried, sitting up, tugging on the restraints.
Then I stepped out from the corner and into the light pouring in from the window.
“Madame, it seems your little Lotus flower has bloomed.” I smiled at her.
“Whhmmmfff! Nhhhoo!” She cried, pulling on her restraints.
“You see, you robbed me of my life, so I’m going to do the same to you.” I sat down on the edge of the bed as she continued to mewl into her gag and pull on her restraints.
“Ummmm mmnnoo! Hllp!” She cried, lifting her head to no doubt call for the aid of the many men at her service.
“It’s no use, your men work for me now.” I gloated.
“Whhht!” Her eyes went wide.
“My resources have expanded greatly, and I offered to double their pay. Really, you shouldn’t compensate your men so poorly.” I wagged a finger at her.
“Ummmm gggghhhddd!” She whined.
“Plus I told them they can partake of the merchandise, as long as they’re careful.” I smiled.
“Mmmmph!” She sat up, tugging on her restraints with even more vigor.
“Of course, I’m sure there will be other men just lining up to use you much like they used me.” I stroked her bare thigh.
“Nnmmmpphh! Psssfffh!” She begged.
I smiled at her helplessness. Everything I told her was true, after securing her in the room, I took her cronies aside and offered them substantial raises for their loyalty. It didn’t take much to buy their allegiance, and telling them they could have a chance with the girls was the icing on top.
I stood, looking down at the Madame’s nude form as she tried to twist out of her restraints.
“Of course, another condition is that you must remained in this room, bound and gagged at all times. They were happy to comply with that as well.”
“Uurrgggh! Mmmpph!”
I smiled and turned to head out of the room, preparing to greet the first of many clients to visit with The Madame.
The night before I had made an inventory of the entire building and found that almost every room had a woman inside of it.
Any other person would have freed them, but not me.
You see, I didn’t particularly care about their freedom, I only cared about my revenge.
At first I was going to let some men have their fun with The Madame, collect their money, and be off, but as time went, I realized how lucrative this business really could be.
Men paid top dollar for these women, and they didn’t ask questions either.
As time went on, I fell into my role with ease, and found that I enjoyed it.
Not only did I have my revenge, but I had a profit too.
In time, I began to even go out and hunt like The Madame did.
The clientele was always demanding new girls, and I learned to gradually sell off the old product and replace them with new toys, though I would hang onto the more popular ones.
I clung to The Madame as well, savoring her humiliation, though I eventually planned to sell her though once I found the right buyer.
I never got the chance though. See, I was too lenient on the men I used as muscle, and allowed them to indulge themselves too much.
They had grown greedy, let their lust control them too much.
Little did they know that I had hidden cameras installed in most rooms, particularly to make sure they were being gentle with the merchandise.
Through these cameras, I learned that my men were hatching a plot to turn on me, to make me a prisoner once again at their mercy, and while doing so, take my establishment for themselves.
Not only did I want to keep my livelihood, but I wanted my freedom as well.