Day from Hell (F/F)
Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2025 1:04 pm
DAY FROM HELL
Part 1: The Rod & the Ride
I opened my eyes and felt the familiar, unique throb of a headache from chloroform. Trying to move proved to be a waste of time. A few blinks did nothing to help, but my vision cleared up just a little. What was this place? Who did this to me? Why did they do it? How did they pull it off? When did it happen? A few more blinks don't make me wake up from this cruel, freakish nightmare. Nope. It was reality, and it was a nasty, cold reality at that. What a sensation flowed through my body! An involuntary need to groan and struggle overpowered me momentarily.
"Oh, my dear, I am overzhoyed to see you are awake," that French accent was a headache, too.
There sat the most deplorable sight: my kidnapper. Red thigh-high socks, a denim knee skirt, a black turtleneck t-shirt, and a red bandana headband were not exactly winter clothes, but that was what she wore along with her black snowboots. Her brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair were an interesting match. The French accent matched the face and outfit though.
Then there was me making quite a sight sitting there on the living room floor while she casually sat on a sofa. Being almost naked was a bit disconcerting, especially when I still had my green crew socks and my orange briefs. My blonde-brown hair was still in its customary bun; at least it was for the moment. But where to begin with the more disturbing parts of my captivity?
"Wha the huck ith thith?!" I demanded quite crossly and discovered a big ball gag in my mouth.
"Zweetheart, you ahre my playtheeng to chereesh or to pereesh," she said ominously, "You must cooperate, or thees will not end well fohr you. You do have a choice in thees scenahreeoh."
"GMMMMMMMM!" that sensation forced me to groan and squirm again… orgasm.
Well, the vibrator that buzzed away at my crotch was minor compared to the sisal that bound my arms together behind my back in four places. The 1.75 inch red ball gag that jammed my mouth open also forced drool to go everywhere. About my chest was a tight, objectifying harness made out of the same rough brown sisal. The only loosely bound part was my legs, and that was only a single rope at my ankles. While it was bad, her eyes told me this was going to get much worse.
The French woman put her book down and glided over to me. Glide fits given the smooth way in which she approached me, stood me up, and turned the dial past 10 and even past 11. With no sounds in the room but my gag talk and the buzzing of the wand, she began roughly fondling my breasts and my crotch with her hands. With how her fingers pushed my increasingly soaking wet panties into my body, the goal of making me orgasm repeatedly became abundantly clear. It all became a blur after the fifth orgasm in what felt like 7 or 8 minutes. Gradually, slobber covered my breasts and chest as a result of my groaning, struggling, and climaxing, and she sat me down on a wooden seat and began gradually removing a variety of things she no longer needed for me, like my ankle bondage, my panties, and my socks. She undid my bun, too, revealing my braid instead. Well, the bun was to keep the braid from flying around me during my daily jog!
"Perfect," she smiles with disturbingly soulless satisfaction and temporarily removed the wand.
"WHO THE F-CK ARE YOU?!" I demanded when the ball gag left my mouth.
"Yur kidnapper, ob-vee-us-lee," the snarky b-tch responded and stuffed my clothes in my mouth.
"Hey, NOMMMPPPHHH!" the cum soaked panties and my socks filled my jaws with a variety of disgusting flavors and fluids. Sweat and cum mingles with my saliva to produce a toxic juice. Definitely would not recommend it to anyone, but she didn't give me a choice.
What followed was a heinous nightmare. The nut began the most brutal, most face annihilating, most heinous gag imaginable starting by crushing my face with numerous wraps of classic brown packing tape, which wasn't chosen just because it's sticky and strong. It's thin, too. Then several layers of black vet wrap followed, and she also wrapped it around my jaw and the top of my head for clamping my jaw shut really well. Even the vet wrap dug into my soft chin with its tightness.
More thin, rough, strong brown sisal wrapped around the base of my tits. It was tight enough to impede the blood flow but not tight enough to stop it either. My chest was already all trussed up with ropes above and below my tits, a V-shaped pattern in between them, cinching through my armpits, and criss-crossing across my chest. Oh, well, at least she was obsessed with having me decorated all nice and pretty even if she seemed to have fantasies of f-cking me senseless.
"Thees zhould help you to enzhoy yourself," the crazed woman said with a disturbing smile.
In the beast's hand was a dildo attached to a series of black straps, designed to hold that artificial c-ck inside my body. Nothing was more frightening than her asking me, "Is this not fun for both of us?" while jamming that device into my body, feeding the straps around my waist and through my butt crack, and tightening the straps with devastating precision and tightness. The c-ck was wedged into my body, and the straps firmly trapped it in place and solidified my role of sex toy.
Oh, no, she was not done with me yet. Hell, she was just getting started. With a lecherous grip, she wrapped her arms around me and fondled my breasts before tying a viciously tight waist and crotch rope to ensure that c-ck went nowhere and further irritated me. There was no doubt in my mind: the woman was batsh-t crazy and wanted nothing but total, absolute domination.
Only a woman who is batsh-t crazy would think that the thighs and legs need to be bound 3 times each when the captive stands at all of a generous 5'0" while she stands at 5'7". Each binding was as tight as the ones on my torso and arms, and she trapped a battery-powered vibrator in between my legs and right against my happy slot. Did this lady have a hobbit fetish? She also bound my big toes with a piece of similarly rough brown twine. Like I said: total, absolute domination. A measly 78 seconds passes from when she turned on the vibrator to when I first orgasmed from it.
"Kmmmppfff!" I mutely howled into the embarrassing package in my mouth and hopped around in a frantic, fearful manner, now wondering if she was planning to take me and kill me.
"Yoo make zee cutest sounds," my kidnapper erotically kissed me on the forehead, "but we have to do a few more theengs. I cannot leave you here, so you must come with me on thees trip."
That sounded awful, actually. Being left alone would have been perfect to go find a knife to cut myself out of these horrid sisal ropes. Instead, a leather hood with a hole for the eyes and nose was pulled over my head. The horny maniac took her time making sure the hood conformed to my head and pulled my braid through the hole before carefully lacing it up. If you've ever been squeezed like this, then my apologies go out to you. Of course, she tightly knotted the laces.
Nothing like a black posture collar to affix your head rigidly in place and keep you from bending your neck. I never realized that bending your own neck could be a capital offense. Because this woman had a sweat fetish, she put the collar in place and pulled a black balaclava over my head as a petty show of her power over me. She then slung me over her shoulder and walked with me like this, bringing me to the garage where she put me down, standing on the cold garage floor.
Now, all of this happened to me with the annoying 78 second orgasm occurring like clockwork to cripple me for 5-15 seconds each and every single time. Squatting, arching, and so on didn't help me because the French wench wouldn't let me have a single moment to myself. No, instead she had me sit on the passenger seat of the car and proceeded to use ratchet straps (yes, the kind that click and have metal buckles and all that sh-t) to crush me into the seat. For insult and to totally flaunt her control, she put one each above and below my tits and one at my waist to pin me to the back of the seat. One each at my waist and thighs—after wrapping it around my thighs—to wrap my legs to seat itself—complete with putting the buckle under the f-cking seat out of reach! She ran brown rope from my braid, under the seat, around my ankles, and under the seat again before knotting it on the collar. All the while I orgasmed every 78 freaking seconds due to the vibrator buzzing away against me and the permanently erect c-ck jammed inside my body!
"Mmmmmmmmm!" I mutedly whined while she put a big black blanket over me to hide my full nudity and bondage, looking like someone who was merely extremely cold in the dead of winter.
"I will stop for cohffee. If you make a fuss, you will certainly suhffehr," the b-tch warned me.
"Gmmm," was my garbled response, but she could see the defiance in my eyes slowly becoming replaced by dread and fear because I couldn't cry loudly enough to be heard by anyone more than 2 or 3 feet away, especially if they're outside the car. As the car pulled out of the garage and into a cold winter's day, I felt a sense of dread watching a strange house appear before my eyes. The black window shades obscured my view of the world and made the car feel like a prison cell.
Panic was my response. I thrashed violently, but my thrashing and nudity were hidden by the big pinned blanket. I howled into the gag, but the balaclava hid the layers of tape, wrap, and leather that hid and trapped my horrid tasting panties and socks in my mouth. My arms were trapped by the ratchet straps that fused me against the seat of the car. Moving my legs jerked on my hair. A slight motion was enough to shift the dildo. The vibrator buzzed me and the dildo, and with a smile of satisfaction, my kidnapper dialed the vibrator up. Orgasms were now 42 seconds apart.
"My dear, we are approaching a drive-thru. Be quiet and good," my kidnapper threatened me.
"Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts. How may I help you?" a kind female voice asked us.
"Hello," my kidnapper said and put a swimmer's nose clips on my nose, cutting all oxygen off to my body, "I would like two large black cohffees and two pow-dehred do-nuhts."
"Nnnnggg!" I breathlessly and quietly moaned in orgasm, so brutally driven by the asphyxiation that I orgasmed again in 17 seconds, my body spasming and pulsing around the rod jammed deep in my body while my kidnapper ordered her food. My wails could not be heard, and my nudity, struggle, captivity, and gag couldn't be seen. The seat of the car rigidly held me, and I thrashed as the twisted situation allowed. Soon, the car moved up in the queue, and the clip was removed.
The woman reached under the blanket; to my agony, she twisted each of my nipples, too. To my unwilling arousal, she jerked on the crotch rope, shifting the c-ck, inside me. To my humiliation, she fondled my breasts and forced me to a rapid orgasm. There was going to be a puddle on the seat beneath me when all of this was done. A burn in my chest arose from the asphyxiation.
When it was time to receive the food and pay, the clip returned to torture me. It was the longest time of my life—agonizing, searing pain filling my lungs and body from breathlessness. I could not be heard by anyone and kept as still as possible except for involuntary shifts from the horrid 17 second orgasm induced by the totality of the scene. I orgasmed 4 times before the clip came off my nose. What an absolute b-tch this woman was! She smiled and kissed my covered cheek with a look of grim satisfaction, enjoying this game beyond any sane or sensible limit.
"My dear, I must make a quick stop to pick up some theengs. You will remain in my sight all of zee time. Try anytheeng fuhnny, and puneeshment will come," she again ominously warned me.
There was little to do but breathe heavily and watch the passers-by—pitifully groaning into my socks and c-m soaked panties knowing they couldn't hear me even if I tried calling out to grab their attention—while waiting for my captor to return. The package in my mouth was beginning to taste horrible, and I looked into the store where my abductor was shopping. Even my orgasms were restrained because of how tightly she had strapped me to this seat.
Every shift of my body, every breath I took, and every jerk of the car caused the rod to shift deep in my body, and it was pretty much impossible not to fidget in my position. Sitting still was sooo hard. UGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! How long was she going to take? Looking left or right jerked on my braid and the collar. It was like being paralyzed with how tightly bound I was to the seat. The French kidnapper wiggled her fingers at me and smiled as she exited the store, and soon she was back in the driver's seat. Another erotic kiss reminded me that I was just her toy now. My silence was hidden by the black balaclava, the secret of my captivity. The sisal dug into my skin.
"Shall we go home? Yes?" she asked me in a dark tone that said, "Thees eez only beginning."
We began driving home, and the trip was mundane until, at a stoplight my kidnapper knew too well, she put the clip on my nose "until the light goes green." Breathlessness drove spasms in a desperate bid for survival, and that desperation drove more involuntary orgasm. I mutely wailed in my distress, but only she could hear me while seconds seemed to take minutes to pass. After what was like 30 minutes to me, the light went green, and she removed the clip with a laugh.
Back we went to the house, all while I struggled and wailed. As she drove, she again sealed my nose in the nose clamp, even masturbating at my agonized, frantic struggling during the repeated forced orgasms and painful breathlessness before removing the clip and kissing my lips. I started crying as the car pulled into the garage, and soon the garage door shut, trapping me in the house with the crazy, horny, sadistic French woman who saw me as nothing more than a sex toy…
Part 1: The Rod & the Ride
I opened my eyes and felt the familiar, unique throb of a headache from chloroform. Trying to move proved to be a waste of time. A few blinks did nothing to help, but my vision cleared up just a little. What was this place? Who did this to me? Why did they do it? How did they pull it off? When did it happen? A few more blinks don't make me wake up from this cruel, freakish nightmare. Nope. It was reality, and it was a nasty, cold reality at that. What a sensation flowed through my body! An involuntary need to groan and struggle overpowered me momentarily.
"Oh, my dear, I am overzhoyed to see you are awake," that French accent was a headache, too.
There sat the most deplorable sight: my kidnapper. Red thigh-high socks, a denim knee skirt, a black turtleneck t-shirt, and a red bandana headband were not exactly winter clothes, but that was what she wore along with her black snowboots. Her brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair were an interesting match. The French accent matched the face and outfit though.
Then there was me making quite a sight sitting there on the living room floor while she casually sat on a sofa. Being almost naked was a bit disconcerting, especially when I still had my green crew socks and my orange briefs. My blonde-brown hair was still in its customary bun; at least it was for the moment. But where to begin with the more disturbing parts of my captivity?
"Wha the huck ith thith?!" I demanded quite crossly and discovered a big ball gag in my mouth.
"Zweetheart, you ahre my playtheeng to chereesh or to pereesh," she said ominously, "You must cooperate, or thees will not end well fohr you. You do have a choice in thees scenahreeoh."
"GMMMMMMMM!" that sensation forced me to groan and squirm again… orgasm.
Well, the vibrator that buzzed away at my crotch was minor compared to the sisal that bound my arms together behind my back in four places. The 1.75 inch red ball gag that jammed my mouth open also forced drool to go everywhere. About my chest was a tight, objectifying harness made out of the same rough brown sisal. The only loosely bound part was my legs, and that was only a single rope at my ankles. While it was bad, her eyes told me this was going to get much worse.
The French woman put her book down and glided over to me. Glide fits given the smooth way in which she approached me, stood me up, and turned the dial past 10 and even past 11. With no sounds in the room but my gag talk and the buzzing of the wand, she began roughly fondling my breasts and my crotch with her hands. With how her fingers pushed my increasingly soaking wet panties into my body, the goal of making me orgasm repeatedly became abundantly clear. It all became a blur after the fifth orgasm in what felt like 7 or 8 minutes. Gradually, slobber covered my breasts and chest as a result of my groaning, struggling, and climaxing, and she sat me down on a wooden seat and began gradually removing a variety of things she no longer needed for me, like my ankle bondage, my panties, and my socks. She undid my bun, too, revealing my braid instead. Well, the bun was to keep the braid from flying around me during my daily jog!
"Perfect," she smiles with disturbingly soulless satisfaction and temporarily removed the wand.
"WHO THE F-CK ARE YOU?!" I demanded when the ball gag left my mouth.
"Yur kidnapper, ob-vee-us-lee," the snarky b-tch responded and stuffed my clothes in my mouth.
"Hey, NOMMMPPPHHH!" the cum soaked panties and my socks filled my jaws with a variety of disgusting flavors and fluids. Sweat and cum mingles with my saliva to produce a toxic juice. Definitely would not recommend it to anyone, but she didn't give me a choice.
What followed was a heinous nightmare. The nut began the most brutal, most face annihilating, most heinous gag imaginable starting by crushing my face with numerous wraps of classic brown packing tape, which wasn't chosen just because it's sticky and strong. It's thin, too. Then several layers of black vet wrap followed, and she also wrapped it around my jaw and the top of my head for clamping my jaw shut really well. Even the vet wrap dug into my soft chin with its tightness.
More thin, rough, strong brown sisal wrapped around the base of my tits. It was tight enough to impede the blood flow but not tight enough to stop it either. My chest was already all trussed up with ropes above and below my tits, a V-shaped pattern in between them, cinching through my armpits, and criss-crossing across my chest. Oh, well, at least she was obsessed with having me decorated all nice and pretty even if she seemed to have fantasies of f-cking me senseless.
"Thees zhould help you to enzhoy yourself," the crazed woman said with a disturbing smile.
In the beast's hand was a dildo attached to a series of black straps, designed to hold that artificial c-ck inside my body. Nothing was more frightening than her asking me, "Is this not fun for both of us?" while jamming that device into my body, feeding the straps around my waist and through my butt crack, and tightening the straps with devastating precision and tightness. The c-ck was wedged into my body, and the straps firmly trapped it in place and solidified my role of sex toy.
Oh, no, she was not done with me yet. Hell, she was just getting started. With a lecherous grip, she wrapped her arms around me and fondled my breasts before tying a viciously tight waist and crotch rope to ensure that c-ck went nowhere and further irritated me. There was no doubt in my mind: the woman was batsh-t crazy and wanted nothing but total, absolute domination.
Only a woman who is batsh-t crazy would think that the thighs and legs need to be bound 3 times each when the captive stands at all of a generous 5'0" while she stands at 5'7". Each binding was as tight as the ones on my torso and arms, and she trapped a battery-powered vibrator in between my legs and right against my happy slot. Did this lady have a hobbit fetish? She also bound my big toes with a piece of similarly rough brown twine. Like I said: total, absolute domination. A measly 78 seconds passes from when she turned on the vibrator to when I first orgasmed from it.
"Kmmmppfff!" I mutely howled into the embarrassing package in my mouth and hopped around in a frantic, fearful manner, now wondering if she was planning to take me and kill me.
"Yoo make zee cutest sounds," my kidnapper erotically kissed me on the forehead, "but we have to do a few more theengs. I cannot leave you here, so you must come with me on thees trip."
That sounded awful, actually. Being left alone would have been perfect to go find a knife to cut myself out of these horrid sisal ropes. Instead, a leather hood with a hole for the eyes and nose was pulled over my head. The horny maniac took her time making sure the hood conformed to my head and pulled my braid through the hole before carefully lacing it up. If you've ever been squeezed like this, then my apologies go out to you. Of course, she tightly knotted the laces.
Nothing like a black posture collar to affix your head rigidly in place and keep you from bending your neck. I never realized that bending your own neck could be a capital offense. Because this woman had a sweat fetish, she put the collar in place and pulled a black balaclava over my head as a petty show of her power over me. She then slung me over her shoulder and walked with me like this, bringing me to the garage where she put me down, standing on the cold garage floor.
Now, all of this happened to me with the annoying 78 second orgasm occurring like clockwork to cripple me for 5-15 seconds each and every single time. Squatting, arching, and so on didn't help me because the French wench wouldn't let me have a single moment to myself. No, instead she had me sit on the passenger seat of the car and proceeded to use ratchet straps (yes, the kind that click and have metal buckles and all that sh-t) to crush me into the seat. For insult and to totally flaunt her control, she put one each above and below my tits and one at my waist to pin me to the back of the seat. One each at my waist and thighs—after wrapping it around my thighs—to wrap my legs to seat itself—complete with putting the buckle under the f-cking seat out of reach! She ran brown rope from my braid, under the seat, around my ankles, and under the seat again before knotting it on the collar. All the while I orgasmed every 78 freaking seconds due to the vibrator buzzing away against me and the permanently erect c-ck jammed inside my body!
"Mmmmmmmmm!" I mutedly whined while she put a big black blanket over me to hide my full nudity and bondage, looking like someone who was merely extremely cold in the dead of winter.
"I will stop for cohffee. If you make a fuss, you will certainly suhffehr," the b-tch warned me.
"Gmmm," was my garbled response, but she could see the defiance in my eyes slowly becoming replaced by dread and fear because I couldn't cry loudly enough to be heard by anyone more than 2 or 3 feet away, especially if they're outside the car. As the car pulled out of the garage and into a cold winter's day, I felt a sense of dread watching a strange house appear before my eyes. The black window shades obscured my view of the world and made the car feel like a prison cell.
Panic was my response. I thrashed violently, but my thrashing and nudity were hidden by the big pinned blanket. I howled into the gag, but the balaclava hid the layers of tape, wrap, and leather that hid and trapped my horrid tasting panties and socks in my mouth. My arms were trapped by the ratchet straps that fused me against the seat of the car. Moving my legs jerked on my hair. A slight motion was enough to shift the dildo. The vibrator buzzed me and the dildo, and with a smile of satisfaction, my kidnapper dialed the vibrator up. Orgasms were now 42 seconds apart.
"My dear, we are approaching a drive-thru. Be quiet and good," my kidnapper threatened me.
"Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts. How may I help you?" a kind female voice asked us.
"Hello," my kidnapper said and put a swimmer's nose clips on my nose, cutting all oxygen off to my body, "I would like two large black cohffees and two pow-dehred do-nuhts."
"Nnnnggg!" I breathlessly and quietly moaned in orgasm, so brutally driven by the asphyxiation that I orgasmed again in 17 seconds, my body spasming and pulsing around the rod jammed deep in my body while my kidnapper ordered her food. My wails could not be heard, and my nudity, struggle, captivity, and gag couldn't be seen. The seat of the car rigidly held me, and I thrashed as the twisted situation allowed. Soon, the car moved up in the queue, and the clip was removed.
The woman reached under the blanket; to my agony, she twisted each of my nipples, too. To my unwilling arousal, she jerked on the crotch rope, shifting the c-ck, inside me. To my humiliation, she fondled my breasts and forced me to a rapid orgasm. There was going to be a puddle on the seat beneath me when all of this was done. A burn in my chest arose from the asphyxiation.
When it was time to receive the food and pay, the clip returned to torture me. It was the longest time of my life—agonizing, searing pain filling my lungs and body from breathlessness. I could not be heard by anyone and kept as still as possible except for involuntary shifts from the horrid 17 second orgasm induced by the totality of the scene. I orgasmed 4 times before the clip came off my nose. What an absolute b-tch this woman was! She smiled and kissed my covered cheek with a look of grim satisfaction, enjoying this game beyond any sane or sensible limit.
"My dear, I must make a quick stop to pick up some theengs. You will remain in my sight all of zee time. Try anytheeng fuhnny, and puneeshment will come," she again ominously warned me.
There was little to do but breathe heavily and watch the passers-by—pitifully groaning into my socks and c-m soaked panties knowing they couldn't hear me even if I tried calling out to grab their attention—while waiting for my captor to return. The package in my mouth was beginning to taste horrible, and I looked into the store where my abductor was shopping. Even my orgasms were restrained because of how tightly she had strapped me to this seat.
Every shift of my body, every breath I took, and every jerk of the car caused the rod to shift deep in my body, and it was pretty much impossible not to fidget in my position. Sitting still was sooo hard. UGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! How long was she going to take? Looking left or right jerked on my braid and the collar. It was like being paralyzed with how tightly bound I was to the seat. The French kidnapper wiggled her fingers at me and smiled as she exited the store, and soon she was back in the driver's seat. Another erotic kiss reminded me that I was just her toy now. My silence was hidden by the black balaclava, the secret of my captivity. The sisal dug into my skin.
"Shall we go home? Yes?" she asked me in a dark tone that said, "Thees eez only beginning."
We began driving home, and the trip was mundane until, at a stoplight my kidnapper knew too well, she put the clip on my nose "until the light goes green." Breathlessness drove spasms in a desperate bid for survival, and that desperation drove more involuntary orgasm. I mutely wailed in my distress, but only she could hear me while seconds seemed to take minutes to pass. After what was like 30 minutes to me, the light went green, and she removed the clip with a laugh.
Back we went to the house, all while I struggled and wailed. As she drove, she again sealed my nose in the nose clamp, even masturbating at my agonized, frantic struggling during the repeated forced orgasms and painful breathlessness before removing the clip and kissing my lips. I started crying as the car pulled into the garage, and soon the garage door shut, trapping me in the house with the crazy, horny, sadistic French woman who saw me as nothing more than a sex toy…
