DIANE, Part 1 by SD
1. THE CAPTURE
The pain in Diane's shoulders and arms was becoming intense, almost enough to
distract her from the terror she felt. How long had it been - a couple hours at
least - since she walked through the door of her mother's house to pick up her
kids on her way home from work. She was scarcely in the door when she was
knocked down, quickly struck in the kidney and in the solar plexus, and had a
rubber ball with a belt through it forced into her mouth by one man while
another pinned her arms. She was quickly handcuffed and shackled. Her elbows
were then tied together and a rope stretched from her elbows to her ankles,
leaving her in a very tight hogtie. Diane was a helpless captive before she
knew what was happening.
Shortly after she was taken, she observed her mother and her three sons, each
gagged, blindfolded, and securely bound, taken out of the house. After that she
just lay on the floor, observed by her two captors, who said nothing to her as
they rolled her about to study her. At 37, Diane retained an admirable body.
She was 5'6" and 128 pounds, small-boned and slender. Her breasts were not
large, but on her small frame seemed quite ample. Her ass was small if a little
flat. Her tapered legs were lovely, and by raising her modest skirt above her
hips her captors confirmed that they did indeed go all the way up. The blue-grey
eyes under the short blonde hair were usually cool and her gaze direct, but
today both were frantic. After completing their visual and tactile examination
of the captive, the two men settled in and waited silently, ignoring the
repeated frantic grunts that escaped from the helpless woman. As she waited
Diane's legs were getting sore, her shoulders screamed, and she would have felt
the bruises and lacerations of her wrists caused by her futile testing of the
handcuffs had she not lost feeling below her tightly bound elbows. As the time
passed, slowly, interminably, her fear grew. Where had they taken the boys, she
thought. Why did they take them ? What were they going to do to her ? Why
were they waiting ? Her husband Tom had to have come home by now, but he hadn't
called or come for the children yet. Where was he, had they captured him too,
or worse ?
The phone rang, astonishingly loud in the silence of the room. One of the men
picked it up, placed the receiver to his ear, and said nothing. After a few
seconds he dropped the receiver to the floor and said "They arrived. Let's go".
The other left the house while the man who had taken the call removed the rope
that connected Diane's elbows to her ankles. This rope was then tied around
Diane's neck. Her black high heels, which had come off as she was rolled about,
were replaced, and her arms were yanked upwards pulling her painfully to her
feet. She wobbled for a moment and her escort raised her leash above her head
and pulled it taut, preventing her from falling, or breathing. As she steadied
herself some slack was added to the rope and she desperately sucked as much air
as should could through her nose. "Go out the back", she was ordered. The
legirons were joined by a six inch chain and allowed only small, awkward steps,
which slowed the passage considerably and barely allowed her to tenuously step
down the back steps. The house was isolated, and from the back there was little
chance of anyone seeing Diane as she was lead, hobbling, towards a blue van,
forced into the back, and driven away.
It was a long ride. One of the men held Diane on his lap. She could feel his
erection stiffening as he casually explored her body, but as her protests were
met with a tightening of her leash she learned to be still. There was no effort
made to stop her from looking out the smoked window of the van to see where she
was being taken. At last it turned off the main road on to a road prominently
marked "PRIVATE, NO TRESPASSING", which curved through a thick stand of trees
before emerging in a clearing invisible from the public road. About one hundred
yards into the clearing was an sturdy wire fence with a high steel gate across
the road. Another such gate stood up thirty feet of fenced-in road beyond the
first gate. The van stopped in front of a camera by the first gate, which
opened to admit the van and closed behind it before the second gate opened,
allowing the van to travel four hundred yards to a walled enclosure. When it
stopped before this gate an eyeless leather hood was placed an Diane's head and
tightly laced before the van proceeded. Shortly thereafter it stopped, and
Diane was shoved from the van and pulled forwards by the leash while a cane
behind her alternately prodded her between the shoulders and swatted her across
the ass, neither of which helped Diane maintain her balance as she tried vainly
to baby step fast enough to satisfy her escorts, her only breaks coming as she
was stopped so doors could be opened then locked behind her, and when she
precariously felt her way down a series of stairways, until at last she arrived
at her dungeon.