Author: Hazard
Title: The Cellar
Keywords: Kidnap, Rape, Big Tits, Rough Sex, Mf
Part: 1
Summary: Jason locks his new victim up in his cellar, ready to use at his leisure.
                                   
                                 *[The Cellar - Part 1]*
			        					
                                   21st December 2004				

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There are going to be a few parts to this one, so keep 'em peeled. This one is about a 
guy that kidnaps a girl and keeps her locked up in a specially furnished cellar for his
own sexual pleasure. He goes to great lengths to prevent her from finding out who he is
so that he can release her. So no snuff or torture or anything in this. It's just a guy
and his temporary sex toy! As always, adults only. This is fantasy and not fact. Also 
helps if you're into big tits!
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Jason pulled up to the house, the headlights of his van illuminating the porch in the dim
 dusk light. His heart was thumping hard in his chest and he could hear the blood coursing
 through his ear drums. He was partly afraid, but mostly he was totally exhilarated. 

He slipped the balaclava back onto his head, straightening up the eye holes then switched
 off the lights and stepped out of the van, closing the door. He walked round to the back
 of the van and listened. He could hear nothing. Steadying himself he put one hand on the
 handle, and got ready to open the door. Tugging on it, he jumped back, ready to move 
quickly if he needed to. Half expecting to be greeted by the girl flying out of the van 
making a mad dash to escape, he was relieved to find her still bound and blindfolded with
 the duct tape he had used earlier. 

“Please, please. Don’t hurt me.” the girl mumbled. She lay on her side, her hands taped
 firmly behind her back, her ankles taped together and her eyes and mouth taped over. She 
had worked the mouth tape loose and was able to utter a few unclear words. “Please!” she 
sobbed, quietly. As before, Jason said nothing. He would be able to communicate with her
 in due course, but for now, not a word. 

He grabbed her by her ankles that and pulled her to the edge of the van. She struggled at
 his touch, half squealing, expecting the worst, but instead found the duct tape at her 
ankles loosened and then removed. The girl froze as her feet were freed, not really 
understanding what was going on. Jason guided her to her feet outside the van, holding 
onto her forearms that were secured behind her back. He slammed the van doors closed then
 pushed her towards the house. Stumbling forwards in her blindness, she felt too 
vulnerable to even try to run.

The girl found herself being guided forwards towards the house, pausing at the front door
 while it was opened. She heard Jason step inside, before pulling her in and closing the
 door behind them. Her movements were cautious and rigid, her whole body trembling with 
fear, her mind screaming at her to try and run, but her body unwilling – maybe because 
she knew she couldn’t get far without being able to see. 

Forwards they moved, and another door was opened. She struggled for a moment, suddenly 
taken over by a rush of fear provoked adrenalin, but Jason kept hold of her. He made a 
growling noise, but said nothing. Her mind raced, envisaging some sort of monster that
 couldn’t speak guiding her into a dungeon. She was shoved again but as she stepped out 
she felt nothing but thin air. She shrieked as she almost fell, but was held firmly by 
Jason. Eventually her foot made contact with a step going downwards. Tentatively she made
 her way down, her captor allowing her to move at her own pace.

At the bottom they stopped, and another door was opened. This one creaked on big metal 
hinges as it opened. It added to the girl’s image of a dungeon and once again she squirmed
 in Jason’s grasp. This time he let her go, and she stepped blindly away, backing into a
 big empty space before pausing. Her senses were running wild. The room was cool, and 
smelt slightly damp. She could tell it was bright, as the light was creeping in through
 the cracks of her blindfold. She shuddered again as the big door creaked at it closed,
 slamming with a heavy metallic echo. 

Jason looked at the girl in the bright light of the cellar room. She stood, legs slightly
 bent, at 45 degrees from straight on to him, motionless apart from a constant slight 
shiver. He couldn’t see her face clearly because of the duct tape, but he could tell her
 expression was a grimace of fear. He felt sorry for her, but he didn’t feel guilty. How
 could he? Standing there in her tight t-shirt, her mini skirt and her knee high boots, 
she was a picture. Her huge round breasts strained against the t-shirt and her smooth 
naked thighs were visible under her skirt.

Jason took a brief look around his cellar dungeon. She was a few feet away from the double
 bed he had moved there. A simple metal framed bed, bolted rigidly to the ground. He’d 
made sure that was impossible to disassemble without power tools. To the left of the bed
 he had a few items arranged neatly on the floor against the wall. There was a plastic 
drinking bottle, full with water, and a plastic bucket and some toilet paper. They were
 the necessities only. The rest of the 20 foot by 20 foot cellar was bare brick walls.

He approached her, and she turned to face him. She shook uncontrollably as he gripped her
 shoulders and moved her backwards towards the bed. She fell backwards onto the soft 
mattress and instinctively pulled her knees up towards her chest protectively. “Please,
 please, don’t hurt me” she mumbled again. 

Jason stood at the foot of the bed looking at her. He reached up, gripping her ankles 
and struggled to pull her down the bed. She kicked out, narrowly missing his face, which
 caused him to growl loudly. Freezing again, her body remained tense as Jason used the 
pair of handcuffs already attached to the foot of the bed to secure her ankle. She began
 to kick out again as he grabbed her other ankle, but soon her feet were secured to the 
base of the bed. 

She tried to clench her knees together, but her ankles were too far apart. Forced up to 
a sitting position, she felt her captor tugging at the duct tape binding her wrists. The
 moment they were freed her hands went straight for her blindfold but before should could
 get a decent grip they were torn away and she was forced onto her back, hands pinned 
above her head. Struggling, she couldn’t stop her wrists being cuffed one by one to the
 headboard. She wailed and sobbed, moaning loudly as she realised she was now totally 
trapped.

Trembling, she waited. Then she heard the clunk of a button and the hiss of a cassette 
player. 

“Listen very carefully to this recording. I am ransoming you to the appropriate parties 
for a sum of money.” Jason stood at the end of the bed, looking at his catch as the 
playback of his recording began. The voice was heavily disguised with twisted voice 
effects to make it unrecognisable. He felt how hard his cock had become from the 
excitement, so he silently unzipped his pants, taking out his cock to stroke it slowly.

The recording continued.

“I have not spoken so far because I do not want you to hear my voice. You have been 
blindfolded because I do not want you to see my face. I wore a balaclava for the same 
reason. This recording is distorted also for the same reason. These facts should suggest
 to you that I do not intend to kill you. Although I appreciate this is a terrifying 
situation for you, you may find comfort in the fact that so long as you have no idea of
 my identity, I will be able to let you go. You have no idea where you are or who I am 
and so long as that is the case, you will be released whether I get the ransom money or 
not. I am not a murdered, but I am not to be messed with.”

The girl was breathing heavily, the magnitude of the situation now fully dawning on her.
 She was not convinced at all at this point that she would leave this dungeon alive. 
Meanwhile Jason stroked his cock slowly, looking at his sexy victim, watching her 
intently listening to the recording.

“You will be unshackled and your blindfold removed. You will be locked in this room. You
 will be provided with food and water and sanitation. You must never hear my voice above 
a whisper, and you must ensure you never see my face. When I enter the room you will put 
on the blindfold provided. You may only remove this once I leave. These are the 
requirements of your release. If you understand, say ‘Yes’ now. Then tell me your name
 and age.”

Jason stopped the tape and pulled the remnants of the gag off the girl’s mouth. She 
nodded her head frantically. “Yes” she said, followed quickly by “Lauren, 16”. Jason put
 the tape recorder down and turned back to the girl. Her skirt was almost up around her
 hips now, making the bottom of her panties visible. Her large breasts sat perky on her
 chest like two grapefruit sized jellies, confined by her bra and t-shirt. 

Jason wasn’t going to mess about now. He knew he had this girl for as long as he wanted, 
to do with whatever he wanted, and right now he needed relief. He reached out for the 
crotch of the Lauren’s panties, his fingers rubbing against her pussy lips as he grabbed
 the material. She shrieked in surprise and squirmed against her impossible bonds as he
 pulled and ripped them away. It suddenly became clear to her this wasn’t just a ransom.

Jason was easing a condom over his thick swollen cock – just another measure to ensure 
there was no DNA evidence as to his identity. Once it was down to the base of his tool,
 he climbed between her legs as she pulled and pushed and struggled against the cuffs. 
“No please” she whined, her face turning to one side, tears leaking out from under her
 blindfold. Jason ignored her words, leaning his weight down onto her and pressing his
 latex covered tool into her entrance. She felt like a vice, and he was grateful for 
the lubrication on the condom.

She groaned loudly as Jason’s thick long cock moved deeper and deeper into her tight 
virgin pussy. Her teeth clamped together, sucking in air as the pain took hold of her. 
Jason moaned quietly in pleasure. He paused to look at the young virgin beneath him, 
rigid on her bonds, grimacing at the pain. Her huge melons were possibly untouched by 
anyone but herself. Her tanned sexy thighs were meaty and unblemished. The thought itself 
was enough to make his cock throb with excitement, and he knew he wouldn’t last long this
 time. 

With his crotched pressed firmly into hers, he felt his thick dick being crushed by this
 tight young pussy. Slowly manoeuvring his arms he gripped the side of both of her large 
soft breasts through her t-shirt and bra. He held tightly, squeezing into their soft 
forms with his thumb. Lauren merely moaned, sobbing, obviously unaware of the impact her
 curvaceous frame was having on Jason’s level of arousal. 

Holding her tits he pulled his cock out slowly before forcing it back into the hilt. The
 sensation was electric and as her whole body throbbed with tension, he could feel her 
direct response to her pump. Her contracting cunt was bringing him to the edge, so he
 started up a quick torrid rhythm to finish off. Squeezing the sides of her massive jugs
 firmly and rapidly, he slammed his hips into her hard and fast. His pelvis smacked into
 her once, twice, three times, four times, five times – his cock being crushed inside the
 condom. Six, seven, eight and slam. He jammed into her on the ninth thrust and felt his
 cock explode. His hands clamping down on the sides of her soft breasts as he held his
 hips firmly against hers as his cock convulsed inside her. 

He released her tits and lay there fore a moment on top of her. Lauren was breathing 
heavily too, motionless in the aftermath. Slowly Jason pulled out as her tight pussy 
squeezed on his limp dick.  He backed off, moving onto all fours and then slowly climbed
 off the bed. He sat back down on the edge and sighed, pulling off his condom and 
dropping it on the floor. “Mmmmmm” he moaned quietly. Lauren said nothing. 

Jason got to his feet and moved towards the door, opening it and slamming its heavy form
 behind him. But he hadn’t left. He stood inside the room at the door, silently, watching
 his young victim lying still. And she remained still for a good minute or so before she 
began moving. First trying to sit up, but her bonds wouldn’t allow it. Next she tugged at
 the cuffs at her hands, but ended up screaming with the discomfort as that tugged on her
 tender wrists. She pulled with her legs, trying to release her feet. The cuffs were 
around the ankles of her boots, but the boots and cuffs were far too tight to pull her 
legs free. 

Jason had moved closer, his limp dick having hardened again within the last 3 or 4 
minutes. Her movement was making enough noise to mask his approach. He was feeling 
totally exhilarated and powerful now and his previous fears of being caught were totally
 gone. This was going to be his fuck whore, for as long as he saw fit, or until he could
 find a better replacement. Indeed, he could even have two at once maybe. He stood at the
 side of the bed looking down at her as she pulled on her bonds. Pondering the idea, his
 hard cock pointed towards her belly like a compass pointing to the north. 

“How big are your tits?” he whispered suddenly. Lauren shrieked and shuddered in the shock
 and tried to move away from the whisper as best she could. “How big are your tits Lauren?
 I like them”.

“36E” she replied in a croaky fearful voice. 

She felt Jason’s hand begin to knead her left breast through the material of her t-shirt 
and she tensed up once more. It wasn’t long before he was pulling up the shirt under her 
arm pits. He marvelled at the black lace bra that was encasing these monster tits. He 
pulled the base up over her tits to her neck and watched her heavy breasts bounce free. 

“16 squeezes for 16 years” Jason whispered, his right hand selecting the massive malleable
 flesh of her left breasts and squeezing. He groped, and massaged and firmly squashed her
 melon, 16 slow and meaningful times. Jason’s cock was rock hard now as Lauren lay there 
taking the abuse, silent and motionless, her shivering having died down slightly.

“Now, let’s fuck these puppies” he whispered. He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his
 jeans, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor. 

“Please …. “ Lauren whispered quietly, her sobbing beginning again. Jason moved onto the
 bed, straddling her chest, his knees up under her arm pits, some of his weight on her 
rib cage. Her breathing became more purposeful with this increased weight. He looked down
at the mighty tits before him then tugged back down on the bra. The under wire was 
designed to fit her slim chest and the cups were designed to cope with her massive melons,
 so as he pulled the under wire over her tits, they were squashed together tightly. He 
quivered in sexual excitement at the mighty cleavage before him.

Lauren remained motionless, her expression simply changing now and then as Jason 
manoeuvred himself. He spat a long stringy gob of phlegm down onto the top of her chest
 then used his fingers to work it down into the recesses of her cleavage. He could lose
 his whole flattened hand into the tight cleavage up to his wrist before his fingers 
poked out of the bottom. 

“Mmmmm …. Whore tits” he whispered quietly as he reached down for his cock. The power of
 his erection was trying to stick his cock to his belly, so he pushed it down at the base 
then moved his hips forward, sliding his cock between Lauren’s huge jugs. Marvelling at 
the obscene view of this cuffed and blindfolded 16 year old with these massive breasts 
squeezed together, he began to slide his cock forwards and backwards. 

It wasn’t long before he changed position. Sliding his legs back down the bed, he put his
 hands beside Lauren’s head. Now on his front, but propping himself up on outstretched 
arms, he pushed his cock back between her cleavage. Leaning his hip weight down onto her
 large melons caused them to press more tightly around his cock as he squashed them. The
 feeling was superb as he started to pump his hips. Soon he was forcing his hips forwards
 with firm, forceful strokes. On each up thrust his hips squashing Lauren’s heavy melons
 down onto her chest and upward under her chin. His thick dick remaining completely buried
 inside the bulky bags of tit flesh.

Soon he was pumping furiously. His hips bashing into her soft breasts over and over as his
 cock stabbed through the chasm of her cleavage. Lauren was moaning from the discomfort 
and breathing erratically from the compression on her chest. After a few minutes his 
pounded worked her bra loose and her big round tits moved apart, destroying the tight 
cleavage he was fucking. Jason switched position knowing he was getting close to his 
second orgasm. 

Back to his original position, he straddled her chest on his knees and grabbed the sides
 of her tits, pulling them up to meet his cock at it pointed 45 degrees towards the 
ceiling. He closed them tightly around it and pulled his cock down so it was horizontal,
 parallel with her body. His fingers dug into the soft abused flesh of Lauren’s giant 
jugs, bringing groans of pain and sob of discomfort to her lips. Ignoring this, Jason 
began to pump his hips ferociously, jacking her mammoth breasts up and down his cock in
 the process. 

Lauren groaned in discomfort in perfect time with Jason’s fucking as he ravaged her tits.
 He crushed them in his grip, tightly and firmly, holding and pumping them like reins 
while galloping on a horse. Over and over he tugged on them and crushed them as a mighty
 orgasm approached. Groaning loudly he yanked them back hard onto his cock, causing 
Lauren to wail as cum exploded from his cock. 

The cum drained out into the depths of her mighty cleavage before spilling out onto her
 chest and neck. Jason slowed the tugging of her breasts as he came to a rest, their soft
 forms red and abused from his savage tit fucking. Lauren breathed heavily, groaning 
still, her blindfold almost off her eyes and tears leaking out. Jason was grateful for
 his balaclava as he caught sight of her eye looking at him from under the blindfold. 
She quickly closed it when she saw him and continued to sob.

Carefully he climbed off her, his legs a little weak from the exercise. He pulled on 
his jeans and slid his feet back into his shoes. Lauren had turned her head away and had
 her eyes clamped shut. Jason leaned across and unlocked her wrist cuffs. Her hands 
instantly went to her chest to hold her red sore breasts. Moving to the base of the bed,
 Jason unsnapped her ankle cuffs and she pulled her legs up to her chest also, curling 
into a ball on her side. With the 4 cuffs in hand, Jason dropped a sleeping blindfold
 onto the bed for Lauren’s use later then paused to look at his sexy fuck victim.

“You can take the tape off your eyes now. Just remember the rules for next time” he 
whispered, his forceful whisper horse and aggressive sounding. Lauren said nothing and
 continued to weep as Jason moved to the door, opened it and left. It clunked shut 
heavily and bolts could be heard sliding into place. Lauren felt a slight sense of 
relieve, but she knew, sooner or later, he’d be back. 


To be continued ....