Suzies Revenge By steelbound773

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Warning! This story might contain activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please play safe.

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She had not stopped thinking, or crying about Paula’s death, though it had been over a month now. She had been her only friend, her only comfort in her life as a bondage slave. It’s not that Vern was particularly sadistic or overly cruel as far as masters go, she had been sold three times so she had a little experience in these matters. Paula’s death had been an accident, and she knew it, Vern would have never wished the death a valuable, and pleasurable slave. Paula would always moan, groan and squirm more than any slave she had known, and this gave extra pleasure to the sick bastards that had owned her. One night when he was particularly drunk he’d left Paula bound and gagged for 24 hours and never even noticed the congestion flowing from her nose. So she died screaming in her gag with her nose clogged, while Suzie also bound and gagged could do nothing but wish she could die as well. The final insult was that Paula was dumped in a landfill that Vern was part owner in. Suzie had considered ending her own hellish life, but then another great emotion took over, revenge. Now she knew that Master was now on the hunt and would trap a new victim to train, and take Paula’s place.

 

She knew the method he would use, go to a bar, find a vulnerable young thing, who is by herself, give her his magic powder, a knockout drug mixed in her drink when she’s not looking, help her to car like a "gentleman" and the rest you can guess.

 

Tonight it would be different, they are advantages in being someone’s slave for many years. First she knew where he kept a backup key to her cage, and better yet she knew where he kept the magic powder that he used so effectively. The rest of the plan was simple, he was out hunting if he was successful he’d bring his prize home to begin a life in hell, if not he’d be alone, either way he’d have his favorite drink a screwdriver which you can’t make without orange juice. She added a very sufficient amount of the powder to the juice, not enough to kill him just enough to knock him out for a while, and then she waited. She heard the car pull in the drive and heard him slowly stumbling to the door, the hunt had been successful and he had his prize, he always had a hard time caring his new slaves as he only weighed about 145 pounds himself. In the door he came with a black haired innocent in his arms. Her arms where taped together behind her back her knees and feet were taped and her whole head except for her nose was covered with more of the silver tape. He took his keys and opened the cage where Paula had spent her last hours on this earth, and he just threw her on the cage floor and locked the door.

 

He then, just as planed, went to the kitchen for his usual, but he would soon have a big surprise. As he settled down in his chair with the huge glass that he always drank from, he smiled thinking about all the pleasures that awaited him, wrong! She waited till he closed his eyes and still waited then about ten minutes later he dropped his glass, which he would have never done unless under the influence of drugs. Perfect, now she took the key she had hid, opened her door and took the keys out of his pocket, and released his new captive. She was still incapacitated by the drugs and Suzie didn’t want another Paula on her hands, so she quickly took the tape off her head the freed her arms and legs.

 

Then she laid her carefully to the floor. Then it was Vern’s turn she first grabbed the corset she had spent so much time in, and wrapped it around Vern’s waist. Because he had a slender build it would fit, it would be tight, but it would fit. As she laced it tighter and tighter she could see Vern start t gasp for air, good this was part of the plan. Then she took an inflatable gag and strapped it to his head, it had an air feeding tube but she plugged it so Vern’s only air had to come through his nostrils, she could see his breathing was even more labored, good.

 

Then she cuffed his hands behind his back and attached a rope and ran it over his shoulder then pulled till they we agonizingly high through the crotch back up around the cuffs over the shoulder pull some more through the crotch then around his now much smaller waist then tied off again at the cuffs. She hadn’t been a slave for all these years with out learning something about tying. Then she took a pair of leg cuffs, and shacked his ankles. She sat back and admired her handy work, but this was only the beginning. First she had to get his latest almost victim out of there so she could get some help.

 

With all the strength she could muster she dragged the girl to the car, opened the door, and bit by bit she worked her in. Now she drove to the backside of the hospital were there wouldn’t be anyone this time of night and she wouldn’t be seen. It seemed strange driving again after all this time and the fact that she was free hadn’t sunk in yet because there was so much left to do. She pull up to the hospital and carefully helped the girl out of the car, then not out of greed or malice she reached into her jean pocket and took out some money, not a lot, but it was necessary.

Now she quickly drove off called 911 from a payphone, and told them where to find the girl, then just as quickly she drove away to the all night drug store for a more item. That done she slowly drove home, it wouldn’t do to be stop by a cop and her with out a driver’s license, but she hadn’t had one for over ten years, it's not something bondage slaves need. Driving slowly it took 15 minutes to return to Vern's his house was the only house for a mile and half each way. This had been good because of what he did, no one to see, no one to hear, no one to ask questions. Finally she arrived at Vern’s house and she enjoyed thinking that Vern by this time would be becoming conscience and feeling the pain, the horror, and the fear that so many of his victims felt, especially Paula.

 

As she walks in the door he was moaning and screaming to no avail, because he was tightly gagged and tightly bound and that was it. Suzie looked at him asked how it felt to be a toy for some one else. She went on how Paula had meant so much to her and and… she started crying. She dried her cheeks and smiled now it’s your turn, you probably don’t know this but I used to be a nurse, and I know what different drugs do and are used for. She started walking toward him he curled up on the floor and began to whimper, while he was down she pushed one nostril plug in and buried it the covered it with tape, which sent his breathing to a rapid pant. Now don’t struggle too much or get excited or else there won't be enough air. That’s a little better, now stay calm I’m going to feed you so you’ll feel better.

 

At this she straddled his chess and pulled the plug from the breathing tube to his gag, she slowly dumped a small bottle of orange juice and then put the plug back in and taped it in place, again and again. There, all done, now one last thing that juice was mixed with the stuff used in emergency room to induce vomiting, it works in about oh 15 to 20 minutes now I’m going to help you stand and go out the door its only a mile and a half to some help. But remember between the corset, gag, and nostril plug, you’re, well you can’t breath very well if you not careful you’ll pass out and you know what that means. So you better get going before the medicine kicks in and you’ll fill your mouth nose and lungs with your puke, and well that’s that’s. He looked at her with eyes crying and pleading but she turned away, as she got in the car she said I get no pleasure from this like you sickos, this is just for Paula.