The Hunting of Bambi
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by Rod Harden
Category: Erotica/Taboo Erotica/Suspense/Thriller
Description: From the bestselling author of Abducted...and Loving It!, an all new fantasy of women who love to surrender. Alone in her apartment, Bambi enjoys chatting with Roger, her online "master." He gives her self bondage instructions which she eagerly carries out. The feel of ropes and the sting of clamps turns her on, but Bambi craves the experience of true helplessness--cyber submission just won't--If only her online master didn't live thousands of miles away. But Roger is closer to Bambi than he's let on. Much closer. He's been watching her, studying her. And he has plans for her that will give her a taste of helplessness beyond her wildest fantasies. Too late she learns that she is merely prey for the hunter. Captured and spirited off to his hideout, Bambi is subjected to numerous torments and humiliations, and soon finds herself falling for the hunter who knows his prey so well. She wants to stay with him and serve him as his slave. But, has he been training her for himself or for someone else? What are the mysterious phone calls about? She searches his eyes for even a hint of warmth. Does the cruelest torture of all await her at the auction house? As one reviewer described the work of this bestselling author: "A pleasure to read. A discriptive adventure. Was more than easy to picture the scenes as you read along. It was also easy to be able to get into the mind of the gals to almost imagine what thay were feeling."
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2004
eBookwise Release Date: August 2004
45 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [164 KB]
Reading time: 107-149 min.
Bambi chats with Roger
Bambi sat alone in her apartment, her blue eyes fixed on the computer screen. She was waiting for words to appear in the instant message window, words that would come from Roger, her cyber playmate. She brushed back her shoulder length brown hair and shifted in her chair. It had been a couple minutes since his last message. Maybe he got disconnected, she thought, or interrupted. She knew he had a wife and kids in "real life," and they sometimes got in the way of his online shenanigans.
At last, the message appeared. No explanation of the delay, just instructions telling her to take off her T-shirt. She smiled, nodding to herself, then leaned back and pulled off her shirt. Down to just her pastel blue bra and panties now, she typed her response, "Shirt's off, sir."
His reply came quickly this time. "Take some rope and tie your ankles."
"OK," she typed back. This was the part she'd been looking forward to. Her simple two-letter response looked so incongruous compared with the tumult she felt inside. It wasn't just "OK," it was excellent. Self-bondage was a potent aphrodisiac for her, all the more so when "ordered" to do it. Already, as she leaned down to bind her own ankles, she could feel the excitement building. She tied the rope nice and snug, sat back and tried to wiggle her legs against each other. The rope held tight.
"Done," she typed. She glanced at the other toys on the desk, wondering which he'd tell her to use next. Her eyes came to rest on the pair of nipple clamps, hoping it would be them. Her nipples were already hard beneath the lace of her bra. They ached for stimulation. Come on, she thought. Tell me to take my bra off and put the clamps on.
She'd known Roger for about six months and understood his thought process pretty well. When they were just chatting, he was like any other regular guy. But when they had time to play, he became her cruel and demanding taskmaster. Sometimes, he'd order her to tie herself up, then tease her with his words, making her hot and begging for release. Other times, he'd spin elaborate abduction scenarios in which she played the role of the helpless victim, tortured and used without mercy. Whichever it was, the shared fantasy had a powerful, irresistible effect on her body.
She waited several seconds, wondering again if he'd been cut off, when his next message appeared. "Good girl," he said. "Now we have to clamp those titties, don't we? But... I want you to leave your bra on this time. Just pull the cups down so you're exposed."
Oh yes, she thought. That's a nice variation. She imagined it was something he'd do himself if he were there, leaving her partially clothed while he teased her body.
As she complied, she couldn't help admiring her own breasts. Soft ruby-capped mounds, they seemed to leap over the tops of the bra cups as she stretched them down. Her breathing quickened noticeably.
"Alright," she typed. "I'm just hanging out here."
"Great," he answered. "You have the clamps ready?"
"Are the titties ready?"
"Touch them for me."
Bambi took her left hand from the keyboard and let it slowly wander over each breast in turn. The constriction from the stretched bra forced them up, making them feel firmer than usual. They were more sensitive as well. Her entire body shivered as she guided her fingertips over the taut pale skin, circling the dark pink halos, lightly pinching the erect nipples.
As she continued touching herself, she pecked out a reply with her right hand alone, "I'm touching them."
"How do they feel?"
She was breathing hard, sucking her lip. "Very excited. Nipples so hard."
"Good. Put the clamps on now."
"Yes sir," she replied.
Eagerly, she took the clamps. With her right hand she squeezed open one of the pairs of padded jaws, as her left hand cradled and lifted her left breast. Carefully, she positioned the clamp over the engorged nipple. Pausing momentarily, she closed her eyes and imagined that they weren't her own hands doing this to her. No, she told herself, her hands couldn't be doing this because they were bound tightly behind her. She pictured a pair of larger, stronger, masculine hands?his hands?doing whatever he wished to her as she strained in vain against her bonds.
She released the jaws, wincing as they dug in, clinging to her. Quickly she repeated the process with her right breast. The insistent pinching hurt, yet sent waves of the most delicious pleasure coursing through her body at the same time. The connecting chain swayed slightly tickling her belly. Her panties were now thoroughly soaked with her arousal.
"Done," she typed.
"Excellent," read his response. "By the way, I really like that shade of blue on you."
Bambi gasped aloud, taken aback. Instinctively, she turned to look around, but of course there was no one there. The window blinds were more than half closed, quite enough to ensure her privacy. Anyway, she told herself, he lived hundreds of miles away in another state. He couldn't possibly know what color her underwear was. She relaxed, smiling at his uncanny guess.
"Lucky guess," she replied.
"Is it? Maybe I can see you."
"Oh, I'm so frightened."
"Perhaps you should be."
She imagined him smiling as he teased her. "Ha ha."
After another pause, his next message said, "Sorry, I have to go now."
"Darn! Wife home?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. "You good and horny?"
"Of course." In fact she'd probably be horny all evening after this.
"Would you like to cum?"
"Ask me, bitch."
She loved it when he got testy and called her a bitch. "I'm such a horny slut, sir," she typed. "May I please cum, sir?"
"Yes, you may, slut." The words were followed at once with a winking smiley face, then, "Talk again soon. Bye."
"Bye," she answered.
She reached for her vibrator as she hit the send button. Without another thought, she began pleasuring herself, moaning loudly as she touched the buzzing device to her trembling belly, slowly edging it down. She was quickly lost to the sensations of the vibrator against her sensitive flesh.
As she writhed in the first of many orgasms, she paid no heed to the message window still open on her computer screen. But if she could have somehow followed the trail of her last message, it would have been a lightening fast, mind-bending journey. The three letters were transformed into electrical signals and sent on their way at the speed of light. They were broken apart and recombined again and again. The signals were converted to pulses of light along fiber-optic cables. They were switched through routers, forwarded by servers, until they finally formed themselves again into a word on another computer screen, somewhere out there.
Sitting in front of that other screen, the word was read by the man Bambi knew only as Roger. He grinned as he turned away from the computer. Next to his desk stood a tripod with a pair of powerful binoculars mounted on top. They were aimed through a small opening in the blinds of a darkened window. He leaned over and pressed his eyes against the rubber eyepieces.
Almost directly across the street and one story down, he could just make out the undulating image of Bambi through the slits of her half-closed window blinds. He watched as she used the vibrator while tugging on the nipple clamp chain to bring herself to orgasm. Soon he joined her in self-pleasuring, stroking himself vigorously as he watched the unsuspecting young woman.
After he spilled his seed on the waiting wad of tissues, he looked through the binoculars once more. He watched as she rested a moment, then reached toward the toys on her desk. She picked up the ball-gag, strapped it on, and began using the vibrator once more.
"At it again," Roger muttered to himself. "Yes, you are a horny slut, Bambi. And tomorrow, at long last, I'll have you."