THE ADVENTURES OF JANE WOODSTONE: THE AXEMAN
By Mike Lee
wallrider73@yahoo.co.uk
PART 2 Jane didn’t know what she was expecting. Some
backwoods wild man with a stained leather apron perhaps? The Axeman looked
alarming normal though. He was a solid guy with slightly graying hair and
glasses. He was dressed in jeans, a grey T-shirt with a band logo and a pair of
scuffed work boots. He wasn’t brandishing a cleaver or foaming at the mouth. He cocked an eyebrow as he contemplated the
bound young woman before him. “Normally I just get bills. This is a vast
improvement.” Jane looked around, still expecting to see
a butcher’s table and a collection of cutlery or at least some electrodes or
something. It looked like she was in a den of some kind with an armchair and
some music equipment. Along the wall was a collection of vintage electric
guitars. Jane let out a silent sigh of relief. Oh that kind of Axeman.
She understood now, or at least she hoped she did. The Axeman crouched down in front of her.
“I’m going to remove your gag now. Go ahead and scream and curse if you want
to. I’ll even leave you alone for a spell so you can get it out of your system.
Thing is, this room is totally soundproofed so no-one will hear you.
Understand?” Jane nodded meekly. He reached around the back of her head and
undid the knot holding the wad of cloth in her mouth in place. He removed the
sopping lump of material with forefinger and thumb. “Well that’s nice. I bet
you have a real case of cottonmouth too. You want some water, some juice
maybe.” Jane found herself nodding again. Her
captor brought her a glass of water and held it for her as she drank. “Better?” “Thanks.” She replied sullenly. “Cool, OK we can get started.” He crouched
down and started turning her this way and that, examining the ropes that bound
her. “What are you going to do to me?” She
asked. She was indignant at the way he was manhandling her but there wasn’t
much she could do about it. He ignored her and shook his head,
muttering in disappointment. “This is all wrong. Wait there a second.” Jane eased herself up into a sitting
position as he disappeared off again, returning shortly with a black leather
sports bag. There was a thump and a muffled jangle of metal as he dumped it on
the rug and Jane felt a jolt run up her spine. He unzipped the bag and rummaged around.
“Now let’s see….oh yes. These first I think.” He held up a pair thick black
leather wrist cuffs with a faux fur lining and gleaming metal buckles. Jane’s blue eyes widened at the sight. “What
the hell?” “Lie down on your front for me please.” He
said moving towards her. She began to protest but he flipped her
onto her stomach and hummed to himself as he set about freeing the knots on her
wrists. She tried to struggle but he was no stranger to keeping a wriggling
female under control and he was soon buckling the cuffs snugly into place. He sat back to admire his handiwork and
Jane gave him a baleful glare over her shoulder. “Aw c’mon, I bet they don’t chafe as much
as the ropes. This is high end stuff I’m using.” Jane felt a little of her confidence
returning and the colour rose in her cheeks. “Is this how you get your kicks?
Tying up women?” He looked her straight in the eye. “Yes. I
love tying up women. It gives me an erection.” Jane was taken aback at his bluntness. “Oh,
I see. Well OK then. Fine...Pervert!” There wasn’t really much more she
could say to that. “Don’t worry, Jane. I can behave
myself.” He chuckled. He carried on humming to himself and produced several
straps that looked like black leather belts from the sports bag. He rolled
Jane onto her back and looped straps above and below her knees and again at the
ankle before cutting away the ropes with a pocket knife. “Well you know my name, what do I call
you?” “You can call me Todd. Actually it’s an acronym.
It stands for Tantalising, One-of-a-kind, Dominant and Devious. Jane rolled her eyes as he buckled the
straps around her limbs. She was well and truly trussed. She did have to
admit that he knew his way around the dynamics of roping a woman’s body far
better than the two thugs who had captured her earlier and under other
circumstances, this might not be so bad... She balked at the next item he produced
from the bag, a bright red ball gag. “No! No way are you putting that thing
on me. She tried to shuffle backwards but he caught the cuff of her jeans and
jerked her forwards to sit on her waist. “OK Jane. We can do this the easy way
or….” Jane puffed her cheeks out in indignation.
“Fine, fine! I know I don’t have much choice here.” “That’s a good girl. Now open wide and
say, ‘Ah!’” She bristled as he gently moved her hair
aside, placed the ball in her mouth and fastened the leather strap into place.
He leaned forward to do so, intent on his craft and Jane shivered as his breath
tickled her neck. She groaned softly as she tried to move it with her tongue
and found there was very little play in the restraint. “Gorgeous.” Todd said. “As soon I saw you
I knew you’d look dynamite with a bright red ball gag between those lips.” “Nngh n oo oh fhk ursff!” She muttered. Todd raised an eyebrow. “Now I am not 100%
sure what you said there but I think you just earnt yourself a little attitude
adjuster.” Jane cursed inwardly. Sometimes it didn’t
pay to give these guys the excuse. Todd grasped her under the armpits and
hauled her into a standing position. She tottered slightly as her ankles were
bound together and looked on warily as Todd circled her. She could only
imagine at what was going through his mind. Finally he paused in front of her
and tapped his nose with a wink. He delved back into his bag of tricks and
returned two leather cuffs, each of which had a gleaming D-ring attached to it
with a triple stitched thick leather loop. He moved swiftly behind Jane and buckled
one onto each arm, just above her elbows. “Wht oo oong?” She drawled against the
rubber ball in her mouth. She tried to look over her shoulder to see what he
was up to. Todd fished out a large metal padlock and
slipped the hook through one of the D-rings. Then he pulled her other arm
towards it and slipped the hook through the other D-ring. Jane growled as her
shoulders were forced backwards and then her heart sank as she felt the padlock
click into place, cinching her upper arms towards each other. “Oh yeah, that’s the ticket.” He grinned. Jane tried to work her shoulders around but
there wasn’t a lot of give in the bonds. She huffed and puffed into her gag as
she tried to find the most comfortable position to rest in. Todd reappeared in front of her with a
gleam in his eye. “Hold still, Jane. We’re not done yet.” Jane looked down in shock as Todd reached
up and began to unbutton her shirt. She squealed and tried to hop away but she
was going nowhere. “God, you’re adorable.” He chuckled,
following her. Jane found herself back up against a large
amplifier and she glared at Todd in indignation as he unbuttoned her shirt to
the waist and pushed it off her shoulders. She shivered as the air hit her body and he
boldly looked her over, focusing on the shiny black satin bra. His hands were
on her hips, gently squeezing. “Nice, I like how the bra contrasts with
your skin tone. This is going to look awesome. Problem is, that shirt is
getting in the way but I just got you how I want you so I am not undoing all
those restraints.” He grinned and produced his pocket knife again. Jane squealed and her eyes bugged out as
the sharp blade appeared. “Hold still now, I don’t want to nick
you.” Todd said. He reached behind her and there was a tearing sound as he
slit her shirt from the tails to the collar, cutting into two halves. Jane
mewled into her gag as Todd methodically sliced the fabric away, reducing the
shirt to a pile of rags on the floor. They were intimately close and once again
Jane felt his breath stroke her neck. He shook his head as he looked her
over. “Sometimes I even impress myself but I have to say, you are no
disappointment either.” His fingertips ran boldly around the edges
of her bra, tracing the swells of her heaving breasts but never imposing
themselves. Jane’s stomach was full of butterflies as
she considered her predicament. On the one hand, she was effectively this man’s
prisoner, held against her will but on the other hand, there was something
about what he was doing that was awakening the little secret yearnings she went
to great lengths to keep hidden from prying eyes. She groaned quietly against
the red rubber ball forced between her lips. “T for Tantalising.” He said, enjoying the
inner struggle playing out behind her wide blue eyes. He reached out a fingertip and tickled her
under the chin. Then he trailed the finger down her neck, between her breasts
and over her belly. She shivered at the sensation and then grasped when he
grabbed the front of her jeans and her belt. He started gently dragging her across the
room and she had to hop precariously to follow him. She struggled to keep up and
was distracted by his knuckles rubbing against her stomach. She was ushered through a doorway into a
darkened room. As she blinked into the gloom Todd swatted her playfully on the
butt and then blew into her ear. “Here we are, Jane. Welcome to my
playroom. Let’s have some more fun and games.”