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All the way up in the isolating cold of the mountains, people might claim that no one could hear you scream.

If it was up to Renee, no one else might hear you scream...but she wanted to hear every word of it, and whenever she was lucky enough to have a new capture, she drowned herself in the sounds of pain, suffer and submission that were sure to follow.

"For the l-last time," came a voice that was already starting to whimper, "Tell me h-how I got here, and set me free, at once!"

It was a pointless request, though Desiree wasn't aware of that fact, just yet. She was still under the foolish impression that she would be able to escape from whatever hell she'd been taken to and notify the proper authorities of what had happened to her, but that was little more than a far off dream, anymore.

Naturally, when she went out to have a couple of drinks on a Friday night, she assumed it would be just like any other: she'd end up getting a few free glasses of booze in exchange for a flirty smile and some small conversation, get a nice buzz going to forget the struggles of the week before, and sleep off the hangover on Saturday, so she could begin preparing for her coming week on Sunday.

She made it as far as her first drink before her plans were derailed, and though she was always cautious at the bar, making sure that the bartender made her drinks so that she wouldn't be slipped anything, there was nothing she could do against the financial might of the person who owned the bar. A man that she once trusted, but obviously of questionable character himself, the bartender didn't have any problem slipping a dose of sleeping medicine into her drink, because that was the only thing keeping food on his table...

...And he was foolish enough to believe that Renee was actually good to all of her private guests.

"The second I get to a phone," Desiree muttered, "You're going to wish you were never born, you psychotic bitch!"

Desiree was never the kind of girl to be held down for too long, so it felt rather foreign to her to be literally trapped inside of a cage. It was meant for a large breed of dog, but was plenty big enough to hold the petite female within, and thanks to a modified set of locks, she couldn't just reach through the bars and release herself. Long, flowing tresses of nearly platinum blonde were beginning to dull with the lack of light and treatment, and her eyes of hazel looked betrayed by the fact that it wasn't a sleazy man, but in fact, a tall, domineering woman that was finally the person to break her trust at the bar.

She'd never seen Renee before, and didn't know the extent of the wealth that she actually held, but Renee was keeping a watchful eye on Desiree longer she could have imagined. The entire move was planned out months in advance, and though she didn't dare to say so just yet, Renee felt that she'd suffered more in waiting than Desiree ever would that evening.

"If you really want to make that phone call, be my guest," Renee mumbled out a reply. "There's almost no reception up here as it is, and even if you were to call the police, I don't think they'd be able to find us. You see, most affluent people want their house to be somewhere on the bench of the mountains, so that everyone can see how rich they are, and admire their houses from a safe distance. With my hobbies...I find it safer to keep myself hidden a little further away."

Her suggestion was actually an understatement. Renee lived so far up in the mountains that snow remained on the ground around her complex even in the peak months of summer, and save for the hard line phone in her bedroom, there was almost no way to contact the outside world.

Renee wasn't so foolish to leave the opportunities out there for her captures. She knew that was she did for fun was wrong, and she accepted that if some sort of natural disaster occurred to trap her in her own home, she would just treat it as karma, literally trapping her in a landslide of her own poor decisions.

"Good hell..." Desiree groaned, as she dropped her fingers from the grates of the cage and rubbed her forehead. "This feels like something out of a fucked up movie...why...w-why did you do this?"

As if the cage wasn't demeaning enough, Desiree was stripped down to her bare skin while she was unconscious, and though it was only herself and Renee in the room, the latter was able to admire every inch of Desiree's body as she pleased, and in the back of her own mind, the trapped blonde imagined that she was already being filmed for the enjoyment of others.

At the very least, that part wasn't true; Renee was a selfish dominatrix, and after all of the work that she put in to capture Desiree, she wasn't going to share her findings with anyone else, regardless of the circumstances.

"Well, I hate to ruin your fantasy, but Mr. Bond isn't coming to save you, Desiree," Renee teased at her trapped companion. "In fact, I don't think anyone is even aware that you're gone, considering what a reclusive life you lead."

Whoever Renee was, she'd done her research on Desiree. She lived alone, and outside of her trips to the bar and the gym, it was rare that she spent time with anyone else outside of her working life. She was a lonely, solitary beauty, and the kind who silently wished for companionship, though she was nervous to ever reach out for it.

It appeared that she had it now, though perhaps not in the way she would have liked. " Great...so you're a stalker, and a kidnapper. What's your angle, you damned nutjob?"

"For starters, getting rid of that terrible attitude you've developed!" Renee suggested. "I don't know why you're so upset with me, really. Do you know how rare it is that I use all of my resources, just to bring someone back to my complex?"

"Excuse me for not being flattered," Desiree shot back, her tongue dripping with venom. "Maybe next time, try starting with a 'hello,' or a 'would you like a drink?'"

Renee giggled as she stepped toward the cage. Clad in a thick, heavy coat of fur that went over her head in a comforting hood, and literally draped down all the way to her ankles, it was hard to glean what she looked like underneath, but her expression was of a classic beauty: locks of shoulder length brunette and ruby red lipstick allowed eyes of icy blue to truly shine, and somehow, her choice of black boots under the white fur upon her coat made her entire appearance pop out that much further. The subtle glow of a fireplace in the background added layers of orange-golden film to her shoulders, but failed to illuminate much else in the room, save for a large chair and a series of bookshelves on the walls.

It appeared to Desiree that she was being held captive in the world's largest study, though she still had no idea why that was the case.

"I did try that approach with you, but after the first drink, you seemed utterly bored," Renee pointed out. "I understand your memory is a little fuzzy," she joked, as she brushed her fingertips along her own coat, "But I assure you that you were very pliable after your second drink. Coming back to my place was your idea, and we had a lovely discussion last night about your lack of passion in life...you lack direction, Desiree. You lack subjugation. You are a wild mare, looking to be tamed by the right person...and I believe I'm up to the task."

Desiree was beginning to wonder if she'd actually been drugged, or if she just had a few too many to drink. In either case, she didn't feel truly hungover when she woke up, and she was fully aware of the shame of her nudity, despite her being trapped in the cage.

It felt as though Renee was just repeating something she actually would have said, however, and she gulped as she knew that the warmth of a nervous blush was coating her cheeks. "I...I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Bullshit."

"What?"

"You lash vile claims out at me, and then have the audacity to lie? I was hoping that this would be a pleasant and delicate process," Renee said, "But if you're going to throw such lies and attitude at me, even now, you might end up getting more than a gentle spanking."

Desiree almost forgot that she was trapped in a cage, and wasn't even remotely aware of her location. She didn't want to admit it, but Renee held all of the cards, and if she was going to make it out of the situation alive, she had to play along, at least for the moment.

"I...I'm not a big fan of pain, really," Desiree admitted. "You're right, though."

"About?"

"There really isn't anyone out there for me. I don't want a man who just controls me by force, but I'm not looking for a wimpy guy that I can just walk all over, either. I want someone smart...someone who can bend me to their whims without the use of a cage," Desiree explained, before taking a quick cheap shot.

Renee shrugged it off without any visible change in her expression. "That's why I picked you, Desiree. You're being facetious and exaggerating what you really want, because you want to appeal to me," Renee saw right through the charade, "And yet, there is a silver lining of truth to your words. I don't think you're aware of how much you believe them, just yet."

"And you think you can show me?"

"I know that I can, Desiree. If you promise not to run, I'll happily let you out of that cage, and open your mind to the possibilities that only I can."

She still wasn't buying it, but Desiree saw this as her only chance at freedom. "Hit me with your best shot, then."

Straps emerged from the wooden floor and clamped down over Desiree's ankles and wrists, keeping her on her hands and knees, as the walls of the cage fell around her. "Before you go complaining about how I didn't really free you, remember that I only agreed to let you out of the cage. The walls are down, Desiree, so now, we can start opening your mind to the real you."

Desiree barely had a chance to grunt in frustration before Renee was already talking again, and she gritted her teeth as she struggled against the tight, thick leather, but to no avail. "Can't really have an open dialogue without some trust, y'know!"

"We have no trust, yet...but we do have some results, I'd imagine," Renee murmured. She stepped around Desiree, walking dangerously close to the frustrated woman, and knelt down behind her backside. Desiree thought that she might be able to lower her haunches, but she still couldn't move against the straps, and she had no idea what Renee might be hiding within the confines of her coat.

She was given a quick clue, as a Velcro strap wrapped around one of her thin, smooth thighs, with a small battery pack attached.

"There's a very peculiar thing about the human mind, especially the submissive mind, and that's what I'm trying to tap into. You're not in any danger, Desiree," Renee confirmed, and shockingly, some part of Desiree actually believed it. "You, like many, have a fantasy for a non-consensual sexual encounter, but you don't trust anyone enough to share such an experience. That's why I captured you."

How Renee was able to figure all of this out so easily, Desiree couldn't be sure, but she wasn't allowed to focus on the same, or even question it. She was too busy biting down on her lower lip in shock as a quiet, electrical hummmmmmmm hit her ears, just milliseconds before she felt a delicate buzzing against the folds of her exposed sex.

Golden tresses fell down into the vision of the trapped Desiree, and her body trembled against the leather bondage as she tried to lean forward, away from the touch. "Y-you...you don't k-know that!"

"I've known it since the beginning, Desiree. This moisture didn't come from a bottle, after all," Renee brushed the small, egg-shaped vibrator against the liquid arousal that was beading on Desiree's labia and began pushing against her entrance, not moving too fast, but not being denied, either. "Your body made these sweet, slippery juices so that you could live out your fantasy with me. There's no need to be so shy about it."

Aided by the same lubricants that her body provided, Desiree welcomed the small vibrator into her sex with minimal effort, as she rested her forehead against the floor and tried to make sense of everything that was happening. It felt as though Renee was more in tune with Desiree than she was with herself, and without the inhibitions to worry about what anyone thought of her, Renee was able to dig up Desiree's innermost fetish without so much as a struggle.

Despite her earlier protests, Desiree was wondering now if it was just a matter of time before she broke down and allowed her body to derive true pleasure from the vibrations against her inner walls.

"You...y-you don't know that, Renee...you can't know that!" Desiree protested, but her voice was shifting from a sense of true peril to forcing it. No doubt, Renee could pick up on the difference, and in a twisted form of punishment, she turned up the intensity on the vibrator, wanting to encourage Desiree to be true to herself, as a submissive. "Fuck! Th-that's too much, Renee! S-stop!"

The tone shifted back immediately, as the intense sensations were almost painful for poor Desiree. Her body was able to accommodate, but without more of a warm up, her vaginal muscles quaked and clenched at the toy, as if her body was trying to reject it. Renee happily watched her sex contracting from behind, finding the sight of a teased body to be a truly arousing thing, and knowing that Desiree's cries for mercy were authentic was just the cherry on top.

"I know everything I need to know about you, Desiree. I can break you as little or as much as I please, all within a matter of minutes," Renee claimed, and Desiree had no reason to doubt the same. "And if I'm feeling particularly evil, I can drag that process out for a few hours...or even a few days. It's not like you're going anywhere, anyway."

Until then, Desiree was able to refrain from properly begging for mercy.

"P-please...please, no!" she finally cracked, as she gasped from the overbearing stimulation. Her sex fluttered around the invading toy, and only Renee's own palm kept it inserted as Desiree shuddered in place. "I'll b-be good...I'll do anything you say, j-just... please break me!"

Desiree wasn't sure if she was attracted to women. She didn't know much about Renee, and she wasn't sure how she ended up in this situation. It was all still rather foreign to her, and despite the way her body was being teased, she had trouble believing the words that were coming out of her own mouth.

Tears were nearly building up in the corners of her eyes from the intense mixture of pleasure and pain within her womanhood, and as she focused on it, all she knew was that she wanted Renee to have her way with her, no matter what the cost.

Giving up her free will to someone so devious wasn't the best move that Desiree could have made, but it clearly pleased Renee, as the latter finally switched off the toy. A trembling, quaking mess, Desiree felt tiny, loose strands of her own juices dripping to the wooden floor, stopping just short of a squirting orgasm.

Somehow, she wasn't as concerned about her lack of a climax, as much as she was about what she'd gotten herself into, as the haze in her mind began to clear.

"You don't know what you're asking for," Renee suggested, as she stepped back around to the front of the trapped woman. "You cried out from the sensation...not from a genuine desire."

"No, I...I really want you to!" Desiree argued, and though she realized it afterwards, it was a moment too late; Renee had turned the tables on her, and she couldn't take back her words.

A casual, delicate stroke of a covered hand came upon Desiree's modest, perky breasts, and the softest of furs tickled and teased her nipples as Renee carried the act on. "Hmm...I dunno, Desiree. I'm starting to wonder if you're really cut out for this."

It was now Renee who was playing the defensive role, and she forced Desiree into the chase, as the leather-bound blonde shuddered with delight from the thick, heavy coat of fur that traveled across her bosom.

"D-don't leave me like this, Renee! I promise, I'll b-be good!" Desiree cried out as she tried to adjust to a feeling that she'd never imagined before. She was plenty adventurous in her own sexual pastimes, but she'd never thought to brush her own body against fur, and Renee had access to the softest pelts that money could buy. The warmth and smooth, pliable fur against Desiree's body was more than a mere tease, and the poor, trapped woman tried not to squirm with further delight as she realized that she was coming across as desperate.

Naturally, that was just what Renee wanted, and it was all a test: she needed to know that Desiree was being fully open and honest, and truly wanted to be broken in such a way, beyond fulfilling a mere fantasy. Renee wasn't looking for a one-time fling, and compatibility was very important to her.

If things didn't go smoothly, she'd just have Desiree sent home in a private car, and hopefully, the two would never cross paths again. If things continued on the track they were on, however, Renee didn't think she'd ever be able to let Desiree leave her side.

It was a pleasant thought to cling to, as Desiree wished that she could cling to the fur that smoothed over her body. The long, warm sleeve brushed under her breasts until her nipples stood fully erect, and teasing glances carried back over each one, until the sleeve tickled across Desiree's cheek, and brushed over the edge of her ear.

Renee leaned in close in the next moment, and allowed her lips to tickle and tease the same already sensitive flesh. "Say that you don't need your old life," Renee challenged her. "Say that you'll never go back...that you'll be only by my side, and do whatever I ask of you."

The shiver that ran down from Desiree's cheek carried such a chill with it that it rivaled some of her greatest climaxes, and it ran the whole course of her spine until it ended as a pleasant tingle in her wiggling toes. She honestly wasn't sure how she'd come to such a moment, but she knew that she couldn't resist any longer, and her eyes were filled with pleading as she gazed up at Renee and nodded silently.

"I need n-nothing," she stammered out, her words strained by the ticklish sensation of fur gliding casually over her lower back. "Save for y-you, Renee."

"You'll call me Mistress Renee," Renee corrected her, "And I'm glad to see you're finally being honest with me, and yourself...there is no lying in those eyes."

It was more than a suggestion. Desiree was speaking almost entirely with the brilliant hazels that she'd dazzled so many people before, and even in her moment of defeat, the light wasn't dulled in the slightest. Rather, they seemed to shine even brighter as someone worthy finally answered the calling of her body, and she quivered with anticipation as Renee stood and moved around one last time, allowing the expensive, luscious fur to travel between the erogenous zone of Desiree's thighs.

She knew that she was spilling feminine moisture onto the sleeve, and she didn't care. She couldn't possibly stop her body from responding, and though Renee might act frustrated with having to clean the coat, she didn't mind it in the least.

"I'm sure you think you've earned the right to cum, just now," Renee spoke of Desiree, able to feel her hips grinding against her covered wrist. The smooth and pleasant texture of the fur reminded Desiree of the first time she pumped her hips against a stuffed animal in a youthful, vain attempt to reach a climax, and now, as a grown woman, she was teetering on the edge of something mind blowing as her womanhood openly dripped upon the offered sleeve. "And perhaps, to a more forgiving mistress, you'd be right."

Desiree could feel her heart sinking into her stomach as she began pumping feverishly, needing the teasing brush of the fur to get herself off. Renee didn't move, at first, but she began pulling her wrist back little by little, as Desiree let out a series of cute, quiet grunts of sexual frustration.

"Grinding against my wrist isn't going to change anything," Renee claimed. "You might think that you're being a good little submissive, showing your affection to me, but you're not thinking of your mistress...you're only thinking of yourself."

Desiree tilted her head just slightly in confusion, finding that her body was teased to such a point that her mind was nearly beyond words."I'm sorry...but, you're wrong. I'm afraid that you're not quite there yet, my dear," Renee spoke with a mild disappointment as she shook her head. "You'll just have to rest here tonight and think about how wonderful this fur felt against your cunt...allow it to haunt your dreams and tease your body, even when you can't touch it...then, maybe I'll let you live out that fantasy in the morning."

"N-no, Mistress Renee, please! Leave it t-there...I'm gonna cum, Mistress Renee...I'm s-so close!"

Right on the verge and nearly drowning in the sensations of a fur-driven climax, Desiree panted with delight, but the river of her orgasm ran dry as the sleeve was rapidly pulled away. Renee stood up behind Desiree, allowing only the bottom of her coat to brush devilishly against the exposed backside of the submissive blonde. "Your begging is authentic, Desiree. That's good, but you're being selfish, as well, and I'm afraid I just can't reward that kind of behavior. I'll be back in the morning to make sure that you're fed and taken care of, but until you learn to think of your mistress first, you won't be feeling her fur again..."

Desiree couldn't imagine what she'd done wrong. She was left beside herself in confused thought, and that was just what Renee wanted, as she stepped over to the fireplace. Not wanting to dig herself a deeper grave, Desiree was trapped on all fours, and she stayed silent, leaving the quiet squeak of the gas knob as the only sound in the room, as Renee turned off the fire place. The lights grew dimmer and dimmer as Renee walked past again, and Desiree did little more than whimper.

Her cries were ignored, and as sleep took her mind, it was filled with dreams of that wonderful, delicate fur brushing against her womanhood...all while her juices trickled from her sex and spilled across the empty floor.