0 comments/ 213302 views/ 6 favorites No Escape By: restrained I was always somewhat of a fashion follower. My name is Carol. When I was in my early 20's my best friend Meg was really into Goth. I liked the look and attitude. Meg was really into the whole thing but I just liked the fashion part of it. When we went to the clubs I loved to tease the guys with my tight black top and fishnet stockings. This is where my ordeal started. We frequented Club X which was a mix of bondage types, Goth, alternative music, and the trendy. Meg was into the bondage types where I just wanted to tease. Meg was the envy of all the guys. She is a tight little size 6 bod with a 36d-bra size. I am tall, blonde with legs to die for. We were big time teases. Meg was starting to explore the whole bondage lifestyle thing. I never bought into that lifestyle crap. Meg and I were roommates as well as lifelong best friends. Our usual routine was to go to Club X on Friday and Saturday night with other friends. Meg had starting seeing Dave on a pretty regular basis. He was a so-called Master. Master my ass. She was kinky and he was working that angle. She seemed happy. I never liked Dave. He seemed phony and insincere. I know he didn't like me. He would ask/order me to join him and Meg during sex and I would laugh. Live and let live is my motto so I kept my opinions of Dave to myself. A few months had gone by and I was maturing to where I wasn't really doing the Goth club thing anymore. I think Meg was tired of being a slave bitch to Dave. I had suggested that we clean our act up. She should dump Dave, I would dress like a young woman, frequent better places, pay more attention to out jobs, get new friends, etc. Meg seemed to embrace the idea. We were both 23 and wanted a better life. She even called Dave that night to tell him to hit the road. We hugged and drank a toast to our new beginning. Well the next few weeks were really happy times for us. We both got makeovers. We paid more attention to our work. I guess we had grown from kids to young women. I came home early one Friday afternoon and my world was about to change. I was shocked to find Meg chained to her bed frame. She is near hysterics. She is naked and her ass is covered with lash marks. She tells me I don't have much time. I don't know how I can get her loose. I remember that the landlord has a large tool chest in the basement. I quickly run down there and bring up tools that I think may help. I lock the doors. Meg is crying that Dave is coming back for the both of us. I cant believe how he has her chained up. I try cutting one of the large Master locks but I don't have the strength. Meg tells me to call the police. I pick up the phone buts its dead. Shit. I run into the living room for my cell phone. There stands Dave holding my cell phone. I try my hard ass routine and demand he unlock Meg. He shows no expression. I am stunned. There is a woman with Dave. She is standing by the door. It's pretty clear she won't let me out. I try to order her to get out of the way. With no warning she backhands me harshly across the face. The blow knocks me down. She stands firm and would do it again I fear. She tells me to shut up and sit on the sofa and wait for Dave. I ask her name and she replies her name is Dora. Dora is a muscular blonde. She also tells me not to speak unless I am spoken to. I hear Meg whimpering in the next room. I can hear the chains being clanked and unlocked. Meg walks out followed by Dave. He sits her down next to me. She is semi-dressed and unchained. Dave tells us that we are going with him. He tells us that we will walk to his van like we are all good buddies. He tells me that if I start anything he will stab Meg in the back. He shows me a 6" dagger to reinforce his words. I felt he was bluffing but I couldn't take a chance that he would hurt Meg. We walk out of our place to the van, which is parked right out front. It's a warm day so Meg being half dressed doesn't look too odd. I was hoping some people we know fairly well would be outside but no one is around today. Dave shoves Meg into the back of the van. Dora holds my arm and tells me we wait until he has her secured. My mind races as I contemplate screaming or running. I can't leave Meg at their mercy. I do nothing. Dave emerges and firmly grabs my arm from Dora. He calls me bitch and flings me in the back of the van. He crawls in and slams the back door shut. I try to remain calm. Meg has duct tape over her mouth and her hands cuffed above her head. Her ankles are tied tightly together. Dora gets in the driver's seat of the van and gets it moving. Dave is still holding my arm. I don't struggle which seems to surprise him. He snickers to Dora and tells her that he will wait and savor the moment when he shackles me at the house. I must admit that I am getting scared. I tell him I won't resist and he snaps back that it would be no use anyway. We ride for about 45 minutes and Dave was careful not to let me up to take a peek out the front windows of the van. We are stopped and I can tell we are in a garage. Dave pulls me out of the van. He motions for Dora to come and get Meg. Dora unties Meg's feet and unlocks her cuffs from the van wall. She walks Meg into the house with Dave and I right behind. It's a rather dark and dank ranch house. Not much furniture or décor that's for sure. I notice that all the doors are padlocked from the inside. Meg has a look of terror in her eyes. I think she knows what this place is. Dave sits us both down on the lone sofa in the large living room. He has uncuffed Meg and taken the tape off her mouth. They leave us alone for a few minutes. Meg tells me that Dave used to talk about a house of terror but she though he was just talking stupid. I ask Meg if we could get out of here. She tells me that Dave prided himself on thoroughness when it came to locks and such. Figures. It's a moot point as Dave comes back and takes me downstairs. It's a dark spartan basement. Its quite dark so I cant see other than the little spots where dim candles burn. Dave calls Dora over. She appears from the darkness. I get the impression there are other people here. I am still fully dressed in my Bankette outfit. Dora tells me to strip to my pantyhose. I refuse. Dora swiftly slaps my face. I winch at the quick sting. She asks again. I slowly start to unbutton my blouse. I am not quick enough as Dora firmly smacks my face again. This whack is hard enough to knock me to my knees. Its becoming very clear that Meg and I are in serious trouble here. I never thought Dave was this maniacal. I undress under Dora's watchful eye. I feel embarrassed as I am down to my black bra and black pantyhose with no panties. Dora snickers and calls for Dave to take a look at me. Dave tells me he likes his women in pantyhose. He walks away and tells Dora to get that bra off me. She quickly walks up behind me and cuts the back straps. My bra falls to my feet. My breasts hang for all to view. I feel like crawling in a hole. Dora tells me to stand and not move. I obey and wait a few minutes until Dora comes back over to me. She leads me to a bathroom and tells me to do my business, as it will be a long time until I see the bathroom again. Fear ripples through my being. What is happening to me? I relieve myself. As I finish Dora firmly has hold of my arm. She walks me to another part of the basement. I almost faint from fear as Dora lights a few candles. Laid out in front of me are a wall and counter filled with bondage devices. It looks like a store there are so many items. Dora orders me to my knees. I resist a bit and she quietly tells me things will only get worse if I struggle or mouth off to her or Dave. I start to weep as I drop to my knees. Dave rolls over an anvil. Out of the darkness appears a large man. Dave snidely tells me to say hi to Al the Blacksmith. Al is a huge man. He must be 6'6" and weight over 250#. He looks mean and sullen. He tells me to hold out an arm. I hesitate but feel Dora grab a handful of my hair and I know I have no choice. I gasp as Al has in his hands a hunk of big thick chains with old-fashioned shackles. Dave looks on in glee as Al fastens one of the shackles on my wrist. He puts my wrist on the anvil. He tells me to stay still and steady. I look away as Al has a glowing hot pin in his tongs. He places it in the hole to connect the shackle around my wrist. With the swing of a large hammer he flattens the glowing pin which permanently fastens the shackle. He quickly sprays cold water on the still glowing pin. Steam rises from my shackle. Al proudly proclaims "The cunt will never get out of these". My tears are steady as the procedure is repeated to bind my other wrist. My wrists are shackles and separated by about 2 feet of thick heavy chain. I ask Dave how these things are taken off. His simple reply is that they are permanent. Dora lifts me up by my hair. She walks me about ten feet and tells me to stand still. Al walks over to me. He tells me to put my arms above my head. I do as he says and see the steel ring positioned in the crossbeam. Dave tells him to make it mild to start. He strongly grabs my chain and locks it to the steel ring with a massive Master lock. I am at their mercy. Dave asks me who is pretend master now. It all comes clear. He is so insecure that he wants to hurt us for not taking him seriously. Oh my God. I feel ill seeing how warped he is. I hate his leering at my nakedness. I am helpless. I pray they don't raise my arms any higher. My arms are tired after only 5 minutes. I struggle out of frustration but its clear I have no chance of getting out of my binds. Dora asks Dave if she can leave me alone for a few minutes. He laughs and tells her that I will alone for a lot of minutes. Dave flips on the lights and I am frightened at what I see. He has assembled a virtual dungeon. It's too much to take in as I close my eyes. I hear someone coming down the stairs. Its Dora leading Meg by a rope around her neck. She looks like a dog with her hands tied and an old rope around her little neck. It looks like she has been crying. Dora asks Dave when the fun begins. He assures her it will be soon. Dave has Meg stripped naked. He throws a pair of black 5" high heel pumps at her and tells her to put them on. She keeps asking Dave to not hurt me. He doesn't acknowledge her. Dave and Al are setting up something that looks like the old time stocks the puritans used. That's what it is. I fear Meg is going in them. Dave asks Meg if she will punish me voluntarily. She tells him to fuck off and let me go. He laughs. He tells Meg that she will do this. It can be done easily or severely. Meg doesn't back down. He tells her to get positioned in the stocks. Meg must have done this before, as she knows exactly what to do. I watch in fright as Meg bends over at the waist and lays her neck and both wrists in the contraption. Dora efficiently brings the hinged top over Meg's neck and wrists. She quickly padlocks the top to the bottom. Poor Meg. The have stocks for her ankles as well. Dora positions her feet in the stocks and padlocks them together keeping Meg from moving her legs and feet very much. I know Meg hates heels and it can't be comfortable. Dave is beaming looking at his prizes all locked up. He slaps Meg's ass and her reflex reaction was to move. She moans as the wood stocks kept her firmly in place. Dave remarks that they should all just leave and let us starve and die. The remark almost makes me ill. I honestly don't know how we would get free. Dave is clearly ecstatic that he is in charge and has Meg and I locked up. He announces that Meg and I will decide our own fates to a degree. He tells us that whoever agrees to follow his instructions to torment the other will be released immediately. Neither of us speaks up. Dave happily motions to Al. Al removes his leather pants to reveal a massive hard cock. Dave does the same. Both men are very well endowed and plan to ream Meg out. They are standing behind Meg so she doesn't know what's coming. I cry out to Meg. Dave has his big cock positioned at her ass. Al is moving to Meg's face. He is fully erect and massive. He forces her mouth open and shoves his cock in. Dave has his cock in her ass. She is moaning and crying. I can't watch. Dora smacks my ass with a whip and tells me to watch. I am crying and whimpering. Dora tells me to stop it now. I cant. I have never experienced anything like this. Even the smack of the whip doesn't faze me much. I am paying no attention to Dora, which is really pissing her off. I am overcome by fear. I watch in disbelief as these two men grotesquely shove their cocks into Meg. I can hear her choking on Al's cock in her mouth. Dave is harshly ramming his dick in her little ass. Dave looks over at me and tells me that I am next. He chuckles as he continues fucking her ass. Al is using Meg's head like a rag doll. He is grimacing as he is close to fouling Meg with his semen. Dora is holding my head strait with a firm grip off my hair. I watch as Al starts to grunt like the pig he is. He is cumming in Meg's mouth. She is choking and gagging as his white sperm is running out of her mouth. He finally withdraws his cock. He degradingly wipes it on her face and hair. Poor Meg is dripping saliva, tears, and his cum. Dave is pumping her hard yet. I pray he finishes and lets her alone. Mercifully he pulls his cock out of her ass and spurts thick gobs of cum on her ass and back. He is gross as he moans in glee emptying his cock on Meg. I fear my turn is close at hand as both men approach me. They are grotesque yet eerily sexy with their large cocks still semi hard and glistening from their adventures inside Meg. Dave tells me that I am about to become uncomfortable. Dora asks Dave if she can do this. He obliges her and tells her to enjoy. Dora bends down in front of me and fastens a leather restraint around my left ankle. She then ties a rope from one of the D rings to a ring embedded on the floor. My left ankle is now immobile. My arms and wrists hurt from being chained over my head for the last 2 hours. I pray this is all they plan to do to me. Meg is still weeping from her brutal raping by these pigs. Dora fastens another leather restraint to my right ankle. She has a larger leather restraint that she buckles tight on my right upper thigh. She then grabs my right ankle and bends my right leg upward pointing toward my butt. Oh shit. I see what she is going to do. She then clips my ankle restraint to my thigh restraint. I am standing on one leg now. I have a hard time standing strait like this. Dora has me trussed up. The three of them decide to head upstairs and relax. Before they leave Dora tells Dave I need to be gagged. She thinks I will be crying like a baby soon. Dora tells me I will like the inflatable gag. She is all smiles as she buckles this thing in the back of my head. The little ball in my mouth feels ok. Dora begins to pumps the ball and it grows beyond my wildest fears. I can't move my tongue. I can only make animal type sounds. I can't believe how uncomfortable I am. They laugh and head away to go upstairs. I try to get Meg's attention. I just can't make much of a sound. I am concerned that she is not ok. Its almost like she is in her own little world. I am so weary standing on one leg. My only relief is grabbing chains and taking the weight off my leg for a few seconds at a time. My whimpering has finally gotten Meg's attention. She is crying and telling me it's her fault we are in this. I can't talk but I love my friend and we are in this together. She tells me that she can't stand it much longer in the stocks. She thinks they will come back soon and want to play some more. About three hours have passed since I have been balancing myself on one foot. I feel like I will pass out if I am not let down. Meg is really struggling bent over in the stocks. I hear footsteps on the basement stairs. Its Dave and Al. Both are beaming as they look at us. Thankfully Dave starts to unlock Meg's stocks. He walks her to the bathroom and I am sure she will feel better after a little clean up. Al is face to face with me. He is wearing only a leather vest. He rubs his stiff large cock on my pantyhosed thighs for a few minutes. He asks me if I would like to be let down. I eagerly nod my head. He laughs and walks way. I start to cry. I can hear chains and metal noises coming from around the corner. Al and Dave come to me and start unlocking me. Al catches me in his arms as Dave unlocks the big padlock keeping my wrists above my head. Al unlocks my ankle/thigh restraint. Oh my does it feel good to be free. Dave throws me in the bathroom and gives me 5 minutes. Well it is good to get cleaned up and such. It feels odd having the shackles and chains on my wrists. The chain is so heavy. I finish up and Al grabs me by the arm and takes me to a large mattress on the floor. Meg is laying on another mattress right next mine. She has a leather belt on with her wrists cuffed to D rings on her belt. She has a dog leash on her neck, and one ankle is tied to the wall. I believe a similar fate awaits me. Dave slides my pantyhose off me. He fastens a chain belt around my waist. He padlocks my wrist chain to my belly chain. He then sits me down. He next fastens a steel collar around my neck and padlocks it closed. He then ties a rope to my collar and the wall. I lay back on the soft mattress not really caring that I couldn't get away right now. Dave calls for Dora to come over. He asks which slut she wants. Without hesitation she points to me. Dave is standing over me with his cock and balls almost in my face. This guy is hung. He strokes his cock a few times and moves it down to my face. I feel Dora spreading my inner thighs. I have no fight left in me. Dave is on his knees straddling my upper torso. He moves his cock to my lips and I welcome him into my mouth. I can't fight so I figure the quicker he gets done the easier things will be. Dave is sliding his large cock in and out of my mouth. I am wrapping my tongue around it. Dora is working my pussy with a vibrator and her tongue. I can't believe the pleasure I feel from these creeps. I flick my tongue at Dave's balls. I can tell he likes it. I can see Al fucking Meg next to me. To my surprise she is moaning in pleasure. I think Dave has proved his point. I am actually sucking his cock with fervor. I must say he has a magnificent penis. Its classic shaped and is a thick eight inches. Dora is working magic on my pussy as she alternates between a vibrator and her tongue. I am getting close to having an orgasm. I try to put my pleasure aside as I work Dave's cock. He has given it over to me. He has stopped thrusting and is allowing me to move my mouth on him. I am doing long slow motions on his cock. I feel his head growing. I keep it up for several minutes. Dora has slowed up, as she must know Dave is ready to explode. I deep throat Dave and know he can't hold back much longer. I have his cock head where I want it as I swirl my tongue around him. I feel him getting harder and bigger. With no warning his large tool explodes in my mouth. I keep sucking as his sperm cascades in my mouth. Dave pulls it out of my mouth and strokes loads of cum onto my face. I flick my tongue at his shaft but he won't let me near it. It seems like minutes pass as he empties his load. I lick what I can from my chin and lips. I relax and fall back into the mattress. I see Meg grooving on Al fucking her. I am feeling fine as Dora is eating my pussy like its never been eaten. I am straining at my bonds in ecstasy as she licks me. She stops for a bit and moves to sit her pussy on my face. I have eaten pussy before. Meg and I have had a few threesomes in our tawdry past. Dora is wet as can be. It is an incredible feeling having this muscular woman ravage my wet pussy. I am happy to be lapping at her slick wet pussy that has mixed in Dave's left over semen from my face. While I am immersed in Dora's wet sweet pussy I feel the beginnings of my orgasm. I have lost touch with all else that is going on as I feel the electricity of my intense orgasm. I scream but Dora has her pussy buried in my face. I struggle but my wrist and belly chain keeps me in place. I relax as I have spent my orgasm. No Escape She knew she should never walk home alone after dark, but the pounding in her head from the loud music would not let up. So she grabbed her purse and searched for the jacket she had worn to the club that night. With a wave at her friend Sasha, Kelly headed to the door of the club. When she stepped outside she realized the warm summer evening had taken a turn for the worse. Storm clouds had built up and the smell of rain was on the air. Glancing around her she noticed the streets were empty and quiet. Slipping off the high healed sandals she wore she decided it would be faster to just walk the twenty or so blocks back to her apartment bare foot. She let her mind drift as she began the long walk back home thinking about the nice warm bed waiting for her to climb in. About three blocks away from the club she head a noise behind her as if she was being followed. Kelly turned and looked and saw nothing and assumed it was just her imagination playing tricks on her so she upped her pace. Again she heard a noise but before she could turn she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and heard a voice say "If you value your life you will not turn around. You will continue walking until I tell you to stop." Kelly felt her heart leap in to her chest and told the man "There is money in my purse please take it and let me go." "You Bitch do you think it is money I am after." the voice said to her with a laugh as he pushed her around the corner to an alley and slipped a hood over her head. He then pushed her in to a waiting car face first and Kelly had to grab on to the car to keep from hitting the pavement face first. The man pulled the seatbelt across her lap and secured her inside before shutting the door and walking around to the driver seat. He stepped into the car and turned the ignition, he turned to her and spoke, "You will noticed there are no handles or window controls on the door so you will not be able to escape until I am ready to release you." Kelly tried to calm her breathing and thought to herself why is he doing this to me, what have I done to deserve this? She settled back in her seat determined to find away out of her predicament. After about ten minutes past she felt the car come to a sudden stop and heard the man open his door. The cool night air rushed around her body as he puller her from the car and started to lead her up a flight of stairs. She heard the click of a lock opening and was pushed inside a door. "Close your eyes and I will remove your hood, but do not try to turn around and look at me." Kelly nodded her head and stood perfectly still as this man pulled the hood off her head. She wanted desperately to open her eyes and look at her surroundings but a blindfold was secured around her eyes as quickly as the hood was removed. She felt hand pushing her down on to a sofa and sunk into the softness trying to day dream of anything but what was happening to her. "If you do exactly as I say Dear, I promise nothing bad will happen to you and you will find your self home in your bed before morning, nod your head if you understand what I am saying to you." Kelly screamed "No please don't hurt me let me go I wont tell anyone I don't know what you look like or who you are please let me go." Kelly flat the sting of a hand across her face as he slapped her. He then placed a hand against her mouth and whispered " I would advise you not to speak again unless you would like this to hurt more then you could ever imagine." She then felt her self being pick up and carried up another flight of stairs. Her body trembled and tears streamed down her cheeks. Noticing the first time the man carrying her she felt his broad chest and muscular arms surrounding her body. She felt herself being lowered on to a bed. Then suddenly her arms were pulled taunt above her body, and soft leather cuffs applied to her wrists. Her legs were pulled to the foot of the bed. And secured in the same manner as her hands. Kelly then felt her dress being torn from her body, and a cold metal blade trailing along her rib cage. Her bra was suddenly cut from her body. She felt the tip of the blade tracing a path to her breast and then warm breath on her nipple. Then suddenly he bit her nipple hard and she could not help but let out a sudden gasp. Tears began to flow down her cheeks and her lips trembled. She felt a hand caress her cheek and wipe away her tears. She felt his tongue tracing a path down from her breasts to her belly button. He stopped to swirl his tongue around her belly button while he parted her cunt lips with one hand. He then grabbed her clit with his thumb and forefinger and gave it a twist and a yank. He laughed just a little with the gasp of pain he let escape her lips. Suddenly she felt him force his cock in to her almost tearing her in half. He began to push into her as deep as he could burring his cock to the base and then pulling out until only the head was in her cunt. He bit and sucked on her breasts leaving marks all over them. Kelly felt her body betray her and begin to enjoy this treatment this man was giving her, she felt herself thrusting her hips trying to pull him deeper in side of her. She felt that familiar warmth building up starting in the very ends of her toes all the way up her body. She cold not help but let her orgasm take over and she screamed out "Ohhhhh my God, Fuck me I'm cummmmmmming." He laughed at her as he continued to pound her cunt and then felt the tightening of his balls he reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and then emptied his seed into her and collapsed on top of her. Kelly opened her eyes blinded by the light shining into her room and wondered how she had gotten here. She stood up on wobbly legs and noticed on her nightstand the shoes she had worn out clubbing the night before with a piece of paper tucked into one of them. She pulled out the note and read it quickly and giggled at his words. Bitch, Next week wear these shoes again, and this time I just might let you see my face. Kelly grabbed the shoes stuck them in her closet and wondered just what she should match them with next week when she went. No Escape She had lost everything but her looks. Sitting in the boat, she kicked herself as she went over the last few weeks in her mind. She had taken a so called friends advice, sold her house and depleted her bank account for a get rich quick scheme. It couldn't fail He said. But there was no scheme and her 'friend' had disappeared with everything she had. And now she had this one hope. She had responded to an advert for a private secretary. There was the promise of world travel, her own apartment and a contract for one year with an unbelievable bonus. Without interview, she had been accepted. All she had done was send a CV and a full length picture. Now she was almost at the island it certainly was remote. The boat drew level with the small jetty and she carefully stepped onto dry land. In the distance she saw the glimmer of a light and she began walking toward it. A small suitcase was all she carried. She had nothing. The little money she had was spent on the train fare. At least she was starting a new life she smiled and wondered what was to become of her. He stands and watches as she walks towards him and thought that the picture she had sent did not do her justice. He had parked his car up in the hotel car park as he had wanted to see her arrive. Heading for the light of the hotel she felt someone or thing was watching her and glanced around but could not see anyone or thing. Moving more quickly she passes close by to where he stood her heart pounding as she looks ahead at the hotel and wondering what lies ahead for her. Entering the hotel she stands for a few seconds and looks around. The ceilings were high with oak beams, the décor was fairly modern and so was the furniture. Noting the reception desk she walks over and presses the bell on the counter top and waits. An hour later she had unpacked and had showered, redressed in a knee length black skirt, white blouse, black stockings and 4 inch high shoes. Leaving her hair down loose she heads for the reception to where her new boss had said he would meet her. Looking round she spots a couple of men but all look to young so she moves over to the bar. Ordering a drink she nervously watches the door for her new boss. He sits in a chair a short distance away from the bar and watches as she sips her drink. Mulling over in his mind the plan of action he had made since her application came. Standing he takes hold of his drink and heads over towards her. "Olivia" He stands behind her "Shall we head of to the office" Turning quickly she catches her breath, looking at him she nods and places her drink down on the bar. She did not even ask him who he was but instead just follows him outside into the cool night air. Moving at a steady pace he knows she is following behind him. Neither spoke a word on the twenty minute journey to the office building. It was a single storey building in the middle of a deserted looking part of the island. The nearest building was at least ten minutes away. Looking round as he unlocks the door she notices the sun is setting and a beautiful orange glow sets about the few trees scattered about. Hearing the creak of the door opening she turns back and follows him inside. He switches on a light and carries on walking down a long corridor. He unlocks another door and opens it for her to enter. On entering the brightly lit room she gasps, her eyes widen and her jaw drops slightly. She gazes her eyes over the walls of the room. Each wall was covered with items she had only seen in adult films. Whips, paddles, canes, floggers to name but a few items were on two of the walls. On another there was an assortment of masks, gags of various kinds and other leather items. On the wall containing the door they had entered was hooks and on each hook was an item she could on imagine was to spread certain body limbs. He brushes past her and heads for a desk that is placed in the middle of the office. Sitting he watches her face as she takes in all the items on the office walls. She slowly walks towards the desk eyes darting to the walls. Questions running through her mind as she stands in front of him. "Like what you see" He asks with a snicker. She looks for another chair but none are anywhere to be seen. "Unusual to say the least" was all she could reply. He opens a drawer on the desk and pulls out a sheathed knife he removes its cover, she watches as the steel glints in the light. A strange feeling surges through her body, one she's not felt in a long time. Shifting slightly she watches as he slides the blade over his palm. He catches her watching him as he glides the knife tip over his palm. He stands and walks behind her, taking the knife he presses the tip over her thin cotton blouse. Standing perfectly still as she feels his breath on her neck, the tip of the knife as it moves over her back. Letting out a soft moan her body starts to tremble, not knowing why her body is reacting in such a way but liking it all the same. Hearing her moan he moves the knife tip down over her covered ass cheeks and back up to between her shoulder blades. Watching as her body reacts to the touch of the knife, her back arching slightly and her shoulders moving up as her breath becomes heavier. "Hmmmmm now lets see if you like this" He moves away from her, her eyes follow him to the wall covered in crops and whips. Her mind racing wondering what sort of job she had applied for, what had he install for her, wondering why her body was reacting in such a way but try as she might she could not speak. Moving back behind her she feels a tapping sensation on her ass, without warning he bends her over the front of his desk. Lifting her skirt up to reveal her white panties he taps her ass cheeks again, five times on each she quickly realises he has a cane. Her pussy starts to quiver a sensation she has never felt before, her panties were getting very wet. He lifts the cane up and bringing it down with a 'SNAP' onto her covered ass cheeks. She screams out at the burning sensation ripping through her ass. He rubs his hand over her ass as a red welt appears. He trails the cane tip over her ass as he watched her reaction. She finally managed to catch her breath and speak, turning her head she looks back at him. "Is this p p p part of the job?" she asked as she reached back to touch her marked ass. "Yes it is, here we try out all our products. We are the biggest retailer in our business." He slides the cane down her ass cheeks to the tops of her thighs, tapping each thigh top. Lifting his arm up again he brings the cane down on the backs of her thighs. Hearing her screams only brings a snicker to his face, watching as the tears trickle down her cheeks. The sensation she was feeling surprised her and excited her at the same time. The tears stream down her cheeks but they were not of sorrow but of excitement. Looking back at him she sees he has moved away from her. Quickly she pulls her skirt down over her red ass. Standing up straight she turns to face him. Her ass and thighs stinging and burning as the welts rise. He stands back behind his desk and looks at her, watching as she rubbed gently over her ass and thighs. "There are just a couple of basic rules for a happy office life." he sits and re-sheathes the knife putting it back in his drawer. "At all times you will call me Sir. When moving from your office to mine you will crawl, knock at the door and wait till I tell you to enter you will then crawl in and kneel at my feet. When kneeling your thighs will be parted, hands clasped behind your straight back, head held high but eyes lowered. "He waited for her response. Looking at him she gasped and wondered at first if he was being serious, noting that his facial expression never changed she realised he was. "Yes Sir "Was all she could reply, her head spinning, thoughts racing through it. Biggest question was 'why had her body reacted in such a way earlier' and another was 'why was she agreeing to his rules shouldn't she just turn and leave? ' . "You will dress at all times as you are now." He added. Dropping to her knees she spreads her thighs slightly with her hands clasped behind her back. " Yes Sir" she replies. Leaning back in his chair he knew he had finally found someone to train to his way of thinking, to his way of doing things. No Escape and Happy About It After a lot of independent vetting, several face-to-face meetings, and an arrangement where a good friend was in the other room, I finally elected to have a bit of "pick up play" with a local Dom. OMG, he scratched itches that I didn't have the slightest clue were tickling me. He's a self-professed "sensual rope top" who seemed to have zero presence in the local scene, yet he also has quite the rep in certain circles. A series of messages with both himself and other gals he'd played with made me think that he might be what I wanted/needed. Even after sending pics of myself he was still very keen to play, asking questions about my flexibility and previous rope experience. We negotiated what sort of things I was hoping for, what he was looking for, as well as minimum expectations, and limits beyond which I didn't want him to go. I really was looking for the experience of being fucked hard, repeatedly, while helpless to stop him. He was satisfyingly D&D free and I can't get pregnant so we decided that he could go bareback. He shows up, my friend and I are watching TV. He and I go back to my bedroom. He doesn't have me strip. Instead he pulls out a roll of duct tape and proceeds to wrap my arms behind my back, wraps it around my hands, wraps my arms to my body, wraps my legs together (and I'm thinking how can he fuck me now?), wraps it around my ankles and my feet. He rips off a thin strip and wraps my toes. He does this all very matter-of-factly, totally in control, Like he's not giving me any choice. The he pulls out a handkerchief and looks at me. We'd talked about gags and I didn't know. But at this point I'm dripping like a leaky faucet, I want the full experience. I nod, he shoves it in my mouth, then tapes it closed with multiple strips of tape. The he pulls me to my feet. He's supporting me as I'm standing there on taped up ankles and feet, completely off balance and on the verge of falling over. He hops me around so I'm even more disoriented. He looks at me again and I'm practically melting. Then he doesn't just let go, he shoves me backwards. I'm done, utterly terrified, thinking I'm about to hit the floor, crack my skull and die. But instead I land on the bed, bounce once and... I'm fine. Jesus fuck! Then he unzips his pants and brings out his rock hard cock. It's not so much long as thick, and I want it in me. He brings it to my face and I'm and desperate to suck it but I can't because of all the tape. I'm trying to shove that fucking handkerchief out, scrunching my face into all sorts of extreme shapes trying to get that tape off. Then he pulls back, shoves his cock back in his pants, zips up. The he pulls out a pair of safety shears from his bag and throws them on the bed next to me and walks out of the room. He just fucking walks away! I think if he'd touched my pussy right then, even through my jeans, I would have exploded. Instead I can't do a goddamn thing. I spent several minutes thrashing around, hoping that there was some way I could get loose. The scissors were a joke, how could I possibly use them? If my life depended on my getting loose I'd eventually be a corpse. I couldn't even get my toes loose. I felt like the most pathetic loser ever. He'd left the door open and I could hear him with my friend in the other room, laughing at something they were watching together. Was I supposed to go out and get him? Or would he be coming back? How could I possibly get out there when I couldn't even stand? I spent several more minutes wriggling and thrashing to no avail. -- So my friend and rope-top-guy are in the living room watching a movie. That fucking asshole left me wrapped up like a duct-tape-sausage while he decides to go watch a movie (I think it was Captain America, the first one, but I'm not sure. I had a lot on my mind). I thrashed and wriggled and struggled and strained but he knew what he was doing. I was trapped. I was so wet that I swear it had soaked through my panties and was visible on my jeans. Don't laugh, that's actually happened to me. I'm lying on my stomach on the bed trying to catch my breath through my nose (because my mouth was taped up; I'm glad I wasn't stuffed up!) and I hear them talking. "Seriously, is she going to be alright out there?" my friend asked. "Yeah. Any minute now she's going to figure out that she's supposed to come out here," he replied, maybe a little louder than he precisely needed to. I took a deep breath and let it out with as loud of a growl as I could manage. I hoped he could hear it and how pissed off I was. I sort of thrash-struggled-undulated to the edge of the bed until I was sitting with my taped-up bare feet dangling a few inches from the floor. I schooched forward, slowly sli-i-i-ding towards the floor, the sensation on my pussy not so much scratching my itch as increasing it, finally falling the last inch or so with a light thud. It felt like a mile. So there I am, standing unsteadily on taped legs and feet. I'm leaning on the bed even as I know I'm going to have to do something to get into the living room. I try to shuffle forward but between how tight my ankles are taped, the tape around my feet, and around my toes, I can't move them independently more than maybe a quarter-inch. I'm going to have to hop. No way am I going to do this. I will fall and break my face if not my neck. I am going to die standing here on the cusp of the biggest orgasm of my life because I can't get loose from a couple strips of duct tape. I am the biggest loser in the world. I hop one tiny step forward. When I don't fall, I do another. And another. And another a bit further. Then another and another and another and anotherand anotherand anotherand anotherohfuck I'MFALLING and I'm leaning on the wall. The wall is my friend, it won't let me fall. Yay wall. You understand me. Thank you wall. I continue hopping into the living room while leaning against the wall as if my life depends on it. And I'm in the room with rope-guy and my friend staring at me, the latter with her jaw hanging open like she's trying to catch flies. I'm breathing in and out through my nose like I've just run a marathon, I'm sure my face is the color Superman's cape and I am ready to kill someone except I know that if all this fucking tape suddenly disappeared I would be across the room like a piece of steel to the magnet of his cock, sucking it like it was an oxygen tank to a drowning woman. "Uhm, is she alright?" my friend asks. "Well why don't you ask her?" he replies. "Are you... are you okay?" she asks me. Am I okay? Of course I'm not fucking okay! I'm wrapped up like a papoose, I can't breathe, I'm about to fall over and break my face, and this asshole bastard WON'T FUCK ME! I know that all I have to do is shake my head vigorously "no" and he'll immediately cut me loose, scene over. Red. But what do I do? There's my head nodding up and like a wacky wobbler while I go "Uhm hmm! Uhm hmm! Uhm hmm!" through all that wadding and tape gagging me. "See, I told you," he says to her. Then, looking at me, "Babe, your friend says you have some really good microbrews in the fridge. Go and get me one, okay?" I swear, I was about to cry. My heart fell into my stomach. I was... god... I didn't... I just stood there and struggled for a minute or so before taking a deep breath, squaring my shoulders and hopping across the room, past them on the couch, through the kitchen doorframe, across the cold kitchen tile floor, before stopping in front of the fridge. I felt... steady. In spite of standing there like a living bowling pin I felt like I wasn't going to fall over. Somehow, when I hadn't thought about it, my primitive monkey-brain had taken over and figured out how to bunny hop without killing myself. It's amazing what the brain can do! More to come... No Escape From My Mate Chapter 1 Eboni silently cries as the man on top of her brutally fucks her. She closes her eyes and pray it will be over soon. She should have listened to her mother, and not been so eager to explore. Images of her mother flesh, being ripped off by a very large grey wolf, flash in her mind. There are pieces of her scattered over the campground. Eboni shake her head from side to side, hoping to dislodge the images from her mind. "You like a big cock in you don't you slut?" He grunts as he thrust into her. He stops moving, and look down at her when she does not respond. He slaps her hard across the face. "Answer me whore, or you will be sorry." His angry threat causes her to shake more violently beneath him. "No, please stop." Eboni beg in a trembling voice. He slaps her hard across the face again. "That is not the right answer bitch! The right answer is yes. Now say it!" He yells the command in her face. When she does not answer him, he begins to slap her across the face repeatedly. Eboni begin to feel lightheaded from his assault on her face. She would not give this rapist and murderer the satisfaction. She was ready to die. He stops his movements and look down at her. "So you want to be defiant? Do you think I am just going to kill you and that will be the end of it? Oh no my sweet, I am going to give you something to make your life as miserable as mine." He pulls his cock from her battered pussy and grabs her by the hair, roughly turning her onto her stomach. He turns her head to one side. His body begins to shift until he was no longer a man but a wolf. Eboni brown eyes open wide when he bites down onto her shoulder. She screams out in pain, becoming nauseous as his teeth sink deeper into her flesh. When the wolf lifts his head, blood is dripping from his teeth. He leaps from her body and run into the forest howling. All her strength seems to leave her body. Her eyes begin to close, and she welcomes the thought of death as unconsciousness claims her. ********************************* Eboni opens her eyes to darkness. Her body feels as if it is on fire. Her mouth feels dry and she needs something to drink. She tries to move, and then she hears someone scream. Someone is holding her arms down. Someone screams in agony again. Who keep screaming she wondered? Why does her body hurt so much, and why is she still alive? She is alive was she not? "Hurry up and give it to her." A male voice says impatiently. "Stop being so damn impatient and hold her." A female scolds in return. Eboni feel a sharp pain in her leg. She grimace and close her eyes, hoping it would help the pain subside. She does not know how much time passes before sleep claims her once again. When Eboni woke again, she had to shield her eyes against the sunshine. She looks around the unfamiliar room and wonder where she is. She pulls herself to a sitting position, and instantly regrets it as pain shoot through her body. She positions a pillow against the headboard, and lean against it. The bedroom door opens, and she turn her head towards it to see who is coming through the door. "Hello and welcome to our home." A petite brown haired girl says cheerfully, as she comes into the room. "Alexander will be pleased that you are awake." She sits a tray of food down on the bedside table. "I have come in here everyday for the past two days with a food tray, in hopes that you are awake. I hope you find the food satisfactory." She bows her head slightly. Eboni stare at the girl in confusion. "Where am I?" "I am not allowed to say." She continues to look at the floor. "Are you allowed to tell me your name?" "Alice." She says to the floor again. "What is so interesting on the floor?" Eboni asked curiously, as she looks at the floor too. "I am showing my respect for my..." Alice abruptly stops before finishing the sentence. She nervously shifts her weight from one leg to the other. Eboni frowns at the nervous girl. The bedroom door opens once more drawing her attention to it. In walks, the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Her eyes went to his black hair. The low plaited ponytail hung over his right shoulder. His eyes were so dark they remind her of black onyx. He walks closer to the bed, until his six feet four inch frame looms over her. He bends and sniffs her then growls. Images of the vile man that raped her flash through her mind, and she screams. She scrambles to get off the bed, wanting to flee from the room. She falls to the floor with a thud when the sheets entangle her legs. The beautiful man walks over to her, and kneels on one knee beside her. "Do not be frightened of me." He picks her up from the floor, and gently places her back on the bed. Eboni eyes became wide when the man touches her, and she begin to shake in fear. When he put her on the bed, she immediately goes to the opposite side, and pull her legs as close to her body as they will go, wrapping her arms around them. She unconsciously begins to rock her body as tears rolled down her face. "Go and get Valeeri now!" The man orders Alice. The young girl run from the room, slamming the door in her haste to do as the man commanded. Eboni was now alone in the room with the giant, and her breathing was becoming erratic. She begins to feel lightheaded, and immediately tries to slow her breathing, so she would not faint. She does not know what the man would do if she did that. Within minutes of Alice departure, the door opens and an auburn haired woman walks in carrying a black bag. Eboni become more frightened when she opens it, and a syringe with clear fluid in it comes into view. The woman moves toward Eboni causing her to scream again. "Please don't hurt me!" "I only want to help you, but if you promise to calm down then I will put this away." The auburn haired woman says pointing to the syringe. Eboni shake her head up and down at the woman. She looks between the man and woman and desperately tries to control her breathing. "My name is Valeeri and this is Alexander." She points to the man standing beside the bed. "We found you in the woods. You were badly injured. We brought you back to our home to care for you." "Mama," Eboni whispers as images of her mothers body flash in her mind. She could not blink back the tear before it rolls down her cheek. "We buried what was left of her," Alexander voiced nonchalantly. "Alex!" Valeeri scolds him nodding her head towards Eboni. "What my brother means to say, is that we laid her to rest, by the stream on our property. No animals will bother the grave site there." Valeeri looked at the pitiful woman with compassion. "It killed her. He killed her. The wolf became a man. He... It..." Eboni begin to rock herself as she spoke incoherently. She saw a look pass between them. It is the "they think I am crazy look," she thinks. "What do you remember of your attack?" Alexander inquires. "We were packing up to leave camp, after coming back from exploring the cave we found earlier in the week. Mama did not want to go, but I talked her into it. She said it would be too dangerous to stay, since the ranger had warned us that a wolf was in the woods. I did not listen to her. Oh god why did I not listen? This is my fault!" Eboni covers her face with her hands and cry. Valeeri walks into the bathroom, and when she comes back into the room, she hands her some tissue. Eboni blows her nose then continues. "It just came out of no where, and started to attack my mom. I tried to stop it, but nothing I did would deter it." Eboni closes her eyes and does not speak again until prompted. "Please continue," Valeeri urged, gently holding her hand. "It changed from a wolf to a man. He grabbed me and...and he." Eboni become quiet again, lost in her horrific thoughts. Valeeri close her eyes and concentrate on Eboni thoughts. What she hears cause her body to tense up. A few minutes later, she opens her eyes and look angrily at Alexander. She removes her hand from Eboni's and slowly stands up from the bed. "Why don't you take a warm bath? It will not make you feel better mentally but it will soothe your body. You should try to eat something too," she says pointing to the food on the nightstand. "Alex and I will be back later to check on you." Eboni sat on the bed in the same position long after the two had left. She feels her stomach growl and look over at the food Alice left on the bedside table. She picks the tray up and sits it on her lap. She picks up the sandwich and hungrily bites into it. She finishes the sandwich, and then eats the potato wedges. She uncovers a piece of peach pie and sigh. It is her favorite dessert. She finishes the pie in a few bites, than drink the room temperature tea. When her hunger is satiated, her attention to her aching body becomes her next concern. She pushes herself off the bed and goes into the bathroom. She run herself a hot bath, and then immerses herself in the liquid. She wonders if they were going to kill her. However, if they were going to do that, then why save her? She just wants to wake up from this nightmare. She closes her eyes, and tries to let the warm water work its magic on her battered body. Valeeri walks into Alexander office with him on her heels, and sit down in the chair facing his desk. "I am waiting Valeeri," he says with barely controlled anger, after sitting at his desk. Valeeri tells the alpha male all she had heard and seen in Eboni's mind. She barely finishes telling the story of the brutal rape, before he stands up and throws the desk at the wall in a rage. She hardly has enough time to duck before it flies over her head, and smash into the wall. "You have to calm yourself Alex." The more of the story Valeeri told, the more enraged he became. His wolf is fighting for dominance over his body. He stands with his hands balled into fist at his side. His nose and mouth begin to elongate and his teeth begin to grow long and razor sharp. He closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths. His facial features begin to take on a human male once more, as he reigns in his feral half. He sits back down in the chair and cross his arms. "Is that all?" "Yes." Valeeri looks at her brother with concern. "The rogue must be caught and killed for his crimes against my mate." He stands and walks to the door. "Where are you going?" Valeeri asked. "To assemble the warriors, we leave in an hour." He walks out of the room promising himself he will find the bastard who dares to hurt what belongs to him.