4 comments/ 23333 views/ 17 favorites Powerhouse Ch. 01 By: KittyLovesPain Nick has always fantasized about power plays. He always was someone who loved being in control. Being the youngest child has only enhanced this feature in him. The darling of his parents, he got what he wanted. Always outdoing his siblings, Nick revelled in power. This trait of his he carried into the next phase. In college, he was the dark brooding alpha male to whom men and women were drawn alike. It was rumoured that Nick was a beast in bed. But nobody knew for sure because the girls wouldn't say, whether out of fear, shame or coercion, nobody knew. Hence, Nick and his sex life remained a mystery. Nick decided to join the corporate world after college, swiftly rising through the ranks and attaining a state of the art apartment, all chrome and glass. However, he had a separate house in the countryside, nobody knew where exactly it was, Nick never revealed. The story begins on a warm summer day. Nick was driving to his summer house, a smile on his lips, because he had a new conquest, a new prize to train and revel in. ************** *********** ******* Lana woke up with a dizzying painful headache. Her vision from the hit on the head was still blurry. The memory drew her attention to the spot on the head that throbbed. Trying to peer through her blurred vision, she tried to raise her hands to feel if there was blood. And realised that she couldn't. Her arms and legs were completely immobilized. Tied above her head, they pulled up and above and were tied so securely that she couldn't move her muscles at all. Her legs were the same. Spread apart and pulled up towards her head, they were tied by strong cables that allowed her no movement at all. Trying to swallow her rising panic, she realised that she wasn't completely naked. She still had on her underwear, though fat lot of good that provided in her present condition. Closing her eyes tight, she thought back to the events that landed her here. Lana was a 19 year old girl. Long hair that came up to her waist, very pretty slanting doe eyes hidden by spectacles, full lips, and a very curvy figure completed her. She was very self conscious about her breasts. At 36, they were pretty inconvenient if she wanted to buy certain clothes. She was not very thin, but not fat either with just the right amount of curves that gave her the exotic hourglass figure with a tiny petite bottom. She hated her figure. Compared to all the stick thin girls in college, she felt overweight, frumpy and always hid her figure in loose clothes. She had been studying for her exam the next day at the town library, alone as usual, and before she realised it, it was too late. Hurrying across the dark town square, she approached her car. A stunning blow on the head and then something sweet over her mouth, effectively stopped her and here she was. Lana felt surprisingly calm under the circumstances. She had heard of girls being captured and raped and killed. No doubt her assailant had made a mistake. She couldn't believe that anybody would want to rape her. She was just not the kind to arouse rape fantasies, was she? The door to her room suddenly creaked open and she could figure out a man standing at the doorway. Before she could scream however, the man had crossed the room and clamped a gag over her mouth. As Lana stared with wide eyes, the man started to move his fingertips on the sides of her body. Very lightly. The fingers barely touching, they trailed all over her body. Soon, Lana was covered in a sheer shine of sweat. Being very very sensitive, her body was growing wild at the tantalizing touches that didn't quite touch. Her eyes grew wide and she squirmed as much as possible in her restraints but the man didn't stop. Just when Lana felt that this would kill her, he stopped. Kneeling down, Lana felt the breath of the man on her ears. "let's get this very straight love. You are captured and taken to a location that's far away from everywhere. Your stay hero can be very pleasant or very painful that's completely up to you. Remember that you've ceased to exist to the world. A letter has been sent to your college in your name that says you've quit because you need time to yourself. A letter has also been sent to your family saying that you plan to disappear for a while. Given your family's distaste in you, they wouldn't worry anyway. Now, this is your existence. You are here for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. You don't have any wishes, or desires. Or a name. Things do not need names. We shall soon start your training, and soon you'll be wiggling that bottom to serve me." Lana stared up in horror at the man. He was clearly deranged.. With no idea of reality. How can a human be reduced to a commodity? With yet more horror, she realised that there had been no mistake. The man had initially meant to capture her only, what with the intensive research. Nick had started speaking again. He stared down at the girl in front of him. Helpless, terrorized, completely gone with self pity, not knowing the treasure trove of pleasure they could be. With that figure, any guy would be drooling to Fuck her. But of course, she wouldn't allow anyone to get that close. This girl however was a rare find- she was a virgin. Oh how Nick would enjoy taking her maidenhead. But not yet, not just yet. He'll make her beg for it first. Lana stared up at the man. Through the blurry vision she could make out that he was quite tall and good looking. His style of talking suggested good education, and his clothes suggested money. She decided that she would play along with him, bidding her time till she could run. Though the loss of her spectacles would seriously hamper her progress. The man, whose name she didn't yet know, was speaking again. "You are to address me as Master. That is of course, when I allow you to speak. For now, I think, you don't need to speak. Or see either" A blindfold descended over her eyes effectively blocking what little vision that she had. Straining against her bonds and whimpering against the gag she tried to beg for freedom, but it was a long lost cause. Soon she could feel fingers on her soft breasts. Molding and squeezing, the hands played with those glorious mounds of her hers. Despite herself, Lana moaned into the gag. It felt so good. It has been a long time, a really long time since any kind of sexual activity and Lana was someone whowas generally very very sensual. It was just her insecurity that hampered her sexual life. But now she had no control over her reactions. The fingers were squeezing, stroking and sending tingles of pleasure all over her body. Her nipples stood like little pebbles, eager for attention, yet his fingers did not touch them. He teased her, stroking around their base till she was whimpering against her gag, squirming for her nipples to be touched. Just when she felt she couldn't take it anymore, the hands vanished, leaving her empty, aching, her body arching up for the now vanished stimulation. Lana couldn't understand what was happening. She was kidnapped and being sexually molested by a man and yet she was feeling pleasure like she had felt never before. Nick was aware of what was going through her mind. She would feel pleasure. Her body was naturally wired for pleasure. Yet the guilt would be too much for her mind. Greater than the physical torment, it was the mental torture that gave Nick the kick of seeing them break. But Nick liked a challenge. He didn't want the girls to comply easily. There was no fun in that. He hoped this girl was different. Else he'll lose interest too soon and give her away km his guards. Pity that, she wouldn't last long with them But all that would come later. For now, she would just be initiated into her role. Reaching down, he ripped the bra away from her body, her breasts swinging free, firm and ripe, the aerolas large and tipped with dark nipples. It was almost like they begged to be sucked. But they wouldn't be. Not yet. Seeing her squirm on the table, he smiled. Lana was in agony. Her breasts protesting against their abandonment, she felt the hands on the insides of her thighs, stroking in the same manner, reaching upwards but never touching her where her body was begging to be touched. Pretty soon she was squirming with need again. Her mind closed off, not allowing her to think. All she needed was some kind of direct stimulation. Her breasts swinging from her heavy breathing. Suddenly she felt the hands wrenching away the panties. "My my, what have we here? Didn't your mom tell you not to open your legs to everyone and anyone? But that's not true for you, is it? You beg to be Fucked don't you? Oh wait, I envious. You're a virgin. Too good for anyone. Good. You'll stay that way until you will be begging any man you come across to Fuck you and they won't. And then, I will decide who will Fuck you." Lana blushed from head to toe. Here she was spread lewdly in front of a stranger, naked, being forced to respond to sexual stimulations. And it was true, she was a virgin. The man was now gently stroking her labia. Unable to help itself, her pussy was drenching itself. And then she felt something that was not human flesh. Whip! It was a whip! The realisation made her suck her air in through her teeth, unable to process the idea that she might be whipped. However before she could process the idea, the leather of the whip was rubbing against her clit. The rough leather on her most sensitive spot made her go into sensory overload. Pretty soon, quite unable, she was humping against the leather for more. Just when she was reaching that point, the whip came crashing down, directly on her exposed cunt, knocking the breath out. Then it was back to teasing her. Lana couldn't understand what was happening. But Nick did. He was conditioning her mind to expect pleasure with the pain, and sure enough, the whip didn't hurt as much, making her look forward to the sharp sting on her clit. Soon, she was near cumming again. Just when she did, he stopped. Frustrated, Lana whimpered. Nick spoke up again. "Well, well. Does the little pussy want to cum?" He yanked off the blindfold and gag in one go. Rasping through her dry mouth, eyes glittering with arousal and shame, Lana spat out. "Fuck yourself." To her amazement, the man burst out laughing. "Oh my dear, you're going to be a lot of fun." Untying her arms and legs, he bound her to a bed in the corner of the room, careful to keep her held tightly, though her bound limbs had little strength to attempt escape. He bound her loosely, allowing her arms freedom, yet kept her legs spread open so that she will be unable to close them. "You obviously like being played with. Your legs should remain for err...everything." Winking, he made her drink water through a straw and hooked her up to an I.V. "Can't have you fainting now" He fetched a jar of cream and applied a dollop of cream to both her nipples and her clit, kissing each chastely before applying. "There you go. That cream will keep you aroused and hot throughout the night now. I suggest you get some sleep. We have a long day ahead tomorrow. Oh and don't bother screaming. The room is soundproof. Night night, little strengthpussy." kissing her forehead, he left the room. Lana stared after him, too tired to even comprehend her situation. Her nipples and clit tingling, she drifted off into a fitful sleep where she was constantly denied her orgasm. Nick smiled to himself as he lay in his own bed that night. Oh yes, this power game would be a lot of fun. To be continued... Powerhouse Ch. 02 It has been quite a few days since Lana was captured and brought here. She was frustrated. Ever since her capture, when she was brought here that was all she felt. She felt frustrated because she couldn't understand her captor. Initially of course she hated him. She hated him so much that she would have killed him with her bare hands if she had the chance. She remembered being so angry at god. Remembered being subjected to the worst humiliation at having a stranger fondle her naked, not understanding why she was the one who had to suffer. Now though, she wasn't so sure. For instance, contrary to what the man, (whom she knew was called Nick but she still resolutely thought of him as "the man" because she refused to think that such a man could be called something so nice), had said in the evening she was captured, neither he nor anyone else had raped her. That didn't mean he didn't perform sexual acts on her, but those acts were...well not something a rapist or a man dealing in sex trade would do. For example, the second night. Having spent the first night in bondage with her limbs all akimbo, and that ointment he had applied on her nipples and clit which made her so SO very horny, it was quite natural that Lana was almost delirious. When morning came, a couple of men came in, untied her, and pulled a hood over her head. She could have tried fighting them off, but she knew she would lose. Her arms and legs were still cramped from being tied so long and besides, she didn't have her spectacles with her, which made her vision seriously crippled. She wasn't sure she would have succeeded in fighting off the men even if she was in possession of all her faculties though. They just seemed too strong. The ment carried her up and down flights of stairs and through corridors and rooms and Lana gave up trying to remember or make sense of the layout. Soon they deposited her in a tub of warm water. They attached long chains to her hands and feet and tied them off to taps. The long chains provided perfect mobility for her in the tub but didn't allow her to leave the tub. Lana at that point of time didn't care. The tub was full of hot water, just the perfect temperature. She closed her eyes and leaned back thinking if this was her last bath, she might as well enjoy it. Just as she was almost floating from bliss, the door opened. Hastily she tried to cover herself and squinting, she could make out the blurry form of the man from last night. He grinned and came closer. "You were so good last night. I have something for you." Coming near, he held out her spectacles for her. Eagerly grabbing them, Lana slipped them on and for the first time gazed upon her captor. Gosh, he was just so good looking. Tall and immaculately dressed in jeans and a crisp white shirt (with the cuffs rolled up and the first two buttons open), he had a very chiselled body. For some reason, Lana had a weird desire to span her palms on his obviously flat waist. Looking up, she saw his face. Dark tousled hair, green eyes framed by spectacles with frames so thin that they looked it'll snap with the slightest pressure. He had a strong jaw with full lips which were now curved in a slight smile. The smile brought her back to her senses. This man was insane! He was dangerous! He had kidnapped her and sexually molested her and threatened to fuck her! He had removed all trace of her from her society and had essentially made her a slave! Why was she thinking about him as if he was normal? She shivered again as a cold wave of fear ran through her. Then she looked up and met his eyes. His eyes were so green and clear...they looked like pools she could slip into and lose herself. No wonder this man was so cocky. He just had to turn his eyes on a girl and she would happily give herself to him. Right now those eyes were staring at her. They glinted with appreciation, lust, possessiveness...and was that tenderness she glimpsed? She must be losing her mind imagining all sorts of things. Despite that, Lana shivered again. And this time for completely different reasons. The man must have noticed her shivering so many times. "Is the water cold?" he asked frowning. Lana just looked down and didn't answer. He crouched down and grabbed her face, tilting it to look at him. "When I ask a question, I expect you to answer." His voice was silky smooth, so soft it was almost a purr, with all the dangerous hypnotism of a predator. And like the prey she was, Lana's lips parted of her own accord. "N..no...its fine,"she rasped. He smiled. "There's a good girl". Getting up from the floor, he went to a small alcove next to the alcove. Getting a few bottles, he came back. He opened a few taps, and then poured in a bit from each bottle. Pretty soon, a delicious smell wafted up and the bath soon filled with bubbles. Lana watched warily as he slipped into the tub, still fully clothed. She tried to move away from him but the chains prevented complete escape and all she managed was tangling herself in them, facing him. God, he was delicious, all wet, the white shirt all transparent emphasising the flat plane of his chest. Lana was breathless. And not just from trying to get away. Green eyes glittering with amusement, he looked at her. "Well, well. Looks like little kitty still has some fight left in her." Anger boiled up inside Lana. "I will never ever submit to someone as sick you. You may try to take me forcefully, but you'll never have my consent,"she lashed out. "We'll see about that," Nick drawled, smiling a little. Moving very fast, he then grabbed her and pulled her to himself such that her back was against his chest, his jeans clad legs straddling her, his arms pinning hers. Slowly, he trailed his lips down her bare back, feather touch kisses on her sensitive skin that brought back all her previous arousal times double. Lana groaned as his lips descended on his neck latching on it, suckling softly. He wrapped his right hands around her, and reaching out, got a washcloth with which he proceeded to rub her down. Slowly his hand descended, washing her front body, her breasts, her stomach, her legs. All the while, his mouth continued his assault of her neck as it trailed kisses all over. He started soaping her breasts, his hands gently squeezing them, the rough texture of the cloth on her nipples making her gasp. Lana was in heaven. Or hell. She twisted one way and another trying to escape the assault, but her body was yearning for more, needing this man who could make her feel this way. His lips still creating havoc on her, he washed her off properly, unlocked her hands and got a fluffy towel to dry her off. Get an equally fluffy robe he slipped her into it. Lana was in a daze. In a fit of arousal, she was feeling stuff she had never felt before. Infact, she never even realised when she landed on her bed with him on top of her. His hands all over her, stroking her sides, fingers between her legs inside her wet slickness. She could feel his hard on through his wet jeans. Unknowingly, she put her hands on his chest, feeling the absolute perfection of it. He kept swirling his fingers on her clit and just as she was about to climax, he withdraw his fingers, kissing her on her lips deeply, the first time he actually kissed her. Frustration tore through her body at the denial along with the fireworks that exploded with the kiss. Whispering against her lips, he said, "you can call me Nick. " ***** ***** ******* A few men entered the room disturbing Lana from her musings. They brought in her lunch for the day and left as quietly as they had come. Lana went back to her thoughts from that day. She remembered the perfection of that kiss, the arousal, his tenderness which covered his possessiveness- it was the stuff that romantic novels were made of. However, her situation was hardly a romance was it? The reality seeped through her foggy brain and cut through the haze of arousal. She had pushed him off the bed and he had got up laughing. "You'll be mine one day little kitty," he had said before leaving. "Never, you sick bastard," she had screamed. All she got for that was his infuriating laugh as he left the room, the sound of it being locked coming through clearly. Lana remembered that day very well. As she tucked into her lunch, she thought to herself, "Is it normal for me to still like the name Nick so much?" Three rooms down, Nick was in his room, a frown on his handsome face. Things were changing... To be continued.