0 comments/ 21610 views/ 1 favorites Forgotten Ch. 2 By: dansemajik I heave a great sigh of relief, and am amazed to see the breath form a steam cloud in the air. Is it cold? I ask myself. I didn't feel chilled. I wrapped my arms around myself and was surprised again to feel the sensation of skin instead of the t-shirt I had worn to bed. I looked down and saw I was nude. I turned in a tight circle to try and get a glimpse of this dream I was having. I had been having strange dreams on a nightly basis lately. I had begun to wonder if I should seek psychiatric help, since I seemed to be beating myself up in my sleep. Waking with bruises and scratches and sore muscles. As in all the other dreams, my hair was longer, I couldn't see it, no mirror in this dark place, but I felt the weight of it against my back. I could see a strange light emanating from the walls. The walls themselves looked to be black, but they had a luminous cast to them. I heard music, a slightly off key organ, playing something familiar, but long forgotten. I licked my lips, and tasted the bittersweet wine that Damon had shared with me for dinner. I had wanted him to stay. I was so attracted to him, but he begged off. I wondered if he thought me a slut for pushing so hard for him to fuck me. God, it had been so long. I was so horny. I began walking, in a sort of daze, toward the music. I saw the back of a woman sitting at the organ, playing that song I couldn't remember. I recognized her from somewhere, but I didn't know where. I could see something in the set of her shoulders, the way she held her head, and the shape of her hands that reminded me of something I had lost. I felt a vague sense of deja vu and felt a shiver run up my spine and lodge at the base of my neck. I walked past her, I could not get a good look since it seemed as I got closer, the organ turned so I only got a view from the one angle. I shrugged and she was forgotten as soon as she was out of my sight, I think. I went on, walking slowly, feeling fuzzy and warm. I stopped at a doorway. On it hung a crucifix, sideways. I turned it, so that it pointed upright, and it slid upside down. I looked at it for a long time and felt a ball of cold fear in my belly for a moment, and then the door opened and I forgot about the crucifix. It meant something…. but what? I walk into the room, and I see in front of me the same bed that is in all of my dreams. This time it is on a dais that is spinning slowly around. I go to the mirror, and wonder at this look on my face. My eyes are telling me something in the mirror, but I seem to have forgotten how to read them. I use the lip-gloss that is on the dressing table, and I rub the lotion into my skin, my breasts, my stomach, legs and ass. He had told me to do this; he said it would help it not hurt so much. Who had told me, and why was it going to hurt? I looked up and caught those deep blue eyes screaming at my dream self. What were they saying to me? I go to the bed, and pick up the brush that is lying on the bedside table; I begin to brush my hair. He likes to watch me brush my hair. Who is HE? I hear myself ask. I feel his breath on me before he touches me, so hot, so very hot. I shudder, for some reason, I don't know why. His hand takes the brush from me, and he begins to brush my hair. He doesn't speak to me, for some reason that I can't remember it would be bad for him to speak to me. I tell myself to remember to ask why. The brush runs through my hair, and then I feel his hands, his long, long fingernails rasping against my scalp. His skin is hard, like leather chaps. He lifts me up and sets me on his lap, facing outward. His hands run over my breasts, squeezing and teasing them. His tongue is hot against my neck. He places my hand on his dick. I can barely fit my fingers around it. I wonder how does it fit inside of me? He puts his hands on my thighs, his fingers probing my pussy, stroking my clit, making me moan. I hear whispers in the air around me. I can't make out what they are. My eyes close as he lifts me up and impales me with his huge dick. I scream, with pain, and a pleasure that lifts me from this horizon. His hands cup my hips and he raises me, and lowers me time and again, and I cum over and over, feeling the orgasms crash around me like the waves break the surf. I hear roaring in my ears, and my head feels like it is going to explode. Then he stops, and lies me down on my back. I know not to open my eyes; I don't want to see whom I am dreaming about. I don't think I could stand it. He straddles me and shoves his dick into my mouth, and I take it past any depth I ever thought I could. I nearly choked on it, but for some reason, I didn't. He fucked my face and I held on to his dick with my hands and was getting into it, when he pulled away. I whimpered, I wanted more. . He wasn't going to disappoint me. I heard some more rustling and I look see a woman in white coming toward me. She is beautiful. She smiles at me, her green eyes glitter in the dim light. She is pale; her black hair is long, and curling about her body. She kisses me, and licks my chin. She moves like a cat. Her hands run over my body and it feels like silk being run across my skin. I sigh, and stretch, giving her access. She kisses my breasts, taking each nipple between her tiny teeth, and nipping slightly. I moan. I can feel his eyes on us I remember not to look. I put my hand in her hair, and she looks up and smiles at me. I think she purred. She lapped at my stomach and then her hands began to do magical things to my pussy. I felt as though I was turning into fluid. Hot liquid is what I felt like. She placed her lips over my pussy, and her tongue did wonderful things to my clit. She sucked it into her mouth, between her teeth, and she nibbled on it. I bucked my hips up against her face as she licked sucked, bit and probed. I screamed as I came. Harder than I ever had before. I guess sometimes it takes a woman to know what a woman wants. She grinned at me, and then she removed her gown. She had a penis. This beautiful woman had a dick. A slender dick, but still a dick. I felt his hands come around me. She lay down on the bed. He spread my ass apart and I felt her slide into my ass. I sighed, oh…yes. The he laid me back, and entered my pussy. I felt them move in unison. Her dick was growing; I could feel it getting thicker longer. She laughed in my ear, and said, "You like it don't you?" I nodded, to full of them to talk. It was hard, and it was deep, and I thought I would die from the sensations, and the orgasms. I heard the horrible roar again, as he pulled out of me, and shot his cum all over my breasts. I felt the blisters form, and then his cool breath as he blew on my tender skin. I heard a sigh from beneath me, and suddenly she was gone. I felt his hand on my cheek, and then I curled up and fell asleep. I woke up, the t-shirt I had worn to bed, was wadded up on the floor. I must have gotten hot in the night. I went to the bathroom and as I urinated, wondered at the soreness. I caught a wisp of something, but then it left me. I was sore as I got into the shower, hoping the hot water would ease away the pain. As I put on my makeup, I wondered at the dark rings under my eyes. And the haunted look on my face. I covered as best I could and went to work. At three o'clock, I got flowers from Damon. The card said simply, "Had a wonderful time last night, lets do it again, real soon. D." I smiled and thought. "Maybe he is interested in me." I wasn't going to push it. He was an incredible man. He was dark and handsome, tall, distinguished. I felt myself get creamy thinking about him. As I drove home that night, I thought about inviting him over for dinner one night next week. Maybe I could get him into bed. Forgotten Ch. 3 I had been so tired lately, that I was going to go right home after work and take a long bath and go to bed. At least that is what I thought I was going to do. Damon called me late afternoon, and suggested we do something fun. I agreed, since I hadn't seen him since that night he had dinner at my place. He told me there would be a package waiting for me at the reception desk in the lobby of my building. I was to wear it tonight. I was nearly giddy with excitement, and so horny I could barely sit still. I got the big box from Stacy at the front desk and rushed up to my apartment. I tore it open and was floored by what I saw. It was black leather and silver chain. It looked like a cat suit, with panels gone from the entire side of it. Fine silver chain was woven delicately through the bare spots. It was a halter top, with the fine chain draping down my back, to attach to the chains on the sides by my breasts. It was a beautiful piece of clothing, but I had never worn anything like it. I showered, and put on perfume, I placed my hair loosely on top of my head, with strands escaping, to frame my face. I saw in the box, a necklace of silver chain like the chain on the outfit, with a small silver ring on the front of it. I clipped it on. I looked at myself in the mirror, and was amazed at what I saw. My breasts were fantastic in the soft leather. My nipples jutting out against the leather due to the friction. My skin was nicely tanned, and the silver glimmered. I put on a pair of black stilettos, knowing they were the only shoes I had that would match. The buzzer rang, and I pushed the talk button. "I am waiting downstairs." It was Damon. I grabbed my leather jacket and hurried down stairs. I don't know why, but I didn't want to keep him waiting. A real date with Damon. This gorgeous hunk of a man. I checked my makeup once more in my compact on the way down. My eyes were looking strange again. I shrugged and stepped out of the elevator. He stood looking at me. He was perfection in his black tux. His eyes were blacker than night, appraising me. "Turn for me," he said taking my jacket. I did, and people stopped and stared. He smiled. "Perfect, my little pet." Then he held my elbow as we went to the car. It was a black limo. He helped me into the car, and poured me a glass of wine. He sat silently as I drained the glass, his eyes never leaving mine. "Tonight, you are to do what I tell you to do. No questions, no struggle. If I tell you to do it, you will do it, do you understand?" I started to feel hazy again, but I think I nodded. He leaned over and clipped a silver chain to the hoop in my necklace. "You belong to me. You are my property." He said it in a way that brooked no argument. I don't remember much of the rest of the drive. I think I drank some more wine, and smiled at him a lot. His hand was absently petting me. I could smell something familiar about him. I couldn't place the scent. It was like something out of a dream…? Maybe? I couldn't put my finger on it. So I just sat back and enjoyed the ride. We arrived at a nondescript brick building. There were big men standing outside and a line in front of the door. Damon walked to the door. "Mr. Fairchild, welcome." The man at the door nearly bowed. He opened the door and I heard some mutters from the crowd waiting. It was dark inside, and I could feel rather than hear the deep thump of bass coming from somewhere. I started to look around and I felt a light jerk on my necklace. "Eyes forward Pet." He said, his voice feeling like satin to my ears. I looked forward and caught glimpses of strange things out of the corner of my eyes. I wanted to look, but I felt it best to mind my master. It didn't occur to me to ask why I thought Damon was my master. He led me to a room, where there were ten or twelve other people sitting in chairs, and they all had a man or a woman seated on the floor next to them. Damon sat down and indicated my seat on a small cushion on the floor. "On your knees." He said. On the dais in the middle of the room were an assortment of chains, and leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling. There were what looked like whips, and chains and strange objects on a wall near the dais. There was also a cross with leather cuffs on the arms of it. No one was on the dais; everyone was just looking at it. Music began, and I had heard it before. A part of my mind struggled to remember where I had heard it. I could almost hum it, but then it was gone. I looked at the chains hanging from the ceiling and all those leather cuffs, and I wanted to run as fast as I could. Of course I didn't. I was powerless at this point in time. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. Damon wiped it with his finger and then licked it off. "No tears little one. The time for regret is gone. Now, you must accept." He stood up and led me to the dais. Turned me so all could see me. I heard the applause; it was polite, and refined. He indicated to someone standing near the back wall. "Strip her, and then cuff her." The big man came forward, and stripped me of the cat suit. He made me leave my shoes on. I had on no underwear. I was terrified. I could hear whimpering, a low keening sound. Was it I? The man took my hand and led me to a low bench on the dais, it was suspended my thick chains. He made me lie down, and then he took each of my arms and put them in the fur lined leather cuffs, and tightened them down. In spite of my fear, I could feel myself get wet. He did the same to my feet. He positioned me so that only the bench supported my back. My ass, and my head hung free. My arms and legs held high by the chains. He stepped back. Damon came forward. "Who would have her?" He asked quietly. "I shall share her this one time, for any one person who is brave enough to take her." He sent his challenge across the room. I saw a hulking man come forward. His head was bald, his face pockmarked. He was dressed in a suit, but looked like he would be more comfortable in biker's leathers. His neck was tattooed all the way up his scalp. "I shall give her the indoctrination, if you wish Damon." Damon nodded then leaned over me. "It will be over soon. Then it is just you, and I." The man didn't take off his clothes. He smiled at me as he touched my face. "You are a beauty." He said. He nodded to the man by the wall, " A strap." The man handed him a strap. I could only see it upside down, it seemed to be about an inch thick, and maybe two feet long, like a belt, without a buckle. He snapped it a few times, making me jerk. I felt the first lash come across my skin. I jumped as it stung my flesh. He laughed as he brought it down again, and again, and again. I was sobbing by the time he was done. My tears fell onto the carpeted floor. I didn't understand the intense need I had between my legs. I lay there for sometime, and the room was silent. I looked up and Damon was standing over me. "You did well. I will reward you for that." He took off his jacket, and his shirt, he then removed his pants and shoes. He was standing before me nude, and beautiful. The sight of him made me want to weep again. His hands loosened my hair. I prefer your hair down. His lips brushed against the welts on my skin. His fingers were soft against my breasts. His touch was familiar to me. It was as if I had been here before, with Damon. His penis was scorching hot against my skin. "Brutus beat you good, and you cried, but you took it." He whispered to me as he released my hands, then my feet and helped me up. The room was empty. I stared to ask where everyone went. He put his finger to my mouth and shook his head, "Shhhh" he said. "come." He led me his hand taking mine thru a doorway into a room that looked familiar to me. I had been here. I had been here. It was like a mantra that played in my mind, over and over again. "You are awake, you must decide do you want me?" I can not seduce you this third time, you must choose." He stood before me, perfection, and body molded in marble it seemed. His penis was erect and so big. I wanted to touch him. I took a step forward and something stopped me. A voice behind me, a quiet voice telling me to run away, to run far and fast. I began to turn toward the door. I saw something in his eyes. A sense of loss. It pulled me back. I walked to him. I laid my hand on his cheek. I took his chin and turned his face toward mine and kissed him. It crashed down on me like an avalanche. Memories. Nights with a being I could not describe. Nights filled with passion and pain, and miracles. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. "I belong to you." He smiled back at me and picked me up, throwing me on the bed. He loomed over me, as a man, and he plunged into me as a man. I held on to the bedposts, and let him ram into me as a man. His dick filled me up and more. He roared and I saw a flicker of change in his eyes. Then the yellow flare died, and he fell down upon me. He smiled at me and said, "No, I belong to you." Forgotten Choices note: this is simply a prelude to a story idea that was going round in my mind. I have never submitted a story before and therefore would be extremely interested in feedback. This first chapter contains no sexual contact, but that begins in chapters 2-3. The chapters would also get significantly longer after this one. * Regardless of how well the plan had been analysed, there were still minor implications. It's only to be expected really, when only one man is on his first time mission. For one, the reality of a situation is always rather different, to the plans made in one's head. For two, it's very easy to misjudge your own abilities. Mark misjudged his strength. When he grabbed her, he wasn't quite strong enough to completely muffle all her sobs and screams, at least not whilst trying to pin her flailing arms against her body, and pull her into the shadows. Sitting exhausted in the vehicle he had acquired for this important day, Mark let his mind wonder back to how he had begun his conquest. How he had first met the wonderful piece that was finally restrained and gagged in the windowless van. The plan had been made quickly, after meeting Melisa on an online chat room, Mark had spent so little time conversing with her, before the wheels in his head started turning, all leading up to the event. They had got on remarkably well, mostly talking about mundane day to day life, venting about their problems; and Mark allowed Mel to vent and complain and learn to trust him, and look for him, and rely on him. It wasn't long before she had been calling him every hour or so, asking for conformation of an expectation, or if he could help her decide about one thing or another. Simple things that occur when you first delve into the online depths that are known more commonly as BDSM. Mel wasn't sure what to think at first, only going online to explore some fantasies she'd recently been having. Meeting Mark in the chat room just seemed perfect. He seemed so in control, and reliable and down to earth. How wrong she had been. At first, it was just play "No Cumming without permission, pet" or "you will be in bed by 11pm tonight," simple things, but had made Melisa ooze with satisfaction, and of course there had been no problems. He had not asked her to do anything that required any major changes or disruptions to her life. He had then begun to slightly increase his demands, testing the waters one may say. "I want you to wear your vibrator on low today, all day at work," or "today you will clean your entire house, top to bottom." Or even "you have thirty minutes to strip and send me a picture of you naked except for the highest pair of heels you have." Having only so recently started exploring her interests in this Dominant/submissive environment, some of these demands made her feel a little uneasy and outside her comfort zone, but to the most part she complied. Until she got a text with the latest command. "Tomorrow you will meet me at the coffee shop down the road from where you work." When Mark hadn't got a reply from Melisa by 10pm, he called, and she reluctantly answered. "i-I'm really sorry Mark, but I don't think I want this after all. It's too soon to be meeting up with you; I don't know you well enough yet. I'm sorry it's all gone too fast, I can't do this. I'm sorry." The line went dead. Mark pondered the whirlwind relationship, and decided he wasn't ready for it to end. In fact he thought, who was SHE to decide when it ended. And THAT is when the plan became more fully formed. He was aware he would have to be very careful when abducting the girl. Of course he would also need to do some work on his living conditions. It started off with a simple trip to the local DIY store. He picked up an array of chain and nuts and bolts and various padlocks. His house was a way out of town, and no one tended to pass by there, so soundproofing needed was minimal. The basement was perfect for what he needed. He walked in and surveyed the empty basement. What would, soon enough, no longer be a wasted space, he emptied out the bags he had just brought back from the DIY store. Picking up some chains he began the task of roughly measuring out length's, bolting them to the ceiling so the height meant he could bind her hands up high, at what should be a level just high enough for her to be on tiptoes. He bound other lengths at various places to the wall plotting out the scenarios in which he could use her. He also added heavy duty locks to any openings in the room. Once he got her in, Mel was not going to leave him that easily this time. Mark decided not to particularly furnish the basement, "she can earn the privilege of blankets and warmth," he thought. Next he went on a long trip to a rather specialist store. He picked up an array of items to bring his new girl into line. He bundled them away, to get out at the earliest convenience from a cupboard placed just outside the door to the basement. And that was the living space prepared. All that was left was to decide how to grab the girl. Melisa had moved to England from a remote village in Malaysia, her parents had moved for a once in a lifetime job opportunity not long before she was conceived, but she had never been able to fit in with other girls and had decided to move back to England to study, where she ultimately stayed. It would take a long time before her parents tried to get into contact with her, and if they couldn't, it would be even longer before they even considered something might have happened to their precious daughter. She hadn't made any true friends either, so no one would particularly notice her absence. The only massive problem Mark faced was getting her to his basement, without anyone noticing the actual snatching. He chose a Friday night, giving him two days to arrange emergency resignation emails to her boss. Money wasn't a problem; Mark sailed off inheritance he had received a few years ago. He knew that on Friday, Mel always went to the local Chinese takeout for dinner, usually at about 8pm, as it was winter, he knew it would be easily pitch black by that time and so he just had to find the optimal place to park the van he had procured. He drove around the route she would walk on Wednesday, noticing an optimally placed faulty streetlamp, right near a small back alley which he could just squeeze the van down. He fitted his van with restraints and gags and then began waiting. Friday finally came, and he was prepared. The wait until she would be there was antagonising, he parked down the planned alley, and waited, and watched. And then he saw her! He crept out behind her and shoved his hand over her mouth in one lightening, fluid motion, she struggled and he tried his best to both restrain her arms, and keep her deadly quiet. She bruised him badly with her struggles, but she was no match for his 6'2 ex-rugby frame. And he slowly but surely inched her towards her future.