Dark Fantasy/Fiction contains FemDom/Bondage : CAPTIVE : Part 1
He awoke abruptly with his wrists handcuffed above his head to a wrought-iron
bedpost, trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden force of sunlight peering in
through the window. He had no memory of the evening before and wondered how much
he had drunk to wake up in a strange room bound to a bed.
While he struggled against his bonds he realized that he was indeed
handcuffed and there was no way he was able to free himself. Panic took over
when he also noticed that his shirt was gone and his pants also gone, ripped
from his body and his nether regions were exposed for all to see (or more
accurately the person who decided to abduct him and use him against his will) .
Confusion and pain seared through his head as he tried to lift himself off
the bed but to no avail. His wrists were cuffed so tightly he thought he would
pass out again from the pain and numbness which were surely waiting for him
after several hours of being bound. He tried to glance around the room from his
vantage point and noticed a door on one side and on the other another door
leading to what he assumed to be a closet. The window behind the bed was
streaming the late morning sunlight through the black drapes caught back with
gold nylon, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to see the window from where he was
being held captive.
At that moment the door on the left opened and in walked in a woman who was
of average height (made by the shiny black stiletto heels) and had long dark red
hair that was flowing down her back. The woman appeared to be in her mid to late
twenties but she could have been older for all her victim knew.
“I see you’re awake….that’s good…you didn’t go quietly in the night…although I
had my doubts,” the woman said with a sickening smile.
“Can you please unlock me, I promise I won’t hurt you,” the victim pleaded while
trying to struggle to gain freedom.
“Oh, I’m not worried about what you are going to do to me,“ the woman replied
plaintively. “You should be worried about what I’m going to do to you.” she
She then walked over to the side of the bed where her male victim lay helpless
and nude, admiring his good looks. Not bad, she thought giving him a once over
now that he was completely awake and sober no thanks to the scopolamine she
managed to slip into his beer the night before.
Her victim was a tall man, mid thirties, about six feet maybe six one or two
at the most, long blond hair and blue/green eyes. Slender in build yet defined
with a hint of muscle in his arms which still struggled to get free. Not a
chance in Hades, she laughed to herself. He is mine totally til I decide to
dispose of him.
“Are those handcuffs too tight for you, Slave?“ she asked , immensely
enjoying seeing this gorgeous man bound to her bed and to be used however she
He continued to beg, plead and tried to free himself from this calm woman whose
green eyes seemed devoid of any emotion except for the gleam of excitement in
“Please, let me go, I promise you again I won’t hurt you, I haven’t done
anything to you.” he pleaded in vain. “Yes, they’re too tight, they’re hurting
my wrists,” the victim complained.
“Good,” She responded without even glancing at him, just irritated by his
whining. Only then she decided to take pity on this poor excuse of a man .
“All right! Fine! I’ll loosen the cuffs just a little bit, after all I can’t
have you passing out from poor circulation on me, but I’m warning you…if you so
much as scream or fight me I will have to sedate you and gag you again,” the
“Oh thank you, thank you,” the man breathed a sigh of relief as his beautiful
captor strolled over to where he was trapped. He took note of how meticulously
she worked over him, loosening his handcuffs ever so slightly but still so tight
so he couldn’t escape no matter how hard he struggled and strained.
With a slap across her victim’s beautiful yet astonished face, he was stunned
into silence. “That will teach you to be quiet when I tell you to!” She said to
him as if he was an unruly child. “You will not speak unless I speak to you
first, is that clear, Slave?”
“Y-yes….I understand,” he whispered, now frightened of what this woman was
capable of doing now that he was trapped for what seemed like an eternity when
in reality it was only for one day.
“Good boy,” The woman replied, now satisfied she had a compliant man in her bed,
maybe not so willing to please her at this time but will as soon as she was
finished with him.
The woman stood at the foot of the bed watching her captive, all the while
admiring her handiwork and the fact that her victim was now bent to her will
with no escape plan in sight. She let out an audible sigh then shook her head,
keeping her expression calm and unreadable, yet her eyes betrayed her emotion.
They were cold and hard and mean.
The slave lay helplessly bound and frightened by his captor’s swing of mood.
One moment nasty and cold, the next she was almost gentle and loving with the
flick of her green orbs that were staring at him curiously. As if she wasn’t
exactly sure why she decided to abduct him in the first place, maybe she made a
mistake. After all he was a decent sized guy, over six feet tall, and built to
perform (in her eyes, performance is a major feat and must be carried out
perfectly). But for now he was her captive, her slave, her victim to use and
abuse any way she wanted to.
His mind worked fast, trying to think of a way to escape, but obviously his
Mistress already saw this coming, for she left the room for a second to get a
high backed chair to sit in while she blocked the door. “Don’t make me gag you
again,” she warned with a smile, but that smile held a hint of malice as her
victim started to whimper and cry softly, tears running down his cheeks in vain
since he couldn’t exactly wipe them away, At no time she felt any sympathy for
this slave in her bed.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP I SAID!”, she screamed at him while marching over to where
he lay. “Shut up or I will beat you senseless, don’t think I won’t do it!” she
hissed. She then pulled out a dirty rag from the pocket of her black dress and
jammed it into his mouth while slapping him hard across the face again. Jesus
Christ, she thought…and I thought he was going to be one of the easier ones!
Stunned again into silence, he could only nod his head which was beginning to
hurt with each slap she gave him and his arms were growing tired from being
handcuffed all day and night. At this point all he could was wait until she
decided to free him, but of course that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Not
while she was enjoying her power over him!
She then decided she was bored with just watching him, so she got up from her
post at the door and stepped out of the room momentarily to retrieve her big
black goodie bag which held certain tools to ensure the fact he wasn’t going to
try and run from her. “Don’t you go anywhere now,” she laughed mirthlessly as
she disappeared for a moment.
The bound man just lay there feeling resigned to the fact that he was a slave
and in not in any time soon he was going to be running away from this beautiful
yet deranged woman. He just lay there for what seemed like forever trying to
make sense of what happened to him over the past twelve hours or so.
The last thing he remembered as he worked it over in his mind is that he was
leaving the bar after feeling a bit queasy after drinking his fourth or fifth
beer. Then all was blank, and he woke up trapped in this bed, he had no
recollection of meeting the woman or anyone else for that matter. He had no way
of knowing at the time she was stalking him for quite awhile or that he was her
When she returned from wherever she was in the big house, she was carrying a
huge black strap with duct tape wrapped around the handle. Just the sight of it
made his heart pound with fear…and his maleness grow with arousal. Something he
didn’t quite expect, but whatever worked to gain something in his favor.
Sympathy? A good fucking? Maybe. But now he just felt his blood run cold and he
would have trembled had he not been bound and gagged like the slave boy he
turned out to be.
“I’m going to undo your cuffs so I can turn you over, but I’m warning you again,
if you try to fight me or scream, or try to resist in any way, I will not only
beat you but I will cause permanent damage to you and your ego, understood?” she
He just nodded slightly, feeling euphoric for a split second while she leaned
over him to undo his bonds and to give him a clear view of her generous cleavage
which spilled out from her tight black dress, and to inhale the fresh, clean
scent of her skin from her rose petal bath she took recently. She then abruptly
climbed on top of him putting one strong knee on his sternum to make sure he
wasn’t going to get up and get one over on her.
“Stay put, or else!” she growled softly in his ear, while causing additional
arousal from his member.
She had him uncuffed for a second while she gently turned him over on his
stomach, but this time restraining his hands with nylon stocking above his head.
He lay there feeling discomfort while he strained his pelvis to the mattress.
For a delirious second he felt mischievous and had the urge to grind himself
against the bed, but it was short lived.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” she roared as she snatched her strap from her
bag of goodies, and brought it down sharply against his backside. The pain
seared right through him and his body grew limp with the shock and force of the
beating that was taking place. “TAKE IT ALL, YOU FUCKING WIMP, YOU WORTHLESS
BASTARD!” she screamed at him.
Shocked into submission all he could do was just lay there and feel aroused
as she brought down the strap against his back again, feeling the sting of her
whip only made his cock harder and he grit his teeth against the gag in his
mouth. At that moment his back was on fire with the pain searing though him, but
for a split second he felt good until the third lash against him was harder than
the first two.
“That’s it, take it…take the sting of my whip Slaveboy,” she breathed heavily as
she continued the beating that further humiliated him. “Yes, I know you want it,
you want me to abuse you, don’t you?” she asked rhetorically, not expecting an
answer since he was still gagged.
All he could do was just lay on his stomach taking her physical and verbal abuse
all the while feeling his dick get harder with each bite of the strap. He let
out a moan as she abruptly stopped whipping him, to inspect her damage inflicted
on this helpless being of a man. There was several welts developing on his back
and his ass cheeks , some were bleeding quite profusely.
She decided that enough was enough for one afternoon and she again left the
room for a few moments to decide on her next course of action, while he stayed
in that position like a frightened boy.
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