Bound

The trunk clicks open. I blink my eyes as they adjust to the light. Two pairs of hands reach in, gripping my duct taped arms and legs, lifting me up and out with ease. I look around trying to take in any details as I'm hoisted onto the shoulders of one of the men again.

We're surrounded by forest, somewhere remote. I'm being carried inside a large house - no house isn't right, its closer to mansion. My heart pounds in my chest as I'm carried down long corridors and up staircases. I hang loosely over the mans shoulder, one of his hands curled up onto the small of my back to steady me. Id learnt struggling got me nowhere earlier.

Finally we pause at a door. The second man knocks, theres a long pause, then a deep voice from the other side speaks one word - "enter". I'm carried inside, not yet able to see the room as my head is pointing in reverse. Suddenly im flicked off the mans shoulder and dumped on the floor.

"Mmmph!!" I squeal out as i roll sideways along the floor, helpless to control myself, until i finally settle face down on my stomach, bound arms behind my back above me. My hair, still wet from the earlier rain, sticks to the side of my face.

I slowly raise my head up from the ground. Before me, in a large elaborate cushioned armchair, sits a tall muscular man. He must be at least 6 foot 2, with a shaved bald head and short stubbley beard. His eyes look fierce but calculating. His strong muscular body is covered by an expensive suit and dress shirt, three buttons of which are undone exposing his chest and a metal chain.

His head tilts down to look at me, and my heart skips a beat.

"So this is the girl you told me about on the phone?"

"That's right, boss" one of the men answers. His voice sounds shaky, almost nervous.

"Interesting." The boss raises his eyebrow, one hand reaching to a nearby shelf and picking up a short 4 inch blade. My eyes go wide with panic and i start to struggle against my bonds. The boss moves to kneel over me, one hand gripping my wrists to hold me still.

This is it, he's going to murder me, what was I thinking running off alone at night!

I feel the blade cold against my skin as it slips between my arms and against the duct tape on my wrists, slicing it and freeing me. The boss quickly and efficiently repeats the motion on my ankles, not wasting a single motion, and swiftly pivots back into his armchair. I blink up at him in shock, not moving a muscle.

"Well go on girl, my time is valuable. Take that thing off your mouth and tell me your name." He gestures at my duct tape gag with the pointy end of the blade, his words holding an authoritative finality about them.

I swivel round to sit on my bum, legs bent to the side of me, and pull the tape from my mouth with a wince. Rubbing my wrists and brushing my hair out of my face, I look up to the boss again, eyes meeting his.

"My name is Em"

"It appears you've stumbled upon a world an innocent girl like you should never have seen, Em."

I feel my cheeks flush a little at being called innocent, although I'm not sure why it bothers me so much. "Please, you've got to let me go. I want say a word to anyone about all this. It'll be like it never happened."

The boss leans back into his armchair, his gaze hardening. "No Em. You've got this all confused. You're not in a position to be demanding anything." He raises his left hand and signals something with two of his fingers. "Around here, my word is law. You would do well to learn that lesson swiftly... for your own sake".

I hear heavy footsteps as the two men that brought me here step up either side of me. Each man grabs one of my wrists, dragging it up towards the ceiling. I clumsily stumble to my feet, gasping out in surprise as I fight to find my balance and break out of their grip. They raise my hands up towards the ceiling, shoulder width apart, where they begin to wrap my wrists with short lengths of rope that hang there. The rope wraps around my wrists, across my palm, circling the base of my thumb, getting progressively tighter with each twist and turn. I fight and pull against their effort, crying out "Stop! Don't you dare! You'll regret this!". But my efforts only get me a tighter grip on my arms and quicker work. The men tie the ends of the rope off in tight knots and release me, stepping back.

I'm left hanging there in the centre of the room. My arms stretched up above my head, held shoulder width apart straight up. The rope digs into my skin, not enough to hurt but enough to make me certain no amount of struggling will release me from this bind. Somewhere in the efforts my arms must have been pulled up, as I'm left stood on my tip toes, heels a few inches from the floor. This emulates wearing heels, and my slim athletic body flows as such, my curves accentuated, my soaking wet dress clinging tightly to my figure, barely covering me. My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. Partially from the effort of resisting, but also something else. Could it be... excitement?

And all the while, the boss sits in his armchair, gazing up at me with wry smirk on his face.

"Now you see Em, I have a tough decision to make tonight." He stands effortlessly from his chair, towering above me even when I'm on my tiptoes like this. "I need to decide whether I want to keep you, or discard you like so many before." He begins to circle me, his eyes methodically running up and down my body, making me feel like I'm on inspection. "And it would be negligent of my to make such an important decision, without testing you out a little first." He disappears behind me, my heart racing with anticipation and not being able to see what he is doing. Those few seconds feel like an eternity as I hang here, before he reappears at my other side. "Wouldn't you say so?" He finishes his monologue stood directly before me, body inches from mine, face looking down at me expectingly.

I raise my eyes nervously and slowly up from his muscular chest, to meet his gaze. "Test? What sort of test?". His smile widens. "Now that, at last, is a good question. But I'm not going to tell you. You look far too pretty when you're trying to work out what's coming next." My cheeks flush red with embarrassment. I don't know why this mans words have such an effect on my but I can feel my heart racing at his compliment. He continues, "Oh, I'm getting carried away, where are my manners. Before we get started, I must get you out of these wet clothes."

My eyes go wide as I look up at him in disbelief. "What? No wait leave them on!" I can barely get a sentence out before his swift movement has manoeuvred the blade in his hand underneath the right strap of my dress, slicing through it effortlessly. The dress falls away from my body on that side, almost down to the nipple, exposing my cleavage. Its now held up by just the left strap. "Wait wait wait, we can talk about this!" My protests ignored as i watch him move the blade and slice the second strap, grabbing the material and pulling it down with such fierce energy that my breasts bounce as they're pulled free. Fuck, why did i pick today of all days not to wear underwear? I'm left standing there completely naked. The boss raises an eyebrow. The guards behind me whistle and cheer, adding to my humiliation as my cheeks burn red.

"No underwear? Who would have thought my new toy was such a slut." He chuckles as he moves to a draw reaching for something. "I am not!!" I protest, but I cant deny the excitement coursing through me as the cold air hits my bare exposed skin.

"Do you know what this is?" he asks, holding up a wand vibrator. My eyes go wide and I nod my head, watching him approach me again with it and a length of rope. "ofcourse you do" he teases, winking at me as he loops the rope around my thigh. In no time at all he has fixed the thing to my thigh, the head pushed up into my pussy. "The one final test little toy, is I want to hear how nicely you can moan for me" he whispers into my ear, the heat of his breath sending a shiver through me. And before I get a chance to reply he flicks it on.

Intense vibrations immediately pulse through me. I have to bite my lower lip to stop myself moaning out, determined not to give him the satisfaction. I try pulling my arms down to get to the vibrator, tugging at the ropes to no use. "How long do you really think you can hold it in?" the boss teases me with a chuckle. My breathing is getting hotter and heavier as I use all my willpower to hold in my pleasure, feeling my pussy getting wetter and wetter as the vibrations relentlessly tear through me. I try shifting my hips, lifting one leg, repositioning, nothing gives me any relief. Finally I can't resist any longer and a breathy loud moan of pleasure escapes my lips.

The guards watching from behind me whoop and cheer, further adding to my humiliation. My eyes flick up to meet the bosses gase, moans and gasps escaping uncontrollably from my lips as I feel an orgasm build. "please... i cant take it... its too much..." i gasp out between breathes, he just stares back with a knowing smile. My legs begin to tremble, my eyes rolling back, pleasure overwhelms me.

I cum. Hard. Screaming out. Body shaking. Squirting over the vibrator. Legs going weak. Hanging by my arms.

I feel the vibrator switch off. Looking up I notice the boss standing directly before me now. "Good girl" he says, brushing a wet strand of hair from my face, leaning down and kissing me on the forehead.

"Guards, untie her and take her to her quarters to rest. I'll be keeping this toy for quite some time."

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Hi hope you enjoyed part 2! Slow progress writing this as I keep distracting myself while I do - oops. Leave a comment and let me know what you'd like to see happen in the next part.

Em xoxo