I lay on the bed slowly waking up. My head seemed fuzzy and groggy. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly against the abnormally bright lights in the room. I moved my hand to cover my eyes from the light, but instead I found I couldn't move my hand. I couldn't even move my arm.
I was forced into the reality of my situation of waking up frozen with fear. I tried to move, but instead I found that I couldn't move at all. I seemed to be tied down to what ever I was on. Panic was setting in. I tried to move, only to find that I couldn't. It seemed to me that my ankles were strapped down, but not together. They were spread wide apart. I gulped in a deep breath realizing my arms were stretched straight out to the sides I could feel the wide cuffs on my wrists. Somehow I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to escape. Which only made me wiggle and squirm more trying to escape my confinement? I took a deep breath in, and that was when I realized there was also some kind of strap across my chest – more like under my breasts. My bare breasts, I realized!
It was time to panic now. My mind was now racing as to why I was nude and strapped down on a table of some sort. My eyes popped open as I looked around the room, a room I had never seen before.
As I turned my head to the left, I saw a setup that looked like a showroom bedroom and living room. It contained a four poster canopy bed with red satin bedding. The bed had mounds of pillows of different shapes all done in black and white. A small living room suit was to the side furnished with black leather furniture. It was picture perfect, not a thing out of place.
As I turned my head to the other side of the room, what I saw scared the hell out of me and made me gulp for a breath of air. There were different benches and other things I couldn't even begin to recognize or name. I couldn't even begin to wonder why there was a large wooden cross on the wall. I didn't even want to begin to imagine what this room was used for. Everything was painted black, and looked medieval and frightening.
So I did the only thing that I could do. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited. I hoped this was a dream. I prayed that I would wake up soon. But deep down inside myself I already knew the answer. It wasn't a dream. This was reality. It was happening to me, and I had been abducted. This was something that happened to other people on the news, but never to someone like me. I could only hope that someone would rescue me. And I prayed that who ever took me would take pity on me and let me go. So I waited and I waited for what seemed like an eternity.
At last I heard the door open and close again and the echo of footsteps as someone walked across the tiled floor. Fear was my first instinct. Then anger set in quickly. Soon I was raving pissed off mad, at the person who had brought me here. My eyes squinted and went directly to the figure walking towards me. I looked at the well dressed man right in the eyes, not recognizing him. I spoke sharply to him. "Who the fuck are you? Let me go now!" I struggled against the restraints. I tried not to let my embarrassment of being nude and in a vulnerable position show.
The man clasped his hands behind his back and continued to walk around the windowless room. He spoke with a slow and very deliberate tone. "Feeling a little angry right now?"
I waited till he was close enough to me and I spit on him. "You're a bastard! Let me go you fucking bastard!" My voice was dripping with venom.
"My, my, my, what a nasty tongue you have today." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Well now little lady, that could be just a slight problem for you." He cocked his head to the side as he looked at me. He removed a hanky from his pocket and whipped the spit off himself as he spoke. "You see, this is your new home." He spread his arms wide apart showing the room off. "One of my clients has taken a fancy to you, and he has paid me quite well to acquire you for him."
"Oh that is just sick. I'm not your whore! You... you... freak!!!" I screeched at him.
He turned on his heel and he spoke as he walked away. "I'll be back later when you have calmed down enough to listen to me, and listen quietly." He rang a buzzer, and the door opened to let him out, shutting with a loud thud behind him.
So I screamed out my anger to the now empty room. "Get your ass back here you asshole! I want to talk with you now! Not later, do you hear me? Let's talk now! Damnit! Damnit! Damnit! You're a fucking son of a bitch! You bastard! Let's talk now! Fuck You!" I twisted and turned as I screamed, fighting the restraints that held me down to the table.
As my screams faded into the silence I realized that I had tears falling down the sides of my face. I realized only then that my situation seemed hopeless for the moment. Taking deep breaths to calm myself only reminded me more of my situation.
So once again I waited. I waited to be told what my fate would be. I waited to be freed from my restraints. I waited for something. I waited for anything to happen. And yet I continued to wait even longer.
At last the door opened once again, and the same man entered once again. "Have you calmed down now?" I can always gag you if you can't control your tongue." His evil laugh rang in my ears.
I bit my lip as I took in a deep breath and thought my words out carefully. I was confused and angry, but I tried to hide as much of those emotions as I could. So instead, I pleaded. "Why can't you just let me go? What is going to happen to me?"
He laughed as he sat down on the sofa across the room. "Now, isn't that much better? See you can be nice. Would you like to be released so you can sit more comfortably over here?" As an afterthought he added. "And no you haven't been violated in any way." Under his breath he added a simple, "Yet."
"Please," I almost begged.
"If I do let you go, you must promise to behave. Otherwise I'll call in my thugs and you will find yourself stripped once again and flat on your back right back on that table." He sneered at me, putting extra emphasis on the word "thugs."
"Just let me go," I asked him, adding a soft "please," hoping to earn bonus points.
"Well, since you asked so nicely, I might be able to let you out of your restraints." He got up off the sofa and walked to one of the doors by the bed, removing a pale pink satin looking robe.
He walked towards me carrying the robe, draping it over my legs as he unbuckled all the restraints that held me down. I just lay there until he finished and helped me to sit up. Handing me the robe, I stood and put it on as quickly as I could. Feeling dizzy on my feet, I reached back to hold onto the table so I wouldn't fall. He seemed to sense this and helped to stabilize me. I rubbed my hand over my face and nodded, and he helped me walk across the room and sit down on the sofa.
He made sure I was comfortable before sitting in the love seat across from me and continuing the conversation. "Now, isn't this much better?"
I was feeling a bit lost and confused. I closed my eyes, wiped my face with my hand, rubbing my eyes as I took a deep breath before speaking. "So, would you please tell me why I'm here? When can I go home?"
"Well, as I already told you, I'm a very well known business man with a few interests on the side. That is why I live out here in the country, away from others. My ladies that are here are very well cared for. And you will learn to like it here."
Now I was even more confused than ever. "You mea to tell me, that I won't be leaving here? You're going to make me your whore?" Somehow I just couldn't resist my spiteful tongue and so I lashed out by saying, "One woman isn't good enough for you? You need a whole harem of them to satisfy your needs?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. "Now this is where you are the one who is a little confused. You are not going to be one of my women. My slave Kayla takes care of my needs very well. Instead you will be one of the kept women of one of my clients. He's also a good personal friend of mine, which is why I'm doing him this personal favor. You will remain here until he sees fit to take you away. He has paid me very well to acquire you for him and to keep you here until the time is right for you to leave with him."
My jaw about hit the floor listening to him talk. I swallowed hard, panicking, I almost stuttered, "I will never consent to that! Who the fuck is you're so called client? Do I know him?" I questioned, letting my tail feathers get ruffled once again.
The man stood up and spoke slowly. "No, you don't know him. But he has been watching you for quite some time. And has decided he couldn't wait any longer to train you for his needs." He walked towards another door in the room, and he opened it. "I'm going to leave now. But I suggest that you bathe and prepare yourself for your first meeting with him."
He pointed to the first door he opened to get the robe before continuing. "Your closet is over there, and all the clothing offered you has been personally chosen for you. But for now, after your bath, I might suggest that you put on your robe once again."
Sarcastically I replied. "Oh like I have a big fucking choice in the matter."
"You're going to have to clean up that language for your new Daddy. He is not going to like hearing you talk like that. Unless you are willing to accept his punishments for that foul talking mouth. Hmmmmmmmmm.............."