Karis groaned quietly as she was wakened by the pounding in her head, struggling to bring herself to consciousness. She couldn't recall drinking anything, or even getting into a fight; the source of her discomfort was a strange mystery to her. Her world was blurred and indistinct, like being rudely roused from a deep slumber you didn't want to rise from. She tried reaching up to massage the pain from her head, but was having trouble getting her limbs to respond to her.
It was then she noticed that she didn't recognize her surroundings... and that she'd been stripped naked.
"Wha..?" Karis groaned in confusion, feeling as though she ought to have been concerned or distressed by her predicament, but unable to muster anything more than drowsy incomprehension. She tried her arms again, but rather than get them up, they tugged back down away from her. There was pressure around her wrists, and she tried her legs, instead. Her muscles responded sluggishly, as if reluctant to obey her commands, stripped of all vigor as she was of clothing.
Another confused groan and she blinked her eyes into focus. She felt so groggy and tired, but fought against the fatigue and tried her limbs again. Dimly, she realized they weren't just exhausted, but... stuck, somehow?
What is this..? Karis thought, turning her head slowly to try and see what she was caught on. Before she could look over her shoulder, she felt something heavy press between her shoulder blades, a hand pushed her cheek against the cold floorboards.
"You're awake earlier than expected." Came a man's voice behind her. Like the slow dawning of an early morning's sky, Karis began to realize what was happening to her. The hand left her face, and she felt a sharp tug on her wrists. Her senses were dull and sluggish, and based on the man's statement, she reasoned she had been drugged. How? I make my own food, my own drink, I don't understand...
Karis tried struggling again, but by now, it was too late. Her wrists had been bound firmly together, offering no hope of escape. "What... are you doing..?" Karis whimpered, though she had meant to sound threatening or demanding. Her voice betrayed her rising anxiety in spite of her best efforts. She tried to look at him again, but he shoved her face against the boards again, putting more pressure on her back as he leaned forward.
"Stay down. Don't speak." The man growled, his breath falling hot against her cheek. There was no malice in his tone, but she sensed the edge of a threat looming there. When she seemed to comply, he gave her cheek a pat and the pressure relieved. "I'm almost done."
Fear and confusion warred within her. With no recourse, Karis tried to take in her surroundings, willing her eyes to focus. She couldn't find any furnishings, just an unmarked crate with the handle of some tool just visible over the top edge of it. It was dimly lit, the air filled with a light dust that she could see wafting slowly through the single ray of moonlight penetrating a high window too small or narrow for even her slight frame to squeeze through.
Karis groaned and arched as he pulled her elbows together, squeezing them tight in the grip of one hand as something coarse looped around them, alternating above and below. Rope, she realized, binding her further, deepening her helplessness. She tried struggling harder, but knew it was pointless, now; she had no hope of squirming free of the cruel armbinder he'd bound her in.
"Stop..." Karis croaked, her throat constricting in discomfort and anxiety. "Please, stop this, you're hurting m--" Smack! The sound penetrated the stifling silence of whatever dank cellar she was being bound in, her ass stinging from the impact of his hand.
"I said to be quiet." The man growled, the threat more evident now. Karis squirmed uselessly beneath him, and cried out as he pulled hard on the knots binding her, tightening them painfully. Her shoulders strained in protest. Another smack! to the same cheek, and then suddenly the pressure on her back vanished.
"I'm sorry..! I don't understand, please, just let me gffmmpph!" Karis' words were stolen from her as a thick wad of cloth was forced into her mouth. Before she could try ejecting it, another coil of rope was used to keep it in place. Karis tried to scream through the gag, to protest, to throw curses - anything to keep frustrated tears from reaching her eyes.
She tried rolling onto her side, but he righted her and gave her ass another slap, harder than before. "Stay. Still." He snared, and for good measure, slapped her ass once more to drive the point home. "You weren't supposed to wake up yet. I hate it when they struggle." When she tried turning her head again, once more he shoved her face against the floor.
"You're a proud one. Stupid bitch, you'll learn your place soon." He spat on her cheek, and Karis instinctively squeezed her eyes shut, disgusted. She kicked her legs, and he laughed. "Have it your way, then."
He got up again, and Karis squirmed. Vitality was returning to her, but not enough for her to move with the amount of swiftness she would need to try and fight back in some way. If she could just knock him down, even like this, she might get away. Shoulders burning in discomfort, Karis rocked and rolled herself over so she could get her feet beneath her, crying out through the gag from what felt like a titanic effort on her part. She knew he would hurt her again for disobeying, but she couldn't just lay there and do nothing.
Karis briefly caught a glimpse of elven features, her eyes too slow to focus on his face before she was plunged into darkness. He tied the strip of cloth tight, blinding her before he turned to wrestled with her legs. Her captor was chuckling as he sat on her hips. "I prefer them shaven, but a little hair never stopped me." He remarked, followed by a sharp slap to her exposed cunt. Instinctively she closed her legs, and he wrapped an arm around her limbs, trapping them against his chest. He'd wanted her to do that, she realized.
No amount of struggling in her state would avail her now, but she tried to undermine his efforts as best as she could. She tried to buck him off with her hips, to pull either one of her legs free, to roll, but all in vain. He bound her ankles together first, then her knees in the same fashion as he had done her elbows until she couldn't pull them apart. With her bondage complete, he stood to admire his handiwork. Karis squirmed uselessly on the floor, muffled protests eaten by the cloth in her mouth, her vehemence so strong that she'd managed to drool a little from her effort to voice her displeasure.
Bound, gagged and blinded, Karis was certain she made for a pitiful sight. Much more shameful was her state of undress, the knowledge of her exposure coloring her cheeks. She couldn't do anything to hide from him, couldn't even tell what her captor was doing. Presently, she heard him moving, and never ceased testing her bonds with growing strength as whatever he had drugged her with ran its course.
"Let me tell you how this is going to work." The dark-skinned elf said, speaking calmly now that she was utterly helpless. "I'm going to give you a taste of my desire. You're going to learn your place at my feet, and when I finish with you, I'm going to release you. Naked and unarmed, but free all the same." His footsteps approached, and he rolled her onto her back, holding her there with his foot on one shoulder.
"Resist and fight all you want, but you'll learn that this is your purpose. You're nothing but prey to me. A piece of meat to be used and discarded however my whims desire. When my need arises again - and it will, I promise you - I will find you again. And again... and again... until you no longer want to leave my side."
Tears slid down Karis' cheeks now as she began to understand her predicament. Inwardly she vowed to fight this monster if a man to the bitter end, to entice him towards violence in place of violation, but she feared that wouldn't be possible. He sounded as though she were not his first victim.
She let out a muffled yelp when he grabbed her face in one hand, pulling her up slightly before spitting again. It fell against the blindfold and her cheek, and he let her head drop from his grasp. There was the rustling of fabric and the familiar sound of leather scraping against a buckle. Karis knew it was his belt that he wrapped around her neck, using it as a makeshift choker and leash, and rolled her onto her front again.
Something hard and hot fell against her hands, but she couldn't shy away from it. Something wet gathered in Karis' palm, disgusting her. There was no way to wipe it away. Her captor sawed his cock against her hand. "Grip it, gently." He tugged on the belt, constricting her throat a touch to make her gasp. "Be good, and this won't hurt more than it has to."
Karis was reluctant to obey, and the man delivered on his threat, tightening the belt around her neck until she couldn't suck in any air. She squirmed in fitful jerks, tears welling in her eyes once more. Struggling harder, Karis did everything in her power to slip her bonds, fighting with the sudden adrenalin surge of survival instinct. Her lungs burned and she finally gave up, wrapping her hands around the cock still waiting for her.