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Chapter 1 - Taken
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It has been a long week at work. On top of the fact that I had to deal with my dickhead of a boss all week, things have seemed intent on getting in my way at every opportunity. So after I clock out on Friday, I stop at the first bar I pass on my way home. It's a run down wreck of a place, but I don't care as long as it has something to take the edge off.
I look around as I walk in, and realize I must be the only person here. Which is fine by me, as I'm really not in the mood for small talk anyway. I sit down at the end of the bar, and a surprisingly sexy bartender walks over. She is short, has perky tits that her shirt is struggling to hold, thick legs and a big round ass. Her wavy brown hair falls down a bit past her shoulders.
My mood must be showing on my face, because she walks over and immediately asks "Rough day at work?" I nod, and she takes that as a sign I'm not in the mood for chatter.
"How about one on the house? I'll make you something special." A little kindness definitely brightens my mood, I smile at her and say "yeah that sounds great, thank you"
She starts mixing, and clearly knows what she's doing. She is grabbing bottles and cans left and right, and I think to myself that she's an awfully skilled bartender for a place as rundown as this.
As she's turned around, I sneak a peek at her ass. The way it's on display with her jeans tight against it tells me she knows what she has going for her. My gaze lingers a moment too long, and I look up and see her reflection in the mirror. She saw every second of that, but she brushes it off, finishes mixing & passes the drink off to me.
"Hope you like it". I give her a nice tip and thank her for the gesture.
As I'm sipping, I'm surprised to be feeling lightheaded so fast. Since when do I get tipsy on half a drink? I chalk it up being tired from work, and think I could use a nice buzz anyway. I turn to the bartender and ask "so what the hell is someone like you doing working here?"
She chuckles, "I'm not sure what you mean?
"Oh come on, yeah you do." I respond. "You could have a job at any bar in this town, and you pick the place that looks like it's about to fall over?"
"Yeah it's not the most glamorous, I'll give you that. But there are some nice perks you can't see from the front."
Very clever, I think. But not wanting to push it any further, I leave things be and finish off my drink. "Sorry if you took offense, I was just surprised to see someone that looks like you in a place like this."
"You mean someone with an ass like mine?" She slyly smiles at me. "I know what this place looks like."
She pauses for a moment. "Hey are you feeling okay? You look a little woozy."
She is right. I can barely see straight, and my legs feel wobbly when I stand up. "Yeah I'll be fine, thank you though. Ugh, I can usually handle my liquor a lot better than this."
I stumble over to the bathroom and push my way in. I pause for a second, thinking it's strange that I don't hear the door swing closed behind me, but I am more focused on making my way to the stall without tipping over. I steady myself against the wall as I make my way there, but before I reach the door I hear a click and feel the chill of cold metal on my wrist. Before I can react, my arm is twisted behind my back, my other wrist is pulled behind me and they're locked together.
I am pushed up against the wall, and before I can yell for help a cloth is held over my mouth and nose. I struggle to get free, but in my wobbly state I can't break loose. I hear a familiar chuckle as everything slowly fades to black.
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Chapter 2 - Bound
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I wake up in darkness, with something covering my eyes. I have no idea where I am, or how long I've been asleep. I try to remember how I got here, but my memory fails me.
I try to lift my hand to take off whatever is covering my eyes, but find my arms tied tightly behind my back. I try to pull them free, and realize my legs are bent at the knees, tied at the ankles and tied to my wrists behind my back. I hear the click of stiletto heels coming toward me and panic, trying to free myself but making no progress.
I hear a familiar sounding female voice "It's about time you woke up for me."
"Where am I? Let me g..."
My protestations are interrupted by a slap to the face, followed by a hand roughly grabbing my chin. I feel warm breath on my face.
"You clearly don't understand the position you're in, so let me fill you in. From this moment forward, you belong to me. You will do what you are told, when you are told. If you disobey, you will be punished. Is that understood?"
"What?? No, let me go!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, not the answer I was looking for. Oh well, nothing a little lesson won't solve."
"No please wait, I'm sor..."
Before I can finish my plea, a gag is shoved into my mouth, tightly pulled around my head and latched. I'm flipped onto my stomach, and my ankles are unbound from my hands and tied to the foot of the bed so I'm lying flat with my legs straight. I feel the tickle of leather on my ass.
"It really didn't have to be like this. I think you're going to regret disobeying me"
The leather is lifted from my ass and then swung down hard, the crack echoes through the room and I squirm as the pain sets in. I plead through my gag but all that comes out are muffled moans.
"Oh he seems to like it, I think he wants a few more."
I scream into the gag and try to squirm away, but with my legs tied to the bed all I manage is to roll onto my side. She easily flips me back into my stomach, swings her leg over me so she is sitting square on my arms, pinning them to my back and facing my legs.
"Is this your way of trying to say no to me?" She grabs a handful of my ass with both hands, then lifts one and slaps it down, HARD.
"Do you still think you can say no to me?"
She lifts the other hand and smacks my other cheek just as hard as the first.
"This is what happens when you disobey me".
She lifts both hands and brings them down in the hardest spank yet. My ass is on fire.
