Hello all! This is my first story here, so please take an easy on me. I keep getting stuck while writing my fantasy novel, so I started this shorter story to keep my creative juices flowing. Originally I planned for this to be just for me, but the further I went I felt like it could be something worth sharing. I already went back and wrote this mini prologue to add some background. If anyone likes the story, let me know and I can start brainstorming a part two! I hope you enjoy!
With love, ObviousNoodle
Disclaimer - Everyone mentioned in the story is over 18 years old. Potential triggers include the prologue mentioning the death of a loved one, and the main story focuses on heavier sexual bondage.
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Prologue
I sat still in my car after arriving home from a stressful job interview and listened to music as tears slipped down my face. Unable to find the will to go inside, I sat and contemplated the hell of my life these past few months. I considered texting someone to let me come over but I already had couch surfed too many times and was starting to infringe on my friends' lives.
My husband was gone. The love of my life taken from me before we had gotten to spend our lives together. I felt like my heart had been ripped out and I could no longer function. I was a hollow shell of who I once was trying to piece my life back together and find a way to support myself on my own.
An hour passed by and my stomach began to growl. I considered finding a drive-thru to pick something up. However, pulling myself together enough to be around other people felt like too much. The thought threatened to push me back over the edge and into the hysterics I had been pushing back all day.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself enough to step out before I spent the night in the car again. I opened the backseat to grab my bags and heard some footsteps behind me. I turned around, but before I could see who it was I felt a needle slip into my arm and I knew no more.
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I woke up blind, disoriented, covered in my own drool, and unable to move. Panic immediately began to set as I tried to change my position. I could feel I was tied naked, with my legs were agonizingly crossed and bound behind my head. My arms were wrapped around the back of my tightly stretched thighs and secured behind my back. A large open gag spread my lips wide and was allowing my drool to slide over my lips and down my chin into my chest where some of it was already pooled.
I forced my focus away from my body and began to try and make out my surroundings. The room was mostly dark, but bright light shone through a crack in what appeared to be the door. Through the light I could make out strange shapes of slightly shifting forms on raised platforms.
The form nearest to me shifted again and my eye caught the motion of hair slightly swinging from the head of the figure.
"Hey!" I tried to shout, but only distorted sound escaped through my gag.
I received no response so I continued to cry out despite knowing most of my words were unintelligible. I was rewarded with more movement from all of the figures, but no other reaction. My bellows became more and more desperate. However, silence was all that greeted my cries.
Suddenly the door opened and bright light shone through to reveal the silhouette of hulking man. He lazily stepped forward and flipped on the lights momentarily blinding me.
"Finally awake I see" he drawled.
Blinking to adjust my eyes I began my begging again this time directing my efforts towards the man. Pausing next to the door for a moment he gazed at me with a predacious smile. In a few short strides he was directly in front of me. Stooping down to bring his face close to mine he whispered "Oh Kara, now that just won't due".
He looked down and to stare at my open sex and I realized how exposed I was. He gave my sex a sharp slap that brought tears to my eyes and promptly walked away.
As he walked away I took advantage of the light and took in what I couldn't make out in the dark. The from my limited view I saw 10-15 people on pedestals and secured in some sort of bondage.
The woman closest to me was slightly suspended above her platform with painful looking breast binds and a wicked looking hook inserted in her anus. Her hair was impossibly long and swung slightly with her stared straight ahead and hung limp in her bondage.
On my other side I saw a woman laying on her back with her knees tied to her chest around an impossibly large pregnant belly and her feet cuffed to a long bar which spread her wide open.
I took in the men and women in the room and forced the panic back down my throat and instead focused back on the man. He was rummaging through some drawers. I watched him for a moment until he found what he wanted and turned around to strut back to my platform.
I stared him down keeping the fear out of my eyes and resisted looking at what he held in his hands. He smiled slightly but his eyes remained cold. He brought up a hand next to his face and shook what he held. My focus shifted to a slightly pointed phallus shaped object with flat wide handle on the other end and three clear tubes that resembled syringes without their needles.