Hello once again! I hope everyone enjoys. My continued writing will depend mostly on the responses I get from readers, though I am enjoying the story myself. ^-^
This is a bondage / nonhuman / non consent piece. If you do not care for any of these, I would recommend not reading.
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Standing blind, eyes covered by a length of opaque black silk, Dahlia felt small tremors begin in her legs. She was scared, though not without reason. One word continued to reverberate through her mind, over and over again, "Master." The man who had captured her had given Dahlia only this as his name, once she had been shackled by both wrists and ankles somewhere toward the middle of this room. Her evening was not going nearly as well as she had hoped.
There were footsteps near her as the man circled, and Dahlia jerked hard in an attempt to break the bonds which held her. Going out into the world, she had been warned to stay away from pure steel. Now the horrid alloy bound her powers away, leaving her helpless at the hands of some mortal male. Finally, slowly, the initial panic began to fade, and Dahlia assessed her current situation. It was not good, but perhaps she could manage a way out of it.
Just as Dahlia was calming, beginning to take hold of herself, a deep and silky voice broke in on her thoughts. "What were you going to do to me, when you got me here alone?" Ignoring the question, Dahlia began feeling as best she could around the edges of each long cuff with her fingertips. Perhaps there was a latch, something she could use to free herself. The succubus felt her tail snapping back and forth in frustration. The long appendage was very supple, ending not in an arrowhead as most assumed of her kind, but a sharp, barbed spike. Her wings shifted as well, small things which were hardly noteworthy. A part of Dahlia's mind remembered being teased growing up, because she was unable to fly with such stunted wings.
With a sharp sound, there was what Dahlia could only guess to be a slap delivered to her bottom. A high, surprised squeal escaped before she could take hold of herself, bottom burning where the strike had fallen. Dahlia had never been spanked, had little tolerance for pain, and the succubus felt her eyes dampen. "You will learn to answer quickly, Dahlia, or punishment will follow," the soft voice said, worming its way back into her thoughts. Once again her legs trembled, hands now still as she realized she had not felt anything which would release her.
The succubus slumped against the chains holding her, knowing she was not going to be free of the shackles until this man released her. Mind spinning through possibilities, Dahlia finally decided on her course of action.