Chained

Tugging her to her feet he pulled her along as he left the room. She'd wondered what was on the other side of the door, wondered if it might present a chance to escape. Hope momentarily flared inside her. Perhaps she would find a chance to escape.

Trailing along at the end of her leash, she followed him down a small hallway to another door and another room. Stepping inside she noted that this room was not nearly as stark as the one she'd been living in. This one, while still concrete across the floor with the same drain in the centre was furnished different. A large wrought iron bed occupied the far wall, the obligatory cabinet stood near the door, a heavy wood coffee table in the middle of the room and various chairs of a similar heavy wood design scattered about. The walls were also paneled in wood, to soften the effect of the concrete she assumed and one wall held a large floor to ceiling mirror.

It was the mirror that caught her. For the first time since this ordeal had begun she had a chance to see herself but she couldn't believe that what she was seeing was real. Reflected in the mirror was a pale, dark haired woman standing stark naked on the end of a leash. Her hair was a disheveled mess that might be easier to shave off than to actually comb out, a red welt stood out starkly across her chest contrasting with the pale of her skin, and dark circles had taken up residence under her eyes. She barely recognized herself.

"It's simply a transition," he assured her. He'd caught her looking in the mirror. "When the process is complete you will be more beautiful than ever."

She barely heard his words as she stared enthralled at the image. A tug on her leash dragged her forward and she stepped instinctively to prevent herself from falling. Naked and humiliated she half walked and was half dragged across the room.

He pushed her back onto the bed and she blinked in surprise. She stared around as though seeing the bed for the first time, the realization of what was to come slowly dawning on her.

"N...No," she stammered but he merely looked at her. "No," she repeated more firmly. "I'm not doing this."

He looked at her quizzically, seeming surprised at her words.

She moved to stand and he pushed her back with ease. "No," she said more sharply as she tried to stand again. "I will not let you." He pushed her back again but she slapped and scratched at him as she fell back, before kicking at him and flailing with her feet.

"Ow," he snapped as blood welled in the scratch on his arm and he took a half step away from her flailing limbs. She saw what looked like anger in his eyes for the first time, but she didn't care, she promised herself that she would fight him and she would.

"Fine," he snapped. "We do it the hard way."

Locking the end of the leash to the headboard, all the while doing his best to avoid her lashing fists and feet, he left her there on the bed. Her flailing slowed and she watched his retreating back as he went to the cabinet.

"I was hoping we could do this nicely," he called back as he unlocked the cabinet. "But, it seems that's just not meant to be." He pulled a collection of straps and buckles from the cabinet and turned back towards her. "We'll just have to do it the hard way."

She expected him to come directly towards her and she was ready to start punching and flailing again, but she was to be disappointed. Instead, he went to the head of the bed where he'd secured the end of the leash. When he pulled roughly on the leash she found herself pulled roughly toward the headboard and the iron loop he'd run the leash through. She grabbed hold of the chain and tried to pull back on it, but he was significantly stronger than she was and she simply delayed the inevitable.

When she was close enough for her head to touch the iron he stopped pulling and secured the leash to a hook on the wall. She could still kick and flail, but her range of motion was distinctly shortened unless she wanted to risk breaking her own neck. Still he did not approach her, instead moving to the foot of the bed, a length of rope in his hands.

"What," he asked rhetorically. "You didn't think I'd planned for this possibility?"

She kicked out at him when he seemed to reach for her foot. He laughed as he caught her foot and then released it as she began to flail. Something wasn't right, she realized. Something just didn't feel right. When he pulled back on the length of rope he'd looped around her ankle she realized what that something was. She desperately tried to get the loop off her ankle pushing at it with her other foot but it was no use. He slowly, steadily pulled her foot toward the bedpost at the foot of the bed, stretching her out before securing the rope.

Chapter Six:

She watched on in terror as he secured the rope and moved to the opposite foot. She refused to kick at him this time, she didn't want to take the chance he'd catch her other foot, and instead pulled it away trying to tuck in under her thigh.

"You're just delaying the inevitable," he complained as he kneeled onto the bed caught hold of her by the ankle and pulled the foot out, quickly throwing another loop around it and pulling it toward the bedpost. She felt horribly exposed with her legs spread apart as they were.

He moved back up and reached for her wrist, but she pulled both her hands away cradling them against her chest. "Please," she begged. "Don't do this, please." She was annoyed that she'd resorted to begging but if it worked she'd deal. "Please, don't hurt me anymore." He paused for a moment and she had a brief thought that she'd gotten through, that maybe he was going to stop. He reached forward tenderly and took hold of her hand almost gently, his fingers caressing against her skin.

"I asked you whether you wanted to do this the easy way or the hard way," he said tenderly. "You chose the hard way." He pulled her hand away from her chest and toward the edge of the bed.

"No!" she screamed at him as she tried to scratch and hit him with her other hand. Secured as she was the angle was awkward and the blows ineffective as he went about securing her wrist. She was still yelling and screaming at him as he circled the bed and did the same on the other side. Spread eagle naked on the bed, exposed in everyway she could imagine, she threw herself against her restraints. He watched her as he slowly began to undress. Seeing him stripping brought a renewed bout of screaming frenzy from her.

Completely naked now, he stood and watched her on the bed, tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes and she strained against the bonds. The cries had changed from words to mere screaming and he had to admit she did have lungs. He considered her for several moments before turning and walking away. Watching him leave stunned her to say the least and there was a reprieve in her screaming, until she realized he was simply going back to that damned cabinet.

As he strode back towards her she began again, her mouth opened wide as she expressed herself - seemingly louder and louder until he slapped the ball into her mouth. She thrashed her head from side to side, but this just helped him get the gag fixed properly around her head. Blessedly, he thought, silence.

She lay there, silenced by the gag with drool coming out from the corner of her mouth, watching him watch her. His eyes moved over her body in... what? Excitement? Anticipation? What the hell was he waiting for?

When he finally moved it was not how she expected, he sat on the bed beside her his hand resting on her stomach. His hand moved gently over her abdomen as he caressed her. His touch was light and almost tender as he tickled the fine hairs of her skin. She shivered against her bonds as her breathing slowed. He used both hands to massage her, his touch more firm as he kneaded her flesh. His hands moved all over her - he cupped her breasts gently showing great care with the soft flesh before sliding them down her body and across her thighs letting the edges of his fingers tease her vagina. He gave no thought to propriety as he learned her curves.

"There," he said softly. "That's not so bad, is it?" She desperately wanted to tell him to 'Fuck Off' but that was just not possible. His hands moved back up to her breasts and began playing with her nipples. She could feel those traitorous nubs responding to the attention. Fuck me, she thought sourly.

"See, these at least love the attention." He flicked his finger across the tip of one and even she could not deny her reaction. "So, with that in mind, I think this will be where we start." She wasn't sure where he pulled them from, but he was holding a pair of strange little clamps. He played with her nipple as he attached the little clamp, tickling with the edge of the device before catching the sensitive flesh in its grasp. As he released the spring it tightened against her nub and she inhaled deeply at the sudden bite. It hurt, there was no denying it, hurt like hell. Fuck, she thought, he literally had her nipple in a vice. But there was something else too.

"These are just the starter set," he said conversationally as he moved to the other side. "With training you'll soon be begging for the next step up."

With both her nipples squeezed tightly in their clamps he sat back on the bed and ran his hands down between her legs. His fingers slid gently through the down of her bush and between her lips. He smiled widely at what he'd found.

"See," he whispered conspiratorially. "You are enjoying it."

After a quick little tease of his fingertips against her hardening clit he pulled his fingers away and tasted the wetness on them. She stared on horror struck. Why the fuck was she getting wet? And why had his touch felt so good.

"Don't worry, my little masochist," he said as he reached for the chain between the two clamps and gave it a sharp tug. Pain blossomed in her breasts but, fuck, it felt good. "It'll be our little secret," he added with a wink.

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He slid his hand back between her legs and teased his fingers through her lips. This time his touches were harder, firmer and she groaned behind her gag as he ran across her clit. She knew she was getting wetter and wetter and if she hadn't realized it, he had not problem telling her. A part of her was horrified that she was getting so turned on. Fuck, he was raping her after all. The last thing she should be was turned on.

She lost that argument when he slid his fingers into her pussy. Her lips parted under his touch and his thick fingers, two she thought, slid right in. He began slowly finger fucking her and she just got wetter and wetter. She groaned from his attentions. His thumb found her clit again and began tracing small circles over it. The added stimulation was crazy and she moaned in response.

"See, you are a little fuck toy aren't you?"

The question was punctuated with him plunging his fingers deep inside her, his thumb running hard against her clit. She tried to gasp, damn gag. Her back began to arch in response as her muscles began to contract. Somewhere a little voice was screaming at her, but she didn't care. It felt so good.

He kept her like that for a while, on the edge, close to orgasm. Just when she thought she'd come he pulled back and let her relax a bit before beginning anew. It was incredibly frustrating. Why wouldn't he let her come? Why did he have to keep tormenting her?

Her breathing was ragged, her eyes tearing in frustration instead of anger. Her skin felt hyper sensitive, every touch sent shivers through her and still he teased - those talented fingers sliding in and hooking up into that sensitive flesh of her g-spot. He'd tease her for a time, fingers playing against her g-spot while his thumb tormented her clitoris.

"Would you like to cum, my fuck toy?" She hated the word and refused to respond. He tormented her some more, her back arched again. "I said, would you like to cum, my fuck toy?"

Fuck it, she couldn't take it anymore. She nodded emphatically and he laughed. Fuck, he laughed at her, what the hell, she thought? His fingers plunged again, this time with purpose. Her G felt electric sending sparks through her body, her clit sending out its own signals - she was so close nothing else mattered.

The sudden pull on the nipple clamps was what finally sent her over. That sharp 'pain' was the last match on the tinder and her body spasmed in blissful agony. Every muscle locked in her. Her pussy clamped down holding his fingers in place. The wave through her body was like nothing she ever felt before and it lasted longer than she'd thought possible. Wave after wave of bliss flowed through her. And just when she was sure it was finally over, he pulled his fingers free from their soaking wet prison and affixed the third clamp. The evil bastard clipped it to her clit and a new wave of agonizing pleasure flowed through her.

Thankfully her body was close to spent and the sensations passed with relative speed. She collapsed against the bed, exhausted and covered in her own sweat. So close to unconscious was she that she barely noticed when he removed the gag.

"Sleep for a bit," he whispered. "There's a lot more to come, my toy." He kissed her on the forehead, such a strangely soft thing considering, and left her to rest.

Chapter Eight:

She was amazed that she dozed off tied up as she was, she felt exposed and vulnerable but the climax he had forced out of her had simply been too draining. She had no idea how long she'd slept and woke to the sensation of her legs being shifted. Her eyes popped open and she stared around trying to orient herself.

"Oh, you're awake," he said cheerfully as he finished moving her leg up towards her elbow. At some point while she'd slept he'd removed the clamps from her nipples and clitoris, though looking down she could still see the lingering impressions of the little devices on her skin.

The clamps might be gone, but her situation had, if anything, gotten worse. He'd moved her while she'd slept. Her knees were pulled up towards her elbows and her legs spread wide lewdly exposing her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and she tried to close her legs only to find that he'd secured them open - a length of rope connected each knee to an elbow. She had no chance of preserving her modesty.

She heard him chuckling as she strained against the bonds and she flashed him an angry look.

"Why are you doing this? Just let me go?"

"Never gonna happen," he answered and left to get what, she was sure, would be the next instrument in her torment. He returned carrying a tray with gods knew what on it and set it on a table he must have dragged over while she slept.

The vibrator he picked up first was of average size she was surprised to see. She had dreaded the thought, but figured he'd use one eventually and she'd almost expected something massive. Sitting at the end of the bed, he studied her exposed sex for several moments, her embarrassment grew as he did.

With careful, almost tender, motions he ran his fingers over her tender flesh. The look of hunger in his eyes as he touched her sent a shiver through her that surprised her. Looking at him as he touched her most intimate of places she could almost feel his want and it was an intoxicating realization. His first touches with the vibe were almost has tender and she felt a tingle in her vagina. He used the toy across her labia and, parting those soft lips, slid it into her pussy before pulling it back out to torment her clit again. She lost track of how long he spent teasing her with the toy at some point giving in and just enjoying the tingles that were making her wetter and wetter. The feeling of her own wetness sliding down between her legs caused her to blush deeply again.

She felt him exploring further and further down toward her ass and her anxiety rose as he did. The vibe felt strange as it circled her sphincter, tingling but good. She never allowed anyone to go there, though boyfriends had asked, she'd always said no.

"Please, don't," she said her voice little more than a whisper. "No one has ever..." her voice trailed off.

"Please?" he replied as he reached for the bottle on the table. "Your manners are improving." He squeezed lube onto the vibe and pressed the toy against her tight hole, turning off the vibration as he did. "Just relax as best you can," he suggested.

She felt the tapered head of the toy pressing into the tight ring of her ass and her entire body tightened against the intrusion.

"This is going to happen," he said matter-of-factly. "It'll be easier if you relax - you may even enjoy it."

With steady pressure he pushed the toy into the tight opening, the lube easing the way. She knew by now that he wasn't bluffing, knew that he wouldn't stop, the best she could do was try to make it hurt less. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and tried to relax. The toy slid deeper and deeper, stretching her as it went. Surprisingly it didn't hurt as much as she'd thought it would, just felt like she was 'filled'. When she felt his fingers against her skin she realized he'd shoved the toy all the way into her. Opening her eyes she saw him watching her face intently. He gave her a wide smile.

"Not as bad as you thought it would be, huh?"

"Mmmmph," was all she managed in response. She didn't want him to know that it actually felt kinda good. He laughed at her response and realized he knew.

"Now then, where were we?" Reaching for another vibe, he went back to work on her pussy leaving the first toy deep inside her. She gasped as the new toy touched her sensitive nub and was soon bucking and thrusting against it. When he slid this larger toy between her pussy lips and deep into her she was sure her slit was pouring wetness - that's when he decide to turn the vibe in her ass back on and she screamed in ecstasy

He fucked her with those two toys, moving them in and out in tandem. She felt fuller than she ever had before, could almost feel them touching inside her with each stroke. She couldn't handle it for long and she came screaming. Fluid poured from her and she was terrified that she'd messed herself as he pulled both toys free.

Chapter Nine:

She was still quivering from the aftermath of her spectacular climax when she felt him shifting. Looking down she saw that he had appreciated her writhing climax as well and his cock had hardened in anticipation of finally taking her. She'd known this would eventually happen, but she'd tried to deny it - tried to tell herself that somehow she'd manage to get out of it. As he knelt between her parted legs she appraised the weapon he was preparing to violate her with - his cock was thick and stiff, not exceptionally long, but definitely not short either. He was circumcised and the wide head glistened with pre-cum. She realized that all of her torment - the hours, the binding, the climaxes - it had all been foreplay for him. Given how much she'd been through already, she was shocked he'd not blown his load all over her already. His will power surprised and, she was stunned to find, aroused her.

As he lined the head of his cock up against her still dripping slit she found her voice. "Wait." He paused and looked at her. "Aren't you going to use a condom?" she asked quietly, surprising herself with her acceptance that he was going to take her. He smiled back at her and gave a quick wink.

"Why?" he asked. "I know you're clean, I've seen your medical records."

"That's not what I mea... Hey, what do you mean you've seen my medical records?" she asked changing her question as his words sank in.

"It was all part of the sale," he said as he slid the head of his cock into her. She gasped in surprise as he width stretched her. He hadn't looked particularly long, but she hadn't taken into account his girth. His cock was thick and wide and her lips stretched and parted as he slowly sank his shaft into her. She looked down expecting to see him watching her, but his gaze was engrossed in watching his shaft penetrate her.