A short story, in comparison to everything else that I'm working on. A mix of non-consensual, domination, light bondage, s&m (whip), and even a bit of romance. Still a fairly rough draft, as far as I'm concerned. Comments, critiques, and smiling faces are all appreciated. Enjoy!
Also, this may only be erotica, but I put my time and effort into it. So please, do not use this as your own or share it on other site without my written permission. Thank you.
Crystal struggled to open her eyes, her lids heavy as if she’d slept in too late. Startled, she realized she was surrounded by darkness, with just a faint light illuminating her skin from above. Her arms were pulled high above her. Looking up, she saw her wrists in chains. She panicked, twisting and struggling against the bonds. She tried to slip her hands through, but the metal was tight against her skin, leaving her no escape. She calmed herself down, knowing panic would sit in soon enough, and she wanted her wits about her if…when someone emerged from the darkness.
Breathing in and out slowly, she distracted herself trying to remember last night, to figure out how she got in this horrid situation. Crystal remembered going out with a few friends to a new night club. She had a lot of fun, meeting a number of good looking guys, one she planned on meeting there next week. She remembered his name, Eric. He had seemed so sweet, a total gentleman. Beyond that was blank; she couldn’t remember leaving the club. Now she didn’t know if she’d make it through the night, if it was indeed still nighttime, or if she’d ever see the light of day again. She stared into the darkness, trying to see or hear something, but wherever she hung was both dark and deathly silent.
She must have dozed off for a bit, as when she next opened her eyes, a man stood before her. He hovered on the edge of the light, shielding his face from her view. He wore all black, though his clothes and shoes were of good quality. She searched what she could see of his face, trying to read it, but the shadows hid him well. When he spoke, chills went down her spine, as she realized her captor was the gentleman who had held her attention all night.
“As you can see, you are helpless. Captured prey to a very devious man. If you don’t fight me and obey my every command, you will find your stay with me quite enjoyable. Resist and you will find out how wicked and cruel I can be.” He stalked around her, still keeping to the shadows, even though she knew his identity now. “Well my prize?”
Crystal spat at him, nauseous that she flirted with him, and disgusted that he would do this. “Fuck you!” He stepped fully into the light, and grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her head back. He glowered down at her, his face searching hers. Then smiled wickedly, seeing her fear surfacing. He pressed his lips against hers in a surprisingly gentle kiss, then let go and stepped back into the darkness. She could hear him moving about, the ringing of something metal falling to the floor, and a cracking sound she couldn't place.
His voice echoing, he said, “Are you sure you don’t wish to change your mind? I’ll still have to punish you for disobedience, but that will be nothing compared to what I plan to do to you…” His voice trailed off, leaving his threat hanging in the air. She was suddenly very scared. She hadn’t seen him as a true threat until that moment. Her conversation with him in the club had led her to a state of complacency, but she truly knew nothing about this man and what he was capable. He could kill her without a second thought and no one would ever know. Suddenly, obeying him didn’t seem like that bad of an idea, at least until she was in a better position to escape this madness.
Finding her voice, “Wait! Please…I’ll obey you. Just don’t hurt me, please.” Her situation came crashing down upon her, tears falling freely from her eyes. “I’ll do whatever you want. I don’t want to die…”
Silence met her response. She waited and hoped it was enough. “Tsk, tsk. While I’m glad you’re willing to obey me now, I don’t want you to do so out of fear. I have no intention of killing you. I didn’t go through the trouble of getting you here so you could die. No, I plan on having your obedience and devotion. You will obey me out of love and a desire to please me. However, I know that will come in time. Now, onto your punishment.” He strode back to her, causing her to gasp as he came into view holding a whip in his right hand.
She shook her head, her eyes wide. “Disobeying me again little one?” Crystal stilled her head. Shock stopping her tears as she just stared at him in despair. “That’s better. Now you’ll want to stay very still.” Eric pulled out a pocket knife and flipped it open. He tossed the whip on the floor as his hands explored her body. One hand gently coursing through her hair, down the side of her face. His fingertips trailing her throat, down between her breasts. Her eyes followed the hand with the knife as he cut away her clothes. First her shirt, her bra following quickly after. His free hand pinched each nipple, calling them forth to attention.
Crystal inhaled deeply feeling his hands on her body. She wanted to tremble and pull away, but the knife in his hand forced her to stay completely still. She blushed as her breasts were exposed, shuddering as he touched her nipples. She just wanted this nightmare to end, but knew it was only beginning as he began cutting away the rest of her clothes. Her skirt was off her in a heartbeat. He paused with her panties, seeming to admire the soft black silk with ribbons on the side.
Her thoughts trailed back to the club where she teased this man, Eric, by hinting at her panties, which came undone by simply pulling the ribbons. Even now, she hoped he remembered as these were her favorite pair of panties. She knew it was a trivial thing to worry about, but it somehow mattered that he didn’t destroy everything of hers.
He grinned up at her, seeing her distress, and simply pulled the ribbons on each side, letting the panties fall to the floor. He chuckled as she sighed visibly, bathing in the power he held over her. He moved behind her and whispered in her ear, “I remember everything you told me last night. I wouldn’t have destroyed your clothing if they could be removed like those panties. I enjoyed seeing you in nice clothes, and you’ll get the chance to wear even nicer items. Soon, with your proper submission to me, you’ll be my princess by day and my beautiful slut by night.” Eric gently kissed the side of her neck, nuzzling against her. He closed the knife, placed it back in his pocket, and let his hands trail along her body.
He pressed against her back while his hands explored her breasts; his fingers soft and gentle causing her to arch against his touch. But every time she did, he’d pull away, leaving her wanting. This happened a few times before Crystal realized that Eric wanted her to be still. To submit to him and allow him to do as he desired. She wanted his touch, so much more of it, but she’d have to give in to him. She sighed, and leaned into his strong body, becoming limp, submitting.
She didn’t see him grin down at her, knowing that she made her second conscious decision to submit to his desires. He moved one hand down her stomach, down further to her pussy. It was sparsely covered with hair, which he already decided would go. He liked his women with no hair, and since she would be his like no one ever had been or would ever be, he could see that she would fulfill his every desire and need. She would be his, fully and completely. He knew from their conversation earlier that she was intelligent, strong willed, open with her emotions, and a terrible tease. All things he loved; all things he hoped would make her strong enough to handle the emotional turmoil of giving up everything she had known for a life as a slave. His slave, and when she behaved, he’d treat her as royalty and would make sure she was sated every single night.
While Eric had been deep in thought, his fingers had begun playing with her clit, rubbing it slowly and softly, just enough to tease. He could hear her panting, her body wiggling seductively against his. He wanted to take her, now. But first, her punishment. She would learn what it meant to disobey. He bent down and picked up the discarded whip. Crystal has opened her eyes once more, her fear and tears returning. When she seemed about to plead for him to stop, he put a finger to his lips. She got the point and kept quiet.
“I won’t tolerate disobedience. You will learn to behave as my slave should. The pain will remind you that your body is not your own, but instead my property. Understand my lovely?” Crystal nodded, too scared to speak. He smiled at her, but it was not meant to bring her comfort.
Eric moved behind Crystal and tested out the whip a few times, making her jump every time she heard the cracking sound. He brought the first strike onto her back without mercy. The whip had left a large red welt going from her right shoulder down to her left hip. It didn’t draw blood though, Eric having mastered the whip long ago. He watched as she jumped, and drew in a deep breath. She didn’t scream, but likely the shock had stopped her from reacting. She’d be screaming soon enough however.
“You’ll receive ten lashes, slave. I’m going easy on you. Be grateful.” Crystal could barely breathe, let alone think, but his words struck her harder than the whip. This was going easy on her? This man had to be insane. She knew by now that he would deliver her punishment in full, no matter what she said. Begging now might make things worse for her, so she kept her silence which seemed to please him.
He brought down the whip for the full ten strikes. The second strike mirrored the first on her back, causing Crystal to scream out and shake from the pain. The next three landed across her luscious ass. Never hard enough to draw blood. He moved before her, the whip cracking on each perky c-cup breast, careful to avoid her nipples. She was sobbing openly, her eyes pleading for him to stop, for him to show mercy. Neither of which she’d get. One more strike landed across both breasts underneath. Eric watched as her eyes nearly popped out of her head, her breath ragged now. He moved back around, the last two landing across the back of her thighs. Those were the worst. Crystal didn’t scream for either, her breath gone from her lungs. She slumped forward, her weight being supported by the chains on her wrists.
Concerned, Eric tossed the whip aside again and moved in front of Crystal, holding her against him. He checked her pulse and breathing, both were a bit erratic, but nothing to cause huge concern over. He was more worried for her mind as her eyes were glazed over. He battled himself in his mind. He had broken her. His prize was now ruined. She was perfect and he had ruined her. No, she’d be fine. It was just a bit of shock. Give her a minute. She’s his slave and tougher than that.
He whispered, “Crystal, please say something. Please hun, talk to me. Let me know you’re alright.” He sighed in relief as he watched Crystal respond to his words, blinking a few times and looking up at him. Her eyes were still slightly glazed over, but she also looked confused. “Oh thank goodness you’re all right! You had me worried there for a minute.”
She tried to speak, but nothing came out. He let her down gently, making sure she could support herself before going in the darkness. He returned with a bottle of water and helped her drink it slowly. When she’d had enough, she spoke, “Why…why do you care?” Now he looked confused. “Why do you care if I’m ok? I’m just a slave, right? You whipped me. It hurt, like it was meant to. So why care if I’m alright?”
He chuckled softly, understanding her confusion. He took her head in both of his hands, and gently kissed her. “I care because you are my slave now. I plan on keeping you for the rest of your life. Of course I don’t want to harm you. I will punish you if you misbehave, but I will never harm you physically or mentally. That’s why I was so worried. I thought your mind couldn’t handle the punishment. I was afraid I had been too harsh and had lost you…”
Crystal thought about his words. He wanted her for life, and wanted more than any man had ever desired from her. Yet he cared for her more than any man ever had. She was torn, but she smiled softly up at him, letting him know she understood. He kissed her gently once more, slid around to her back and just held her against him for a few minutes. Both of them getting lost in their own thoughts, of a future neither of them had ever hoped to have with another person.
He whispered once more in her ear, “Open your eyes and keep them open.” He move to her front, unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. Her eyes were wide, knowing full well what was coming next. He also saw the lust in her eyes and the rest of her body. Despite the pain, her pussy was slick with her juices, more than ready for him.
He moved against her, wrapping her legs around his hips. She didn’t try to stop him, but instead her legs clung tight, desperate from his touch and from her situation. He rubbed his cock against the outside of her pussy, teasing her more, before plunging his full length deep inside her. He paused, letting her adjust to him, not wanting to harm his new toy. He shuddered as her muscles clutched him tightly, pumping and milking him with her soft, velvet walls.
Crystal’s eyes locked with his, no longer caring how she got here, only that he was her source of release and that she would obey him endlessly, if only for a moment of passion. She would never have admitted it, but her sexual experiences had been dull at best, disheartening at the worst. She would still tease and flirt, hoping to one day meet someone who could make her soar. She was an avid reader of romance novels, though she kept that fact secret from everyone. All she ever wanted was to be cherished and to have passion with her partner. In the arms of a stranger, one who had kidnapped her no less, her passions and desires were set free.
She moved her body against the cock inside of her; her need fueled by the way he stared into her eyes and smiled at her. She could see he cherished her, and that she was more than a good lay to him. He had wanted her so bad he had kidnapped her! While she didn’t approve of his methods, she smiled at knowing how much he wanted, no needed her.
He thrust into her like a wild man, both panting and moaning. Her lips met his, their tongues meeting with passion. He was fucking her mouth just as intensely as her pussy, and she met him with the same intensity. He pulled back from their kiss as he climbed to an orgasm, his eyes on her beautiful face as he climaxed inside of her. He knew he had satisfied her completely, both of them covered in her juices. He could feel the warm liquid still trailing down his legs. He grinned knowing that his fluids were now mixed with hers, deep inside of her pussy, claiming her.
Crystal leaned her head against Eric’s shoulder, spent and exhausted. She didn’t know how long they had fucked, and she wasn’t naïve to call it anything else. It seemed like hours, and yet mere minutes. Time had meant nothing as he led her to orgasm after orgasm. She had never cum by anything other than her own ministrations before. Yet bound in chains, and dominated by will power, she had been free to let her passion run wild. She was in a numb suspension, smiling, as she felt her hands sliding down to meet her body. Eric ran his hands over her arms, massaging them to get the blood going properly again. She barely noticed the stinging, too caught up in a state of bliss unfamiliar to her.
Eric picked her up easily and carried her past the darkness, through a doorway, up into the main part of his house. Crystal had her eyes closed and her arms wrapped around his neck, almost fast asleep. He knew she wouldn’t remember even coming up the stairs. When he got to his bedroom, he laid her carefully onto his bed and covered her up. He laid down beside her and held her close to him. His woman, slave, toy, prize.
Words weren’t enough for what he felt about her. Little did she know that he had been watching her for close to a year now, having seen her at last year’s company BBQ. She had no idea last night that she was talking to one of the chairman of the very company she worked for. Eventually she’d work for him as his secretary. Until then, he had taken time off for both of them. No one would question him being gone for a few weeks as he trained this lovely women to be his, and only his. When she came to work for him, no one would remember she was a secretary to some pencil pusher at one of the lowest levels of the company. Every detailed had been perfectly planned.
He grabbed some cuffs from a side drawer. The cuffs locked, but were comfortable enough to sleep in as they were lined with fur. He locked on both cuffs and attached them to a chain which was connected to one of the boards underneath the bed. She would have no way to escape if she woke before him. As much as she had enjoyed herself, he didn’t trust her yet to not leave him if she could. He pulled her close to him as he drifted off to sleep, content for now. His thoughts already churning with ideas of how he would train Crystal; his dreams continuing where his thoughts left off…
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