Captivity

The last thing she could remember was running her favorite route around the lake, feeling unstoppable and shattering her best time. Hearing a sound like keys hitting the ground she stopped to look around. There was an almost sickening sweet smell, before everything went dark.

Michelle awoke to a pounding in her head, the slights movement making the pain worse. The tight covering over her eyes, prevented her from seeing anything but darkness. Hearing the sound of metal clanging, as she tried to remove the covering.

Only being able to move her hands a couple of inches, as a sharp pain ran down her arms. Her knees were pulled back, until they were almost touching her breasts. The binding connecting her wrists to her ankles was very tight; keeping her legs spread wide open. Screaming as loud as possible, but the hard and solid object in her mouth made the sound barely audible. Not being able to roll over or get up, as something was very tight around her waist and throat. She laid on the hard surface for what felt like hours, crying deeply at first until running out of tears.

While she lay there waiting, the only thing she could do was listen. The only sound came from the air conditioner, blowing cold air on her bare breasts. Starting to lose the feeling in her hands and feet, her mind started to drift to a happier time.

Two days ago her fiancé Walter, gave her a very special night. Picking her up in a stretch limo, with the best chilled champagne already on ice. They received first class treatment at an exclusive French restaurant, complete with a private room, waiter and violinist. Once dinner was over, they were taken to a theatre for a special showing of her favorite play. At the end Walter excused himself appearing on stage only moments later with the spotlight shown down on him, as he grabbed the microphone.

“Michelle the last three years, have been the happiest of my life. I love you with all my heart and soul. I can’t imagine spending even one day of my life without you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

She jumped up out of her seat and started down the stairs to the stage. Ran across the stage and jumped into his arms.

“Yes Walter, I will marry you.”

Afterwards they were all over each other in the limo, barely made it in the door, before he ripped off her top. They made love with her back pinned to the door, later on the couch and finally the bed. The thought of that night snapped her back to her present, bringing back the tears.

Just as the crying ended, she could hear the sound of keys being turned in a lock. The door made a very loud creaking sound, as it was swung open. She could hear footsteps and the door slamming shut. The footsteps got closer and closer until they were right next to her.

Fingers were placed on the top of her toes, which slowly ran down her leg stopping at her knee.

“You have such beautiful calves,” he said as he slowly moved his hand further down her leg stopping only an inch from her vagina.

She tried to scream, stop, but the sound was muffled.

“Your legs are so beautiful, but I am not ready to have my way with you just yet,” then his hand continued up her waist and touched the side of her breast.

“I knew these beautiful large breasts were real. I am a lucky man,” as he cupped her breast in his hand.

Even though she was gagged, she screamed with everything she had left. The sound was equivalent to a very low grumble, with his hand moving off her breast, up her throat and tracing the outline of her lips.

“I almost can not contain myself. Soon you will be servicing me daily, with those lusciously, soft lips. As I am sure your legs are numb by this point, I will change your position. The sooner you realize, I control everything you do the better. You will eat what and when I permit you.

Hearing a loud metallic clang, her legs dropped onto a hard surface. She could of tried to kick at him or run, if she had any feeling in them. Still unable to move freely, as her arms and legs were still bound, but at least they weren’t bound together. Whatever was pinning her waist and throat down was unlatched letting her raise her head and body, allowing the man carrying her who smelled of sawdust and sweat, to place her on a cold toilet seat.

“Use the bathroom now. This will be your only chance today. You will be punished, if you loose you bladder later.”

He didn’t leave the room to offer her some privacy. Standing over her watching, as she urinated. She was at least allowed to wipe herself, as there was enough feeling in her arms. Once again she was carried by sweat and sawdust, placed carefully on the bed, as if she was fragile.

Hearing the sound of metal being jingled, as he grabbed her left leg. A lock was secured to it and her leg was released. Running his hand up one leg and down the next, freeing her right leg only to secure it to the other corner of the bed. Once her legs were secured, he repeated the process with her arms. Removing the gag from her mouth, he held it open slightly and kissed her hard on the lips. She tried to bite him, but his grip was too powerful. Once he was done, she could feel him move away from the bed. With the gag removed she let out a bloodcurdling scream, but her voice was no more than a whisper.

“Michelle, feel free to scream, as long as you like. The walls have been soundproofed, as an extra precaution, but there is nothing around here for miles. No one could hear you, if they were standing on the other side of that door. You were only gagged to show you, I control everything you do.”

“Please let me go. I’m about to get married. I promise, if you let me go right now, I won’t call the police.”

“Michelle, I would forget about the life you had, before you woke up here. Your only thoughts should be of making me happy.”

“You can’t do this to me! You are never going to get away with this. Walter will find me! You do not own me!”

“Over time you will learn the truth. Tomorrow you will only be allowed water. When you want to eat, you will have to earn food.”

As the door shut again, the sound of the bolt being locked echoed through room. Even if she was tired, sleeping was not something she could do in this position. Lying there still blindfolded, crying softly. Thinking about Walter’s smile, the sound of his voice, and how he must be going out of his mind with grief. She repeated out-loud over and over, “Walter I love you. I will see you again. I am yours and yours alone. My heart and soul belong to you.”

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