Author: No-Remote3363

Submit part 4 [M30/F20][Kidnapped][CNC][BDSM]

Day 6:

“Wakey Wakey Slut!” You hear from the open door. Your eyes flutter open as you regain consciousness. You look down at yourself with blurry eyes- your body still covered in dry red wax. Your hands still tied above your head and legs crossed over and restrained. Your body was too exhausted to thrash, to tired from yesterday to rebel. You just lay there, your head turned to watch him come towards you.

“Glad to see you’re awake! I think after yesterday you have learnt your lesson- wouldn’t you agree?” He says, smiling down at you with a soft and gentle voice- very different from the past few days.

“Mhmm.” You respond, nodding your head with some fear in your eyes.

“Use your words slut. You’ve got a mouth for a reason.” He says, walking to the end of the bed, his hands behind his back.

“Yes sir.” Read more »

Submit Part 3 [M30/F20][Kidnapped][CNC][BDSM]

Day 5:

You started this day in bed. Your hands handcuffed around the metal bed rail above you. Your legs were also tied apart, each ankle assigned its own rail. You had nothing to cover you, not for the past couple of nights. You haven’t been able to sleep properly either- only getting to close your eyes for a few naps before waking up to your hand cuffs rattling against the bed. Why has this happened, I hear you ask? Well, for that, we have to take ourselves back to day 2.

The first time you were touched by him. The way his hands moved around your body, like they not only owned you- but knew you. Knew exactly which parts were sensitive, which parts to pull or push down. That was all you could think about that night, and the feeling of wanting more. He left you there after only having cum once- what were you supposed to do? It was his mistake for leaving your hands free that night. You took the chance to touch, to give yourself that pleasure that he denied you. You must have been there for a few minutes before the door slammed open. Read more »

Submit Part 2 [M30/F20][Kidnapped][CNC][BDSM]

**Day 1:**

The door shoot opens. The cold breeze rushing through it and onto your naked skin- waking you. Your eyes slowly open, your head still fuzzy, but your body no longer numb. You could still feel the ropes still tied around your wrists and ankles as you sat on the chair you passed out on.

“Wakey Wakey Slut! It’s time to train!” Says the voice from last night. The same unfamiliar voice that gave you the marks across your neck, not that you could see the purple ring around your throat, but you could feel it. His footsteps were the same and you still couldn’t see. You felt his hand at your ankles, the rope around them becoming loose. This was your chance; you focus all your energy on standing- finally you could make a break for the door.

“Sit down slut.” You hear, the deep stern tone echoing through the room. His hand pressing down on your head, forcing you back to sit down. “The only way you get through that door is if I drag you there. You’ve been drugged, you have no strength. No resistance- so don’t waste your time.” He explains. The next few moments involved your weak, limp body being dragged around on the cold concrete like you were a doll. You couldn’t fight back you couldn’t do anything. You were at his mercy. Read more »

Submit [M30/F20] [Kidnapped] [CNC] [BDSM]

Your eyes slowly flutter open. The world around you was spinning, and dark. Your body was numb, your head heavy. You try to move your arms, but they were locked behind you back- you couldn’t feel by what- only that there was something. You try to move your feet as well, but to no avail. Where were you? What was happening? Why was everything so dark? You try to call out- but it was hopeless- your voice was too quiet- too weak. 

Your head moved around aimlessly, looking for anything. But was that in the distance? A voice? Someone to help! The echoes grew louder, the clatter more discernible. You call out again to the voice, barely mustering a syllable. Your head stays down in disgrace. But then you heard them clearly. 

“The drugs should have worn off; she should be ready for inspection.” You hear, it was an official sounding male voice. The footsteps getting louder and louder. Then stop. 

You hear a slow creak, your head looking up. Only now could you make it out- there was something over your head. You couldn’t see clearly, only the shadow- the two shadows- at what you guessed, was the door. Your breathing becomes heavier as you try desperately to focus on them. You could barely keep your eyes open long enough.  Read more »