Chapter Two
He heard her move off threw the house then up the stairs. A frustrated, angry
growl echoed in his mind as he tried to move some part of his body, but as she'd
said he couldn't. He could feel his limbs, could feel the blood pumping in fear
threw his veins, but it was as if the drug had severed the nerves and responses
from his brain. He mentally willed himself to move, crying out in his own mind
with anger as his limbs failed to respond.
His wide eyes flicked to the coffee cup still sitting just a few inches in front
of him on the table. Was it the coffee? He wondered. It couldn't have been
because she drank from the same pot. It must have been the steak, which she
didn't eat. He looked to his mostly clean plate, with only a few bites left and
knew he had to have ingested a goodly amount of the drug if it was on the steak.
Even the large helping of potatoes was almost gone.
He wanted to kick himself for being a fool...for accepting the woman's
hospitality. But how could he have known that she was anything other than what
she appeared. Then it hit him square between the eyes. She'd just been too
calm. Way to calm for someone with a gun to their back and a stranger in their
house. There was more to this woman than met the eye.
He realized how much more about fifteen minutes later when he heard someone
coming into the kitchen again. But the sound was odd and he saw why when the
person finally came into his line of sight. It was a man, a good-looking man,
with long blond hair and greenish-gray eyes. He was chained, hand and foot,
much like a prisoner would be in a jail, much like he himself had been anytime
he was transported from his cell.
Only this one was a bit different. Instead of a prison issue belly chain, with
cuffs, he wore a wide, weight lifters belt around his flat, trim waist. It was
secured with a padlock at the small of his back and his hands were shackled by
what looked to be a two-inch chain to the front. Strong, flat pieces of metal
looked to be permanently affixed around his wrists and were padlocked to the
either end of the short chain.
A similar set of metal bands had been attached above his knees and to his ankles
with a bit longer chain between both of them, but short enough to hobble his
steps to a mere shuffle walk. He knew that walk all to well, but this poor
man's chains were even shorter, only about three inches. The man moved with
ease though, as if he was used to them and he got another shock as the man
turned slightly to scoop up the coffee cup in his chained hands.
His mouth was open wide and a large round, black ball had been pushed behind his
teeth. A metal bar dissected the ball and had two rings attached to either end.
A number of thin, but tough looking leather straps were riveted onto the rings
and had been wrapped around his head to buckle together in the back. Small,
silver padlocks jingled slightly as he moved further away from the table and
used his head to pry open a cabinet without looking at him sitting paralyzed at
the table.
He moved to the counter and pushed up on his tiptoes to get the cup onto the
ceramic surface. Shifting forward and reaching out his bound hands as far as he
could, he used his chin to knock something out of the cabinet. Pouring the
creamer into the cup, he shuffled over to the pot and grabbed at it with his
hands. Moving back to the cup, he emptied the pot's contents and turned to
shuffle out of the kitchen.
He got his first look at the man sitting at the table then and gave him a
pitying look before moving past without pausing.
Another frustrated growl boiled up in his mind as he watched the bound man move
out of his line of sight. He struggled then, again willing his body to respond.
When nothing happened, he tried to get his adrenaline to pump, to surge threw
his system as it had in the early evening hours when he'd been running from the
police after his escape. Once more though his body failed him and he could do
nothing but sit there helpless.
He screamed out, in anger and rage, or at least he thought he did, he hoped he
did as he continued to struggle against the effects of the drug. Deep in his
heart he knew it was useless. Until it wore off of it's own accord, he was as
helpless as the man that had just shuffled out of the kitchen.
He must have dozed off because a loud noise next to his ear caused his eyes to
fly open sometime later. He looked to the kitchen window and could see the sun
was high in the sky telling him it was at least noon if not later.
"Awake I see..." came her soft melodious voice from behind him.
He swallowed and realized there was something now pressing his tongue tightly to
his lower jaw. With a start, he could just begin to feel the straps encircling
his head and knew without a doubt that she'd put a 'harness' on him like the
other man's. He tried to work his jaw, to close it but the object was solid and
unforgiving. He growled again and this time the sound carried past the ball and
he felt his chest give a slight shudder of movement.
"Seems I miscalculated the dose...so I'm afraid I'm going to have to secure you
in another way..." she was saying as if she'd seen his chest move the moment
before.
He felt himself unceremoniously pushed out of the chair to land on his side with
a hard thud and a whoosh of air from his lungs. Without a word she rolled him
onto his stomach and he gave a shiver as his naked skin touched the cold
linoleum of the kitchen's floor. She pulled both arms behind him and began to
wrap something around his wrists as the first tiny bit of movement was returning
to his hands.
By the time he could move them though, his wrists were bound tightly together
with numerous coils of rope. She moved to his ankles next, doing the same, just
a scant second before he could again move his feet. He groaned softly as she
wrapped a loop around each of his upper arms, then with a foot in the small of
his back, pulled them together until they almost touched. Looping the rope
repeatedly over his upper arms, she cinched them off then patted his bare
buttocks with a chuckle as the freedom to move returned to him and he began to
struggle.
Grunting and growling he rolled about on her kitchen floor, cursing behind the
ball in his effort to twist his hands and get at the knots. She squatted in
front of him as he rolled onto his side and smiled, patting his cheek as she
spoke softly. "I wouldn't bother. I've been doing this for a very long, long
time..."
He didn't know what "this" she was referring too, but felt the need to fight
her. Swinging his bound ankles toward her, he tried to roll up onto his butt
and kick out at his captor. She chuckled and merely rose to her feet and walked
out of the kitchen without thought to his new predicament.
He really began to struggle then, rolling about on the cold linoleum of the
floor with muffled grunts and groans at the unforgiving, tightly tied ropes. He
squirmed, he kicked, he rolled, struggling to gain his feet and his freedom.
But nothing worked. As with the drug she'd given him, she'd ensured he was well
and truly stuck, only this time the drug wouldn't wear off of it's own accord.
As he rolled around on the floor, he realized she'd undressed him while he dozed
in the chair. His bright orange jumpsuit was nowhere to be seen, nor was his
prison issue underwear. A shiver coursed the long length of his body at the
thought of being recaptured, naked and subdued by a mere woman. The other
prisoners would never let him live it down and he'd end up in more fights than
he cared to think about just then.
Eventually, after about an hour, he managed to use one of the kitchen chairs to
stand up. Unsteady on his tightly bound feet, he realized he was only inches
from his freedom. He tried walking at first, but his ankles were too tightly
tied, so he settled for hopping.
Thud...Thud...Thud...he moved precariously across what had once seemed a tiny
kitchen. Only bound as he was, the distance from the table to the drawer might
as well have been an entire football field. Sucking the air in threw his nose,
he finally managed to reach the counter. Squirming around he used his fingers
to pry open the drawer he'd seen her take the long fork from and hoped it also
contained a long, sharp knife he could use to cut the ropes.
Clunk...went the drawer after only 1/2 an inch. He turned slightly and groaned
loudly, noticing for the first time the child safety locks that held it shut.
He hopped a step and tried another, then another, and another, only to find the
same result each time. The small bits of plastic kept the drawers of her
kitchen shut tightly without even enough room to get fingers into them. He
tried the cabinets next, using his face and head to pry them open.
Unlike the drawer's each of the doors swung wide, but he soon found why she
hadn't bothered to lock these. Any bottles they held were made of plastic,
ensuring that even if he could manage to break one, there was no way it would
cut threw the ropes that held him.
"Ahhh...standing I see..." came her voice as she breezed into the kitchen.
"This will make things go a lot easier and faster."
"MMMPPHHHTTTTT..." he bellowed out in an angry curse, though the words weren't
understandable even to him.
She merely chuckled, coming around the kitchen table and dropping a handful of
metal pieces upon it as she stepped closer to him. "I'll just bet you're
wondering when the police are going to show up, yes?" she asked as she lifted
out a single piece from the pile and began to fit it around his waist.
He nodded and realized with a sudden start as the padlock closed at the small of
his back that she had fitted a weight lifters belt around his waist.
"Well, they won't be." She stated simply as she spun him with little effort and
pushed his chest down on the cool counter.
"MMMMPPHHHTTTT..." he screeched out as he felt a piece of cold steel closing
around his left wrist. The right wrist was given the same treatment and he felt
a small padlock added, locking his wrists together at the small of his back.
She didn't remove the ropes instead she added another piece, knotting it off
tightly between his bound hands before pulling him back into a standing
position. Turning him back to face her, she unceremoniously threaded it between
his legs and began to loop it repeatedly around his limp cock and balls.
"MMMMPPPHTTTTT..." he screeched out a second time, trying to twist his upper
body away to keep the rope from being secured around his genitals.
Her response was merely to smack him loudly across the chest. He stilled
immediately, more out of shock than anything else. She bent back to her work,
tying the rope off securely at the base of his balls before reaching up to
gently caress the handprint she'd left.
"I really do not like to beat my slaves little one..." she said as her fingers
roamed gently over the mark. "But misbehave and I will." She added before
turning back to the pile on the table.
A shudder passed over him at the word slave, but he did his best to hide it.
Pulling at his wrists, his eyes grew wide as the rope there tugged viciously on
his now imprisoned cock and balls. Despite himself, he felt the beginnings of
an erection, but it was cut off quickly by the tightly wound rope. He groaned
loudly behind the gag and thrust his hips forward, pulling even more viciously
against the rope.
Moving swiftly, she secured another set of bands just above his knees and added
a short, two-inch chain between them. Squatting before him, she untied the
ropes at his ankles, and spent a moment softly caressing the marks they'd left
with a shake of her head.
"Tisk, tisk..." she said softly as she rose again. "You shouldn't struggle
so..." she added as she reached for one of the kitchen chairs.
Placing it against his waist, she attached a similar pair of rings to his ankles
and stretched them out as far as the chain between his knees would allow. She
took a moment and tied them off to respective legs of the chair with ropes he
had no hope of reaching. She smiled into his eyes as she looped another rope
around the back of his neck and pulled him downward with little effort until he
was bent at a 90-degree angle over the back of the chair.
With sure fingers, she knotted the rope to the rail at the bottom then ran the
rest of it under the chair and up to his bound wrists. Tying it off with the
knot in reach of his fingers, she bent and smiled into his eyes for a moment,
letting him know of his predicament with soft words.
"There, that should hold you until tonight." She stated simply, patting his
cheek affectionately as she moved out of his line of sight again.
