Authors: Miranda Heart
Culver City, CA
Little Book of Fantasies Copyright © 2011 by Miranda Heart
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She screamed behind the tightly bound gag—desperately tried to push it from her mouth—to no avail. His arm wrapped around her chest, as her boyfriend all but dragged her along the gravel path. Her bare feet caught every jagged rock. She tried to free her arms, but could not.
Fresh tears ran down her cheeks. Nausea welled up inside her. She tried to pull from his grasp, but his arm tightened around her chest, cutting off her oxygen. Her legs weakened, her lungs ached, and she saw no way out of her present situation. Her boyfriend of three months had turned into a maniac within seconds.
“You know, the more you struggle and the more upset you become, the hotter it makes me.” He breathed against her ear, his voice thick and rough.
She shuddered. His voice shouldn’t sound reassuring. It shouldn’t sound like it did when he made love to her. He repulsed her. Anger replaced panic, and her body went limp.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Steven yanked her arms apart and held tightly to her wrists. She sank to the ground as he resumed dragging her across it. She screeched in pain, her silk-clad ass scraped against the rough ground.
When the gag slid further to the back of her throat, she choked. The taste of her floral fabric softener made her gag. By now, her voice had become so hoarse nothing came out. In a moment of clarity, she scanned their surroundings.
Trains. She tried to stand, her feet couldn’t catch hold of the gravel, and she slid back down again. With all of her strength, she struggled to pull free of his hands.
“Please!” The gag muffled her pleas.
They stopped abruptly. Behind her, a sliding door clicked on a track. She sobbed.
Oh God, this is how I’m going to die.
Suddenly, she became weightless, her body lifted into the air.
Confused, she stared up at her captor. A loving smile touched his lips.
“You’ll think I’m a little less crazed here, shortly.”
Too weak to fight, she just lay in his arms. How many times had he carried her upstairs, just as he did now?
“I know you’re scared, but it will all be over soon. You like being frightened, don’t you?”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head fervently.
“No?” he asked. “That’s not what I remember. Look around.”
Slowly, she scanned the room. A lone lamp sat at the back of the train car. The car couldn’t have been more than fifteen feet across. A bed with white cotton sheets sat in the corner of the room, a chair in the other corner. Something glittered in front of her blurred vision. Stunned, she followed the length of chain dangling from the ceiling.
What is he going to do? Tie me, and then beat me to death? Rip all my skin from my body while I’m still alive?
She trembled as he set her feet down onto the ground. She whimpered when her bruised soles made contact and her legs faltered. He caught her against him. Tears welled again, and her knees collapsed. Everything turned black.
* * * *
Slowly, awareness returned to Kaitlyn, and she cringed in pain. Her eyelids stuck together. A hard, warm male chest supported her body. Cold metal encircled her wrists. A resounding clink echoed inside her frazzled mind. Surprised, she looked above her to see a long silver chain dangling from the ceiling. The metal shackles hung from the end and trapped her wrists.
“Please,” she said through her gag.
“You keep begging, Kaitlyn, but it won’t happen. This
time you aren’t getting free.”
The quiet of his voice against her ear almost soothed her. She shook her head and reminded herself to stay alert.
He pulled away, leaving her toes to graze the floor. The weight of her body forced her forward until she regained her balance on her toes. She winced in pain. Something dropped behind her, and she flinched. It sounded like a bag. A second later, she closed her eyes at the sound of a zipper.
All I wanted was a quiet night at home with a bottle of wine, some music, and my nighty.
Her body started to shake, again. What did he mean
? Had she ever tried to break free of him? She’d done nothing but submit to his wishes, wait on him hand and foot. What did it say about her? Her eyes burned. She shut them tightly to prevent more tears.
His fingers wrapped around her ankle. She tried kicking back, to surprise him, but he held fast. She screamed into the gag.
“Kaitlyn, I want you to know, I won’t hurt you. You asked for this. I’m giving you what you want.”
His stern tone set her on edge. She had no idea what he was talking about. Who asks for a kidnapping? She shook her head.
He laughed behind her. Something cool poured over her feet, it stung like hell. He wanted to clean her wounds?
Completely caught off guard now, she just waited. Maybe if she stayed silent for a while, she’d eventually understand. He might tell her what
was all about. She should still be scared, but he did promise he wouldn’t hurt her. Was all of it just some fantasy come true for him?
Mentally, she shook her head to clear away images of being flayed alive.
“The bag you heard hit the floor is full of toys for you. The next few days will be so much fun you aren’t going to know what to do. However, this won’t be very pleasurable until you realize why we are here.”
“Ya think?” she asked, her voice still muffled.
He got it, though; a hard smack to her ass said he understood her words. The slap was painful. He moved in front of her.
“Let’s see if you’re still such a little smart ass with your clothes off.” In one quick move, he reached up and ripped her gown from her. The spaghetti straps gave way. The garment slid from her body like tissue paper.
Could he humiliate her anymore? She looked up into his eyes and saw the humor shimmering in their dark depths. Kaitlyn wished she could pull the long, gorgeous hair out of his arrogant head—anything to wipe that smirk off his face. He shifted from her view. Her own reflection stared back at her in the full-length mirror. In horror, she closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes, Kaitlyn.”
Using the mirror to help her, she searched the room looking for him. Her gaze collided with his when she saw him standing behind her.
“The mirror was my own little addition. You’re my captive, but I want you to watch your reaction to everything I do to you.”
Although his words were strange, his voice held an erotic lilt to it that made the tension in her stiff body loosen. If he wanted her to enjoy their night, why did he have her strung up so uncomfortably? Where were the fuzzy handcuffs he used to strap her to his bed? She blew out a long breath through her nose.
He reached around in front of her with a hanky and dabbed the moisture from her cheeks. “When I’m sure you’ve calmed down, I’ll take the gag off. After all, soon you’ll need to guess what’s going on. Though, I will tell you before you even start, I’m very disappointed in you right now.”
Her shoulders would have drooped if she could have managed it. At a complete loss as to what might be going on, she stayed silent. She didn’t understand either his rough treatment, or his disappointment. None of this made sense. An overnight trip to San Antonio seemed more appropriate.
“Recently, I read about some of this. It said if you can focus on my voice, my actions, you’re less likely to notice your own discomfort.”
Read about what?
He must have seen her confused look. “Did you think I knew how to use all these toys already?” He ran a hand down her back. His fingers traveled over her ass, making her shiver in response. “No, I had to go read about them. I wouldn’t want to hurt you, or cause you any undo stress.”
Her eyes looked heavenward to indicate her restraints.
He laughed in response. “Trust me, it could be much worse.”
Sweat broke out on her brow. She didn’t see an air conditioning unit anywhere. He left her hanging to go sit down on the bed. He fumbled through his bag, laid several toys out, but she didn’t recognize even one of them. Well, she did recognize the feather. She grimaced. Tickling wasn’t her thing. And then he pulled out a small, glass, phallic object with a wide base. A glove made of fur. She closed her eyes, embarrassed.
“You know this was your idea. I don’t know why you have to act all shy about it.”
She looked at him one brow raised and mumbled, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Evidently, you didn’t when I asked you before about it.”
They settled into silence. The fullness of her bladder began to bother her. She looked around, but there didn’t seem to be anywhere she could go. She pressed her legs together. No way would she pee on herself. She fidgeted some more.
She shook her head. He stood up from the bed. “That isn’t an answer. What’s wrong?”
All she could do was hang her head and cross her legs, one over the other.
He looked her up and down. “So you still can’t even manage to hold it for two hours, can you?”
She stared at him. Her jaw ached from the force of the gag in her mouth.
“No. You can’t pee until I give you permission.”
She pleaded with her eyes.
“No. And the more you think about it, the worse it’ll get.”
She huffed and pressed her thighs together. She snuck a glance in the mirror. What a strange sight to see herself like this. Almost like everyday, without the chains of course. It wasn’t like the times he had turned her around in bed to face the mirror, grabbed hold of her hair, and told her to watch herself getting fucked.
This was different. She felt vulnerable like this. She stared at herself, more out of curiosity at this point, or maybe because there was nothing better to look at. She had to admit she looked pretty good with her arms pulled tightly above her head. It gave her small breasts a perkiness they lacked when her arms were down, her stomach long and lean. Her cleanly shaven pussy hid between her thighs. Just to play she moved them apart. Her thighs resembled the trim and attractive girls from the sports catalogues that he liked so much. She scoffed. As if one of those girls would ever be found in this position.
Kaitlyn cocked her head to the side. Dangling from iron shackles, she resembled someone from another era. Kidnapped for his pleasure. Hadn’t that been a fantasy of hers for a long time? For whatever reason he did this, he didn’t seem to mean her harm. Right?
She couldn’t deny her body’s reaction to the eroticism of hanging, shackled and bound. Her nipples hardened at the idea of staying strung up and forced to accept the pleasure he wanted to show her. Frustrated with herself, she turned her head away from the mirror. Her pulse sped up. Only a freak would want such things. She dared another glance from the corner of her eye. Her flushed cheeks were only a small sign of the things going on inside her right now. Her swollen labia would not go unnoticed by Steven for long. She clamped her mouth tight around the gag. Wrong. This was just wrong.
She saw him look up from his spot on the bed. He unraveled something, but she didn’t see what it was because she ducked her head.
“Still too shy to look at yourself, eh?” He stood up from the bed. Thankfully, he hadn’t seen her staring at herself in the mirror. She avoided his eyes as he walked up behind her.
He reached out a hand and slid his fingers down her rib cage. She giggled and tried to move out of his way. “Feeling a little better?”
She nodded and tried to wiggle her tongue out of the gag. Both of his hands came around to her front, grazed over her breasts. She watched, noticing how much more tan his skin was next to her own.
He tweaked her nipples. “I love your tits. I love how my hands are larger than them. Gives me so much power over you when you know that I’m bigger than you.” His large hands slid over her taut stomach and pulled her back against him. “To know how helpless you are to escape me.” He breathed against her ear, his tongue flicked out to test the lobe, and she shivered against him. “I also love how easy you are. So easily aroused, to bring to orgasm. I bet you really need to pee now.”
The steady drum of her bladder came knocking. She gritted her teeth, dragged from her haze. “Asshole,” she muttered.
He slapped her ass. “You are in no position to argue with me right now. That will cost you another five minutes of holding it.”
She whimpered and tried to kick him, but he had already moved out of the way.
“I’ll tell you what. You promise me no more bitchy comments, and I’ll take the gag off.”
She paused for a moment before she nodded. The worst that could happen was that the gag would be replaced, right?
He stood in front of her, but reached behind her to untie the gag. He dropped the white cloth to the floor. “I’ve dreamed of making you wear that gag. You’re a smart ass when you’re PMSing. I could only imagine how you’d act being kidnapped without explanation.”