1. #3
A large window overlooked the city beyond, and at the far end of the room was a large walk in closet filled with outfits of all shapes and sizes.
At least, that’s what I could see from the bed, but when I tried to move I found that I couldn’t.
As my senses returned, I felt the ropes lashed tightly around my wrists.
I looked up to see that my arms were stretched above me and tied to the headboard, and when I moved, I felt the rope lashed around my ankles, securing me to the bottom of the bed.
My first instinct was to cry out, but as I did I felt the wad of cloth shoved in my mouth, and the other cloth tied over it and secured at the back of my head, keeping the gag in place.
“Ulllummm hmmmmph!” I screamed, twisting and writhing. They had removed my thin layer of clothes, and now I lay on the bed completely naked. In normal circumstances the fine silk sheets would have felt stimulating under my bare skin, but not this time.
“Hrrrmmph! Hllllpp!” I mewled helplessly into my gag. It felt like hours that I struggled naked on that bed, trying to magically slip free of the knots that bound me.
Then finally I heard the door to my room open.
“Hmmph! Hlllpp mmmhh!” I lifted my head, eyes wide with hope and desperation.
It was the woman from the club, her hair still up in tight buns. She wore a skin tight kimono, low cut to accentuate her heaving bosom, and the bottom of it barely reached her thighs.
“Ummm hmmph! Hllp!” I cried, foolishly thinking this woman was my savior.
Instead she just smiled down at my nakedness. Her eyes lingered on my heaving breasts. Then she leaned over and crawled over the bed towards me like a great cat.
“Umm hmmph… hmmp!” I cried meekly as she leered at me with hungry eyes.
Then she crawled on top of me, the bottom of her kimono riding up, exposing the small, red thong she had underneath.
“I am The Madame, and you will be silent in my presence.” She licked her lips while looking down at me.
“Ummm hmmph! Mmmmm gmmph!” I cried, still not comprehending my circumstances.
She leaned over and grasped my bare breasts with her palms.
“I said, you will be silent!” She hissed.
“Nmmmooh! Hlllp! Hllp!” I cried, trying desperately to wriggle to freedom.
The Madame shuffled forward and clamped a hand over my already gagged mouth. Her grip was like a vice, squeezing my jaw around the cloth filling my mouth.
“Hhhhrooo moohh!” I cried.
“From this point on, this room is your world, and I am your god. You will listen when I speak or suffer the consequences!” She hissed in my ear.
But I was too young and scared to heed her instructions, and only whimpered into my gag like the weak little girl I was at the time.
“Nnnmmooo! Hhmmmh!” I tried to twist out of her grip.
“Fine,” The Madame sneered, sitting up. “We’ll have to break you in the hard way.”
She stepped off of me, lowered her kimono, and snapped her fingers. The door to my room opened and a man entered. He was dressed well, I had spent enough time among high society to recognize an expensive suit when I saw it. He was practically drooling over my naked body.
And that’s how it was, night in and night out, as The Madame’s male clients used me as their plaything.
I was their fantasy, some liked to feel every inch of my body, some just liked to leer at me, while others would do work on their laptop while I struggled next to them.
I tried to beg and plead, but always they would leave me gagged.
Then they would leave me alone, silenced and half naked, tied to the bed.
In those days I only had one companion, a potted Lotus flower that the Madame would come in and water every day while mocking my helplessness.
“Every day I water this plant, and every day it grows stronger and mightier in the sun.” She would smile down at my bound and gagged form while tending the flower.
“And you are growing stronger and mightier too. You are my little Lotus, ready to blossom to something beautiful.” She would turn away, leaving the flower to enjoy the sun while I lay tied to a bed and gagged.
Even then my will was strong, and I refused to give into The Madame.
“You’re a tough one, still, I’ve broken worse.” She would grunt, and then it would be another parade of slobbering men.
Over time, my fear dissipated and became something else: hate.
I began to detest the woman. My channeled everything I had into defying her, and even began to enjoy the company of the men she sent to punish me.
This seemed to anger her the most. Like the others, she had only seen me for my beauty, and not my mind.
I don’t know how much time passed as a captive of hers, but I began to see the frustration building in The Madame.
No matter how many humiliations I suffered, I refused to bend to her will, refused to give in.
Then one day, The Madame entered with a man.
He was stern looking, older, with a bald head wrinkled from many years under the sun, and a patchy beard like that of a young boy, but I could tell that his suit was made of the finest material, and his fingers perfectly manicured.
“Well dear, it seems that your time with us is coming to an end. This gentleman has offered to take you off my hands.” The Madame’s face was calm, and her voice filled with relief.
The man’s face never betrayed his emotions, if he was happy to be my master or lustful, he never showed it.
“Mmnnnooo… mmmmpp!” I cried, shaking my head.
“It’s too late, you chose this.” The Madame sighed as two people came into the room and began undoing the restraints that kept me to the bed.
“Mmmm! Ummm mmmph!” I tried to kick and run, but the two men who came into the room were strong, and anticipated my attempt at escaping.
The Madame only wistfully looked at the Lotus flower on by the window.
“No matter how you care for some plants, sometimes they just don’t work out.” She sighed.
My hands were tied behind my back, and my ankles secured together.
I twisted, fought, and screamed into my gag as they carried my struggling form down an ornately decorated hallway and to a deep, dark garage where a limo waited.
They placed me in the back, and then the man got in beside me as the door closed.
“Mmmmph! Ummm hmmmph!” I cried and tried to shuffle away, but he came up behind me and wrapped me in his powerful arms.
As the car moved, his hands dug under my bra to cup my breasts. I could hear his ragged breathing in my ear and feel him going hard under his dress pants. His smooth hands cupped my bare bosoms, and despite his groping, were surprisingly gentle.
“Mmmph! Hlllp! Hllp!” I cried, and even though I was gagged, he placed a hand over my mouth.
As the car drove, I could see out the tinted window at the other vehicles and pedestrians, oblivious to me being held captive.
“Hffffbbb! Hfffhh mmfff!” I cried through the gag and his hand, but it was no use. I was completely alone.
He lived in a penthouse overlooking the city, and took me up through a private elevator.
Even though he had just been exploring my body with those perfectly manicured hands of his, he had the two goons who had carried me out of The Madame’s place carry me up to his home.
After all, there was no need for him to sully his hands when he had hired help to do it for him.
He had a special room prepared just for me, with an entire wall covered in whips, chains, gags, and restraints.
The men secured me to a pillar in the center of the room, turned out the lights, and left me in darkness.
I could have screamed into my gag but I knew it was no good, instead I waited, wondering what horror my new owner would bring.
I never knew his name, but called him The Businessman.
He never spoke a word to me, and to him I was nothing, just a play thing.
The Businessman would come into my room, have his way with me, and then leave me tied in a way that I couldn’t escape, turn out the lights, lock the door, and leave me alone in the dark until he came to use me again.
I understood during those moments of darkness that this was what The Madame wanted for me, this was her ultimate punishment for my insolence, a life as a toy for a man more powerful than God. In those long moments in the dark, I wondered how many more before me had been used by him in the same way.
I was the last though.
One day he came for me, as he always did.
My hands were tied behind my back, my feet secured together at the ankle, and my mouth filled with a large ball gag.
All I could do was wriggle my body helplessly on the large bed he kept in the room for me.
He too was completely nude, groping at my bare breasts as I could feel his erect manhood pressed up against my bare buttocks.
I always fought him, always tried to struggle, but it was no avail.
“Mmmpph! Ummm mmnnoo! Nmmmoo mmhhh!” I cried, my jaw barely able to move around the large gag silencing me.
He only laughed, his soft hands continuing to explore my body, but as he held me against him, I could feel something different.
The man was slower, his breathing growing ragged.
As he pulled me against him, I could feel his heart stuttering in his chest, like the engine of an old vehicle trying desperately to kick to life.
Against my back, his penis throbbed, but his breaths began to come in jagged wheezes.
“Oh god…” He gasped, the only words he ever spoke to me.
Then he cried out and stood, clutching his chest. His eyes went wide, like a terrified child, and he reached out to me as if begging me to help, but I was bound and gagged, helpless to do anything even if I wanted to.
Still, he realized in his final moments that I was his only hope for salvation, or maybe in his last breathes, he took pity. Either way, his hands desperately groped at the rope around my wrists. I felt them loosen as he let out a final croak and then collapsed in his bed.
“Eeepp ummff!” I cried and jumped to the side.
His eyes were wide and glassy, but unblinking. Everything in his body was a still as a statue. I don’t know how long I waited to see if he would rise again, but he didn’t take another breath. After a few more moments, I felt the loose ropes around my wrists and realized something.
I was free.