[Fiction] Taken

[IceMaiden]

*This is somewhat rusty, I haven't been able to write for a long time. I plan to keep working on this as well as get back to "Caged In," sometime soon. Thanks for reading, and as always; constructive criticism is welcomed.*


I opened my eyes blearily and looked around. I was curled into a small ball and with horror realized I couldn't stretch my body out because of the fact I was confined into the smallest cage I had come across within my life. I was naked, with my hands were bound behind my back whilst my legs were roughly tied together in several places making it impossible to move them in the slightest. I could feel something inside of me buzzing away. And not just one, but two things happily buzzing to their contentment. After opening my mouth to call out it struck me that I was also effectively silenced by the means of what felt to be something like a ball gag.

My panic rose considerably as my eyes continued adjusting to my surroundings and I realized I was in what had to be the smallest room I had ever come across in my existence. A growl from my stomach made me realize I must have been cooped up in this tiny cage for at least a day, maybe more. As if on queue, the door opened and someone entered the room. I tried craning my head to see who had entered the room, only the enclosed space restricted my movement and I couldn't raise my head far enough. From my perchipel vision I saw a hand reach down and unlock the cage before snatching the gag from my mouth.

"Welcome back."

A male voice.

I made no reply, I was too confused and nervous to form a response. Suddenly, the man lowered something to the ground, and when I looked closer I realized it was a pair of bowls. My eyes squinted at the en-gravement on them both. "Bitch."

"Time for dinner."

The male voice spoke again, just as my stomach rumbled right on cue. Although I was now free to speak, his statement shocked me into stunned silence. I was supposed to eat...from those?

"Now, bitch. I don't have all day."

I frowned as his sharp tone interrupted my thoughts. Resolutely, I shook my head. If he thought I was going to eat from those, he was sadly mistaken. Who the hell was this person? I had no recollection of how I had ended up in this predicament, my nerves were frayed and now he was insisting that I eat from these damn bowls? The defiance must have shown on my face, as the next thing I knew I was being hauled out of the cage and with one deft movement he had my face pressed against one of the bowls.

"When I say you eat, you eat. There's no if or buts. You do as I say."

As he spoke, I felt a stinging blow land across my back and I cried out in pain. I didn't have time to react before the next blow landed across my shoulders, and once more I cried out. The pain was excruciating.

"That's a warning. Now we can continue this way or you can eat. What's it to be?"

The pain. Could I really handle more just to satisfy my defiance and pride? I doubted it. And I was hungry. I realized with a start I was hungrier than I had initially thought, which led me to believe I must have been sleeping in that cage for longer than I had originally determined. Another blow fell, and succeeded in its purpose-to have me reach a decision quickly. My hands were useless, still tied as they were, my legs bonds effectively cutting off any means of dignified movement. I inched my way forward slightly so that my face could rest fully in reach of the bowl, and so that I could see the contents more clearly. I sighed inwardly. I couldn't even make out what was in the bowl, but could only see a concoction of what had to be the messiest foods available, all dumped together. Crack. Another blow.

"You're taking too long."

The blow spurred me into motion, and I opened my mouth hesitantly, hating the way I could feel the mess sticking to my face. My hair draped over my face, ensuring the food began to stick there as well. I ate slowly at first as I attempted to come to terms with what I was doing-this was so humiliating! A further blow convinced me to eat more quickly.

"I've had enough."

I lifted my sticky and stained face as I spoke. My answer was a resounding crack. And another. And another. I was blinded by the pain suddenly being inflicted. After what felt like an eternity but was probably only ten seconds the lashes finally stopped coming.

"You do not speak unless spoken to. You do not tell me you have had enough. You make sure to empty those bowls and clean them. Both of them."

He hadn't finished speaking before I was face first back into the bowl, finishing by licking it clean. I glanced at the other bowl and for the first time, saw water. I flushed, embarrassed. There was only one way to empty this bowl-by lapping. Fearing further blows I wasted no time.

"Good bitch."

My cheeks flamed at his statement. How had he broken me so quickly? If I'd have known what was to come next, I would have had a completely different definition of the word broken.

[Athanael]

Hadn't we agreed that you had to ask for my permission before posting this? Anyways, it was an enjoyable read, looking forward to the next instalment, good job

[IceMaiden]

Originally Posted by 1Pupil

Hadn't we agreed that you had to ask for my permission before posting this? Anyways, it was an enjoyable read, looking forward to the next instalment, good job

No, we didn't. Shush, and enjoy the story instead.

[Dareholic]

Very nice frosty. Great Job. Please continue.

[IceMaiden]

Light slowly crept into my room, casting lit glows along the walls. I blinked, becoming accustomed to the daylight. After the horror and humiliation of yesterday, the man had then led me to the bathroom before leading me back into the cage. The bonds had made it impossible to walk on my own, making me lean on him for as much support as possible, which I had hated and viewed as a further weakness. Several times I'd had to bite my tongue to stop myself from verbally abusing him and asking dozens of questions, such as why I was here, what did he want with me, was he ever going to let me go? Despite the incessant questions fluttering through my mind I had wisely remained silent, fearing another lashing.

After he had led me back to the cage effectively locking me inside once more, he informed me he would return early in the morning before replacing the ball gag. I'd lain silently for what seemed like an eternity, watching through the small window as the daylight slowly faded, before I had finally drifted off into a fitful sleep. Sometime during the night I had awoken with the overwhelming urge to urinate and with no possible way of calling out; could do nothing except lie there and try to control it until finally my body gave in to its natural demand and I felt warm liquid streaming down my legs. Un-shed tears gathered in my eyes as I lay there immobile, unable to do anything and feeling the humiliation overwhelm me. With nothing to do, I closed my eyes attempting to slip back into sleep and did my best to ignore the constant warmness coating the lower half of my body. But now, now it was morning and my head jerked upwards as I heard the door opening. I knew I wouldn't be able to see him because of the enclosed space, and so I sensed rather than saw him stop directly in front of me. I heard a small chuckle.

"Seems like you've had an accident, bitch."

I blushed, embarrassment once again taking over.

"Wouldn't you like to get cleaned up, bitch?"

At these words I felt a flicker of hope and nodded fervently. After a long pause;

"Well, you'll have to earn that, bitch. Here."

In a few seconds he had opened the cage, removed the gag and thrust something into my mouth. My eyes widened slightly as I realized what it was-a rather long and thick dildo. I frowned, confused. I'd have to earn it? Earn it how? My naivety was in full force.

"Well? It isn't going to suck itself bitch."

I shuddered as I realized what he wanted me to do. Although I was in no way judgmental to those who regularly had sex or had sexual kinks and fetishes, my own sexual experience was extremely limited.

"Very well, bitch. Stay like that then."

As he began to remove the toy from my mouth I panicked as I realized I would have to stay as I were-sticky, wet and humiliated. I felt disgusting. Before he could remove it fully my mouth clamped around the toy and I hesitantly began sucking on it. He stood silently as my mouth worked up and down, something made extremely difficult due to the lack of use of my hands. After what was easily over an hour, he removed it from my mouth. I was extremely thankful he decided to do so, my whole jaw was aching.

"Good, but it could be better. We'll have to work on that."

I lowered my eyes-had I really been that bad? Or was he trying to undermine me further? He pulled me upright and began loosening my bonds.

"You'll go and get cleaned up and put these on."

He threw a bag of clothing at me and then practically dragged me down the hall and into the bathroom, before his fingers probed inside me and removed the toys buzzing away. He had already left the room before I could get a good look at them. I knew he was waiting outside, giving me no means of escape. I placed the clothes to one side before turning on the shower faucet, and gratefully stepped underneath. The hot water was cleansing, and I felt like it was washing away the stains both literal and figurative of the last day or so. After I felt fully refreshed and clean I turned the faucet off and made my way over to the clothes I had earlier placed aside. As I unraveled them, my apprehension grew once more. They consisted of a short, white halter neck top that left nothing to the imagination and once placed over my head I realized that not only was it extremely restricting and tight fitting, but also that it was see through. My lack of bra meant my breasts were on full view even with this garment. The bottom half of my outfit consisted of what was supposed to be a white skirt but looked more fitting for a belt as it was so short. I wriggled it over my hips and realized that unless I were to remain perfectly still, it would constantly ride up my body, revealing I was not wearing underwear. The last thing in the bag were heels of about 4.5 inches. I slid my feet into them and took a wobbly step. I rarely wore heels and knew these would take some getting used to. Finally, I opened the door to find him waiting right outside as expected. His eyes traveled over my attire and he smiled slowly.

"Good. Now for the next part."

He took me by the arm and led me into a different room that was bare except for a relatively large table and chair clustered with cosmetics and hair accessories. He hauled me into the chair and began working on my face.

"This is the only time I will do this for you. From tomorrow, you will recreate the look I give you today perfectly, yourself. Understood?"

I nodded, too fearful to speak. In no time at all he was done and held up a mirror in front of my face. I couldn't stifle the gasp. My new look, combined with my outfit made me look like I was ready to hit the town and engage in one meaningless encounter after another. My eyes were dark and sultry whilst my lips were bright and alluring. They contrasted each other sharply, each refusing to let the other have someones sole attention. In short, I looked like a slut. He pulled me to my feet and I felt him run a finger underneath my skirt and over my thighs, gently brushing against my intimate parts.

"Why, you're all wet bitch." He noted with obvious delight.

I squirmed uncomfortably. Whatever toy he had previously used on me had certainly left me flustered and I was surprised to register that I was almost missing the vibrating sensation. As if sensing my thoughts, he smiled and re-inserted it onto my pussy. I felt it begin to hum away instantly, and he used my sudden distraction to insert what I could only assume was a butt plug, making sure that that was also incessantly vibrating away. It took only a few minutes away before I felt my body begin to respond to the heady sensations; betraying me.

"Now, we're going out." He suddenly informed me, as he led me towards what I assumed was the front door.

I halted mid step, horror struck.

"Out? Like..this?" I gasped, gesturing to my new ensemble.

He frowned.

"I believe I told you that you do not speak unless spoken to. I'll see to that later, once we return. And yes, exactly like that. Now hurry up bitch before you lose all the clothes."

His threat spurred me into motion and meekly I followed, wondering what he had planned next.

[Dareholic]

Leave me wondering what comes next too.