[Fiction] Caged In

[IceMaiden]

Sidenote- While this is somewhat tame to be begin with it will get darker, hence the reason I asked the mods to move it to the r 18 secton.


Hallie opened her eyes to find herself surrounded in blackness, and feeling more than a little woozy.
She feared momentarily that she had suddenly, inexplicably become blind in both eyes as she realized she could not make out anything at all.

The room was black, the air stifling and eerily quiet. She blinked several times, trying her best to become accustomed to the darkness that surrounded her, fighting the rising panic that arose in her as she realized she had no idea to where she was or how she had even gotten there in the first place.

She noticed that she was lying on what felt like a flat, stone table and although she was wearing what felt to her to be a very thin type of nightgown, she was covered in sweat due to the humidity of the room. Beads trickled from her forehead and dripped down onto her face and she found it odd that she was clearly sweating when most of her body was shivering, until she realized that the shivering was due to fear and apprehension of the unknown.

As she became slightly more aware, she noticed that her heartbeat was pounding rapidly within her chest to an unsteady rythm.
She tried once again to make out something...anything...in the darkness, to no avail. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying her best to ignore the terror coursing down her spine and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on high alert.

Thoughts ran, somewaht disjointed, through her mind, as she tried to make sense of where she was and most importantly, how she had gotten there in the first place.
She remembered being out with her friends the night before and deciding to head home early due to an intense and irritating migraine that had been stalking her for most of the entire day. She recalled hugging her friends goodbye and getting into a cab and then...nothing.

Nothing until a few minutes earlier, anyway, when she had woken to find herself all alone in this impossibly sweltering room.
She made a move to sit up and was immediately met with resistance. She scowled and tried to swing her legs to one side of the table, again to find that she couldn't move.

She twisted her head, trying to glance down and see what was holding her, but it was far to dark for her to be able to make anything out.
As Hallie's dizziness began to subside even further, she felt a much more profound panic rising up throughout her chest and took several deep breaths to calm herself a little. She had almost succeeded in starting to think somewhat rationally again when she was distracted by the sound of a door close to her head opening, allowing a small sliver of light into the room from beyond the door.

Her heart stilled somewhat as she heard footsteps coming closer and closer. For some unknown reason to her, she didn't make a sound, but instead lay as still as she possibly could, with her heart rate increasing rapidly with each passing second.

The unknown visitor made no attempt to speak to her, but instead stood silently beside her, waiting for some kind of reaction from the terrified girl. When it became clear that he wasn't going to get one, he tipped a small glass to her lips and ordered her quietly,

"Drink."

Hallie seriously considered refusing and made a vain attempt to close her mouth and press her lips tightly together, before she reconsidered her position and realized that she wasn't exactly currently in the best position to piss off her unknown visitor.

A quick, fleeting thought that whatever was in the glass was dangerous crossed her mind, before she mentally shook her head and dropped the idea. It couldn't exactly be that dangerous, as if she was in any immediate danger, her unknown visitor had obviously had half of the night to do whatever they wished with her.

She tentatively took a small sip and surprise registered in her brain when she realized it was only water. Her surprise was quickly replaced with an overwhelming thirst and she drank the rest eagerly.
Once the glass was empty, her unknown visitor pulled it away from her mouth and waited for maybe half a beat before he slapped her across the face.

"Don't you have any manners, girl?" He demanded harshly. "When someone gives you something, it is polite to say thank you."
Hallie made no attempt to respond, somewhat in a state of mild shock and he took this oppurtunity to slap her again, even harder.
This blow made her wince slightly and she tried without success to move her face away from him.

"More?"

Hallie fought the urge to tell him exactly what she was thinking, and instead mumbled a quiet, "No. Thank you."

She heard him chuckle quietly and she felt more rage at that moment than she ever recalled having felt in her entire life.

"Good girl, " He replied. "Now let's get some things straightened out so that you know what to expect during your stay here. You're going to be here for quite a while, Hallie, make no mistake about that."

Hallie had closed her eyes as he began speaking to her in the childless hope that if she could not see him anymore he would somehow magically disintegrate into thin air. When she heard her name spoken, however, her eyes flew open and she desperately tried placing his voice.

How did he know her name? Who was he? Was it somebody that she knew? While the small amount of light that had crept in throughout the open door had allowed him enough vision to succeed in allowing her to drink, it was not enough for her to make out his face as he slowly circled around her bound and helpess frame.

"I've had my eye on you for quite a while, " He continued, apperantly oblivious to her rising discomfort, or at the very least remaining completely indifferent to it. "And you're going to be here for some time, so if you want what is best for you you will learn to follow orders and remain quiet unless spoken to. Is that understood?"

Hallie had become so intent on trying to place his voice that she didn't even hear the question and it was only a further blow to her cheek that brought her back to reality. She whimpered quietly, fighting the urge to allow a single tear to escape, courtesy of the pain he was inflicting upon her. She would not show this asshole he was getting to her!

"Is that understood?" He asked again, and Hallie tried desperately to fight down her rising nausea as her subconcious replayed what he had said while she had been so intent on trying to figure out who her unknown captor was.

He sighed audibly.

"Are you really going to make me repeat myself, again?"

She heard the controlled anger in his tone, and as much as she hated herself for even considering it, she knew that her best interest was in pacifying him, at least for the time being.

"Yes, it's understood." She practically whispered, her voice breaking as she finished her sentence.

She felt rather than heard him smile as he walked back over towards the door.

"Good. Now get some rest. You're going to need it."

With those words, he was gone and once again she was left all alone, dreading what was to come.

[kirankatskk]

nice act.http://www.getdare.com/x/img/bbs/postico/o/icon14.png

[IceMaiden]

*Thank you to Rose for the critique on this part*


It had only been a couple of minutes since her unknown assailant had left her alone and in silence once again, although to Hallie the minutes dragged by and seemed like hours. She considered screaming but seriously...what was the point? Whoever her captor was, he had obviously planned this ahead of time and she doubted that anyone else was around to hear her anyway.

Instead, she carefully flexed her wrists, trying to determine just how snug her restraints were and if there was any room for manoeuvre. Her heart rate picked up slightly as she realised that she had a very small window of movement and she slowly began twisting her wrists in the hope of loosening her restraints further.

She became so focused on her task that it startled her considerably when light flooded the room, and she closed her eyes for a second or so, so as not to be blinded by the sudden invading light.

When she felt that she had allowed herself sufficient time to allow her eyes to adapt to the unexpected light, her eyes opened and flew around the room, searching out every corner, desperately glancing around to confirm that there was in fact no one else in there with her. When she realised she was in fact alone she let out a slight sigh of relief before continuing on working on her bonds.

It was tiring and irritating work and several times she considered giving up, only for her primal instinct of survival that was buried deep inside of her to rare up and urge her on.
Despite the earlier water, she found herself becoming impossibly hot again and desperately wished for more, as she felt the sweat to start roll of her again. She briefly wondered if the room had been left at this temperature purposely as she tried her best to ignore just how dry her mouth was quickly becoming.

After what seemed like an eternity she felt the restraints on her right wrist loosen even further and she gave her wrist a sharp pull which succeeded in freeing it from its bonds. She twisted her body and began to hastily work on her left wrist. Her bound legs prevented her from being able to achieve a comfortable position while she worked on this one, and several times she found herself lying back down in order to ease the sharp pain that had steadily begun traveling up her side from such an awkward position.

She felt her adrenaline mounting as she finally succeeded in pulling her left wrist free and thanked her lucky stars that the restraints had allowed even such a small amount of movement ensuring she could escape from them. She sat up and reached down under the table, her fingers furiously searching to find their way to the restraints that had so far successfully ensured she could not take flight from her nightmare.

After numerous attempts, her fingers found what they were looking for and she hurriedly began trying to undo her bonds. She stopped, terror once again overtaking her as she felt the bonds slowly begin to tighten and realized within a few short seconds that her lack at being able to see what she was doing had the possibility to hinder her greatly. She took a deep breath and began again, this time working incredibly slowly and gently testing to see if she was pulling the ropes the correct way instead of helping to trap herself even further.

She felt her patience beginning to falter and her irritation rising at the pace she was required to work at as she was fully aware that her captor could return unannounced at any given moment. Nevertheless, she fought down her rising anger and irritability and tried her utmost best to concentrate on the task at hand instead of fearing what could potentially happen if she didn't succeed.

After what felt like an eon she felt the rope slip from her leg and allowed herself a small smile as she began to work on the last of her restraints, ensuring she was careful and it wasn't long before she felt that rope slip to the floor, too.

She allowed herself a couple of seconds to silently celebrate her small victory before she gingerly climbed from the table, stretching her aching muscles and slowly made her way to the door. She stopped, leaning against the door for a moment, praying that nobody was on the other side of it.

Gathering what little courage she had, she slowly eased down the handle and gently pulled the door open, her eyes frantically flitting from side to side. She noticed she had stepped into a large hallway that had paths leading off both left and right. When she had confirmed that no one was in fact behind it, or appeared to be anywhere in her field of vision, she closed the door shut gently behind her and debated which way she should take.

As much as she wanted to immediately take flight and run screaming from this place, she was very aware taking the wrong direction would land her right back in the situation she had found herself in when she had woken not so long ago.

She desperately wished she knew which was the correct path to take and in a moment of sheer desperation she found herself doing what she had not done since being a small child. She silently thought of the childhood game of ennie meenie and found herself relying on this childish game to choose the correct location.

Before she could change her mind, she quickly hurried to the left, trying her best to remain as quiet as she possibly could.
Upon reaching the end of the hallway she found herself standing at what was clearly the front door and she silently mumbled a quick thank you.

Glancing around skittishly, she grabbed hold of the handle and pushed downwards, wincing at the resulting loud squeak that came from it. Yanking the door open, she was hit with a blast of cold air and she hurried forward, wanting nothing more than to be away from this place and be back safe and sound in her own home.

As she prepared to run, a cold voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Congratulations. You managed that much quicker than I originally assumed you would."

Hallie had heard about people literally being frozen in fear, however she had never experienced it until now. She didn't dare turn around but instead made the brave..or stupid..decision to make a run for it. She had not gotten more than ten steps before she found herself being forcefully pulled backwards and back inside the house, and the front door closed behind them with a resounding clang.

[gin]

Nice beginning! Waiting for more...

[IceMaiden]

Originally Posted by gin

Nice beginning! Waiting for more...

Thank you I'll try and write the next part over the weekend.

[IceMaiden]

This girl can no longer edit her other posts :/

Regardless..she will have the next update posted sometime tomorrow and apologises for delay!

[Briar Rose]

This story is seriously amazing!
((So far))

[IceMaiden]

Originally Posted by Briar Rose

This story is seriously amazing!
((So far))

Thank you Briar..that means alot to this girl as it is actually her first attempt at a bdsm type story

[IceMaiden]

*Okay, so this was supposed to be posted yesterday, however after going over what was written, this girl decided that she did not like what she had and set about editing which resulted in a redo of practically the entire part. So apologies.

This chapter will contain non consensual whipping/flogging. While this girl will not be entering into the realm of rape within this story she does plan to include other non consensual aspects of BDSM throughout.

If this is not your thing, please skip this part.

Also, thank you to all who have private messaged with praise, suggestions, feedback and constructive critcism. This girl welcomes all, the harsher the better, even.*




Hallie stood alone, in the very room that she had only just escaped from several minutes before. Her breathing was ragged, her heart hammering loudly to its own beat and she could not stop a single tear from escaping and dripping down her cheek.

She had been so close to freedom, only to have it cruelly snatched away and her hopes once again dashed. She had been literally hauled and thrown back into this room and as her captor once more slammed the door behind her, this time she had heard a perceptible click, informing her that she was now locked in.

She had originally wondered why she had not been restrained once more, until realizing shortly after being locked into the room that there was no need for it any longer. There was no way she was strong enough to break the door and she had absolutely nothing with her that would allow her to pick the lock. She was literally caged in.

She had no longer been left in darkness, the light that had earlier dazed her continued to flood the small room and she took the opportunity to gaze around.

She realized within seconds that there were no windows, and the room itself was incredibly tiny, it had probably been originally designed as a box room.
She felt herself beginning to hyper-ventilate as she realized just how trapped she was, and while she had earlier been able to think at least semi clearly on formulating an escape, all she now felt was despair welling up in her, drenching her with the intensity of it.

Another tear escaped and before she could stop herself they were flowing silently yet freely.
Fear and distress grabbed hold of her with an iron grip and she allowed herself the tears instead of fighting them back.

She had no idea how long she cried, or exactly when she had slowly curled herself up on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. However when she heard the unmistakable sound of the door being unlocked she was instantly on her feet.

She wiped her eyes hurriedly. She'd be damned if she would show that she was terrified!

Her captor entered the room and leaned against the wall, slowly studying her.
Hallie took the opportunity to do the same. She stared at him, desperately trying to recognize him. How did he know her? She certainly didn't recognize the man standing before her.

Silence stretched between them as their eyes met and neither made a move nor sound.

After what felt like an eternity to her, he finally spoke.

"You'll be punished for trying to run, Hallie."

He uttered these words so simply, so void of any emotion, that Hallie was simply stunned.
It took a moment for her brain to process them before she began to back away. She had only gotten a couple of steps before she felt her back press against the wall.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She whispered, her voice catching.

He crossed the room and slapped her hard.

"You just don't listen, do you? I have already told you to be quiet and not speak unless spoken to. You do not get to ask questions. Is that clear?"

Hallie made no reply, her only response was to glare at him.
He sighed.

"Are you stupid? That was a question for you to answer, or wasn't it clear enough? Is that understood?"

Fearing another blow, she nodded, her eyes never leaving his.

"Good." Was his only response. "Now strip."

Hallie's eyes widened as she began to shake her head in vain.

"I will not, you absolute bastard! " She had finally found her voice again, only as she saw the anger flare once more in his eyes, she realized that was probably the worst thing she could have said to him.

He was on her quicker than she had thought possible and with one swift motion he had ripped the flimsy nightgown from her and tossed it to the side.
She immediately tried to cover herself with her hands , only to be dealt another blow that sent her head reeling.

"No. I want to see you."

Literally fearing for her life, she forced her hands back down by her sides, allowing his eyes to roam up and down her body.
He took longer than was necessary and she found herself flushing and her eyes dropping to the ground. Her modesty gone, she no longer cared about anything other than making it out of there.

His voice snapped her back to reality.

"Turn around."

Her head snapped up and she gazed at him. After a couple of seconds he repeated his order.

"I'm waiting. You really don't want to make this any worse."

The veiled threat was enough to override her defiance and she spun quickly.
The seconds ticked by and she began to wonder what the hell he was doing.
She slowly turned her head, hoping to see what he was doing, just as the first agonizing blow landed across her back. She jumped, simultaneously letting out a scream before she felt his hand on the small of her back firmly putting her back into place.

He let loose another blow.

"I'd really hoped not to do this. I'd hoped you would be willing the first time this happened." He said casually, as another blow landed.
Hallie made no response. Tears streamed from her eyes and her back felt like it was on fire. Stars began to dance in front of her eyes as he continued.

"But you had to be stupid, didn't you? You had to try and run, even after I warned you that it was in your best interest to follow orders."

Another series of strokes landed, all in quick succession, and this time Hallie collapsed, blinded by pain, to the floor.

He made no move to stop the assault, only silently continued, leaving welts across her back, and finally landing several on her front when she attempted to curl up in order to protect herself.

She could feel her skin bruising, the marks forming and the burning starting, and yet he still kept at it.

He began to speak again as he aimed another blow, only she never heard the rest of his sentence. When the blow connected, she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness and finally she felt no more.

[Manda]

Congratulations frosty, you have officially got this one hooked :P absolutely great story

[skjelner]

That was hot. Can't wait for the next part.

[IceMaiden]

Originally Posted by Manda

Congratulations frosty, you have officially got this one hooked :P absolutely great story

Originally Posted by skjelner

That was hot. Can't wait for the next part.

Thank you both

This girl is away over the weekend so will most likely have some more posted when she gets back home.

[IceMaiden]

Hallie awoke to find soft hands gently applying cream across her wounds which seemed to her to be on fire and she took a moment to focus on what was happening. As the cream sunk into her skin she felt it burn slightly before the pain became slightly more tolerable and she was able to gather her wits about her enough to turn her head and see who was doing the honours.

Her heart stilled as she realised she was still in the custody of the man who had been responsible for her wounds in the first place. Her first thought was despair. Upon feeling the gentleness of the hands that were taking care to soothe her wounds and lessen her pain she had allowed herself to hope that she had somehow miraculously been saved whilst she had been out cold. Her second thought was utter confusion. How could those gentle and caring hands that were taking such care to ease her pain belong to the same person that had caused it in the first place?

She opened her mouth for a split second to speak before closing it again. She had no idea what to say and her mind was reeling.

As if sensing her need for words, he said quietly,

"You will enjoy it more next time."

Hallie swallowed, torn between horror at the thought of it happening again and his audacity of assuming she would come to enjoy the pain he was inflicting upon her.
She made no response, instead focusing on the relief that the cream was bringing her to her. He applied a liberal amount to her hands before gesturing towards her breasts.

"I assume you would rather do the honours yourself." He said simply.

More confusion hit her like a torrent of water being unleashed. He hadn't exactly been shy up until this point yet all of a sudden he was content to play the part of the gentleman? She frowned slightly at him before turning her attention to the angry red lashes that marked her chest and began to rub the cream generously over herself.

After she had finished he helped her stand before wrapping a cotton robe around her body and handing her a glass of water. She took it gratefully.

"Thank you."

He smiled to himself.

"I see you do pay attention, " he said lightly.

Hallie raised her eyes to his, dislike clear in them.
Both of them undoubtedly knew that he was referring to her earlier lack of thanking him and the pain from the violent blows that had immediately followed. She emptied the glass and handed it back to him wordlessly.

He set it aside before taking her gently by the arm and leading her from the room and into another. Her first instinct was, as always, to glance around and take in her surroundings. It was another room she had not been in and she briefly wondered how big the place was. The room was bare except for a single bed pushed up against the wall.
He silently led her towards the bed and gently pushed her down upon it before raising the covers over her.

She made no effort to resist, instead staring silently back at him. Whilst the burning had thankfully lessened from her wounds she was still in considerable pain and she knew any unnecessary movement would only cause her more.
He stared back at her, his eyes unreadable and revealing nothing before he told her,

"I'm pleased you remembered your manners earlier. Good girl."

As he turned to leave the room Hallie felt a wave of emotions rush over her. Her first emotion was anger that he had mentioned this, when she had no choice but to obey unless she wanted to be slapped again. Her second was a mix between mystification and contentment. For a split second she had been proud that he was pleased with her, until she recalled that she was here against her will with no way of knowing if and when she would ever return home or if he would ever let her go. She had no choice but to please him if she wished to keep herself safe from harm.

He made to leave the room before telling her,

"This time, get some sleep. You'll need it for tomorrow."

She tried to fight back the words, she did not want him to know just how nervous and frightened she was, but the words tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them.

"What's tomorrow?"

He turned to face her, one hand resting on the door handle and he smiled slightly. She couldn't tell if the smile was meant to be reassuring or if he was smiling at her obvious agitation and turmoil.

"Tomorrow, your training begins."

[Dareholic]

I am liking the story. Can't wait to hear about the training.

[IceMaiden]

Sorry this has taken so long, I've had a lot of personal commitments recently. Hopefully will have the next part up in the next few days. Thank you to all who are reading/PM'ing.