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From last time:
He carried her inside. Alex tried to see around her, but the way she was carried, just about all she could see was the stone floor, and then the carpet as they moved deeper into the house. Down a flight of stairs they went, into a dark room. Twisting, turning, through several doorways he walked, until he reached a particular door. He set Alex on her feet, leaning her against the wall.
“Can you stand now?”
He reached through the doorway and pulled a chain dangling from the ceiling; the clicking switch triggered a light. Alex looked down and saw a small cuff, linked to a heavy chain.
“No… Please…” she begged. “Don’t do this… Please!” she wailed.
Instead of telling her to shut up, or worse, he simply picked Alex up and set her on the floor, locking the soft leather cuff snugly around her right ankle.
Alex began crying.
The man stuffed a penis-shaped gag in her mouth. When Alex parted her lips instinctively, he pressed it home until the ball-part of the gag popped past her teeth. He buckled the straps tightly at the base of her neck, tugging the gag deeper as Alex choked and gurgled.
“I told you to shut up, girl. So you get a gag.”
Pulling Alex back a couple of feet from the door as she fought the gag, trying futilely to dislodge it with her tongue, he laughed softly.
“And now you can have the hood, too.”
Alex sputtered and gurgled. The elasticized fabric slid over her head and constricted around her throat.
“Just hold still, and breathe calmly. You’ll be all right.”
Certain that she would be anything but all right, Alex sobbed and wailed as she heard the light-switch click again, and the door to the closet close with an ominous click of its own.
Alex had no idea how much time passed before the racking sobs subsided. Coughing and choking around the gag because of her unfettered crying, she finally regained control. The closet, dark and musty, surrounded her. She wondered how she would ever escape captivity. Finally, she decided to roll onto her side, even though she couldn’t see anything. She landed without any extra pain, relieved at what suddenly seemed great fortune.
And after a time, she remembered her bonds. It had been so long since she could move her arms, she had forgotten even to try. A few twists and squirms, all of which tugged hard at the knotted crotch-rope buried deep in her wet folds, gave her the answer: no escape possible…
So she waited. And waited. And waited.
Torrents of her own drool rolled from her lips, uncontrollably. The hood only made things worse, as it kept the wetness against her lips, cheeks, and chin. For a time she tried to slurp her saliva back in around the gag, finally deciding that the cure was worse than the disease. Hoping to sit back up so that the drooling would be diminished, she abandoned all hope when she realized she couldn’t do it. Suddenly, having rolled over seemed a very bad idea…
And then… Footsteps.
Alex mewed pathetically. She didn’t even care if it was her captor whom she heard: she needed attention.
The door opened and the chain clicked. Alex’s hood still blocked almost all light.
“Ready to behave, slave?”
Alex nodded. The hood came off in a rapid tug and the light glared into her eyes: Alex squinted at the sudden change.
He lifted her up to a sitting position. She felt the ropes fall away as the unseen knife-blade sliced through them. Alex whimpered as her arms moved forward, the circulation returning fully. Her arms and fingers tingled slightly.
“If you promise to behave, the gag will come out, too…”
Before he could speak further, Alex nodded furiously, drool flying from her lips, dripping on her bulging breasts. Without a word, he pushed her head down toward her knees, as if to make her bow in her seated position on the floor, pressing her breasts against her thighs. The buckle came open, and the gag came out with some difficulty; Alex slobbered uncontrollably over her boobs.
Taking her by her hair, he pulled her back to an erect sitting position, then pulled her head back so she had no choice but to look at him.
“Move your arms, slave.”
“Why are you calling me slave?” she croaked.
He raised his hand as if to slap her face with his knuckles. Alex cringed and whimpered in fear.
“That’s your one and only warning, slave. That’s your new name. Get used to it. Fast!”
Alex cowered as she nodded her compliance.
“Please don’t hit me,” she whispered, her head turning away as the words trickled out.
Her captor seized her face by the jaw in a single powerful hand, yanking her head up so that she looked at him.
“Speak when I speak to you. Or you may ask permission to speak. In any other situation, keep our mouth shut, slave. Understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
The slap was not so hard as it was shocking. Alex, her head leaning away, still turned her eyes to look up at him. Her eyes asked the question silently.
“I hit you, and far from hard, slave, because you will address me as Master. If I give you a command, your only answer is ‘Yes, Master.’ Understand?”
“And you will do exactly as I say at all times. Your only questions will be for clarification when you don’t understand an order.”
“Yes, Master. I understand.”
Alex’s mind raced as she heard the words to which she agreed. She tried to tell herself it was only survival. She wanted to live, and she wanted to escape. At the same time, she dreaded being locked in the closet again, yet somehow, when she considered it deeply, she wondered if it would be all that bad, as long as he didn’t tie her up so tightly.
She noticed then that she was still wet between her legs.
To be continued…
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