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Captor

A dim bulb flickered at a dingy room of a motel outside the Cairo marketplace. The motel itself was on the verge of collapsing someday. The signboard of this motel does not glow anymore, neither do any customer ever look towards this low rent motel. Once upon a time, this motel was the only inn in Cairo. There was a time, during popular festivals like the Abu Simbel Sun festival, no room of this motel remained empty. Cooks and servants used to be busy all day, they didn't even had the time to catch their breath or take a break-this continued till two days while the festival lasted. But now the, big hotels that were established much later are making this motel go out of business and isolated from the hubbub of the lively marketplace.

Nevertheless, today a couple have taken a room in here, and they seemed to be rich!

Back in the room where the dim bulb flickered in an ominious manner, a figure lay on bed with hands tied on the poster of the creaking bed and two legs spread out like an eagle, which are chained forcibly, but here, chains were not used but handcuffs that are available in any adult sex store.The captor was careful enough as to not to hurt the victim, so special attention was paid during the purchase of these handcuffs as the cuffs were made of velvet finished exquisitely with chains; so that even during excessive pull and push, the cuffs won't leave marks.

The boat of consciousness did not get to sail in the sea of unconsciousness for long as soon the boat sank emitting bubbles and gurgles pathetically, until it landed on something steady, vibrating till a discomfort enveloped the being, soon developing a sense of pain that made the vision become clear, only to close it again and open in order to understand the situation and place. Just then, like a flash of lightening bolt, everything replayed like a fast forwarded movie scenes, making the victim unable to avoid a flinch.

As the head and eyes got cleared, the tied up figure understood that apparently he's lying down on a bed on his back with his limbs tied mercilessly. The annoying humming sound of his ear disappeared and his auditory senses heightened. He heard the shower running-it was a perfect opportunity to escape from his captor, but with his limbs tied up to the bed, he's unable to do so. He was wearing the same clothes that he was wearing at the restaurant.....this delusion was however, soon, broken when he shivered as a cold wind helped him to break out of his reverie-that is when it was discovered that down there he's as naked as the day he was born.

His heart thumped erratically as he gazed at his own butt naked self as if he was seeing it for the first time. The effect of the drug hasn't subsided and therefore his brain is still foggy and muddled up but he could decipher the basic things that how he's tied up somewhere which is not his hotel room, he's butt naked and somehow he's got an irritating erection that glared at him impatiently to be released of its tension. He tried to move his leg but was unable to as they didn't respond to his plea, the chains jingled pathetically. Just then, the bathroom door opened and someone stepped out of the attached room. From what the drug induced victim could make out from the dimly lighted room was that his captor is a petite one, most probably a woman, who is currently now wearing nothing but a towel and as she appeared in his line of vision, it didn't surprise him much but his groggy voice said otherwise.

"You...!"