Freaky one shots

Captive

I wake up really stiff and uncomfortably cold. I try to raise my hand and wipe my eyes but my arm is abnormally heavy. I adjust to the darkness and discover that my wrists have big metal shackles on them.

*wtf... where am I,* I think to myself. *this is definitely not home.* I try to reminder where I was last. I think I was walking home from the park... and there was that black SUV.... And that... man. *oh fuck*

I take it my surroundings. I'm shackled to the back wall by my wrists and the room is dark. There's really not much in here besides me.. My feet are free but I notice I'm only wearing my bra and underwear. Of course they're my best set. All dirty now. I frown.

After a long long time, I hear locks turning from the door across the room. I scootch back into the wall and try to cover my body. *I can take him. It's gonna be ok.. it's gonna be ok.*

A tall man dressed in a white t shirt and loose jeans walks in but turns back to the door to re-lock it from the inside. I take in his dark black hair and muscular arms. *maybe I can't take him...*

He turns and softly smiles. I feel him taking in my position and holding on to my vulnerability. He approaches slowly and crouches in front of me. I press my back into the wall but there's nowhere to go.

"Hi sweetheart," he reaches for my chin.

I turn my head slightly to the side and frown. "Who are you?"

He changes his mind and runs his fingers into my hair, holding me firmly, still with a soft smile.

"Your owner now sweetie"

"Owner?! The hell do you mean?"

"Don't start with the attitude," he warns, gripping my hair.

My eyes tear up from the pain but also the shock of the situation. There's no way this man has tied me up and is seeing me basically naked on purpose.

"You must be some sort of fucking freak if you think I'm not going to question you," I whimper and grip his arm that's holding my head with both hands. I try to pry his hand away.

"Shhh shh baby stop struggling. You're already getting worked up." He easily grips both my wrists with his other hand and pull my arms down, pinning them to my thighs.

"Stop fucking TOUCHING ME and calling me names!," I feel myself getting upset extremely fast as this man has his way.

"Aw baby I didn't want to have to punish you so early," he hangs his head and sighs. "But if you're going to have a smart mouth, I guess I should correct it early."

"Punish..? You won't... None of this is fair."

"Nothing is fair anymore babygirl." He releases my hair and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a few keys on a ring. He picks one and unlocks the shackles on my wrists. I rub my now free arms and cringe from the soreness.

He picks me up before I can protest with an arm under my knees and one around my shoulders. "I'm sorry if those hurt baby, the chains were a necessary precaution." I just roll my eyes and look away.

"Tsk. You have a lot of nerve"

He sets me down to unlock the door and then picks me up again quickly. We walk out of the room and down a long hallway into a yellow and pink decorated room.

"This is your room sweetheart and I won't always punish you here but I think I need to associate this place with a little more fear."

He drops me on the bed and watches me scramble to the side closest to the wall.

"And where do you think you're gonna go?", he chuckles teasingly. He grabs my ankles and drags me back down so I'm laying on my back. He crawls on top of me and straddles my waist with his knees on either side of me. He lifts my arms up over my head and attaches them both to a chain attached to the headboard that I hadn't even noticed.

I wriggle and test the restraint with a shudder.
"You're sick," I twist in place. He places a hand over my mouth and leans in close to my face.
"You're about to eat your words baby," he smirks. I narrow my eyes. He lifts off of me and walks out of the room before returning with a knife and a box of.... Things?

I recoil at the sight of the knife. "Oh don't worry, I would never cut you," he says but for some reason I'm having a hard time believing it. He places the box on the dresser and comes back to straddling me.

"Stay still, ok?" He uses the knife to cut off my bra by the straps and my underwear. I have a hard time not jerking out of the way or even screaming at him but I don't want to get cut. I just stiffen and shoot daggers at him with my eyes.

"Such a good girl"

I can't help but feel my face burn red from embarrassment and anger. I try to move my arms to cover myself but I'm left helpless. He just smirks down at me and seems to enjoy my shame.

He grabs something from the box and brings it in front of my face. It's a blindfold.

" I don't want that.. I need to see. Please."

"You don't get to make requests sweetheart."

He leans in and ties it around my head. I'm left in complete darkness. I feel my senses heighten and my fear growing. My chest is rising and falling quickly.

The next thing I hear and feel is a cold vibration against my inner thigh. I jerk my leg but quickly feel a hand pushing down on it, holding me in place. The vibrator slowly moves up my leg and towards my most sensitive area.

I start to whine again, "oh please no. Not this."

"Shh baby. This punishment won't even be near as bad as they can be."

I frown at his words. Does he expect that to soothe me?? What a fucking assho- my thoughts are cut off when the vibration skips to my clit. I try to move away from the pressure but he grips me tightly in place.

"Don't fucking move unless I tell you," he growls.

"You can't do this! You PRICK." I continue to squirm. The vibrations stop for a moment until I hear him leave and come back, stuffing my torn panties down my throat and taping my mouth shut over them. I whimper and whine but none of my words get out.

"Your mouth is so pretty when I control what comes out of it," he coos and strokes my hair.

The vibrations continue and he traces small circles on my stomach and boobs, occasionally wrapping his mouth around one to suck and drool on my nipples. They are already rock hard and sensitive to his teasing touch.

Eventually I feel an orgasm building in my core and I try to reach it. He must notice this because he waits another second until I'm so close and then pulls it away.

"Nuh uh baby. I control when you get to cum."

"Mmmmnnssph" I groan angrily and push towards where I think his arm is.

He uses his free hand to push my lower back onto the bed again and brings the vibrator back to my clit. He repeats this edging motion two more times until I'm drooling and whimpering for a release.

He finally lets my orgasm build to its peak and then I spill over the edge and moan into my soaked panties. He praises me and strokes my hair and face. He removes the blindfold and panties from my mouth. He takes my arms out of the restraint and holds me to his chest.

"You're gonna be such a good girl. I hope this taught you a little about who's in charge baby. Let's clean you up."