TRIGGER WARNINGS: This series of stories will feature explicit non-consent, abduction, slavery. Do not read is you are sensitive to these topics.

This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real life situation or person was coincidental.

The Enigma

Night has fallen once again. The moonlight bathing her body, curves glowing softly. The need to touch her smooth skin causing the ache inside me to become sharp, piercing like the tip of a knife with each intake of my breath. She stirs on the bed rolling from her side to lie on her back. Her eyes fluttering open as I turn on the small lamp in the corner. Her big brown eyes widen slightly as the sleep dissipates her current situation revealing itself. A small whimper escapes her lips making my cock twitch in anticipation. My pulse increasing as I watch her take in every detail of my beautiful creation. Her face revealing every thought as I watch the trepidation wash over her then bleed into the delectable arousal I seek. The flush creeping up her neck and face, her panting breath, as her nipples harden causing a flood of power to rush through my body. The beautiful dance she does for me as I twist her depravity. Her body moving perfectly to the my music. Each note I play she feels deep inside her soul. Fear, shame, pain, creating the haunting melody of her undeniable aching need.

I stand and walk toward her marveling at the beauty of her, the intricate knots of the red silk rope wrapped around her body. Criss-crossed in beauitful patterns causing her flesh to budge slightly in-between each opening. Running the length of her back to where her wrists are secured. Across her neck and chest to form a harness circling each breast pushing them up then trailing down to wrap around her thighs on either side of her wet folds. They trail between her legs and up to cup each cheek of her lovely ass as they continue circling each leg to end in coils at her ankles. A piece of living art that steals my breath making my erection twitch painfully.

Her eyes rise up to meet mine as I tower over her form and I speak. "It's called shibari Stephanie. It is a Japanese form of binding creating patterns that contrast and complement the natural curves of your body. The seduction lies in the feel of soft skin against rough rope, strength against exposure, calm against the edge of risk. I have to say poppet that you are the most perfect piece of art I have ever created." I caress the side of her face, bending I brush my lips across hers whispering into her ear. "How does it feel poppet to be so completely captured. Every knot a binding of submission to not only me but to the perfect slut you hide inside yourself."

I turn opening the drawer on the bedside table and select a few items, looking back at her eyes wary as she watches me. Sliding my hand to cup her breast my thumb rubbing across her hard nipple. My hand moving down her body to slide my fingers between her wet folds eliciting a small whimper from her mouth. Her face reddens as her eyes fill with need and shame. A smile twisting my lips as I dip a finger deep inside her. Pulling out of her I pick up the small vibrating egg moving it to her entrance I press it easily inside her dripping wet hole. Her whimper making my rigid cock press harder against my jeans. Standing, I roll her onto her side as she struggles shifting her onto her stomach. Her fingers open and close, the coils of red rope encircling her wrists. The pale globes of her ass in full view. Opening the bottle of lube I pour it onto her ass watching as it runs down between her cheeks. My hand following it, pushing her cheeks apart a finger barely pressing against her tight puckered hole.

She stiffens immediately, her head shaking from side to side and she gasps. "No! no please don't. I...." she falters before continuing "please don't do that. My smile widening as I slowly start to work a finger inside her. A strangled whine comes from her throat. She begins to pant, he breathing rapid and gasping. I speak. "Relax poppet. It will only hurt worse if you don't. I'm not stopping you should know that by now. Take slow deep breaths for me." I continue to work my finger in and out of her slowly then adding a second, the way her tight hole grips my fingers making me groan out loud. She struggles sobbing, raising my other hand I bring it down smacking hard across her ass. She gasps out a choked sob and immediately stills.

Moving my free hand down to her clit I begin to circle it with my fingers, my other fingers continue to push in and out of her puckered hole. After a few moments her whimpers slow and she moans softly, I rub across her clit faster, hardened beneath my fingers. Relaxing, her hips raising her ass off the bed and push back into me. "That's a good girl, poppet." I praise her. Reaching down I pick up the small plug and pull my fingers out as I continue my ministrations on her clit. Coating it in the lube she is already covered in, I push it against her little hole. She cry out as it slips inside her seating itself. The jeweled end resting perfectly against her skin.

I stand and roll her over on her back, she groans as the movement shifts the plug inside her. Picking up my phone from the bedside table I open the app. Her body shudders and she gasps as the egg begins to vibrate. Pressing again on my phone, I chuckle softly as she moans loudly when the plug comes to life vibrations. Setting both on low, I watch her for several minutes. Her body writhing on the bed. Her face still wet with tears as continued moans and whimpers trickle from her lips. Her cries continue a garbled string of obscenities, punctuated as she calls out to God begging for salvation.

I lean down to lick the fresh tears rolling down her cheek the sweet taste of her suffering coating my tongue, my cock throbbing so hard my legs feel weak as I whisper. " You should be thanking me Stephanie, for preparing you for my destruction. Because tonight I am going to bury my cock so deep inside both your tight little holes, stretching and consuming you so completely that the only God you will ever call out for will be me. When the sun rises in the morning I will own every part of you Poppet." Her whimpered sobs follow me as I walk out closing the door softly behind me.