It was pitch black.
Had the power gone out? What was the time? Lynn sleepily tried reaching for her phone on the nightstand.
Her eyes flew open. She couldn't move. And she was naked.
With a panicked scream she wrenched against her restraints. Her wrists and ankles were bound and spread into an X-shape. She couldn't budge her bindings at all. All she could do was writhe and twist her hips and shoulders. She futilely tried to pull her slender wrists free.
Oh god oh god oh god this isn't happening!
She quickly wore herself out, and lay there helplessly, mind racing. She must have been kidnapped. How? When? The "why" was obvious, and they had surely heard her screams. She dreaded their arrival.
Lynn's eyes blinked open. Had she fallen asleep? It was still completely dark, and she was still naked and restrained. So she wasn't having a nightmare. With renewed fear, she started weakly struggling again.
To her surprise, her encased wrists and ankles came free with little effort. Immediately she curled into the foetal position, trying to preserve some sense of modesty. It felt good to move again. But she couldn't have broken her restraints loose. Her captors must have set her free. Why?
She ran her fingers over one of her wrist-bindings. It felt like solid smooth metal with a softer inner lining. Like a steel-encased medical cast or something. At least it didn't chafe or itch. But she could find no seams, bolts, hooks, latches, markings, tethers, moorings, nothing. It was as if the metal had been cast or welded right on to her wrist. How was that possible? How had she been restrained earlier? Her other bindings felt identical, and none would budge.
Lynn didn't like these metal things at all. At least they weren't very bulky, and their inner lining was almost comfortable. She tried to assess her surroundings. She saw nothing, heard nothing. The air was slightly cool, and smelled sterile like a hospital. Her bed was comfortable, but there was no pillow, sheets, blanket, head or footboard. Again, she wondered how her bindings had been anchored.
She reluctantly got off the bed. Fumbling about blindly was better than just waiting. The floor felt like cold metal, but it almost immediately warmed to her bare feet. She reached blindly under the bed. She briefly thought of childhood monsters under the bed, but there was nothing. The bed didn't even have legs!
Alarmed she backed away. She did a walk around the bed, waving her hands carefully around. No walls, no nothing. The bed must be in the center of the room. But what was holding it up? Maybe it had a single central support column she couldn't reach.
Lynn struck out in a random direction, stepping carefully. She couldn't even hear her own footsteps, so she counted. Ten steps later, nothing. She took another ten steps. No sight, no sound, no touch, nothing. Her anxiety rose, and she quickly turned and headed back to the bed.
Nothing. She waved her hands around, walked in a spiral. Tears sprang to her eyes. The strange yet comfortable bed, the only point of reference in this sea of choking darkness, was gone. She sank to her knees in despair. Her captors had to be toying with her. Part of her wished they would just come and get on with it.
No. Lynn rose to her feet. Her parents didn't raise a quitter. She strode off into the darkness again, picking up the pace. Then she spotted something red and blurry in the distance.
She couldn't make it out at first. She blinked several times impatiently, before her eyes regained focus. It was a red-lit sign, in both English and Mandarin: EXIT
This had to be a trap! But what choice did she have? Lynn strode fourth quickly, almost to the point of a blind run. But the sign didn't seem to be getting any closer. How big was this place? It must be the size of a warehouse or airport!
Suddenly she was out of breath. Her limbs felt strained. She might have gained a few pounds since starting college, but she had also taken up yoga a few months ago. So she should be in better shape than this. She took deep breaths, and pressed on.
Lynn's feet scraped against the floor, and she almost fell. She trudged on, but her arms and legs felt like lead. She tried shaking her arms - what the hell? She tried lifting her foot. She wasn't imagining, her restraints were getting heavier!
She again futilely tried to claw them off. She struggled ahead, counting steps again. Another ten, and she had to stop. She was sweaty and panting. Her arms hung uselessly by her sides, her legs felt like they were on fire. She tried to push on, but two shuffling steps was all she could muster. And that fucking sign still didn't look any closer!
Her wrist-bands kept getting heavier. She sagged down to her haunches, palms pressed to the ground. For a frightening moment, she thought the increasing weight would crush her hands. But the oppressive weight was suddenly gone, and her bindings began to hum.
Before Lynn could think or catch her breath, some unseen powerful force yanked her wrist-bands forward. She had no strength to resist or stand, and collapsed face-down on the cold metal floor. Her bands kept pulling until her body was stretched slightly, then clamped together and lowered to the floor.
Several things happened at once. New restraints coiled tight around her waist and forearms. Her ankle-restraints suddenly wrenched her legs wide open. Even more restraints coiled around her legs, just below the knees. And all her restraints somehow locked to the floor.
Lynn cried into the darkness, "Why are you doing this! Please let me go!"
Her voice was strangely muted. And there was no response. She quietly began to sob.
"Oh!" Lynn gasped. Something had lightly brushed her right foot. Reflexively she tried to scrunch up. But she couldn't, because all her toes were restrained. She realized that the floor under her feet had dropped off, leaving her feet hanging off the edge and her toes bound to the side. When did that happen?
Her other foot was brushed briefly, causing her to squeal. For a tense moment nothing happened. Then unseen coarse bristles lightly scraped the soft undersides of both her bound feet. It was maddening! She screamed and struggled uselessly. The brush-things were relentless. Her screams dissolved into forced laughter.
Suddenly everything stopped. Then both her feet and armpits were tickled! After another brief pause, and her armpits, feet, sides, and inner thighs were next. Something like a stiff feather even tickled the cleft of her buttocks. She screamed, she laughed, she pleaded, she struggled, she cursed, she laughed more. When she burst into coughing fits, the merciless tickling finally stopped.
Lynn struggled to catch her breath. She couldn't believe this was happening! But her captors gave her little time to recover. Her waist-band hummed to life, and slowly hoisted her hips upwards. Her ankle and leg restraints also pushed forward, bending her legs at the knees. Or was the entire floor under her knees and feet moving? She was so confused. Even more restraints coiled around her upper-thighs. Her forearm and wrist bindings remained locked to the floor.
Once all her restraints finished moving and locked up, she was left on her knees with legs spread wide open. Her upper body was pressed to the ground, her hips elevated above her shoulders and pushed slightly back. She had held positions like this in her yoga classes before, but not naked and restrained! She was miserably aware of how lewdly she was exposed.
She waited helplessly in darkness. How much time had passed? A minute? Two? Five? How could her thigh and waist restraints hold her so tightly in mid-air? Her neck and thighs were starting to hurt. She sagged, but her waist-band was unyielding. At least the floor under her knees felt like soft padding instead of metal.
What were her captors waiting for? Would they take her gently, since she could offer no resistance? Would they be sadistic? Would they use protection? Would they violate her anally? That thought sent revulsion through her. The first time her high-school boyfriend had tried playing around back there, was also the last. It felt gross and wrong.
Pain and regret welled up in her, but she forced it back down.
What's done is done. He's gone, and I've already shed all my tears.
Lynn realized she was sweating, and it wasn't out of fear. The air was suddenly warm and moist, like a sauna. She thought the moisture might help her slip out of her restraints, but no such luck. The warm steam felt nice, in spite of her uncomfortable stretched position. She managed to relax slightly.
She felt movement behind her. She tensed, but nothing happened. Just as her tension started to ease, she felt something press against her crotch. Her hips bucked reflexively, but her damn restraints held fast. She had no choice but to endure this insulting touch.
The thing poking her was round, warm, coated with some kind of slick lubricant. And it was humming - a vibrator?
Seriously?
The device randomly moved about, sliding sensuously over her folds. Just as she started to relax, it pulled away. After a while it returned to softly rub her, only to withdraw again. At the third time, Lynn found herself trying to thrust her hips back.
Finally the device stopped teasing, and pushed its round head firmly against her. For a moment she was afraid it would try to penetrate her. The head was far too big for that. Thankfully it pushed no further, but the pleasurable humming had reduced to minimum.
