**AUTHOR'S NOTE: Firstly, this story is a work of fiction. I do not endorse non-consensual encounters or sexual violence.
Secondly, if you have read the series so far, thank you. I hope you have enjoyed it! Please feel free to rate and comment below. I always appreciate feedback and criticism. Happy Reading.**
CHAPTER 4 - BEND OVER.
Her eyes fluttered open. Her vision was hazy, her neck throbbed, and her jaw ached as she stared at what appeared to be the hardwood floor of her living room. She was tucked into a ball, her forehead against the floor and her knees curled beneath her. She looked down at her body. Her arms were pulled towards her back and she could see her bare breasts hanging below her.
Looking around the room she saw her jeans and the sweater she had been wearing in a heap in the corner. She was naked and again completely at the mercy of her psychotic neighbour. She moved to get to her feet, suddenly realizing to her horror she could not move. She rocked slightly side to side but was unable to move more.
She opened her mouth to scream but found herself unable to open her mouth or emit any kind of noise. She appeared to be gagged but she had no idea by what. She found it difficult to move her face. Duct tape? She thought. But there was still something in her mouth silencing her further. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. She was voiceless.
She inhaled sharply through her nose, wriggling to try and loosen her bindings and looking around her wildly to see if he was still around. She called out as she suddenly fell to the side, losing her balance. She now lay on her side and froze. Her stomach churned with dread as she heard a set of heavy footsteps across the apartment.
Her bedroom door was open and she heard the clattering noise of drawers opening and closing. Her eyes widened as she suddenly saw a dark figure appear in the doorway.
"Ah, there's my girl. You've been out for a while. I was getting bored."
His voice covered her arms in goosebumps and she felt her heart drop as he approached her slowly with a sinister grin on his face.
He chuckled and lowered himself to the floor. "Did you lose your balance Princess?" He proded her hip, laughing.
She stared silently, her nostrils flared, breathing loudly. She could do nothing but wait for whatever his twisted mind had in store for her.
She felt his hands on her. "Let's get you back upright shall we?"
He pulled her over back onto her knees. She immediately began to rock again. "Hmm. Maybe we need to adjust a little."
She looked over her shoulder at him, dreading what that could mean.
"I had to make sure you wouldn't leave before we were done with our fun, and you made it clear you are untrustworthy."
He held his hand up for her to see. She smiled a small grin beneath her gag as she observed a small bandage over his hand where she had bitten him.
"Apparently my bitch's bite is as bad as her bark. I was hoping we could get along but looks like my plans have changed." He smiled and patted his hand against her bare ass.
She shivered as she felt his touch on her backside. She turned her head forward and shut her eyes tightly, dreading what he had in store.
"Now, we will need to make some changes to make this work."
Her body began to tremble as she heard the familiar sound of a belt buckle; the metal clanking quietly before she heard it hit the floor. She began to sob again beneath her gag, though she was surprised that she had any tears left.
This is it. She thought. He is going to rape me.
"Princess, why on earth are you crying?" He said with a bemused tone. He walked in front of her.
"Open your eyes, beautiful." He said.
She heard his boots next to her head and opened her eyes to see him lowered down. He was still fully clothed, holding a familiar black studded belt. It was hers, but she had not been wearing it that day. He laughed as she looked at him quizzically, her eyes still full of tears.
"I don't carry ropes and duct tape with me baby girl. I had to improvise when you decided to misbehave. Unfortunately, for what I have in mind we've had to make some adjustments." He said in a tone that sounded almost disappointed.
She realized just then that she could move her legs. She spread them slightly to give her better balance as she was still leaning forward, her face against the floor. She felt more exposed with her legs spread but finally was relieved of the ache she had felt in her legs just moments before.
It made sense suddenly what had restricted her movements as she imagined another one of her belts wrapped around her wrists and another around her forearms.
He stood up from beside her and took a step back to admire his handiwork. He let out a chuckle mixed with a sigh.
"Princess you look so fucking gorgeous right now."
She glared back in his direction, unable to raise her head from the floor.
"Would you like to see?" He asked, though before the words had left his mouth he was already walking towards her bedroom door.
She took a few deep breathes through her nose as she tried to calm herself. She felt more vulnerable in this moment than she had in her entire life and there was nothing she could do about it. She wriggled her arms behind her and could feel that her wrists were bound together and her arms could not move either. She continued to struggle until she heard his footsteps approaching her.
"Tsk tsk, no chance Princess. I wasn't going to risk you running off on me again." He said.
She heard a thump and tilted her head slightly, though she could not see what he had brought back.
"Let me help you baby girl." He said before walking behind her.
She felt a pull on her arms and felt herself being raised up. She could finally look around the room and let out a small groan of relief as her neck moved free from the awkward angle it had been on.
Her relief was short lived and she felt a lump in her throat as she made eye contact with herself, though she hardly recognized her face.
He had brought her standing mirror from her room. The tall looking glass she used every day to admire her outfit of the day or to sing to imaginary crowds through her hairbrush microphone was now being used to show her the vulgar situation she found herself in.
Her eyes widened as she examined herself. As she had thought, her makeup had smeared across her face, leaving streaks of black along her cheeks. Her hair was disheveled and pulled to the side where he had grabbed it earlier.
Most shocking to her however was the clear packing tape that was pulled across her mouth and wrapped from ear to ear around her jaw. It made sense why she could not move her jaw, but still wondered what she could feel in her mouth.
She squinted and gasped, shocked. She could see a bright yellow glow behind the layer of packing tape and shuddered as she realized he had gagged her with her own panties. She wriggled against her restraints again, when he suddenly placed one leg on either side of her and pulled her body higher. He put one arm across her torso, the other still pulling on her restraints behind her to keep her raised up. She had a clear view now of her full, round tits and smooth pussy.
He nestled his chin along her neck and bit lightly on her earlobe. "So what do you think Princess?"
She groaned beneath the tape and struggled to escape from his grasp, disgusted by the feeling of his hands on her.
He laughed against her ear. "You really surprised me you know..."
He tightened his grip around her torso and brought his other hand up to her face, dragging his fingertips along her jawline.
"Truly baby, I was shocked. Even with all your kicking and screaming, you were getting yourself off. Your panties were soaked through when I picked them up earlier. I hope you can taste how excited you were." He chuckled.
