Chapter One

Stella kicked her apartment door closed and tossed her keys and phone on the coffee table.  It had been one hell of a Friday working at the coffee shop. Typically, mornings were always stressful, but things slowed down as the day went on.  Not today, however — it was a near-steady stream of customers, and each one had a full paragraph for how they wanted their drink. The tips were decent, and she typically had her nights free, but she was getting extremely jaded with the life of a barista.

There was no denying it — she needed a night out, and bonus points if she could get laid as well.  It had been nearly two months since she broke up with Bret, and Stella could use a little action. Hell, maybe that’s why she was getting so tensed up at work.

If that was the goal, she needed to go to Sanguine.  Sanguine’s cover charge was pretty steep, but once you were in, the drinks were reasonably priced.  The twenty-dollar cover charge helped keep the riff-raff out, and Stella wouldn’t spend her night fending off nonstop douchebags like the ones who frequented Club Essence.

Stella heated up some leftovers and watched some television.  She glanced down at her Psychology textbook and remembered she needed to finish her paper for next Wednesday’s class.

Surely, I’m entitled to one night of fun, she thought.  I’ve got the rest of the weekend plus two more evenings to finish it.

Once she finished her meal and put the dishes away, Stella took a quick shower and looked through her closet.  She pulled out the “little black dress” she bought shortly after her break-up with Bret. It was a spaghetti-strap dress that fell to mid-thigh with a mostly open back.  The V-neck in front dipped just enough to tease her cleavage, but the dress said “sexy/classy” and not “slutty”.

She picked out some sheer black pantyhose and matching pumps.  Looking herself in the mirror, Stella smiled. The yoga classes were paying off, as she was getting quite lean and toned.  She turned around and noticed her butt looked even better than when she bought the dress.

Smiling, Stella went to the bathroom to fix her hair.  If she was going to be dancing, there was no sense in doing anything too fancy.  She fluffed her hair up a bit to give it some volume so the ends were just tickling her shoulders.  She went easy on the makeup, using just enough eyeliner to highlight her brown eyes, and some light contouring to really bring out the soft, angular features of her face.  A little bit of lip liner made her mouth pop, and in short order, the twenty-three year-old haggard student/barista was now a strong adult woman oozing sensuality and class.

“Let’s have some fun,” she said aloud as she picked up her phone and ordered an Uber to take her to the club.

Chapter Two

It was shortly after nine o’clock when Stella got to Sanguine.  It was still on the early side, so the club wasn’t crowded yet, but that would surely change in another hour or so.  Stella really needed a drink after today’s ordeal, so she went up to the bar.

“Vodka and tonic,” she said to the bartender.

“You want a specific vodka, or just the well?” he asked.

“The well’s fine,” answered Stella.

“Ugh, why do that to yourself?” said a voice to her left.

Stella turned to the man sitting at the bar.  He was clean-cut and looked to be fairly tall, possibly in his early thirties.  “Excuse me?” she asked.

“My apologies,” he replied.  “If you’re just looking to get drunk as cheaply as possible, don’t let me stop you from ordering the well rotgut.  If, on the other hand, you’re wanting a drink that actually tastes good so you can sip and enjoy for a while, go for a top-shelf brand.”

Stella thought about it for a moment.  She didn’t have the budget to be drinking high-end alcohol all night, but the man did have a point.  She deserved to at least treat herself to one really good drink. She could always go back to the cheap stuff later.

“And what would you recommend?” she asked.

“I’m a bourbon drinker myself, but if I was upgrading from a vodka and tonic, I’d order a Grey Goose vodka collins,”  he replied. “Basically, you’re replacing the crappy tonic water and lime for simple syrup, club soda, and lemon juice.  Your taste may vary, but at the very least, order a vodka that doesn’t taste like paint thinner.”

“Make that a Grey Goose vodka collins,” she told the bartender.

The man went back to his drink while Stella waited.  When the bartender returned and told her how much it cost, Stella tried to hold back her reaction as she paid for it.

Holy shit — this better be a good drink.

Once she tipped the bartender, she took a sip, quickly realizing why one cost nearly double the other.

“Wow!” she said aloud.

“Glad I didn’t steer you wrong,” said the man, turning back toward her.  “I’d have felt bad if you didn’t like it.”

“No, it’s really good,” said Stella.  “Thank you. I’m Stella, by the way.”

“Nathan Stoler,” he replied, “but most people call me Nate.”  He extended his hand, and the two shook.

Although his grip wasn’t too tight, Stella could feel the power in Nate’s hand, and she was a bit taken in by his earlier audacity.  It didn’t hurt that he was good-looking and wasn’t adverse to spending money for better things.

“Mind if I sit here for a while, or are you waiting for someone?” she asked.

“No one specifically,” he answered, gesturing toward the stool.  “Feel free to join me.”

Stella sat down, and the two of them talked until the club got so crowded they could barely hear each other.  Finally, Nate asked her if she would mind leaving with him.

Nate was well-spoken, and he only had the one drink, so Stella agreed.  The two of them held hands as they left the club, and Nate led her out to a nearby parking garage, and opened the passenger door to a nearly-new Mercedes.

Stella tried holding back her excitement as she sat down on the plush leather seats.  Nate obviously had both money and a good sense of style. With any luck, this could be more than a one-night stand, and she could get treated as well as she wanted.

“Is my place okay?” he asked as he sat down behind the wheel.

Stella noded.  “That sounds great,” she said, smiling.

Nate smiled back, put the car in gear, and left the garage.

Chapter Three

Although Nate was making light conversation on the trip, Stella kept an eye on the street names they were passing on the way to his house.  Finally, Nate pulled into the driveway of a small one-story house on Whittington Street. Stella made a mental note of the house number, 3407, and opened the GPS app on her phone to verify the location.  As Nate came around the car to open the door for her, she slipped her phone into her purse.

Nate opened the door for her, and she looked around at the conservative, but nice, decor.  “This is nice,” she said as she looked around.

“Thank you,” replied Nate.  “I keep things pretty minimalist in order to make cleaning easier.”  He motioned to a room off to their right. “Go have a seat, and I’ll grab us a bottle of wine.  Is Sauvignon Blanc okay?”

“That’d be lovely,” Stella remarked as she stepped into the living room.  A large, black leather couch dominated the space, with a glass-top coffee table in front, and some small end tables on either side.  A large TV hung on the wall opposite the couch.

Shortly after sitting on the couch, Nate returned with the wine, a corkscrew, and two glasses.  He sat down near Stella and opened the bottle. After pouring them each a glass, he held his up and said, “To new acquaintances...”

Stella clinked his glass with hers and took a sip.  As she expected, the wine was excellent — crisp and fruity with a clean finish.  She sat her glass down on the table next to his, and turned to compliment him again on his tastes only to find herself in a warm embrace and kiss.

Nate briefly pulled back.  “I hope I’m not moving too fast,” he remarked.

Stella smiled.  “Not at all. You’ll find me a very open-minded woman.”

“Oh?” Nate raised an eyebrow.  “Then I wonder if… No, forget it.”

Stella’s interest was piqued.  “Try me,” she said.

Nate shrugged, and turned toward one of the end tables.  He opened a drawer on top and pulled out two long pieces of red cloth.  “I’ve got a bit of a kinky side, and I was curious if you’d be game.”

Stella was slightly taken aback and paused for a second.  She’d read the 50 Shades of Grey novels and was certainly curious, but she wasn’t expecting this sort of thing their first night together.  Still, he had done everything right up until this point, so it might be something she’d really enjoy. “I’m game,” she answered.

Nate smiled.  “Okay then, we’ll keep it simple for right now,” he explained.  “I’ll just lightly tie your hands and blindfold you. I’ll just use a shoelace knot so you can untie it if you’re not having fun.”

“That sounds fine,” answered Stella.  She was a bit nervous, but Nate had practically been her dream guy up until this point.  She turned her back to him and offered him her hands.

Nate wrapped her wrists a few times with the cloth, and then around the middle.  She felt him tying the bow.

“Okay, here’s the bow,” he said, tickling the inside of her forearms with the loops, “and here are the ends.” He dangled the loose ends of the cloth on her palms.  “How does that feel?”

Stella shifted her arms a bit.  The cloth wasn’t too tight, but she doubted she could pull her hands free without undoing the knot.  “I’m good,” she replied.

Nate passed the other cloth over her head and covered her eyes, tying it behind her head.  “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“You’re funny,” scoffed Stella.

“That wasn’t exactly what I was going for,” Nate replied.

Nate shifted and began lightly kissing the sides of Stella’s face and neck as his hands gently explored her arms and sides.

Stella’s breath deepened as her arousal grew.  After a few minutes, Nate got up, leaving Stella to wonder where he was going.  Moments later, she felt him down at her feet, caressing her legs. Stella cooed as his hands roamed down to her ankles.

The next sensation she felt, however, felt like rope tightening around her ankles pinning her feet together.  As the rope encircled her legs a few times, she felt Nate lift her feet and wrap her shoes under the heel, finishing off with a knot in front.

“Um, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Things are going well, so I’m taking it up a notch,” Nate replied.

Stella felt her knees being pressed together and her thighs also being tied.

“This is a bit too much right now,” said Stella.  “Can we back things up a bit?”

“Just trust me,” said Nate as he finished binding her knees.

Stella wasn’t having any more of this.  She found the end of the cloth and tugged, feeling the loops collapse, but the knot didn’t release.  “Hey, did you double-knot this before you tied the bow?” she asked, trying to keep her composure.

“I didn’t want you chickening out before you got the full experience,“ Nate replied.  “We’re having such a good time.”

“Not any more, we’re not!” exclaimed Stella.  “We’re done. Untie me, and I’ll get my own ride home!”

She heard Nate sigh deeply, but he didn’t appear to be making an effort to release her.  She was about to unleash a tirade of curses, but no sooner did she open her mouth, when Nate grabbed the back of her head and stuffed a cloth inside, silencing her protests.

As Stella grunted through the cloth, Nate took another and tied it between her teeth and around her head, sealing off her cries.

Now Stella was in full panic mode.  She tried to stand up, but Nate held her down.  She felt him pass rope between her arms and around her chest above her bustline a few times, before he circled it up over her shoulders and behind her neck, forming a makeshift harness.

After tying it in back, he said, “Let’s see if those yoga classes you were talking about earlier are paying off.”  He pulled the remaining rope down to her elbows and wrapped them. Slowly, he tightened the rope, pulling her elbows together until they were almost touching.  Stella moaned as Nate wrapped them a few more times before securing them with a tight knot.

Stella’s brain raced as she tried to comprehend what was happening.  In a few brief moments, Nate had her completely helpless. She couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, and couldn’t see.  She was completely at his mercy.

Nate wasn’t done yet, however.  He tied more rope around Stella’s waist, cinching it into a tight belt.  Then, he passed the end between Stella’s forearms, around the cloth binding her wrists, and back to her waist.  Then he pulled the rope until her arms bent down, and her hands were pinned to the small of her back.

Stella was in no state to even attempt to fight back.  Her arms were completely useless, and the pain was nearly unbearable.  As she tried to think of a solution, Nate stood up and laid her down, rolling her on her stomach.

“One more rope ought to do it,” he observed.

Stella felt him tying a rope to her ankles and whined as he bent her legs up and wrapped the end between her arms, around the rope binding her elbows.  He tightened the rope until Stella’s body began to bow, and tied off a series of knots.

“If only you could appreciate how amazing you look right now,” said Nate, caressing her buttocks.  He almost acted like he was trying to reassure her, but Stella was inconsolable. “I’ll let you savor this for an hour or so while I make some preparations.  I’m going to make this a night you will never forget.”

Realizing the truth of his statement, tears began forming in Stella’s eyes and soaking into her blindfold.  Her dream man had become a monster, and she was in no position to do anything about it.

Chapter Four

After hearing Nate walk away, Stella tried her best to get free.  It was no use, however, as her limbs were bound to the point that all she could really do was rock side-to-side and squirm her head a bit.  She thought about trying to dislodge the gag, but she had a feeling that if she started screaming, Nate would be there in moments and make things even worse. Instead, she tried to shift herself in such a way as to alleviate some of the tension, but even that was proving fruitless.

A short eternity later, she heard Nate’s footsteps on the hardwood floor, and she suppressed a shiver as he approached her.

She felt him messing with the rope binding her ankles to her elbows, and sighed as it released.

“You’ll be easier to carry with that undone,” said Nate.

Carry?  Stella panicked and tried to plead with him.

Nate ignored her, and shifted her body into a seated position before pulling her to her feet.  She felt his shoulder press into her abdomen and his arms wrapping her thighs. Then, she was hoisted into the air.  Instinctively, she began to thrash.

“Hold still, or you’re going to bang your head on a doorway,” Nate ordered.  “Worse, you might make me drop you.”

Stella realized he had a point.  Even if she did escape his grasp, what was she going to do?  Her arms were pinned behind her back, her legs were bound together, and she was gagged and blindfolded.  Having no real choice, she settled down.

Nate carried her though the house and descended a flight of stairs.  Stella shuddered as she wondered if this sicko had some kind of torture dungeon.  Once they reached the bottom, Stella felt herself carried a short distance before Nate lowered her to her feet.  She teetered a bit on her bound legs, but Nate kept her from falling.

Nate tied something to the rope behind her neck and she could tell, based on the tension, that he had tied her to the ceiling.

“I’m going to untie your legs now,” said Nate.  “I wouldn’t advise trying to kick me.”

Stella suppressed the urge to do just that as Nate untied the ropes binding her thighs and ankles.  Everything changed, though, when she felt him grab the top of her pantyhose and begin pulling them down.

Nate roughly spanked the back of her left thigh.  “Hold still!” he growled.

Stella bit into the cloth stuffing her mouth and let him pull the hose down to her feet, where he removed her shoes and the pantyhose.  Stella shivered as her bare feet stepped onto cold concrete, fearing what was next.

Nate walked away briefly, then returned.  “Good thing I had a size six on hand,” he said, causing Stella more confusion.  He grasped Stella’s left ankle and gently slid her foot into a high-heeled shoe.

No, it was a boot.  Once her foot was in place, Nate pulled up the zipper on the inside, which ran all the way from her ankle to the top of her calf.  The boot was very snug, and felt like it was made of some kind of rubber or latex. Nate repeated the process on her right leg.

Stella tried to get used to the heel height, but Nate didn’t give her much of a chance before pressing them together and binding her ankles together.  She silently whined as she was hobbled yet again.

The next thing she felt was material similar to the boots press against her left side, and wrap around her legs.  Nate connected a zipper on her right side, and began pulling the zipper down until it stopped just above her ankles.  Stella could feel the tight material stretching around and constricting her legs. She had a feeling that even if her ankles weren’t tied, the rubber skirt would impede her movement almost as much.

“I’m going to untie your arms now,” said Nate.  “Keep them away from me and your face. I think you understand you’re not going anywhere.”

Stella nodded.  She wasn’t completely convinced, but it would be worth it not to have her arms in this cruel position any more.

Nate untied her elbows, then the chest ropes, and then the rope around her waist.  Finally, he untied the cloth that had imprisoned her hands in the first place.

Stella thought about throwing a punch just for the satisfaction, but her arms were tingling and felt too weak to even attempt such a maneuver.

“Take your dress off and hand it to me,” ordered Nate.

Stella mumbled a denial and wrapped her hands around her torso.

“Let me rephrase myself,” Nate stated.  “Pull your dress up over your head and hand it to me.  Otherwise, I’m going to have to cut it off of you, and it would be a shame to ruin such a nice outfit.”

Reluctantly, Stella grabbed the side of her dress and began lifting.  She hesitated a few times, but realized she didn’t have a choice. She pulled the dress off and held it out in front of her.

Nate took the dress from her and pressed something rubber into her left hand.  “This is a right glove. Put it on.”

Stella had to bunch up the long glove and work her hand inside.  The glove rolled up over her elbow to mid-bicep. When that one was on, Nate handed its partner, and Stella rolled that glove on as well.

With her gloves on, Nate took her left hand, and she felt a looped piece of rope encircle her wrist and tighten.  She tried to pull away, but her arms were still weak, and Nate tied it to something and pulled it upward at a two-o’clock position before tying the end off at the back of her wrist.

Stella tried to fight harder when he began binding her right arm in the same fashion, but it was no use, as she couldn’t get any leverage with one arm already tied while balancing blind on high heels.

Once her arms were tied, Nate stepped back.  “Ten-and-two, isn’t that what our driver’s ed teachers used to tell us?”  He snickered at his own joke before moving behind Stella and unclasping her bra.

Stella shrieked as it fell away, now feeling completely vulnerable in the freak’s presence.

Next, she felt something press under her jaw, she moaned as Nate wrapped it around her neck and buckle it in place.  Once fastened, the thick leather collar forced Stella to keep her head upright, and hampered her ability to turn her head.

“I think this can come off now,” muttered Nate, as he began untying her blindfold.

Stella blinked, but found it not as jarring due to the dimly-lit room where she found herself.  She was in an unfinished basement and standing between two partially framed-out walls. The wooden posts to either side of her had metal rings screwed in every six inches from floor to ceiling, and her hands were bound to a pair of them.  She stared at Nate with a look of despair.

“You should see how gorgeous you look,” said Nate, stepping away from her.  He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. He returned to Stella to show her the picture.

She looked like a true fetish model, clad in black latex gloves, with matching boots and skirt.  The collar held her head in a near-regal position, and Stella conceded it was a dramatic change from how she looked when she left her apartment.

Nate put his phone back into his pocket and said, “We’re not done yet, though.”  He picked up a long length of rope, folded it in half, and put the loop over Stella’s head.   He put his hand at the top of Stella’s sternum and tied an overhand knot, then he dropped his hand six inches and tied another knot.  He repeated the process all the way down to her ankles, where he pushed the rope between her feet and through the back. From there, he brought each end around the front between two of the knots, and pulling it tightly around, creating a diamond pattern in the rope.

He pulled the rope tight and began working his way back up Stella’s body, repeating the pattern until he was back up to her neck where he finished knotting the remaining rope.

Stella tried controlling her breathing as the rope dug into her torso every time she inhaled.  The rope “mesh” she was encased in was claustrophobic, and she could feel herself beginning to panic again.  She twisted against the ropes binding her arms, trying to get the rope to slip.

“Now, now,” scolded Nate.  “We can’t have you undoing my hard work.”

Nate took a shorter length of rope, folded it in half and looped it over Stella’s right elbow.  He wrapped her arm a few times and tied a secure knot. Then he took the ends down to one of the metal rings about mid-thigh level and hooked the ends through it, tightening it until Stella couldn’t move her arm.  Then he did the same with her left side.

“You probably could use your gag changed as well,” he observed.  He untied the cloth behind her head and pulled it away, taking the soaked rag inside Stella’s mouth as she spat it out.

“Please stop this and let me go,” Stella begged quietly.  “I’m not into this. I promise not to tell anyone.”

Nate just scoffed and retrieved an object from a nearby table.  It was black with a strangely-shaped rubber piece on one end with a foot-long hose connecting a rubber bulb on the other.

Stella attempted to reason with him again, but Nate put the shaped end of the device into her mouth and began working the plug inside.  She tried to fight, but the collar prevented her from turning away, as a rounded part slid behind her teeth while Nate maneuvered her lips over the wider, flatter part of the plug.

Nate held it in place with one hand and began squeezing the bulb at the other end of the hose.  The plug began to inflate, and Stella quickly realized it was designed to fill up in front of and behind her teeth, locking itself in place.  She moaned as the device expanded her jaw.

Once the gag was secure, Nate moved around behind her and whispered into her ear.  “I know you weren’t ready for this. Few people are. However, I promised you a night you’d never forget, and I intend to deliver.”

Nate took a breast in each hand and began kneading them, occasionally stopping to pinch and flick her nipples.  Every so often, he would kiss her cheek and whisper something ominous into her ear.

Stella couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, and they began flowing from the corners of her eyes.  If Nate noticed, it didn’t bother him.

Chapter Five

Nate spent at least an hour groping and taunting Stella, occasionally playing with the pressure in her gag.  He would increase it to the point where Stella couldn’t even breathe, then release it only to pump it back up again.  He must have gotten bored, because after a while he began untying the lattice rope, saying she was probably ready for something different.

Stella wasn’t wanting anything “different” — she wanted to be free.  Especially given what Nate had in mind.

Once he removed the ropes around her body, Nate released her arms and inserted them in some kind of cone-shaped leather sheath with a large ring at the point which ran from her hands nearly to the top of her latex gloves.  The sheath had a belt that Nate fastened around her torso, holding it in place, and again, Stella’s hands and arms were disabled.

The dreadful pump gag was replaced with a hard rubber ball that strapped around her head.  Stella noticed the metal ring screwed into the front of the ball. Although she didn’t understand its purpose at first, she would figure it out soon enough.

Nate untied her ankles and zipped the skirt up to her hip, exposing her right leg.  He brought over a thick foam pad and instructed her to turn sideways and kneel down on her left knee, but have the right leg forward in a lunge pose.  He guided the skirt as Stella knelt, wanting it to lay perfectly for what he had in mind.

From there, he tied a rope from her left ankle to the post behind her.  Likewise, he tied ropes to her right ankle and knee, running them to the post in front of her.  He tied a rope around her waist and secured it to both posts.

Next, he tied a rope to the ring on the arm sheath and passed it through a ring above her head on the post behind her.  He tightened the rope, which forced Stella’s arms upward until she had to lean forward to alleviate the tension on her shoulders.

Finally, he removed the collar and tied a rope through the ring on her gag.  He tied this to the post in front at the same height as the rope binding her hands, and pulled it taut, forcing her neck upward at an uncomfortable angle.  Stella wondered if she could pull the gag free, but it was strapped tightly to her head, and when she tried pulling backward, the tension on her shoulders increased.

Nate must have seen what she was trying to do and returned with more rope.  Kneeling down in front of her, he began wrapping figure-eights around her breasts, adding the occasional loop around each one individually.  After a time, he knotted the rope off in the middle, then strung the remaining to the post in front of her, pulling it snug. Now whenever Stella tried to shift backward, the rope dug into the soft flesh of her bosom, adding even more agony to her predicament.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Nate boasted, admiring his ropework.  “You’re like a perfectly-posed statue.”

Stella wished she could appreciate the position, but the strain on her neck and shoulders combined with the immobility of her legs and pressure on her breasts hurt too much to garner any kind of pride on her part.

Again, she tried to plead for release, but her incomprehensible murmurs went unheard by her captor.

Nate admired her for a while, then made a comment about Stella not enjoying herself.  He walked away for a moment and returned with a wand-shaped device which he plugged into a nearby wall socket.

Moving to her right side, Nate sat down on the floor and flicked on the switch.  Stella heard a humming sound and squealed when he began rubbing the vibrating head against her crotch.  He stroked her labia with the wand, briefly pausing over her clitoris, and then down to her perineum.

Stella tried to shift away from the toy, but only succeeded in tugging her breasts and twisting her neck and arms.  No matter how much she tried to fight it, the vibrator was doing its job. Her breathing increased, and she felt herself approaching climax.

Nate seemed to sense this, however, and moved the wand away from her pelvis, and began teasing her breasts and nipples with it.  As the sensation began to pass, he turned his attention back to her defenseless groin.

“I’m not going to let you finish yet,” said Nate, sensing her frustration.  “This is just to get you ready for the next phase.”

Stella’s mind raced.  Nate was driving her insane as he brought her close to orgasm before pulling away, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him.  If he would at least let her cum, she might be able to find some sort of enjoyment in this, but as it was, it was sheer torture!

Nate continued teasing her for a while, and eventually turned off the vibrator.  “I think you’re ready for something new. I need to make some preparations first, so don’t go anywhere.”

Stella didn’t appreciate the joke as her mind swam in a myriad of conflicting emotions.

Chapter Six

If Stella thought the last position was uncomfortable, then she had no idea what to call this one.

Nate had removed the skirt, and Stella was now kneeling on both legs.  Her ankles had been bound to their corresponding thigh, and loose ropes ran from each ankle to a post behind her.

The ball gag was gone, and in its place was some kind of head harness.  A rubber plug filled her mouth, but a large rectangular leather panel covered the entirety of her mouth.  The harness had a ring situated at the top of her head, which Nate had tied to the same post as her feet.

The worst part was her arms, however.  She almost missed the leather sheath, because her hands were now behind her back and craned upward so each hand was touching its opposite shoulder blade.  Nate tied her wrists together where they crossed, and more rope wrapped her torso, pinning them tightly to her spine.

Nate apparently wasn’t done, however.  He was fetching things and setting them up in a very deliberate manner.  In front of her, he placed a small stand. He disappeared again and came back toting a five-gallon bucket that appeared mostly full of water.  He set this on the stand, looking overhead like he was judging something.

Once he was done, he knelt down in front of Stella and produced a pair of scissors.  “I’m sorry about ruining these, but they have to go.”

Stella shrieked as Nate pressed the blade of the scissors around her panties at each hip and cut the fabric.  She whined as he pulled them away, leaving her completely exposed for whatever sadistic idea he had in store.

He then grabbed a long rope, doubled it, and wrapped the loop around her waist.  He passed the ends through the loop and pulled it snug, shifting the knot behind her.  Then, he pulled the ends between her legs and up inside itself, gradually tightening it until it parted Stella’s labia like some kind of cruel thong.

As he stood up with the end of the rope, Stella noticed the pulley hanging from the ceiling directly above the bucket.  Quickly she put the pieces together, and cried in protest. Nate paid her no attention as he fished the rope through the pulley and down to the bucket.  He passed the ends through the bucket’s handle and began to pull.

Stella screamed as the rope dug into her most sensitive area, and she rolled up on her knees to try and lessen the pressure.  However, the ropes connecting her ankles to the post only let her move forward so far, and the rope tied to her head harness bent her neck back at a painful angle.

Once she was completely stretched out as far as she could muster, Nate tied the rope off to the bucket handle.

Stella couldn’t hold this position long, and had to roll back.  This hoisted the bucket in the air, applying direct force to her vagina, and she moaned in agony.

“There’s about thirty pounds of water in that bucket,” said Nate.  “I’ll leave it up to you whether you want the pressure on your neck and legs or on your pussy.”

Stella wasn’t sure which was worse, and she tried begging for release, even though the gag reduced her pleas to a pitiful murmur.

“What’s that?” asked Nate.  “Your breasts need some attention, too?”

That was the last thing Stella wanted, because her breasts were about the only thing that didn’t hurt right now.  Nate pulled something out of his pocket, and Stella shook her head in protest when she saw the small metal chain with spring clips on either end.

Nate grabbed one of her breasts and began playing with the nipple until it began to harden.  Then he attached one of the clips over the end of it, causing Stella to moan as it bit into her tender flesh.  He did the same for the other side, and once she seemed to adjust to the pressure, he flicked the chain a few times, adding another dimension to the torment.  After a few moments of this, he took a small length of cord, tied it to the center of the chain and then to the rope holding the bucket.

Stella found that now, any time she moved her crotch, the chain would swing, sending a wave of fiery agony into her breasts.

Nate knelt down next to her.  “I’ll make a deal with you, Stella,” he said.  “If you can make yourself cum in this position, I’ll let you go.  No tricks, no dubious conditions I’m not telling you about. All you have to do is bring yourself to orgasm, and you’re a free woman.”

Stella wasn’t completely sure if she could trust him, but what choice did she have?  Even now, the rope digging into her loins was becoming too much to bear and she once again contorted her body to drop the bucket onto the stand.  This also stretched the cord holding the chain of her nipple clamps, adding even more misery to the contorted pose.

“Embrace the pain and turn it into arousal,” cooed Nate.  Stella wasn’t sure if he was encouraging or mocking her.

After a few moments, her legs began to tremble and she dropped back down, once again lifting the bucket into the air.  Through the pain, she considered Nate’s words. The rope was positioned directly on her clitoris, so maybe it was possible.

With no other option available, Stella began grinding her hips.  As the bucket shifted, it dug the rope deeper into her reddening crotch and pulled viciously on her nipples.  Still, it was a kind of stimulus. She just needed to mentally unify the two conflicting sensations. She continued working the rope, but the tension eventually became too much, and she had to roll forward again, interrupting her arousal.

Seeing she was having issues, Nate waited until she dropped back down and moved in next to her.  He began caressing her torso and lightly fondling under her breasts. “You can do it, Stella. Try and stay focused.”

Why can’t you just untie and date-rape me like a normal pervert? thought Stella. I don’t know if I can do this!

Nate’s touches were helping, however, and Stella found her hips grinding faster and faster.  The pain of the rope and the clamps was becoming a constant throb, and she slowly began to figure out the proper mental state.

She could feel herself getting closer.  If only it didn’t hurt so badly, she could have finished long ago, but she kept working the rope, closing her eyes in order to focus on her pussy.  She moaned as she neared the edge, riding the sensation but unable to push it over. Once again, her self-preservation kicked in, and she began to roll forward.

Nate reached out and stopped her, pulling her back.  “You’re so close,” he said. “Don’t stop now.”

Stella bit down on the rubber plug and clenched her eyes shut.  She fixated on her abused clitoris and continued pumping the rope.  Seconds later, she felt the climax coming on, and her brain exploded in white sparks as she moaned in ecstasy.

...and then everything went black.

Chapter Seven

Stella shot upward, covered in sweat, wondering what fresh hell Nate had in store for her now.  To her amazement, she was in her own bed, and her eyes darted around the room as she verified that she was, in fact, home.

That was one intense dream, she thought.  It must have been that high-end vodka.

Stella brushed the sweat from her brow and froze when she looked down at her arm.  She threw the covers back and saw the telltale rope marks covering her body where Nate had tied her as well as where her latex garments constricted her flesh.

She jumped out of bed and spied her dress, shoes, keys, and purse sitting on her dresser.  The dress was neatly folded, and everything was stacked in an orderly manner.

She opened her purse and took out her phone.  She remembered the address, 3407 Whittington, and opened the GPS map to view her location history.  Sure enough, it showed she had been at that address for most of last night.

It was nearly noon, and Stella was furious.  Did Nate think he could just use her as his plaything and then simply drop her off like an unwanted puppy?  There was no way she was going to let that stand. Now that she was sober, she was going to publicly humiliate him in broad daylight in front of all of his neighbors.

Stella quickly got dressed, opened her navigation app, and went to her car.  She drove to the house, pulled in the driveway, and got out, pausing when she noticed the “For Sale” sign in the front yard.

The realtor’s name was Nathaniel Stoler, but the picture showed a near-sixty year-old man who looked nothing like Nate.  She shut the car door and slowly began walking to the front door.

“You thinking about buying the Bolinger place, young lady?” came a voice to her right.

Stella looked over and saw a man in his seventies, holding a hedge trimmer.

“Um,” Stella stammered.  “No, I was looking for a friend’s house, but I think I’ve got the wrong address.  Does anyone live here?”

The man shook his head.  “Nope, ol’ Wayne Bolinger died of a heart attack about four months ago, and his wife moved to the assisted living apartments up on Kennedy.  The realtor’s been trying to sell that place for a while now, but if you ask me, that greedy bastard’s asking way too much for it.”

Stella was dumbfounded, but there was no sense trying to  argue with the man, nor did she want to explain what happened to her last night.

“Okay, then,” she replied.  “I must have misheard him. Sorry to bother you.”

“Oh, no problem,” answered the septuagenarian.  “You have a nice day, sweetie.”

Stella got back in her car and decided to return home.  She recognized the house, and she was certain it was where “Nate” had taken her last night.  If he was gone without a trace, however, there was no way she’d be able to find him and get the closure she was looking for.

There was also a nagging voice in the back of her head that told her she’d undergone the most intense experience of her life and come out of it okay.  Like skydiving or bungee jumping, the sense of danger had excited her in ways she never imagined. Maybe the things “Nate” said were true, and last night she learned something about herself she’d never even considered.

Stella also wondered if she should change the topic of her paper, because she had new, first-hand insight into a mental state that wasn’t often discussed.

THE END

Credits

• Cover image created with Canva.

• Stella is the OC of guardian38. This was a commissioned story.