Chapter174 Captive Sex
Aliya POV
When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t move.
My body was bound tight with ropes, cutting into my skin. A rubber ball gag was stuffed in my mouth, strapped behind my head. A low hum filled the room, some kind of machine whirring to life.
I felt a sharp tug from above, pulling at my back and one leg, which was tied with my calf pressed against my thigh.
The ropes around my chest hoisted my breasts upward, digging in so hard it felt like my body was being sliced apart. I struggled to balance on my one free leg, my muscles screaming from the effort.
“How’s it feel, baby?” Nikolai’s voice cut through the haze.
I blinked, my vision clearing. I was in his lockdown room.
The dim light cast shadows on the walls, and my stomach twisted as I realized where I was.
“You want water?” he asked, his tone casual, like he wasn’t the one who’d tied me up like this.
My throat was raw from earlier, burning from the intensity of what we’d done. I nodded, desperate for relief.
He grabbed a bottle, but instead of taking the gag out, he tilted my head back and poured. The water trickled through the holes in the gag, slow and teasing.
I swallowed hard, trying not to choke, the cool liquid easing the ache in my throat. Half of it spilled, dripping down my chin and onto my chest, soaking my skin.
His hand found my nipple, already hard from the ropes pulling my breasts taut. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingers. I tried to curse him out, but the gag muffled my words into pathetic whimpers.
He smirked, then turned away. That’s when I saw it: an X-shaped rack in the corner, a wooden horse with a pointed top next to it.
The walls were lined with whips, ropes, canes, gags, and dildos of every size and shape. My heart pounded.
Nikolai came back holding a medium-sized vibrator and two clamps connected by a thin chain.
“Since you’re so good at finding other guys to fuck, let’s see if I can satisfy you all at once,” he said, his voice low and mocking.
He clipped the clamps onto my nipples, the sharp bite making me flinch.
Then his fingers slid into my exposed pussy, probing without warning. I squirmed, trying to pull away, but a hard smack landed on my ass.
“What’s the rush, you greedy little slut?” he taunted.
His fingers worked me open for only a moment before he pushed the vibrator inside.
It wasn’t smooth, its uneven shape stretching me as it filled me up. I could feel every inch, my body betraying me as it adjusted to the intrusion.
“Mmph!” I groaned through the gag, my body tensing.
The ropes held me tight, turning me into a helpless bundle of flesh. When he flipped the switch, the vibrator buzzed to life, and my legs buckled.
My free leg couldn’t hold me up, and I slumped against him, my body soft and pliant.
Nikolai moved the toy in and out, watching my face like he was studying every twitch. Each time it hit a certain spot, it was like electricity shooting through me, my toes curling despite myself.
I realized too late that the water he’d given me was spiked with something.
My body was too responsive, too eager, and I cursed myself for not noticing sooner. My pussy was already soaking, dripping with every thrust of the toy.
“Look at you, getting off on a toy,” he mocked, pulling it out. He yanked the gag off, leaving my mouth free, then pressed a button.
The machine above whirred, lifting me higher until my waist was forced down, my ass sticking up in the air.
He wasted no time, swiftly fastening my ankles to the metal bar below with shackles, forcing my legs wide open and completely defenseless.
My pussy was completely exposed, like I was begging for it.
“You look like a horny little kitten,” he said, stepping back to admire his work.
He forced me to face a mirror, and I saw myself: bent over, my breasts hanging heavy, swaying with every movement. He slapped my ass, the sound echoing in the room.
“Fuck you,” I spat, my voice hoarse but defiant.
I wanted to kick him, but my legs were spread wide, ankles cuffed to a bar, leaving me open and vulnerable. He ignored my words, grabbing a whip from the wall.
“This is for leaving me,” he said, landing the first strike across my ass. The sting made me gasp.
Another lash. “This is for fucking around with other guys.”
The whip came down again and again, each strike burning more than the last. “Count them,” he ordered.
I gritted my teeth, forcing out the numbers. “One… two… three…” By the time I reached twenty, my voice was shaking, my skin on fire. He stopped, looking pleased with himself.
Nikolai undid his pants, his cock already hard. He stepped closer, the thick head pressing against my slit, teasing the entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, stretching me open.
I moaned, hating how my body welcomed him, how my pussy clenched around him like it couldn’t get enough.
He fucked me hard, relentless, the ropes keeping me in place as he took what he wanted.
I lost track of time, my world narrowing to the feel of him inside me, the slap of his skin against mine, the wet sounds filling the room.
My body was a traitor, chasing the pleasure even as my mind screamed at me to fight back.
Finally, Nikolai came, his hot release spilling inside me. Only then did he lower the ropes, untying me. My body gave out, and I collapsed into his arms, unconscious.