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Author: elnino Picture in profile
Added: Sep 09 2012Views / Reads: 3248 / 2345 [72%]Part vote: 9.62 (13 votes)
A pair of strangers are taken against their will, but by whom and for what purpose? Could also go in bondage or voyeurism.
 


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James was a pragmatic man. A man of more than a few talents, and someone who was generally admired for not letting any situation get the better of him. But for the life of him, he couldn't work out what had just happened. He awoke, or at least he thought he awoke (his head was a bit woozy) to pitch darkness and silence. His body seemed numb, and the air faintly smelled... of sweat.

His sweat... That spurred his memory: he had been on his evening run around the lake; he had looked at his watch and noticed he'd been going for 31 minutes, and he had one and half kilometres to go, and then... blank. Nothing.

Now he was here, wherever that was. He turns his head from side to side, trying to see something, but there is nothing. He hears the sound of his hair rustling against a headrest, made of cool leather. In a moment the disorientation resolves itself into the fact he was sitting, leaning back in an inclined leather chair; his hands encased in gloves and tied behind him; his ankles cuffed to foot rests, his shoulders strapped to the chair. He turns his head again, realising that the darkness is the product of the thick black blindfold over his eyes.

He flexes his hands briefly, and then pulls against the ties with the force of a seasoned fireman. His hands don't budge; he wasn't going anywhere. He licks his lips (his mouth seems dry), and clears his ...

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