Bound Naked Tormented Broken In

Bound, Naked, Tormented, and Broken In
The sound of the key in the lock filled the small cell with a deep reverberating clang. A tall and muscular man stepped inside, backlit by the harsh light of the hallway, his face hidden in the shadows cast by his hood. The woman chained to the wall shivered in fear, her small frame almost seeming to disappear into the wall in an effort to vanish away.

Her captor stepped closer, and as he stepped into the light his features were revealed. A cruel and calculating face, with piercing blue eyes and short cropped hair, was looking down upon her. He surveyed her petite and trembling body, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. His lips curled into a sinister smirk as he savored the sight of the bound and helpless woman before him.

The man stepped closer still and without warning the woman felt a hand grab her chin and force her to look into his eyes. “You will obey me,” he growled, his voice deep and threatening. She could not bring herself to respond, her only thought being to comply to his will or face dire consequences.

He moved his other hand to her neck, his thumb and finger pressing into her soft skin and forcing her eyes to stay locked onto his. She could feel her heart racing, her breath growing short and shallow with each passing second. She wanted to scream for help, for someone to rescue her from her fate, but no sound escaped her lips.

The man smiled at the sight of her terror and moved his hand to her chest, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples before moving down her body. He ran a finger along her ribcage and lower until he reached the soft patch between her legs. His touch sent a wave of pleasure through her body and she felt herself grow wet with anticipation.

He pushed his finger inside of her, the sensation of being violated sending shockwaves through her entire body. She felt her muscles tense and her breathing become ragged as he moved his hand in and out. His other hand caressed her skin as his movements intensified, his touch becoming more and more forceful with each thrust.

His other hand moved to her neck, his thumb and finger pressing into her soft skin and forcing her eyes to stay locked onto his. He leaned in close, his lips hovering just above hers, and whispered into her ear. “You are mine, and you will do as I say.”

The woman could feel her body trembling, her mind spinning in a whirlwind of emotion and sensation. She felt broken and helpless, yet strangely aroused at the same time. She had no other choice but to comply to his will, or suffer the consequences of her disobedience.

The man leaned back and smiled down at her, his pale skin glowing in the dim room. He ran his hands down her body one more time before stepping away, leaving her in the darkness of the small cell. She lay there for a few moments, her body still trembling from the experience.

This was the beginning of her new life, a life of submission and obedience. She had been taken, broken, and now belonged to her captor. She had been bound, naked, tormented, and broken in.