Claire white dress by woundedwrath
Claire black long dress by k-wesker
sanctuary by DECAN
props by ???
Story by BURNEDSMACKDOWN
Bondage story here so if you’re not a fan of it you don’t have to read it
Heather was not having a good day.
Being in charge of large successful company was not easy.
She had to deal with so many phone calls about unsatisfied costumers, 3 wrong number calls, 1 drunk guy calling and trying hitting on her much to her disgust and one threat from a rival company. Then there was a meeting with the Board of Directors who weren’t exactly pleased with her and they were talking about a lot of meaningless crap which made her already bad mood worse. Now she had to tend a fancy party about something about science crap she didn’t understand nor gave a damn about seeing it was cutting into her work.
So here she was decked out in a white halter dress that ended mid-thigh, dark nylons covered her entire legs, a pair of white gloves that end at her biceps, high heels that made her height a bit higher and dark loop earrings hanging from her earlobes.
She was sipping on a glass champagne and this was her fifth one seeing she was so annoyed from today and this stupid party that she was hoping that if she gets tipsy she wouldn’t have to hear anyone that tries to bother her.
Only problem she was having is she was having trouble standing straight thanks to the alcohol and her high heels which wasn’t good for her and even though she really doesn’t want to be sober enough to hear anyone hear she realises her mistake that she was well known for not holding her alcohol well.
‘Screw this I’m out of here.’ She mentally said having enough of this party and in her current state she didn’t want to make an arse of herself in front of so many people seeing she has a reputation to uphold. She slowly snuck away from the party not caring if she was missed there seeing she was annoyed to care at the moment, she can handle it in the morning when her mind is clear enough for her to care, but she wasn’t aware enough to notice that her presence being away from the party was a perfect opportunity for them.
Heather arrives back at her flat which wasn’t far from where the party was being held and her mind was a bit not there at the moment so it wasn’t a good idea for her to drive which would have been embarrassing for her too when everyone hears about how she crashed when she was under influence.
She opened her which she found strange. ‘I could have sworn I locked it when I left…maybe I was so annoyed that I didn’t notice that I didn’t lock it.’ She thought brushing off that her door was unlocked when she got home seeing she lived alone after her breakup with her long-time boyfriend and she didn’t like the company of people much anyway.
She sighed as she walked through home not taking note of her curtains all being shut seeing she was too tired, annoyed and slightly tipsy to give a care right now as she heads to her study.
She entered her study and walked over to the chair at the desk and flopped herself down into it not thinking or caring about changing out of her attire as she just wants to relax and rest as she just wants this day to end so badly.
“This day has been one bloody nuisance,” She growled loudly eyes closed as she massages her temple trying to surpass a headache that was coming along thanks to her alcohol she consumed. “The sooner this damn hell of a day ends the better.” She said leaning back into her chair and she didn’t realise heavily thanks to the alcohol that she was not alone.
“I can do just that dear.” A female voice sounded throughout the room and before Heather could open her eyes to address the intruder a hand suddenly slams down hard onto her mouth and it clamped down around her lips. Heather grabs at the hand, but another hand along with the arm it was attached to quickly snake around her neck holding on tight around her throat.
She soon noticed that the hand over mouth had a cloth in it and it was smothering her nose too and a distinctive smell flooded her nose: chloroform.
Heather pulls hard at the hand smothering her mouth with the chloroform soaked cloth and the arm wrapped around tight around her neck, but whoever this attacker was they were obviously no pushover as much as she fought she could not force herself free from the hold.
Heather fought and fought her hardest, but she noticed she was losing the fight as she tried to stop her eyes from rolling back into her head and her eyelids from falling over her eyes, but as she much as she wanted to fight she was starting to lose that will to fight as she felt her arms starting to go limp and slide off her attacker’s arm and hand.
Whoever was attacking obviously noticed this as they took their arm off her throat as they knew they had won the fight and Heather could do nothing as her felt her chair she was sitting on spin making her move to face her attacker and in her fading consciousness her eyes narrow as best they could at who she saw.
‘Samantha…that bastard ex-boyfriend of mine’s mistress…’ She mentally said with venom seeing even if the chloroform soaked cloth wasn’t still on her mouth she wouldn’t have the strength to speak and say it to the woman in front of her.
Samantha was the mistress of Heather’s ex-boyfriend Sam who always bragged about his new girl seeing she wasn’t what Sam said about Heather ‘a useless hag’ and Samantha was always on Sam’s side and loved tormenting Heather and by the looks on her face she was enjoying this a lot.
Samantha was a black strapless satin dress that ended at her ankles and revealed her entire right leg, black heels, black gloves that end at her elbows and a pair of black loop earrings.
Heather groaned into the cloth as she tries to keep her eyes open, but she was losing badly as her eyes lids were dangerously close to closing and Samantha smirked devilishly at this. “Shush now my dear it's time to sleep,” She said in a mocking motherly voice as Heather’s eyes now closed though she still stirred a bit in a last ditch effort of staying conscious but her fate was sealed and Samantha knew that very well. “Don't worry...I'll take good care of you.” She said leaning close to Heather’s ear and whispered it directly into her ear and that was last thing that Heather as she fell completely unconscious.
Samantha smirked as she saw Heather finally fall under the spell of the chloroform and go completely limp as she slips into unconsciousness and Samantha moves her hand off her mouth chuckling as she saw Heather fall to the ground limp as a sack of potatoes. Samantha lets out a full blown laughter as she could picture how humiliating this was for the bitch that was lying helplessly at her feet and she kept laughing as she picked a roll of duct tape that she hid in her purse that was on Heather’s desk and she looks down at Heather as she pulls some tape off the roll.
“Time to get you ready for the move.”
Samantha was humming a peaceful tune as she stares at her phone in her left hand seeing a text from Sam saying he would be around within a couple days to pick up the “package” seeing he was currently on a business conference and her right hand was holding on a rope like leash that was attached around Heather’s neck as her arms were duct-taped behind her back and her mouth was tape-gagged.
Samantha smirked as she closes her phone and as she entered her apartment and she throws her phone onto her queen size bed before turning her attention to Heather who was struggling against the tugging and pulling of the leash attached around her neck and she was glaring holes into Samantha who found it delightful.
“Now now dear no need to be feisty,” Samantha said pulling on the leash sharply pulling Heather forward hard almost making her loose her footing as Samantha holds the part of the leash that was attaching to the collar around Heather’s neck tightly. “Why so feisty anyway you get to see your ex again soon and he is such a hunk I thought you would be happy to meet him again.” She said with a calm smirk as she stared at Heather who growled/groan loudly through the tape gagged and Samantha’s calm smirk just grew more as she gave a really strong sharp tug and Heather was pulled forward making her fall forward and she landed hard on the bed causing a groan from her.
“But then again why would he waste his time on a slut like you?” Samantha asked grabbing Heather’s legs and she had pulled a roll of duct-tape out and started taping up her legs by the thighs. “Sam says that all he remembers of you is you being a needy bitch who only cares about taking his money and spending it like however you felt,” She said as she now tapes her ankles together completely cutting of any effective use with Heather’s legs and Heather groaned in anger as she tried to look for anything to help her, but her concentration was cut off roughly when she was flipped over onto her back and moved into the centre of the bed and before she could get her bearings again she saw Samantha get on top of her straddling her hips and lying her body on hers. “Sam remembered all the crap you said after your guys’ breakup and he wants to have a ‘private’ word with you.” She said emphasizing private as she had her face inches from Heather’s scowling one, but that changes to shock as Samantha’s gloved hands find Heather’s breasts and started playing with them.
“My I never knew you had such loveliness on you,” She said giving her breasts a good squeeze and Heather groaned in anger at how she was being treated as she squeeze her eyes shut hoping this was all a bad dream, but her eyes snap open as she felt Samantha’s hand rubbing a certain area between her legs causing Heather to groan loudly but seeing Samantha was lying on top of her she couldn’t trash was forced to endure it and Samantha smirked at this. “Until Sammy gets here in a few days you’re my little slave and we’re going to have such great fun together.” She said evilly flashing her teeth in an evil grin and Heather anger turns into fear as she understands what Samantha meant by that and she was terrified making Samantha laugh at this as she fully know she was in control here and she leans to Heather’s cheek and shows her dark nature by licking Heather’s cheek like a predator does it a trap prey before rolling onto her side pulling Heather close to her by keeping one hand around Heather’s neck and pulls her phone out and holds it above them getting a good shot of her grinning face and Heather’s scared one as her finger was the flash button.
“Now smile because this is going straight to Sammy.”