Bound Innocence - A story of Love and Bondage: about Sexy friends and Fetishes (Bound to be Free Book 1)

by Veronica Cane

  "Emily!" she stuttered. "What are you doing here?"

  Emily smiled and palmed the seat next to her and waited for Rose to take a sit.

  "I'm guessing the same thing you are." she said, teasingly. "Are you here to meet Mark?"

  "Yes, we are sort of dating…?" she said lacking of a better word to describe her relationship with the man.

  "It was obvious that first night you two had something going on, Rose." she interrupted her friend. "And this isn't the first time he brings you back here?"

  "No, but I still get so nervous sometimes I think I'll pass out!" she said, wringing her hands. "What about you? Are you meeting Damian?"

  "Yes, I am, but he is running a bit late tonight."

  "Oh!" Rose sighed, still obviously nervous. "I shouldn’t have come, this is insane, I knew it, but he was so convincing…" she blurted out.

  "Don’t you want to be with him? Did he coerce you in anyway?" Emily asked, suddenly worried.

  "No!" Rose almost shouted. "It's just I don’t seem to be able to handle this guy, I mean…"

  "I know what you mean."

  "Can you go in with me? I would feel so much more comfortable with you there."

  Emily hesitated, Damian had told her not to go into the club alone, but then she wouldn’t be alone, right? She would be with Rose and Mark.

  "Please?" Rose insisted.

  "Sally, do you think it would be ok if I go in with my friend and wait for Master Damian there with her and Master Mark?" she turned to ask the other woman.

  "Well, I guess. I'll warn Master Damian where he can find you." she said, smiling.

  Rose filled up her forms quickly and soon they were both in the main room.

  "Can you see Mark?" Rose asked her, looking around impatiently. The place was once more crowded and it was a bit hard to find someone in it.

  "Didn’t you settle a meeting place?" she asked her friend.

  "I didn’t think I would need it." Rose answered her, furious with herself for not thinking of that.

  "Let's walk around the room, to see if we can spot him." she suggested to her friend and they walked around the room with no luck.

  "I don’t understand! Sally told me he was already here. I know I arrived a bit sooner than expected, but, where the hell can he be?" Rose said, frustrated.

  "Why don’t we sit at a table and wait there? Maybe he is in one of the dungeons and won't come up until your settled hour." Emily suggested her friend.

  "Yes, maybe you are right. Why don’t you go ahead and find us a table? I need to use the ladies room first."

  "Ok, but please don’t take too long." Emily said.

  "I won't." Rose promised and headed to the ladies room.

  Emily sighed and turned around to head towards the bar, when a strong hand grabbed her by her forearm.

  Chapter 4

  Startled she turned around to see this huge stranger grabbing her. The man was almost seven feet tall, with a similar complexion to Hulk, dark hair and the darkest look she had ever seen.

  "Where is your collar, slut?" he asked, in an accented voice, intimidating her.

  "I don’t have one…" she started to answer, but he didn’t let her finish.

  "Good! You'll be perfect!" he said, with the cruelest grin she had ever seen.

  Before she could say anything else, he shoved a ball gag in her mouth and attached it behind her head. She tried to take it off, but he easily forced her hands into her back, and practically carried her out of the room, heading to the stairs that lead to the dungeons, and the other thematic private rooms.

  She squirmed and struggled trying to free herself, from his grip, to no use, and all she could think was on Damian's words, about the subs wandering alone in the club. She tried to breathe and calm herself, and think straight, and she remembered the club's safe word.

  "RED, RED, RED!" she shouted through the gag, but either he didn’t listen or he couldn’t understand. And the people around them wouldn’t intervene, since that was forbidden unless you were one of the monitors.

  He took her into one of the thematic rooms, shutting the door behind him, and when she looked around she shuddered. This room seemed to be part of a terror movie set in the medieval Inquisition, filled with all kinds of torture devices.

  "No, let me go! Red! I don’t want this!" she yelled through the gag as she struggled even harder.

  He pinned her against a St. Andrew's cross, with an extra crossbar in the middle, almost crushing her head on it.

  "No use to yell your safe word, slut!" he whispered in her ear, his whole body pressing hers against the cross. "That means shit to me, do you hear me?"

  "No! Let me go!" she yelled again, her screams muffled by the gag, as she felt fear freezing her whole body. "You can't do this!"

  "And who's going to stop me?" he asked, while one of his hands grabbed her chin strongly.

  She whimpered helplessly, so afraid she couldn’t even think.

  "Yes, you are so perfect, slut!" he said, as his hands started to strip her from her dress, that soon was just a black puddle at her feet, despite all her attempts to break free from his grip. "Nice thong, slut, I think I'll let you keep that one!" he said, mentioning the crotchless thong that had become her favorite, as his fingers ran through the thong's borders and in the crotchless part.

  He managed to buckle a leather cuff around her wrists, and then tied it to the cross, with her facing him. She tried to kick him, but he easily subdued her and had her ankles buckled to the cross. He also secured her neck to the central crossbar with a leather strap.

  "Please, you can't do this!" she mumbled through the gag.

  He crossed his hand, hard against her face as he shouted; causing the tears she had been holding, to flow freely.

  "Shut up, slut! You have no saying here." To confirm his words he grabbed some duct tape from a table nearby, and put a piece of it over the gag, silencing her, more effectively.

  "Now, let's see what we have here! Humm, nice piercings, are they new?" he said, with a cruel grimace. His hands grabbed her tits, weighing them, one in each hand, then kneading them hard, cradling them harshly, in his hands. "Oh, yes, these are natural, right, slut? Just as I thought. And they are all mine to play with."

  She moaned, terrified, still crying and squirming against the cross, trying desperately to break free from the shackles.

  "Stop it, right now! Or I'll make you regret every move you make." his threat froze her in her place, afraid of what he would do to her. Her only hope was that Rose or Damian, were looking for her.

  Then he started to play with her nipples, pinching them, rolling them between his fingers, twisting them cruelly and then pulling them through the piercings. This only caused her pain and discomfort, and all she could think of was how much she wanted him to stop it.

  When he seemed satisfied with his job, he grabbed a thin rope from the table, which he unwrapped, and with one of its ends in his hands, he took a step forward her, and wrapped the end of the rope around the base of her breast, tying it with a tight knot. Then he started to wrap the rope around her breast, tightly, at least eight times, tensing it very much, to the point of causing her pain. He again tied it in a knot and repeated the process in the other breast.

  It hurt, although not unbearably, but what worried her most was the color her breasts were gaining, they were turning purplish.

  When he finished wrapping her breasts, he tested their tension, and grinned happy with his job.

  "Perfect!" he said.

  She felt so helpless before him, afraid of what could come next, praying all the gods known to man for help.

  "Now, let's see how much fun I can have with these babies!" he said grabbing several huge needles from the table.

  When she saw the needles, she panicked and started to squirm violently, desperate to avoid the upcoming torture.

  ***

  "Good evening, Sally!" Damian greeted as he entered the club, looking around, expecting to find Emily there
. "She didn’t come?" he asked, when he didn’t see her.

  "Good evening, Master Damian! Yes, she came, and one of her friends too, to meet Master Mark, so she asked to go in with her friend and wait for you inside, accompanied by her friend and Master Mark." Sally explained, not liking the deepening frowning in his face. "Did I do something wrong, Sir?" she asked anxious.

  "No, Sally, you didn’t." he said, coldly as he entered the club, stepping hard and fast, leaving two very concerned women behind him.

  When he reached the main room, he scanned it quickly, as a sense of terrible uneasiness settled in his guts. She didn’t seem to be around.

  He spotted Mark in a corner of the room, and he stampeded over there, more concerned at each step, since he couldn’t see Emily's red mane anywhere.

  "Mark!" he said as he reached his friend. "Where's Emily?"

  "She's not with you?" a woman's voice came from behind Mark, and one of Emily's friends stepped out.

  "Of course not, I'm just arriving!" he almost shouted, as cold hands gripped his guts. "Where is she?"

  The woman lost all color from her cheeks, as she realized her friend was missing.

  "She came in with me, and I left her alone for a few minutes while I went to the ladies room. She was supposed to wait for me at a table, but when I came out she wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so I assumed you had arrived and that she was with you."

  "Damn!" he swore, worried and furious at the same time.

  "She wasn’t wearing your collar?" Mark asked, understanding the possibilities.

  "No! I was going to talk to her about that today! Damn!" he rubbed his hand over his face trying to clear his thoughts. "Do we have too many guests around today?" he asked Mark.

  "Yes, half a dozen men, from Russia, that came with the Russian consul."

  "Shit! Please gather a few monitors and make them look for her. She is reddish, with green eyes and a very white skin." He shouted the orders as he started running towards the stairs that led to the dungeons.

  She had to be held against her will, otherwise she would have said her safe word and would be waiting for him, at the bar, and the best place to keep someone without being spotted was in the thematic private rooms.

  He kept running, not minding the people he ran over in his pass.

  He stopped at the first door, and looked through the security window, but she wasn’t there. He went from one window to the other and he was starting to think he had been wrong when he saw her.

  His first impulse was to break down the door, but he made a superhuman effort to control himself and act coldly. After all, he could not be completely sure that she was not there of her own volition, though every fiber of his being were saying that was impossible.

  So he took a deep breath and opened the door.

  The scene he saw almost made him lose all thread of control that he still possessed. The bastard had silenced her with duct tape, she had a slap mark on her face, both her breasts were tightly tied and he was about to insert a huge needle through her nipple. The expression of horror on her face and the way she stared at the needle was almost more than he could handle.

  She still had not seen him.

  "Good evening!" he said as he entered the room.

  "What the hell ...? What are you doing here?"

  "Just checking if everything is ok."

  "I was told I would have complete privacy here." the man shouted, covering Emily with his body.

  ***

  When she heard Damian's voice, Emily almost fainted with relief. She resumed her struggle with the shackles.

  "Yes, but still we have to see for our member's security. If everything is alright I'll be out of here in a couple of minutes."

  "No, please!" Emily screamed against her gag. She knew he would be furious with her, but he couldn’t leave her there.

  "Everything is just fine!" the giant gorilla said.

  "Why is she gagged? How will she let you know if she is not ok with things?" Damian asked, barely controlling the desire to stamp his fist in that bastard's face.

  "She has no limits!" he said.

  "I'm afraid I'll have to check that for myself." Damian said, considering his possibilities against the gorilla, as he approached Emily, just to be stopped by the gorilla.

  "Don’t touch her! I won't tolerate this. If I'm telling you she is ok, you have to take my word for It." the man shouted.

  When Damian was getting ready to confront the Russian gorilla, Mark and two more monitors entered the room.

  "Things don’t work like that here. Step aside!" Damian said, barely controlling his rage.

  The man closed his hands into fists, but finally stepped aside.

  Damian ran to Emily and carefully removed the tape, and afterwards the ball gag.

  She coughed a bit, and still struggling to breath she said.

  "He brought me here against my will. I shouted my safe word and he simply ignored it!"

  "We have to ask you to leave our premises immediately, sir!" one of the monitors announced, and the man had no choice but to accompany them out of there.

  Mark left the room with the others, leaving Damian alone with Emily.

  He held her in his arms, tight.

  "Ohhhhh, please!" she cried as he pressed her hurting breasts.

  "I should have left you with him!" he said, completely furious with her, now that she was safe, as he took a step back. "Maybe that way you would think twice before disobeying a direct order, Emily."

  She sobbed, tears running down her face.

  "I'm sorry! I thought I wouldn’t be alone." she said, contrite.

  "This wasn’t the way I wanted you to experience this kind of bondage." he said as he caressed her swollen breasts. "Let's get you out of these restraints!" he grabbed some scissors from the table and carefully cut the rope wrapped around her breasts. "This will hurt a bit." He said as he massaged her sore breasts, reestablishing the blood circulation, in them.

  She whimpered as pain rushed through her breasts but his touch eased it a lot. Then he took her down from the cross, and held her in his arms.

  "What else did he do to you?" he asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

  "Nothing else!" she said as she sobbed, clasped against him, not willing to let him go.

  "You know you will be punished for your disobedience, right?" he asked, too furious as to forgive.

  "I know." she murmured against his chest.

  "Your actions put you in great danger. Normally things like this don’t happen here, but sometimes members bring guests we don’t know, and things can turn out pretty ugly, like today." he lectured, his tone, full of hurtful ice droplets. "When I give you an order I expect you to obey it, because, generally it will be to keep you safe from harm."

  "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"

  He held her tighter to his body.

  "I don’t remember having been so worried in my whole life!" he whispered in her ear. "Don’t you ever do a thing like this to me!"

  "Do I still have a chance?" she asked, looking at him in his eyes.

  He kept his eyes locked on hers, as he nodded.

  "I'm not letting you go that easy, don’t you know that?"

  She threw herself against him, crying even harder, finally free from the entire ordeal.

  "Can I take you home with me?" he asked when she finally calmed down.

  She nodded, unwilling to let go of him, and a few minutes later he was taking her home.

  She sat cuddled up in the car seat, her heart still pounding hard against her chest, after all that had happened. Pictures of the whole ordeal swirled in a frenzy in her mind, and she still couldn't shake off all the fear she had felt. For a moment, she had really thought no one would come to her rescue on time to stop that maniac from hurting her. And then she had that terrible knot in her throat due to the knowledge she had disobeyed him, that she had let him down, and caused him distress and anguish over what started being a total disregard of his wishes.

>   She embraced herself even tighter, trying to stop the shivers that once in a while ran over her body, and took several deep breaths to calm herself down.

  She wasn't aware of all the glances that Damian was throwing at her, worried of how she was dealing with the whole situation.

  Minutes after, they arrived to what could only be called as a mansion. It was a two floor building with a colonial look, surrounded by amazing gardens with flowers, trees, bushes and grass.

  He parked the car near the main entrance and got out of the car to open the door for her and help her out.

  She was so deep in thoughts she barely noticed her surroundings, while he was taking her inside, right to the drawing room, and seated her on a couch.

  "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked her, breaking the thick silence.

  She looked at him, as if he was speaking in a foreign language, slowly coming out of her reverie.

  "What?" she asked looking puzzled.

  "Drink?" he asked smiling.

  "Ah, yes, that would be great, thank you!" she answered with a sigh.

  "Are you alright?" he asked as he walked to a small bar located in one of the corners of the room.

  "Yes!" she answered, sighing again.

  "Are you sure?" he insisted, obviously worried.

  "Yes, I'm fine now!"

  "We don't have to do anything today. We can just grab something to eat, watch a movie or anything you want." He said as he handed her a coke, to supply her with sugar.

  She took a long sip at her drink before she answered.

  "I think I would prefer to stick to what we had planned, if we can." She said avoiding his eyes.

  "Do you think we can discuss what happened today?" he asked, as he stood in front of the fireplace, watching her with those stirring eyes, his tone dead serious. "Before we go any further?"

  She looked at him, noticing the worry and care in his eyes.

  "Yes, I guess we can." She accepted.

  "Good!" he sighed. "I have to admit my own fault in tonight's events, although being late was something out of my hands. But what wasn’t was the fact that I should have explained to you more accurately why I didn't want you without me in the club. Besides ‘Beginner’s Night,’ all uncollared subs are assumed to be available for any Dom to play with, within their own limits. "He made a pause, to look at her. "If you don't want to be available for anyone, you ask for a collar from the club's owner or from any of the monitors. That way, someone will supervise whatever happens." He explained. "I should have explained this to you, and I also should have given you my collar." He said, obviously filled with remorse. "It's a collar just to be used at the club, and while playing, since I'm aware we aren't ready for the real thing." He quickly clarified.