A New Life {~Ladydark/Opale~}

[Ladydark]

Marcus enters a room in his basement, the walls were padded and it had no windows, the lighting was behind metal mesh so it couldn’t be tampered with, on one side of the room was a full size bed with restraints at the head and foot of the bed. On the other side of the room was an assortment of sex toys and lubes, along side some sex machines and paddles for spanking. In the middles of the room was an examination chair with more straps and restraints. This is where Marcus deposits his cargo, a woman with her head covered and her arms and legs bound, she’d been drugged for easy transport and was currently still unconscious. He begins to remove the ropes from her arms and legs, only to strap them down again to the chair, her legs being forced open slightly, which could be adjusted later to wider. He then removes the cover from her head, but then slips a blindfold over her eyes, she’s didn’t need to see his face just yet.

While she was still out of it, he starts to look over her body and begins to cut away her clothing, she wouldn’t be needing it for a while. He also starts to attach items to her body, several patches with wires attached to them, these would give her shocks if she misbehaves, not high enough to injure her, but enough to be painful. He places two by her neck, two just under her breasts and two on her hips, then moves one to the more enjoyable attachments. He tapes some bullet vibrators to her nipples and one down just over her clit, then covers her up with a light sheet to let her sleep on the last of the drug. While waiting he gets an arrangement over needles ready on a small side table.

 

[Opale]

As consciousness began to seep back into Megan's mind, she felt disoriented, her thoughts swirling in a haze of confusion. Gradually, the fog lifted, and she became aware of her surroundings. Panic surged within her as she realized she was no longer in familiar territory.

Her body felt heavy and restrained, the sensation of being bound sinking in as her senses sharpened. Discomfort prickled at her skin, and she shivered involuntarily, a sense of vulnerability creeping over her. She tried to move, to free herself from the constraints, but found her limbs held fast by unfamiliar restraints.

Fear gripped her heart as she struggled against the bindings, her breath quickening in shallow gasps. She wanted to scream for help, but her voice caught in her throat, silenced by the overwhelming sense of dread that enveloped her.

As she frantically attempted to make sense of her predicament, Megan's mind raced with questions. Where was she? How had she ended up here? The memories of her capture flooded back, sending a wave of despair crashing over her.

Trembling, she dared to open her eyes, only to be met with darkness. A blindfold obscured her vision, adding to the sense of isolation that consumed her. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she fought to stay calm, to think rationally amidst the chaos.

With each passing moment, Megan's fear intensified, her heart hammering in her chest. She was alone, vulnerable, at the mercy of her captor. And as the realization of her situation sank in, she knew that escape would not come easily. But she refused to surrender to despair, clinging to the flicker of hope that burned within her.

 

[Ladydark]

Marcus looks towards her from across the room as he noticed her starting to move and pull at her restraints, he smirks and picks up a few more items before returning to her side and looking her over with a grin. “Ah… Awake I see… Very good… You know… You were not an easy capture, you put those skills of yours to use… Even fighting off the tranquilizers for a while… But you did fall eventually… And here we are…” He then pulls back the sheet covering her and looks her over to make sure nothing fell off and smirks again. “It’s about time for our fun to begin…”

He turns from her, not that she could see him, and gets a few needles ready and cleans a spot on her arm. “This shouldn’t hurt…” He then injects the shot into her arm, this one would slowly dull her mind, making complex thought difficult, but still leaving her aware of what was going on. It would work slowly over the next hour, making her feel like she was in a sort of fog. The next shot he gave her was an aphrodisiac, to make her body extra sensitive to what he was going to do to her.

 

[Opale]

Megan's heart pounded in her chest as Marcus's voice pierced through the darkness, sending a shiver down her spine. His words dripped with malice, each syllable sending waves of fear coursing through her veins. She strained against her restraints, desperation clawing at her as she struggled to break free from the suffocating grip of captivity.

As Marcus approached, a sinister grin plastered across his face, Megan's breath caught in her throat. She felt exposed, vulnerable under his intense scrutiny. His words only fueled her terror, confirming her worst fears about the twisted intentions lurking behind his facade of civility. She did her best to not talk. TO not offer him any word to catch her on.

The touch of the needle against her skin sent a jolt of panic coursing through her veins. She thrashed against her restraints, her protests muffled by the blindfold that robbed her of sight. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as the sharp sting of the injection pierced her flesh, sending a surge of cold numbness spreading through her arm.

With each passing moment, Megan's mind grew clouded, her thoughts muddled by the effects of the drugs coursing through her veins. She felt disconnected, as if she were floating in a haze of confusion and disorientation. Panic bubbled up within her, threatening to consume her as she struggled to make sense of the sensations assaulting her senses.

And then, as the aphrodisiac took hold, a wave of heat washed over her, igniting a firestorm of desire that coursed through her veins. Every nerve in her body tingled with newfound sensitivity, amplifying the sensations of Marcus's touch against her skin. She squirmed against the restraints, her body betraying her as pleasure mingled with fear in a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions.

Despite the chaos raging within her, Megan fought to hold onto the last shreds of her resolve. She refused to surrender to the darkness, clinging to the flicker of hope that burned within her. But as Marcus loomed over her, his intentions clear, she knew that her struggle was far from over.

 

[Ladydark]

Marcus grins again and reaches out after several minutes to run his fingers over her bare skin, from her thigh up to her breast, where he gently cups the soft mound. “You and me are going to have some fun… And I’m going to teach you a new way of thinking…” He presses a button on the remote in his other hand to turn on the vibrator on that nipple to low as he softly squeezes her breast. “I will teach you how you should feel and how to be a good little girl… But…” He turns the device off once he lets her go and picks up another remote. “If you misbehave… You will be punished… And I’m going to show you that punishment right now…”

He presses another button and a strong shock shoots through the pads he placed on her body, lasting a few seconds. He lets her rest a moment from the shock before reaching out to cup her breast again, and again the vibrator turns on to low over her nipple. “I’m sure you can guess that any punishment will last a bit longer then that… But if you behave…” He squeezes her breast lightly again and turns the toy up to medium for a moment before it again shuts off and he lets her go. “You will be rewarded…” He slides his hand down her body to tease at her thighs, while also turning the toy over her clit on to low for a few moments, and off again when his hand is removed.