Here's Chapter 4
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Chapter 4 - Born this way
“You have no idea how good that felt”, Ingrid said as she walked to stand in front of Evelyn. The bound brunette glared at her.
“You idiot, let me go this instant!”
“As if”, Ingrid said. “You kidnapped me, imprisoned me, tortured me, humiliated me… for five days! I’d already lost count what day it was. For some reason I’m not terribly eager to give you a chance to do it all over again.”
Evelyn thrashed, pulling at the restraints. All she accomplished was getting the chains to rattle.
“You slut, let me go! This is my house! You will not treat me like this in my house!”
Ingrid snorted. She looked at the bound brunette for a few moments, gathering her thoughts before speaking. Glancing down, she saw the belt Evelyn had used on her the night before laying on the floor at her feet. She picked it up, causing Evelyn to flinch a little.
“There’s one question I want to hear the answer to”, Ingrid said. She stared Evelyn in the eye for a few seconds before continuing.
“What on Earth possessed you to do this?”.
Evelyn looked at her, a look of genuine incredulity on her face. “You asked me to! You agreed to this!”
Ingrid was taken aback. Wide-eyed, she stared at Evelyn, trying to replay the events in her head.
“I agreed to try on the handcuffs! Yes! And you were supposed to release me right away! That hardly counts as consenting to becoming your… whatever!”
Evelyn snorted. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure - but we both know this is what you wanted! Sure, you’d never admit it to anyone, but this is what you wanted!”
Ingrid shook her head, as if she hadn’t understood what she’d heard. “I wanted this? You think I wanted this? You think I wanted you to imprison me, tie me up and beat me up?”
“I was trying to help you! Look, okay, I know, this might be a bit much yada yada yada, but all I was trying to do was to help you accept your real self! Accept and embrace the submissive in you. The slave in you.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
Evelyn sighed. “I’m not sure you’ll be able to understand, but I’ll try, ok? I’m a mistress. I’m a dom - it’s just what I am. I have brown hair, I have long fingers, I’m a dom. It’s something I was born with. That means I can see who is a submissive. A real submissive, I mean. Someone who, in their heart of hearts, wants nothing more than to be forced to submit to a dom’s will. I just know that. Most people are somewhere in between, neither doms nor subs, but you are a real submissive. Nothing to be ashamed of, it’s just what you were born to be. In fact, you should be proud of it. I could see that the first time I met you. Now, of course, I couldn’t just walk up to you and tell you to kneel in front of me, so I had to go through all of this, making friends with you, dropping hints here and there, leaving the handcuffs in plain sight, stuff like that. Took an eternity, but finally you took the bait.”
Ingrid reflexively took a step or two backwards, as if trying to create distance between herself and something that might be dangerous.
“You were doing so well! It would have taken a few more days for you to let go of that ego of yours and accept your station in life! You were doing so well! Look, untie me, we’ll forget this ever happened and pick up where we left off”, Evelyn said, looking eagerly at Ingrid.
“I asked you to stop. I asked you to let me go. I asked you, pleaded, begged you to stop, to let me go, to release me and stop what you were doing”, Ingrid said in a monotone, shocked voice, staring numbly at the woman in front of her. “I asked you time and time again. In plain, simple English. Over and over. I was crying my eyes out all the fucking time… What about that made you think I wanted you to treat me like that?” The last words came out in a scream.
In her mind, Ingrid flashed back to when Evelyn had left her tied up in a strappado, her head still encased in that drum-tight hood, aching and sore all over. In her mind, she’d been raging at the situation, trying to find some last reserves of inner strength, but she’d known that it was only a matter of time before she’d give up. It might have been only five days, but five days of being locked in the cramped cage, the ever-present restraint, endless punishments, little to no food and constant fear and worry had worn her down. She’d wondered whether she’d just submit to whatever Evelyn wanted to do to her, become a doll with no will of her own - or go full catatonic, lay limp in place without the energy or will to even get up.
She’d shaken the image from her head, screaming at herself to fight. She’d fought the cuffs and spreader bar, pulling this way and that, straining against leather and steel, until she ran out of steam. With her last vestiges of energy, she’d yanked at the chain that held her arms behind her back - and heard something creak. Even with the hood, even with her own heavy breathing, even with the heartbeat pounding in her ears, she’d heard something creak. Taking a deep breath, she’d yanked again. Another creak. Third attempt. Third creak. Something light fell on her from the ceiling. She began to yank the chain again and again, trying to put as much as force and weight as possible behind every attempt. The awkward position and her abused body didn’t help, but the glimmer of hope pushed her forward. With each pull, the creaking grew louder. Praying in her mind that Evelyn was indeed gone, Ingrid heaved at the chain.
She crashed face first on the floor, the chain clattering onto the floor and atop her. With no way to break her fall, she literally fell on her face, almost knocking herself out. Groaning, she forced herself to her knees, not an easy task with the accursed spreader bar still cuffed between her ankles. It had taken her quite an effort to contort herself into a position where she was able to reach the cuff around her ankle. Fearing the worst, she almost cried with relief when she noticed the cuff wasn’t locked. Still, she wasn’t out of the woods yet. Even after releasing her legs, she was still blind and had her hands cuffed behind her back - and these cuffs were locked. Earlier during her ordeal Ingrid had tried to slip her hands over her butt to bring the cuffs to front. She hadn’t succeeded and had gotten yet another beating from Evelyn for even attempting such a thing.
With her hands cuffed, there was no way she’d be able to reach the collar and/or laces of the hood. However, thanks to the time she’d been forced to spend in the dungeon, she knew that Evelyn kept the keys to the various locks in a single big ring… that always lay on the ‘toy bench’. After finding the bench, Ingrid found the keys exactly where she’d often seen them - and after that, releasing her hands and getting the hood off had been easy.
First, she’d wolfed down anything and everything she’d found in the dungeon fridge. After that, there had been little to do except wait and plan for Evelyn’s eventual return - and hope that, even in the state she was in, she’d be able to overcome her.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you kept sniveling, but that wasn’t what you really meant! If only you’d let yourself go, you would have found you can take a lot more than you think! I’m a dom! I can tell when a sub has had enough! I know these things, you dumbass! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! I’m a dom! I was born to be one! I take one look at a person and can tell if they’re a sub or a dom. You’re a sub! You want this! Yeah, sure, you think you want to live like everyone else on the planet, but this is your true self! This is where you belong! This is… YAAAAAARGH!”
Ingrid hadn’t really planned to use the belt she was holding on Evelyn - threaten with it, maybe, but not use, not really - but the outpouring of nonsense from the smug bitch had been too much. She’d struck Evelyn once, the strap hitting her hip and wrapping over her butt. The brunette thrashed in place, screaming at the top of her lungs. Ingrid stood still and waited for Evelyn to run out of breath.
“You’re a monster! That hurt like hell! What do you think you’re doing?”
“It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Let me go, you idiot, let me go this instant!”
“That was one hit. Last night you must have struck me, what, forty times? If one hit feels like that, care to guess how much forty strikes hurt?”
“Are you dense? I’ve been trying to tell you the whole time! I’m a dom! My pain threshold is a lot lower than yours! You’re a sub! You’re able to take a lot more pain! You’re built that way, to be able to deal with pain a lot bett…”
Evelyn fell silent mid-word as Ingrid raised the belt. Silent, they stood there for a moment. Then Ingrid spoke.
“Shut up. Shut. Up. Open your mouth one more time, you’ll regret it.”
Evelyn was about to protest, but stopped when she saw the look in her former captive’s eyes. The fear they’d shown only yesterday had been replaced with anger - no, fury. Incandescent fury.
“I should have called the cops. When I got free. Should have. Didn’t”, Ingrid said, one fragmented, halting sentence after another.
“Guess I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. After what you put me through. Needed someone to talk to more than anything else. So. Called my big sis. Lives halfway across the country. She’s into this. Bondage. Not kidnapping and… not kidnapping, anyway. Don’t know anyone else who would understand. Except her. She said she can’t get here, not now, but she knew someone. From around here. Someone who would understand.”
Evelyn stood very still, staring at Ingrid.
“I called that person. Called her. She didn’t believe me. Not at first. But when I mentioned your name, she did. She was upset. To say the least. Very upset.” Ingrid raised her eyes to look Evelyn straight in the eyes.
“Apparently you’ve pulled something like this before. That time around, they helped to sweep it under the rug. For the life of me, I can’t understand why. But they did. On one condition. That you never, ever, ever do anything like that again, yes?”
Evelyn was trembling. Ingrid took a step closer.
“Yes?”
Evelyn only managed a nod.
“She was very upset. To say the least. She said she’s coming over with someone. They’ll sweep this under the rug, too - she said they don’t want publicity like this - but this time around they will want something more than your word to keep you in line”, Ingrid said, her cold, hard stare fixed on Evelyn. The brunette tried to pull back as far as the chains let her, whimpering.
“Please, Ingrid... please stop this, please let me go...”
Ingrid stared at her, the cold fury in her eyes.
“I lost count how many times I asked you to let me go”; Ingrid spat. She turned around and marched out of the room. The door slammed closed behind her.
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That's it, then?
Well, not quite. There's still one more chapter. If all goes to plan, I'll post it on Wednesday.
I actually quite like that this came as a separate chapter to close it off. It’s given me a happy feeling to start my day. I think it worked better without going into details of the capture at the start, too. Made it more original.
Seriously? Oh crap, I had no idea... Well, I can't speak for anyone else, but I think Ingrid would be inclined to think so.