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In retrospect, Simon really should have known better. He knew it had been a mistake to try and steal from Martin Delacroix, the biggest criminal in the city, he knew it had been a mistake to go alone, and he knew it had been a mistake to surrender to Delacroix’s second-in-command, Julia, when he’d been caught red-handed shoving priceless artifacts into a duffle bag on a night when he thought nobody would be home.
Julia had walked into the room at a sedate pace, two bruisers with guns trained on Simon flanking her from either side. It was like she knew he was there. Simon had frozen, and negotiated, and eventually begged, but he knew there wasn’t much he could do to convince her not to turn him in to Delacroix. The mob boss wasn’t known for his leniency to people who tried to steal from him. Simon’s stomach had sunk, knowing that in all likelihood, he was going to end the night being drowned in a pool of shallow water, after having a few limbs amputated or a blowtorch taken to the soles of his feet for good measure.
Instead, Julia surprised him by offering him a deal. Surrender to her, now, and Delacroix never had to know Simon was here.
Simon was of course suspicious, and questioned what she wanted from him.
Julia had only smiled cryptically and said she had a use for him, that it was the only way to avoid an extended torture session and a shallow grave.
So he’d agreed. He assumed she wanted to use him for a job, or, hell, even use his body for a night. He was willing to give up one night as a fair price for his life. What other choice did he have?
She smiled, and gave the two bruisers hurried instructions before leaving the room. Simon had been frisked, unarmed, and marched out of the room and into a bare concrete room for the night. He hadn’t fought or screamed, because he was sure whatever Julia promised was better than the alternative.
In time, he would come to regret not fighting tooth and nail for his freedom when he could have.
The next day, Simon was marched from his bare cell up to a handsomely-furnished guest room: Julia’s. She was busy packing when he arrived. She’d said he was coming with her, and that was all the clue he was given.
This was how he found himself waiting on tenterhooks for Julia to tell him what exactly she had spared him for.
He was sitting carefully on the bed while she went back and forth from room to room packing. The guards were just outside, and they were on the third floor, so he didn’t see how he would be able to escape if he tried.
At long last, Julia stopped and looked at him. She was a tall, statuesque woman with long, dark hair and powerful arms. He supposed in another situation he might even come to appreciate her beauty.
“All right. Time to go. Clothes off,” she snapped imperiously.
Simon looked up at her, a little shocked. “Are you giving me a change of clothes? I didn’t… really see you pack anything for me.”
Julia’s face shuttered. She stalked forward and leaned down in his space. “Simon… I have given you a very generous offer at the risk of myself and my reputation. I’m willing to give you a chance to get used to me, but the mouthing off has to stop.”
Simon frowned, couldn’t help the irritation. “I’m not mouthing off, I’m just asking a question.”
“That’s the same thing. When I tell you to do something, you do it. You don’t waste my time with stupid questions,” Julia snapped.
Simon stood up quickly. “Look, I’m not going to let you-”
Julia interrupted him. “Yes. You are. If you don’t start cooperating with me right now, I’m calling this whole thing off. I’ll call those lovely men in here and you can go discuss this with Martin Delacroix.”
Simon blanched. Anything was better than that, even being forced to sleep with a woman with a god complex. He took one step away. “Fine,” he fumed, taking off his shirt and pants with jerky moves.
“Everything,” Julia insisted.
Simon did, feeling vulnerable and weird.
Julia took his elbow with a strong grip and steered him over to the wall. Before he could protest, she came up with cuffs that she used to tether him to a bar bolted into the wall. He jumped and tried to pull away, too late. “What the hell are these for?”
She stepped away and rummaged for something in a bag. He strained to see what it was, but couldn’t make it out. “Look, I haven’t had very much time to work on your obedience yet, so we’re doing things the hard way.”
Simon yanked hard on the handcuffs to no avail. “My – Let me go!”
Julia found what she was looking for, walking up behind Simon with her hands behind her back. “Simon, I need you to understand something, because I’m not going to coddle you. You belong to me. I spared your life and saved you from torturous agony, so from now on, you do what I say when I say it. Now, there are a lot of details that I need to attend to on this trip, and I do not have the time to accommodate you in your current untrained state, so I’m going to be sending you… a bit secured. This is a good first object lesson for you. This is what you’re for. Now settle down.”
With one arm, Julia pushed his upper body flush against the wall, his arms trapped against his front. He struggled, but she took the opportunity to kick his feet apart so he was standing spread-eagled. He squawked in indignation, but he wasn’t at all prepared for a dull pressure at his entrance. He let out an aborted scream as she pushed a large, heavy plug into his ass. It stretched past his entrance, and his eyes bugged out a little bit. He’d never felt something like this before. He struggled in earnest now, but the way she was holding him meant he had no leverage to move.
With a definite sense of relief, the widest part of it popped past his rim, and the plug settled into him, filling him with a heavy pressure. It was large and solid and there in a way he wasn’t used to. He found he was gaping like a fish out of water as she stepped away from him, smacking his ass once, hard, so that the plug was driven further into him. He let out a breathy scream that under other circumstances he would be embarrassed about. He felt like his brain wasn’t working right.
Once she stepped away from him, he immediately startled struggling against the handcuffs and the plug inside of him. He clenched down in a vain attempt to get this fucking thing out of him, but all he managed to do was emphasize how full he really was.
“Julia. Julia,” he gasped, inarticulate and feverish. “Get this out of me. Get this out of me. Now! Please.”
She stepped up behind him again, and he twitched forward in fright. She laughed, a deep, throaty sound that might have been sexy under other circumstances. “The sooner you figure out your days of giving orders are far behind you, the better. Now, that’s enough talking for now. I need to concentrate, baby.”
Before Simon could even begin to digest that sentence, Julia took advantage of his disorientation to leverage his jaw open with her fingers and shove a breathable ball gag into his mouth. He choked in surprise and struggled to get her off of him, but she was already buckling the gag on tight, the straps digging into his cheeks and the back of his head. Once she stepped back, he was essentially silenced. It was at this point that he really started to panic.
Simon struggled against the gag in his mouth. His tongue was shoved to the bottom of his mouth, and the new, plasticky taste of the gag was unpleasant. He grunted to express his displeasure, craning his head behind him to see what Julia was doing.
When Julia came back toward him, Simon panicked, trying to kick her from his awkward, backward position. She easily sidestepped out of the way, taking the opening to sidle up close to him again, doing some complicated move so that her legs were wrapped around his, rendering them immobile. He struggled impotently, trying to get words out from behind the gag. Julia smacked him hard on the back of the head. He saw stars.
“Now, before we go anywhere, I’m going to need to make sure you understand that your body doesn’t belong to you anymore. It belongs to me. I control every part of you. Now hold still for this next part, or you might get pinched, and believe me, you don’t want that,” Julia said nonchalantly against his back.
Simon stared down in horror as Julia began attaching some kind of contraption to his cock and balls. There was what looked like a metal cage that wrapped around his soft cock. Simon had time to think that it was a good thing none of this was turning him on in the slightest, because this thing was tight and unforgiving even when he was soft. He couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt if he tried to get hard. A secondary hard, metallic mesh was cupped around his balls, leaving them completely inaccessible to him. There was a ring around both pieces that was tightened and locked up tight. Simon stared in horror. She’d locked away his cock and balls. He wouldn’t be able to touch them or do anything with them at all.
“Mph!” He protested, the only sound he was able to get out behind the gag. He wriggled in place, trying to get away from her, but she held him tight.
Julia laughed again, stepping away. “Yeah, I didn’t think you were going to like that much. Don’t worry, you can still take a piss when you’re wearing that thing. You’ll be wearing that from now on, except for when you need some maintenance cleaning every now and again. I don’t really see the point in you coming. You’ll have to earn something like that. It’ll be like a gift I give you, if I ever decide to let you. Otherwise, it’s important that you focus on what I want. And I certainly don’t want your cock anywhere in me.”
Simon shifted on his feet uncomfortably. The cock cage was so tight and humiliating. She really… couldn’t be expecting him to wear this all the time, could she? He looked back at her and glared, trying his best to express his displeasure with this whole situation, but she wasn’t even paying attention. She was digging through the bag again, and he had time to be worried about that this time.
She came back carrying a complicated-looking mass of leather straps. Simon tried his best to avoid her, but he didn’t have anywhere to go. With a strength that he was starting to find very worrying, Julia began strapping him into an extensive body harness. There were straps around his waist, chest, shoulders, and thighs, all held together with a stiff strap that went down the length of his spine. She tightened each of the straps and pulled a grunt out of Simon.
There were two more elements to the harness that came last. Along with the straps that encircled his thighs and led up to his waist, another strap went from his thighs through the crack in his ass to be clipped to the back of his waist. As she clipped this piece in, it pushed the plug farther into him. Simon jumped on his toes and groaned at the unfamiliar weight inside of him. He just felt uncomfortably full in a way that he wasn’t used to, but Julia was making damn sure he wouldn’t be able to take it out.
The last piece of the harness was a stiff leather collar that buckled around his neck. Simon tried to fight against this one, but Julia tightened it until it was just tight enough to make its presence felt. He shook his head and struggled in his restraints, grunting from the back of his throat, but she wasn’t about to let him off the hook.
The next piece were strong leather cuffs that were buckled around his ankles, and then his elbows and wrists, under the handcuffs.
“Now, can I trust you to cooperate for this next part? Because I really need to get us out on the road,” Julia said contemptuously. She was holding the keys to the handcuffs. Simon glared at her and huffed, yanking at the cuffs and the bar he was still tethered to. The second she let him loose, he was going to fight like hell to get away from her. To hell with everything else.
Despite his forewarning, when Julia unlocked the handcuffs, she still managed to catch him off guard. With that strength that was quickly becoming alarming, she performed some complicated maneuver and tripped him so that he was face down on the ground with a surprised grunt. Before he could do much but marvel at how he’d ended up there, she had already forced his arms back, tying them together wrist to elbow and then somehow tethering them again to his harness so he had no leverage at all to move his arms.
Simon practically screamed in frustration, fighting as hard as he could to get up, but he couldn’t shake her weight.
She then got off of him, getting more short leather straps and tying his ankles together and then pulling them back with a strap from the back of his waist to his ankles so that he was pretty effectively hogtied.
Julia patted his head. “It is so cute that you think you can get away from me. Settle down now. You won’t like this next part."
Simon grunted, the only thing he could do. He didn’t like what had already happened, what was she talking about? She heaved him up so that he was on his knees, and when he saw her go digging around in the bag for something else, he couldn’t help it. He started to cry, tiny, pathetic sobs that were muffled by the ball gag in his mouth.
She paused in her search and walked back over to him. She stroked his face a little and he leaned into it, hoping maybe he could convince her to take it easy on him. “Oh, honey… You don’t want to be doing that. You don’t want to clog up your sinuses, believe me. Now, you’d best stop crying now. That’s for your own good, okay? You’ve got fifteen minutes. Use them.”
Simon didn’t know what she was talking about, but he did his best to comply, hoping he could earn himself a little leniency if he did what she wanted. It had only been a few minutes, but he was already past any kind of pride he had before. He just wanted her to untie him.
He managed to stop crying with little sniffles, and she helped him blow his nose, waiting another ten minutes for his sinuses to clear. He wasn’t sure why.
In that time, she zipped up the rest of her luggage and set it by the door. The only thing left was a strange-looking black box she had sitting open. There didn’t seem to be anything in it so far, but there were rings on the inside that looked like tether points for something. The inside was padded, and it was rectangular, looking barely big enough for a person to squeeze inside…
Simon put things together in a lightning instant. His eyes widened and he whined urgently to get Julia’s attention. She wasn’t really going to put him in there, was she?
Julia ignored him, walking back to her open bag on the bed and pulling out some kind of intimidating leather mask. Simon blanched and shook his head, knowing without a doubt this was going on him.
The first step was threading breathing tubes up into Simon’s nostrils, forcing them all the way into his throat. He choked and gagged as they were forced in until he found with a panic he was only able to breathe through these tubes. If she decided to block them off for whatever sick reason, he would suffocate to death.
She then put form-fitting silicone earplugs into his ears, cutting off ninety percent of his hearing. He started to panic, shaking his head to dislodge them, but she was implacable. She then put the mask on him, threading the tubes through the given holes. There was a ready hole for his mouth that was already filled with the ball gag, but other than that, his senses were one by one extinguished.
First, the mask settled over his eyes, heavy black pads pushing against his eyelids and forcing them shut against the pressure. Then the mask was pulled down over his ears, cutting off the rest of his hearing. In a panic, Simon felt the rest of the mask being pulled down over his cheeks and chin, and then a slight tugging as it was zipped up the back and attached through yet more straps to his collar. Simon was completely cut off from everything.
He threw his head from side to side, trying to locate Julia, but she took him by complete surprise. Hands descended on him, picking him up and carrying him across the room. He started to moan and panic, knowing she was going to be locking him in that tiny box he’d seen. He couldn’t go in there, he wouldn’t fit! He didn’t have claustrophobia, but thought that if this went on much longer, he might develop it.
Against his will, Simon found himself being placed into the padded box. He could feel slight tugs here and there as he was tethered to the edges by the provided straps and rings. It soon got to the point where he couldn’t move an inch in any direction. The best thing he could do was squirm a little and whine, begging without words to be let free.
His breathing tubes must have been connected to something, because he didn’t find himself suffocating, although he couldn’t move his head either.
The final piece came when he could feel the lid of the box being lowered on top of him. He was already in pitch darkness and couldn’t hear anything, but somehow, knowing he’d been locked away into this box like a piece of luggage only served to panic him even more. There was one final, distant vibration, like the box was being locked. And then that was it. He was alone.
He tried his best not to panic, but the longer and longer he was left in here, the worse it got. He lost track of time, and wasn’t sure if he’d been in there for hours or days or what. All he knew was that he kept being moved at regular intervals. He had absolutely no idea where he was being taken. It could be anywhere.
At a certain point, there was a steady vibration that made Simon feel like he was in a washing machine. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realize that he must be in a car or a truck of some kind, being driven somewhere.
He was in there for so long that time ceased to have meaning. He thought he fell asleep, because he grayed in and out of consciousness. At a certain point, he passed beyond terror and into a weird, numb kind of thoughtlessness.
Sometime, he returned to himself when the vibrations stopped. He could feel himself being moved again, and he strained his ears to hear anything from the outside world, as if he could.
He was left somewhere again for a while, and the indignity of being stored somewhere like a piece of baggage had him squirming in his restraints again, as if that was going to get him anywhere.
He was moved again, and after a protracted period, he was almost startled when he felt air against his skin and hands against his face. The hood around his face was fiddled with and removed, along with the headphones, but before he could open his eyes and look, a blindfold was knotted around his head. All of this was done without untethering him from the box itself.
Simon squirmed and whined to demonstrate his displeasure.
This was met with a low chuckle and a condescending ruffle of his hair.
A man’s voice spoke, unfamiliar, but with a strange mix of charming and with an undercurrent of menace. “Julia, you really brought us a good one! I think he’ll do nicely. Welcome to your new home, you! I can’t wait to get you settled in.”
All of the latent fear Simon had left in the box returned with full force as he realized how well and truly trapped he was.