Team Bondage! (CLOSED)

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

Sonia Smith
27
Plain girl, wears glasses for distance. Blonde hair and blue eyed.

I'd not been in my job as an Administrator for long, when I was told I had to go on a team building course. Great. A whole weekend with colleagues - not really my idea of a relaxing weekend.

I hated things like this. I was normally a very shy person who wouldn’t say boo to a goose – but with new management, everything had changed. And given the choice between compulsory team building and no job, the team building had won.

The taxi pulled into the hotel grounds. I paid the driver and went in to check in.

My welcome pack was in the hotel room. I was expected in the bar for drinks at 7pm. Great. I'd rather have sneaked in for dinner then sneaked up to bed, but I guessed I should get used to it.

After showering, I slipped into a black skirt and red top, and headed down towards the bar area.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

OOC: Dean Sable. Medium build, devilishly handsome, sporting black hair with a widow's peak and a goatee. Clad in the finest suits as behooves a man of his stature. Prefers dark colours.

Dean Sable looked over Sonia Smith's personnel file. He was almost certain the profile fit. She was the one. That was the bad news.

The good news was that she was likely unaware of who or what she was, with no knowledge of her importance or power. She could be corrupted and broken.

Sable excelled at breaking people. Over the centuries he had hunted down and killed or corrupted her lineage until the last sorry remnants went to ground, protected by powerful magics. Over the following two centuries the magic wore off until she emerged one day, bright as a beacon to Sable.

Sable took pride in his work and he was lauded by his overlords for his dedication to the tasks set before him. And now Mrs. Smith was his sole focus of attention, the last of her line.

Sable took his sweet time eyeing her up in the bar. He made sure his teams were present and ready before he sauntered over to her at the bar and introduced himself to her: "Mrs Sonia Smith I believe?" His voice rasped, "I am Dean Sable, upper management."

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

I nearly dropped my drink. I certainly didn't expect anyone to know who I was.

"Just a Miss, not married" I replied nervously, looking him over. He was incredibly handsome, muscled and well built. In an expensive suit, so he must really be upper management, which added to my nerves. And his smell - it made me slightly dizzy, entrancing almost.

Gulping slightly, I extended my hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mr Sable"

Maybe they did this to all new employees, I reasoned. After all, I'd only been there a matter of months.

The gong sounded, announcing dinner. He offered his arm, and I took it. It felt incredibly unnatural, but I couldn't really turn the boss down.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Her touch confirmed his suspicions. she had the power but not the focus to wield it. Nor would she ever have if Sable had anything to say about the matter.

She seemed startled to see him. As well she should be, given the events that were about to unfold. She had helped him by confirming that she wasn't married. No immediate next of kin to ask questions. Funny thing about women, he mused: Call them Mrs and the unmarried ones would protest. Call them miss and none would protest.

He bade her sit down in the dining room, taking a seat opposite her. She was truly a sheep amongst wolves now. Unbeknownst to her, all guests and staff in the dining room were Sables employees. Tonight they would strike.

With great selfconfidence, Sable ordered from the menu, full well knowing she'd be drugged before the evening was through.

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

I read carefully through the menu. So much choice - and somehow all my favourites had ended up on there. One of my colleagues that I did recognise was sat beside me - she'd started about a week prior.

"Sonia" she hissed. "Who's the guy who brought you in? He's gorgeous"

Mel herself had been brought in by a very old greying man, and seemed to be quite jealous.

"He's Dean Sable, Upper Management" I replied. "And on the looks front - I hadn't noticed. Not really looking" I lied.

I ordered my meal and sat back to wait.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Sable smiled to himself.
Bringing in her friend Mel had been all too easy.
With a promise of getting ahead of her competitors,
Mel had been all too willing to go along with the firm
on what she was told to be a hazing of her friend.

After their meals had been ordered Sable leaned back,
leveling his gaze at Sonia.
"Tell us a little bit about yourself."

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

"Oh, there's nothing really to tell" I smiled nervously, sipping my drink. "I tend to keep myself to myself. I'm an avid reader, I like crime and I'm a bit of a sucker for these dark tales of magic - demons, vampires and the likes" I admitted.

"I also like to travel - got a few friends up and down the country that I like to visit from time to time. That's it really. My very exciting social life."

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"Dark tales, you say? I myself find them more... amusing than anything else. There are the occasional gems of course, but on the whole I find that movies and entertainment literature cannot hold a candle to the atrocities humankind have commited in the name of 'good'. I myself believe that evil can come from good and vice versa. In fact I know this. The problem is, evil turning to good can well develop into evil again and... Oh, listen to me prattle on! We're here to get to know you, and instead I go off on a thesis on the nature of evil. But the concept intrigues me no end. Tell me Miss Smith, do you deal in absolutes or do you acknowledge grey areas?"

He patted her hand encouragingly and leaned back expectantly, observing her.

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

"You're right, of course. And indeed the concept is one that fascinates me" I agreed.

"Grey areas - that's an even more difficult arena. I do believe that there is true evil and true good - the heaven and hell concept if you will. But yes, there are grey areas. Intervening in conflict, people who believe they are doing right for all the wrong reasons, that kind of thing." I continued.

My eyes widened, as they began to serve the starters. I loved good food, but didn't get to have it very often.

"So, are you going to tell me anything about you, or will you be remaining an enigma? And please, call me Sonia".

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"Very well Sonia. You may call me Dean if you so desire. I particularly liked your turn of phrase about 'the concept of Heaven and Hell'. Tell me Sonia, do you believe in Heaven and Hell? Do you believe that one can exist with any meaning without the other? Are they dependent on each other as defining opposites?"

He took a bite out of the starter course. Smoked filét of quail with creamed chanterelles and a little side of salad. Hers was laced with a magic tasteless poison that would render her helpless once sleep took her. Up until she fell asleep she would be as normal. She was a believer, it would seem. They are tougher to break, but their surrender is often more complete. Dean Sable relished the little cat-and-mouse game he played with her with this conversation of good and evil. He was very much looking forward to breaking her later this night.

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

I smiled, noticing he'd easily avoided the question about himself. Mel, who was far more of a flirt, had found herself someone else to talk to, and the person on my other side was a little on the drunk side, so I was kind of glad I had him to talk to.

"Yes, I do to a degree believe in Heaven and Hell. I don't believe in an all seeing all knowing God or an evil being like the Devil, but I do believe in an afterlife and that your deeds in life confirms your ending in death" I replied, spreading some cranberry jus on my fried Camembert. "I'm certainly not some God fearing church goer, if that's what you're wondering" I smiled.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"I find that refreshing to hear. Organised religion is constricting in so many ways, I really think it is a disgrace in this day and age. People should be free to test their limits, don't you think? What makes them and what..." -a quick glance at Sonia- "breaks them? We're ultimately responsible for our actions and while not believing in an afterlife myself, I find your idea of an afterlife adjusted for one's behaviour thrilling."

Her theological foundation appeared a little bit shaky. Good.

"What about forcing people to do avil against their bidding, Sonia? Do you think they should be punished just as hard as someone knowingly doing evil of their own free will?"

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

I set down my knife and fork, nodding my agreement.

"Not so much breaks them. But certainly makes them. To give you an example, if someone is mentally ill they shouldn't be held accountable for their actions. If said mentally ill person makes someone do something evil against their will, then no, the other someone shouldn't be punished in the afterlife either."

"But to the other extreme, someone who, let's say, traffics women, then yes of course they are evil and should be punished. If the women are doing it by choice, or if they are enjoying it, yes they should also be punished".

I shrugged as my main, a delicious looking duck dish, appeared.

"It's all about choice really."

 

[Niceandbrutal]

It's all about choice really.

The certainty of innocents never failed to amaze him. He tucked in to his boar ribs, savouring the rich taste. For a few minutes the table was silent, except for the clattering of knives and forks and approving murmurs of the guests.

"But what if these women choose to sell their bodies to secure a better future for their children? What if that is their only viable option to make a sustainable income? Is it still evil?"

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

"Of course it's still evil. It's still their choice at the end of the day, isn't it?" I replied stubbornly, spearing my duck angrily. The conversation was starting to make me angry, especially as he still hadn't opened up about himself.

I tried to change the subject.

"So, what exactly does upper management do? Apart from boss us all around?" I teased.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"Your query is an intresting one, Sonia. It shall be revealed to you. Later. For now, please enjoy the meal. And I apologize if I've upset you by the subject we discussed. If you want to change it, feel free to do so. I think about it often and I love to get fresh perspectices on it. But I did not mean to upset you."

Her moral foundation didn't entirely stand up to scrutiny either, it seemed. Good.

Sable stole a look at Sonia's friend Mel. The little slut had no idea what either she or Sonia were in for. This should be a most entertaining night indeed.

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

Mel was indeed having a good time. I could see from where I was sat her newly found friendship was getting pretty physical. The guy in question already had his hand slid beneath her skirt. I shook my head in amusement.

"It's not the subject that's distressing. I just kind of feel like I'm on the end of the Spanish inquisition, and that I know nothing about you. Or anyone else here - well, except Mel. I'm also feeling slightly uncomfortable because I almost feel like we're being kept in the dark about what the weekends about. Apart from obviously to bind us as a team. Does that make sense?"

I finished my food, and the glass of wine. Just a chocolate dessert and a coffee then hopefully I'd be able to slip away quietly, unnoticed.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"All will be revealed in time, my dear Sonia. Suffice to say, there are surprises in store for you that certainly will bind you. As for the Spanish Inquisition, I've just made conversation on a subject matter that fascinates me deeply. It was never my intention to make you uncomfortable." That comes later, he thought.

He'd pushed her far enough on the subject. He sensed that she wanted to retire and gave a signal to the staff to hurry up, or there'd be Hell to pay. Literally.

Coffe and dessert followed by chocolates soon appeared. Sable made some idle chit-chat with both Sonia and Mel, willing his subject to cease groping the undeniably delicious Mel.

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

"I'm sure it will. But the idea of a 6:30 start with what sounds like exercise isn't exactly thrilling" I mused, finishing the dessert and coffee.

"I'm gonna head off" I quietly told Mel. "I want to make a good impression tomorrow".

She smiled at me. "I think I've scored with Sam, so God knows where I'm going to be tonight. But I'll see you in the morning".

I tried to excuse myself, but Dean insisted on escorting me to my room. I'd managed to get in the room and close and lock the door, but I was suddenly so tired.

Just throwing my clothes on the floor, I set the alarm and snuggled naked beneath the soft feathery duvet.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Sable waited five minutes before opening the door with his master key. Excellent. That poison was indeed potent. Harmless, but potent. He paused for a moment, taking it all in. He always relished the breaking of a young woman. She lay there, all defenseless and he had to fight the urge then and there. He'd have to wait for the ceremony to start. For now, he'd have to contend to watch her as she lay naked before him, sound asleep.

He traced a finger from her toe to her forehead, never breaking contact with her skin. He circled but never touched both the vagina, anus and breasts. She squirmed in her sleep and he knew she was ready for their first joining. He sat in the bed between her legs and stroked her legs as he began to chant the ancient spell. He entered her mind...

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

I knew I was dreaming, but dreaming over a memory. I was lying on the beach in Southern France – the last day of my holiday. I remembered the day well.

My body was curvier, and I was wearing a bikini – showing subtly this was a dream. A man lay beside me. Not just any man. My ex boyfriend, Jason, who dumped me when I refused to sleep with him. Tall, broad shouldered, black haired and brown eyes, with an amazing six-pack and eyes that melted any resistance.

He turned over and gave me a lazy smile. “I’ve got a treat lined up for you this evening Babe. We have an early dinner first”.

My dream cut out the dinner, which wasn’t memorable, and brought me back to the hotel room. It was early enough that I could watch the sunset from the balcony.

After the sunset, Jason took my hand and led me to the bed. Gently, he helped me off with my clothes, and encouraged me to help him off with his. I was still new to all this, and a little on the nervy side.

“Lie down on your stomach. I’m going to give you a massage – help you to relax”, he whispered.

Soon, he was sensually rubbing oils into my back. I groaned a little, relaxing and enjoying it. I knew he had to give massages as part of his job, but didn’t realise just how good he could give them.

He kissed me as I rolled onto my back.

“We’re going to stay at your pace, don’t worry. I just want to show you some stuff, that’s all. Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded, and he pulled a small bag out from under the bed. I wasn’t entirely surprised when he brought out a shaving kit. We’d had a discussion the first time he’d seen me naked. I knew his preference was hairless, but somehow it felt unnatural to me. I was more than happy to lie still while he groomed my sex. I enjoyed it too. The gentle touch of his fingers meant I was soon sopping and begging for more.

“I’m just starting”, he promised.

Next, he brought out a bucket of melting ice cubes which he had stashed in the bathroom. He was soon teasing me with them, in between getting me nice and hot with his tongue. I begged him to stop, but we both knew the pleasure and pain was turning me on.

“I prefer to do this to a woman with a blindfold on, and have her restrained” he admitted, as he lay down beside me, waggling his fingers inside me. I was on the edge of cumming by this point, and screamed through an orgasm before he could say any more.

He took his fingers out of me, licked them and sighed.

“I need to talk to you Babe. I don’t know if this is going to work. I suspect my needs and yours are very different. Let me show you something”.

He got out of bed, and crossed the room to his suitcase. Grabbing a DVD, he jammed it into the machine, pressed play and cuddled up to me.

I was shocked as he appeared on screen with another woman.

“This is where I tell you the truth. I’m a porno actor” he smiled.

I watched open mouthed as he repeatedly fucked the woman with all manner of toys and used various forms of bonds and gags. He was clearly turned on by the pain, and was soon giving himself a hand job.

“This is what I need, my love. A pain-loving slut. I don’t think that’s you…”

The dream faded out.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Sable subtly changed the aspects of the dream. He subtly changed her ex's face to make it appear more like himself. During the massage he stopped rubbing her and asked Why didn't you just sleep with me? What are you saving yourself for? Is it the retribution of God you fear? Then he continued massaging her as if nothing had happened. In his trance state he felt her stir.

Next, he implanted an image of the knife slowly and delicately painful scraped along her labia, removing hair and stopping just short of cutting her severly. Erotic enjoyment is best when mixed with a little pain, Sonia he admonished.

When she was fingered, he pushed the fingers further in, pushing but not breaking her hymen. Are my fingers less sinful than my cock, you silly slut?

“This is what I need, my love. A pain-loving slut. I don’t think that’s you…”

The final words of the dream. He removed a word to set up for what was to follow: “This is what I need, my love. A pain-loving slut. I think that’s you…”

He then proceeded to tie her up and rape her raw, ignoring her pleas for mercy. His final words It is done he left as a calling card as he again entered his own mind.

He left the room and called on the succubi, dressed in human skin and eager to do his bidding. "Wash her. She is poisoned, she will not resist, most likely thinking it's still a dream. Do not harm her, that is for me to do and command. Go!"

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

The dream was changing in front of my eyes. Jason now looked more like Dean. This was confusing. I wasn't attracted to Dean, was I?

When he spoke of retribution, I moaned. "No. Not retribution, Jason. I just don't believe in sex before marriage. It's one of my few very strict religious feelings" I replied, although he said nothing more, just carried on massaging me.

We moved on, and instead of his gentle touch with the razor, he was much rougher, and used a knife. I yelped in terror, but he silenced me with a harsh kiss and an admonishment.

"Erotic enjoyment is best when mixed with a little pain, Sonia" he reminded me every time I went to move.

I cried out in pain as he roughly explored inside of me, and tried to block out his voice - or was it now turning to Dean's voice - I was confused.

I shot semi-awake, at least away from that dream, as it turned into something out of one of his videos. I knew I still couldn't be awake as there was a beautiful woman stood at the foot of my bed, although I was back in my bedroom in the team hotel.

"Come, Sonia. I must begin the preparation ritual" her voice rang in my ears although she didn't appear to speak.

She appeared to almost float to being beside me, and I felt myself rising, as though carried my an invisible force. I was carried through to the bathroom.

The bathroom was huge, nothing like the hotel in my dream, but nothing like the bathroom in the current hotel. Two baths had been drawn, one full of a thick, white substance, and one full of water.

I was slowly lowered into the thick white substance. It was gooey and clung to my skin, although pleasantly warm. She took a golden goblet and poured the substance over my hair and any uncovered skin before gently massaging it in.

Then I was slowly carried over to the other bath. This time I was carefully lowered in and all of the goo from the previous bath was carefully washed away with soap and shampoo.

"There's a good girl" she cooed as she dried me off, and massaged in some oils.

She styled my hair and put me in a white see through dress. Then she laid me on the bed.

"Go back to sleep, they'll come and get you when they are ready" she smiled.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Everything had been prepared. The dining room had been cleared of all tables and chairs. The regular drapes were gone, replaced by red hangings with black pentagrams. Red runners ran from the door to a pedestal where something halfway between a bed and a rack stood, straps at the ready. At its side, a statue of Baphomet.

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Sable's minions, all dressed in red or black capes were at the ready, waiting for their victim. Her friend Mel, the unwitting pawn, was already tied up and waiting in the wings, her muffled protests being the only thing breaking the silence.

Tonight, the last of the demonhunters would be broken, laying bare the earth for the infernal invasion that was prophesied.

Sable felt a shiver of anticipation go up his spine. Tonight was the night!

Sable spoke. "Bring forth the huntress!"

 

[Miss_Shy_Newcastle]

Two other women broke into my dream. One was dressed in red, the other in black.

"Come Sonia, it is time. The Master awaits" one of them said, helping me up.

Things were becoming more focussed now, somehow more realistic.

"Who? What? Need sleep" I mumbled, as they stood me up and fixed the dress. The naked woman pulled a veil over my face.

"There. All ready. You look just like you should do - a cherry crying out to be picked" she smiled.

The three of them bundled me barefoot along the corridor. Every step woke me up further.

"Wass happening?" I managed as we arrived outside the dining room door.