DeviantArt’s policy on no real-life people portrayed in stories strikes again. This time, our unnamed damsel is subjected to an obsessed fan’s bondage games…

WARNING! This story contains only non-consensual bondage and suggestive scenes. There is nothing light-hearted about it. Please read at your own discretion.

Because of the DeviantArt policy, this story is also told in an anonymous way. You will need to imagine your own celebrity to fit in the place of the damsel.

She slowly opened her eyes, squinting into the darkness. Her body ached for some reason, her mind was cloudy and she couldn’t piece together why. She looked around, her mind not registering her surroundings. The last thing she remembered slowly came back to her. She was sitting in her hotel room and a knock had come at the door. It had been a friendly fan that she had let into the room…

The cloud over her mind suddenly lifted. She remembered the fan grabbing her from behind and pressing a cloth over her face. She remembered briefly fighting against him before the anesthetic had taken hold, knocking her out cold.

Her eyes flew open, her mind fully resuscitated. She realized she was laying on the floor and she tried to stand up, but something held her in place. She looked down and saw that there were belts pinning her legs together. They were inch-thick leather belts with a silver buckle, and there were belts around her ankles, her knees, her calves and her thighs. She also realized why she was so uncomfortable: she was laying on a cold concrete floor without any clothes on.

She tried to reach down to undo the belts around her legs, but she realized that there was something preventing her hands from moving as well. She glanced behind her to see what it was. There was a single belt around her wrists, tightly pinning them to the small of her back. There was another belt that was cinched around her waist, attached to the belt around her wrists. There was another belt that wrapped below her breasts and over her arms, pinning her upper arms to her sides.

“He- hello?” she tentatively said as she took in her situation. She was bound on a concrete floor in an unknown building, and she was naked. She had been stripped of her comfy pajamas that she had worn in her hotel room and was now left exposed and belted.

Her breathing came in short breaths as she looked around her. To her horror, she recognized some of the things that were piled on shelves or hanging on walls around the foreign room she was in. Bins overflowing with rope were piled on top of each other and on the shelves. Leather belts hung from the walls. Piles of chains and cuffs were scattered about all over the room.

There were also things she didn’t recognize. On the wall was a large wooden X that had weird poles sticking out of it. Hanging next to it was a mass of leather that resembled a large sleeve, but had belts around it and belts sticking out of the top. There were more belts with red balls attached, or a large leather panel. In one section of the room, there were countless hoods, some of leather, some of rubber, some with blindfolds, some with gas masks.

“Can anyone hear me!” she cried out, struggling against her belts. She felt her heart pounding under her bare chest as she flopped about on the rough concrete, trying to break free. She began to panic: she didn’t know where she was or why she was there, but if the things around her meant anything, it couldn’t be good for her.

A loud sound of clanging suddenly filled the air. She stopped fighting and looked around, noticing a flight of stairs at one side of the room. Looking at the top, she saw a large metal door swing open with a loud creak. Brown leather shoes appeared at the top of the stairs before the sound of the door closing echoed through the room. The shoes slowly became legs, which gave way to a chest, then the head of a man as he came walking down the stairs, each footfall sounding through the room. She stayed silent, watching the man slowly appear in fear.

As his head came into view, she practically cried. It was the same face as the fan who she had invited into her room. He had been an extremely kind, apologetic man who had timidly asked if she could sign a poster for his daughter. He had been dressed in a suit and seemed like a hardworking father. She had imagined that he had worked a long, hard day and was now coming out of his way so he could come home with an amazing gift. She had been touched by the man’s demeanor, so she had invited him in while she went to find a marker.

The man still wore a suit, but his entire personality had changed. He wore a cold look on his face with a cruel smile. Even his body posture had changed, from the apologetic hunched-over posture he had been, to someone who was in charge and knew he was in charge. Our damsel gulped as she noticed these changes subconsciously. 

“Hey, you’re awake!” the man said happily as he came down the stairs. “That anesthetic was a little strong, but I had to make sure you stayed out for an hour or two. My apologies for that”, he said as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Wh- who are you?” she said, her voice shaking. “I demand you let me go, right now!”

The man tutted to himself. “Tsk tsk, I don’t think you’re in any place to make that request.” He stopped at a small table against a wall and took his watch off. It was silver and seemed expensive. He set it down on the edge of the table and resumed walking towards her. “I wouldn’t bother shouting either. Even if the closest person wasn’t ten miles to the highway, this whole room is soundproofed.”

She paled as she began to realize the extent that this man had planned her abduction. “Wh- what are you going to do with me?” she cried, struggling against her belts again.

“Aha! You have already hit at my first point” the man said, smiling. “ I am planning on letting you go”, he said punctually.

She shook her head, startled. “You’re… just gonna let me go?”

He laughed. “Oh, you’ll need to earn it. I actually have a whole game planned out for how you were going to escape…” the man began walking around where she was laying on the ground. She had to scoot her body around to keep watching him.

“I was going to play an escape game. If you can escape, then you get to go! It’s that easy.” She looked at him confusedly. “Oh, well, I guess there is one catch. Every 20 minutes that you can’t escape, I’m gonna make your bonds more restrictive. And they will be much harder to escape, I can promise that. I would recommend getting out now, while you only have a few belts around your body.”

“Wha- what?! What other things?” she cried out, her breaths coming in quick bursts.

“If you can’t escape, you’ll find out.” The man walked back over the table he had placed his watch on and sat down in a chair. He picked it up and looked at the minute hand. “I would get going, since you only have eighteen minutes left for this attempt.”

“What? You can’t expect me to-” she cut off, the man giving her a blank look.

“I’ll give you a hint at ten minutes left” the man responded, before settling back into his chair, his eyes glinting in excitement.

She began to test her bonds. The belts were tightly cinched down across her body, digging into her bare skin. She tried to loosen the belts by sliding her limbs back and forth, but nothing happened. She got the idea to undo the belts around her legs by kicking her legs up to her hands in a hogtie-esque fashion, so she flipped over onto her stomach, her bare breasts digging painfully into the concrete. 

When she felt the buckles with her fingers, she realized that there were small padlocks on the buckles. She looked at the man in anger, who was watching her with a large smile on his face.

“Ah, I see you found the padlocks, and only two minutes in! I guess I can give you your hint now…” The man stood up and walked across the room, as far away from her as he could. He pulled out a piece of metal from his pocket. Looking closely, she realized it was a ring with dozens of keys on it. “I’m going to set this here…” he set the ring on a shelf, about 3 feet off the ground. He walked back over to his seat and resumed watching. “You only have 15 minutes left, so I would hustle if I were you” he said after she had looked at him in frustration.

She turned her body towards the shelves and began wiggling towards it. The belts around her naked body dug in and slid back and forth, making her grit her teeth in pain. She gasped as she wiggled across the floor, the man watching with a look of pure excitement on his face. She hated how he was watching her in such glee, how she was so exposed as she lay on the ground naked.

It took most of her time to wiggle across the floor to the bottom of the shelf. Her arms had been completely useless since they were pinned to her back and sides, and her legs weren’t much better. She knew she would have to be able to stand up so she could reach the ring of keys in time.

“8 minutes left sweetheart!” the man called from the other side of the basement. He had shifted his chair so that he was facing the shelves. To her horror, he held up an old video camera that he held up to one eye. Her face flushed bright red as she realized her struggle was being recorded for him to replay as often as he wanted.

She decided to try to ignore him and focus on pushing herself up to be able to reach the keys. She propped her upper body up against the shelves so she was sitting on her butt. She tried to reach the ring, which was situated on the edge of the shelf, with her mouth, but she was a few inches short. The man laughed and she felt a surge of fury. The man had placed the keys right at that height so she wouldn’t be able to reach them with her mouth. She would have to stand up all the way.

She turned her upper body around so that her head was pressed into a bin on the lowest shelf. She levered herself up and carefully hopped forward, slowly straightening. She gasped in pain as her knees dragged on the concrete, but she kept going. Once she was mostly upright, she committed to pushing off with her head, tipping backwards onto her feet. She almost lost her balance, but she managed to hop in place.

Her hair was strewn about her head messily and she was breathing hard from the struggle, but she had managed to stand up on her first try.

“Wow, good job! I wasn’t expecting that”, she heard the man call from the chair. She tried her best to ignore him as she hopped towards the shelf, her face flaming red as the man laughed. All she needed to do was get to the keys…

“5 minutes!” the man shouted. She made it to the shelf without falling over, but a new problem arose. Now she was too high up. Her hands were pinned to the small of her back, about a foot above the shelf. She tried to lean down and get to the ring, but she lost her balance and crashed into the shelf with a cry of pain.

She managed to stay upright, but her face now ached from slamming into the shelf. She slid her upper body down the shelf until her head was level with her waist, which was where the keys were. With a grunt of effort, she pushed her head to the side against the ring, sending it clinging to the ground.

“4 minutes!” The man was counting her down now. She quickly plopped down onto her butt again and tipped over so she could reach the ring of keys. She pulled them into her hands in triumph, but suddenly realized just how much bigger of a task she had now. There were at least thirty keys around the ring, and she had to find the one that would undo each of the locks on the belts.

“I see you’ve found the real challenge!” the man laughed. “That’s unfortunate, since you only have 3 minutes left now.”

She screamed in frustration. She picked one of the keys, praying that she would get lucky. She pushed it into the belt around her ankles and turned. It didn’t work. She went to the next one, but it didn't work either. She tried three more, all to the same outcome. She went to the next one but fumbled the ring because of her shaking hands. The keys went clattering to the ground. She had to flop back onto her side to pick them back up, but she had lost her spot along the ring. She picked up from a random spot and kept going…

“One minute!” the man called out in glee. She looked over at him, and she saw a look of triumph on his face. She cried out in pain and frustration and humiliation, flopping onto her side in defeat. She knew she wouldn’t be able to finish the belts. So she just laid on the ground, silent sobs wracking her body.

“...and that’s time!” the man said triumphantly. He jumped out of his chair and menacingly approached her. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

“Wh- Why? Just let me go!” she screamed. “I don’t want to play your stupid games!”

“Tsk tsk, that’s no way to look at it. Especially since a new round is starting soon.” The man had grabbed a roll of duct tape off the wall on his journey towards her, and she eyed it warily. “Let’s get it started now, huh?  Don’t want to bother wasting time!”

The man stooped down over her and grabbed her around the waist. “Let go of me!” she screamed as she fought against him, but he easily picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. She screamed and fought and bucked against him, but it had no effect on him carrying her back to the center of the room.

Setting her back down on the floor, he sat down next to her and pulled her legs into his lap. She pulled against him, but he quickly began wrapping her legs in tape, wrapping in the spaces between the belts. She cried and kicked, but she was no match for his strength. Once he finished, he roughly flipped her over and wrapped tape around her hands, pinning her hands into fists. He also wrapped tape around her elbows and around her chest, securing her arms even more tightly to her body. Once he finished, she managed to break free from his grip and she kicked out hard, her bare foot connecting with his jaw.

“Hey!” the man jumped on top of her legs, slamming them painfully to the concrete floor. She froze, noticing the anger in his voice. With his other hand, he rubbed his face painfully. “Oh, you are going to regret that.” He looked down at her, as she twisted her head to look at him. “You are really going to regret that.”

She was still flipped over, so his eyes slowly wandered to her bare butt. He briefly smiled as an idea took hold. “You are… really… going to regret that…” he trailed off quietly. She realized what was coming, so she twisted away to try to escape. The man grabbed her thigh before she could and pulled her back into his lap. He lined up his arm, pulled back and… SMACK! She cried out in pain as a powerful slap fell on her bare butt. Before she could recover, another powerful spanking fell.

“How’s that feel? You like getting hit? Huh?” the man let loose, making her know that she had done the wrong thing. She cried out in pain, screaming every time his hand fell.

After what felt like an eternity, she was able to refocus on the floor in front of her. She hadn’t passed out, but she had lost contact with her sanity for a moment. She remembered that the bondage she was in had overwhelmed her: she couldn’t move, she couldn’t get away from the pain. The man wouldn’t stop no matter what she did and there was literally nothing she could do about it. She had lost control, lapsing between consciousness and unconsciousness as she blindly struggled to get away.

When she recovered, the first thing she noticed was that her face hurt. She figured it was from when she had fallen into the shelves until she tried to speak. That’s when she realized that there was something in her mouth.

The man had pushed a pair of socks deep into her mouth, filling up every crevice. He had then wrapped it in tape, ignoring her hair, wrapping the tape around her neck and over her face. He had wrapped it down around her chin and all the way up her cheeks, fully securing the socks in place.

She groaned as she realized her vision was partially obstructed by what looked like a leather strap. Over the top of the tape, the man had strapped a leather panel gag in place. The panel covered over her mouth and nose, with two small grommets where her nostrils were. She had to snort in air through her nose to breath, overwhelming her with the scent of leather. Straps ran from each corner, over her eyes and up over the top of her head, with more belts wrapping around her neck, over her chin and over the top of her head.

She moaned as she realized that the pain was coming from the tightness of the gag. Her jaw already ached from how much it was being stretched from the combination of the tape and the panel gag.

“Well, I see you have recovered from your little… ah… ‘episode’.” She looked over to where the sound had come from and saw the man sitting in the same chair. He had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, as if he had been hard at work while she was unconscious.

“MMMMPPHH!! MMMNNNN!!!” she screamed into her gag, bucking against her restraints. Luckily, they hadn’t been improved upon since the tape had been applied.

“I see you’re already enjoying the third challenge. You were out for the entire second challenge and most of this one, so I hope you are ready for the fourth.” He reclined in his chair, glancing at his watch.

“You have 2 more minutes to try to escape before the next tier, so unless you want to just skip ahead, I would say get after it.”

She glared at him, refusing to amuse him anymore.

“Well, if you insist.” The man stopped something on his watch and stood up. “Let’s get right into challenge number four!” The man picked her up and carried her over to the bed that was situated against one edge of the wall. She cried out as he dropped her down roughly onto the bed, the hard mattress yielding very little. 

The man left her on the bed and walked over to the wall where there were dozens of chains and restraints hanging. He picked two large chains, a pair of shackles and a thick metal collar, then returned to the bed. She cried out into the gag as he expertly secured the metal collar around her neck. He took the shackles and clicked them down over her ankles, along with the belt and tape that wrapped in that spot. He then attached chains to each one, running a chain from the collar to the head of the bed, and running a chain from the shackles to the foot of the bed.

She cried out into her gag and struggled against her bonds, but as the man tightened the chains, she was slowly straightened out on the bed. He only stopped tightening them when she felt a constant pressure around her neck, the collar digging into her skin painfully.

The man stepped back, looking at her feebly struggle on the bed. “There, I would say that’s a solid tier 4.”

She looked at her captor’s eyes in fear, gasping for breath through her nose. 

“Well, I’ll give you a little longer to try to escape this one. How does all night sound?”

Her eyes widened even more as she panicked at his words. Her face was being crushed, it was hard to breathe and she was bound and gagged in a strangers basement with no way to escape, completely at his mercy. She pleaded with him into her gag, offering him anything to let her go.

The man laughed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning then.” And to her horror, he left the basement, his footsteps echoing up the stairs. She was plunged into darkness as he flipped the light-

switch, leaving her alone with her thoughts and her bondage.