Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage and sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 28 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Stuck and Mistake.

I glanced down at my phone again, rereading the email from my agent. Then back up at the building in front of me. I had the right address alright. Unit 174, Maple Media Park.

I glanced in the reflection of a window and adjusted my blonde hair, arranged into a tidy ponytail, and the tight red dress I was wearing. I hoped I hadn’t gone too daring with the short length and low cut at the chest. It wasn’t something I’d usually wear, but I really wanted to impress the producers. Subtly conveying a little sex appeal wouldn’t hurt.

I entered the front door, identified the floor the particular unit was on, and stepped into the elevator. I was feeling really nervous. After years of nothing but acting in commercials and soaps with a handful of lines, this could be my big breakout role. Today was a screen test, effectively the final audition, for the third billing in a movie by a reasonably well-known director.

I reached the door of my destiny. 174. Taking a deep breath, I knocked. After just a moment it flew open.

“Yes? Who’s interrupting our- Oh... hello.”

“Um, hi. I’m here for the uh... screen...”

“You’re here! Yes yes, please, come right in.”

I stepped inside and followed them into the next room, where a full scene had been arranged. There was a large camera and light stands, all facing inwards. The set was arranged like a bedroom, with a large King-size bed in the middle.

“Look who showed up!”

A middle-aged man in a blazer and a scarf stood up from his chair. He walked over and embraced me in a hug.

“You made it! Wonderful. We thought you weren’t going to show.”

“Ahah really? Well I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

“Love that attitude. And love that dress too honey~. Now let's get going while the day is young. Make-up!”

It was really happening. The crew members around moved into places, checking the camera and ensuring the lights were properly set.

The director handed me a short script to read while makeup was applied to my face. It was very short. Only a single page, with an action sequence of some sort at the end. I supposed this was only a screen test after all. The story was more of a thriller than I expected, different to the romcom and drama pieces I usually landed. I’d welcome the challenge!

Soon enough I was standing on set, beside the bed. Everyone took their places and hushed. I was feeling shaky but determined.

“Aaand... action!”

Knock knock!

“Yes, come in.”

Another actor stepped into the frame. A tall handsome man with a chiselled jawline. Hopefully we'd have more than just the one scene together.

“I’m from the home security company ma’am. You called us asking about upgrades to security in your house?”

“Oh yes! I’ve heard all sorts of terrible rumours about break-ins and kidnappings in the area lately. It’s got me shaking in my boots! I’m so glad you got here before something terrible happened.”

“Happy to help ma’am. We should start with putting alarms on all the windows. Starting with that window over there. See how... vulnerable it looks?”

He pointed off-camera stage-left, and I turned to stare in that direction. While I stood silently, trying my best to look pensive and nodding in agreement, he approached me from behind with overexaggerated looming steps.

His hand clamped onto my mouth from behind, and his other arm wrapped around my waist. He grabbed me so roughly that I was actually genuinely surprised. That should play well on camera at least.

“Mmmph?!”

“Gotcha. What a dumb naive slut you are.”

I squirmed in his arms and managed to wrench my head free. I doubted I could have normally. He allowed me to, as the script required.

“Who are you? What are you doing to me?”

“You haven’t figured it out yet? We’re the ones who have been doing all the kidnapping. And you invited us right in! Time to get you all tied up. Babe I got her!”

A woman skulked in from offstage. She was a short girl with a pixie cut, dark brown with streaks of red, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. She had quite a scowl on her pretty face. In her hand was a large bundle of white ropes. Time for the action scene.

The guy threw me face-down onto the bed roughly, then climbed up to sit on my legs and hold my arms still. The girl circled the bed and climbed up from the other side. She hunched down over my head, to my surprise. Her butt rested on the back of my head, pushing my face down into the bed spread. How was I supposed to say my lines clearly?

“Hey! Let me go you fiends!”

“Shut up bitch.”

SPANK!

“Aah?!”

She'd reached over and smacked my ass hard. That wasn’t in the script was it? And what was with the profanity? I guess this wasn’t a PG rated movie like I’d thought.

While the guy held my arms still, the girl wrapped ropes around them to tie me up. She seemed to be an expert, arranging them quickly and confidently in multiple loops, passing the strands around me and each other in complex ways. Not the simple single-loop I’d imagined in my head.

I was even more shocked when she moved up to my elbows. The guy grabbed and pulled my arms together terribly firmly, almost making my elbows touch. The girl quickly applied more ropes, with the same efficient tightness as before.

This was getting a bit scary. But I didn’t want to be the diva who called for “Cut” out of line and brought filming to a halt. I had to tough it out. I wriggled beneath my two captors, making scared-sounding gasps and moans. It wasn’t a difficult emotion to sell. My arms really were suffering.

They sat me upright. The guy pulled me back against him and started groping my breasts through the dress!

“H-hey! Get your hands off me! Unngh...”

“I think it’s time we shut this bitch up.”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out something that made my jaw drop. It was a gargantuan red ball with black straps coming out of the sides. She dangled it by a strap, swinging it in front of my face. The script mentioned a gag, but I thought it’d be a plain cloth around my mouth and nothing more. Not some oversized BDSM sex toy.

“N... no. D-don't. Um... can we please not gag me wi-MMMPH!?”

My out-of-character plea for a script change was interrupted by the girl pushing the ball hard into my mouth. Very hard. It popped inside and the guy closed the straps painfully tight.

“MMMGHH!!”

I was struggling for real now. My jaw ached from the ridiculous size of the ballgag. The pair laughed and continued playing with me. The guy kept groping my breasts and my ass, while the girl taunted me, stroking my face and insulting me.

I kept expecting the director to end the scene. The plot point had been effectively made. My dumb character had been kidnapped. But it just kept going and going.

At a softly spoken cue from the director offscreen, they ceased their abuse. End scene at last? It was not. The guy pushed me down flat again, and they swapped places. She grabbed yet more ropes to tie up my legs, while he grabbed the edge of my dress and....

RRRRRIP!

“MMPH?!”

He tore my dress apart, wrenching it from my body entirely! The girl finished cinching knots closed around my ankles and knees. I was now lying bound on the bed in nothing but pink undies.

“Mmmmgghmph!!”

“I’ll get the van ready. You watch her.”

“With pleasure~”

The guy walked off camera, leaving just us girls on-screen. I'd reached my patience with this scene. I mumbled towards the director, even looking straight into the camera, trying to gag-request a cut. They just kept rolling. I tried to sit up and hop away.

“Enough bad behaviour out of you. You need a punishment.”

“Mmmph?”

The girl grabbed my waist and pulled me back, laying me down over her knees. I squirmed and kicked, but she held on firmly.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Mmmmmgghhhh!!”

She spanked my shaking ass over and over. These weren’t light smacks for show. She was really laying into me. I bucked as hard as I could, but she just chuckled and hit me even harder.

SMACK! SMACK!

“CUT!”

Finally! I laid on the bed softly whimpering as the director approached us. My poor aching buttcheeks.

“That... was... fantastic! Skye you were on fire! That spanking idea? Mwaah!”

He made a chef’s kiss motion, then turned to me.

“And you. Honey, you are a trooper and a superstar. I kept expecting you to give the safeword signal, but nope! You put on a hell of a show. In all my years directing bondage videos I’ve never seen such a wonderfully sexy damsel. You were born to be bound and gagged. This video is going to sell by the truckload, I can just feel it.”

Did he say... bondage videos?

“What time are we? Alright let’s break for lunch. I’ll see everyone back here in 90 minutes. Skye would you untie our star? She deserves a rest.”

“Sure.”

“And once we’re back, it’s onto the spitroasting scene with anal and strap-on blowjob. I can’t wait! You’re going to love it Catalina.”

What... what did he just call me? He thinks I’m someone named Catalina?! This was all some huge mistake!

Skye languished beside me on the bed, picking lazily at the ropes, glancing around the room. She still hadn't actually untied anything by the time everyone else exited the set, off to enjoy their lunch.

She suddenly leaned in and spoke into my ear with a menacing growl.

“You just had to show up huh Catalina? I slept with the casting director just so he’d send you the wrong location and you somehow still got here? This was supposed to be my big chance to finally be the star model. I'd even convinced the director to go ahead with filming me instead, but noooo they'd always prefer some blonde bimbo. Well you can spend lunch struggling alone on this bed then. I’m going to tell everyone you wanted to stay in character. Oh don't think you can argue. I’m not gonna let you say a single word the rest of the day. I am going to fuck your face so goddamn hard later.”

“Mmmph! Mmmmgh!!”

I shook my head with wide desperate eyes. She ignored my frantic gagged attempts to explain that I wasn't their absentee pornstar. She grabbed yet another rope, pulled my legs up and tied me into the strictest hogtie she could manage.

I yelled and shook like crazy, but I couldn't stop her. She finished with a final spank upon my stinging ass. With a devilish smile and wave, she left me, alone and stuck.

Off on a table in the corner, my phone buzzed repeatedly. I couldn’t get off the bed, let alone reach it. I sobbed as the call ended and went to voicemail.

“Hey Nina, it’s your agent. Wanted to let you know that I made a mistake in the email and got the address wrong. It should be Unit 147 not Unit 174. I’m sure you’ve already figured out it's the wrong place by now though. The studio agreed to wait for you, so get over there quick! You don’t want to piss off these guys and get blacklisted, believe me. Best of luck. I know you’re going to wow them and the whole world with your beauty and talents!”

Beeeeep!