Grace whimpered quietly as she once again squirmed as much as she was allowed inside of her prison. She had woken up to complete darkness, despite her eyes being open and quickly realized she was wearing some sort of hood over her head. It gripped her head like a vice, with a hole in the back that allowed her long dark hair to stick out in a ponytail and some holes for her nose to breathe through. The hood had the additional benefit of pressing the rubber ball strapped between her teeth deeper into her mouth, causing her jaw to ache.

She’d been stripped of her clothes, clad now only in her thigh high boots, hood, and a leather collar buckled around her neck. Her arms were drawn behind her in a leather sleeve that forced her elbows together with straps that criss-crossed between her naked breasts to prevent it from falling down. Belts or straps were locked around her legs and what seemed to be some kind of cuffs were locked around her ankle, with a couple inches of play between them.

If the restraints didn’t seem like enough, she was locked inside of a small cage that kept her compressed into a tight ball to prevent her naked skin from contacting any of the cold metal bars. A chain ran from her collar to the floor of the cage, preventing her from rising and more chains were connected to her ankle cuffs and armbinder. Completely blind, mute, immobile and partially deaf, her mind wandered back to what she could remember before waking up here in this personal prison.

Hours ago, she had been preparing to go out to the club with friends. In the weeks since her parents had been killed in a car accident, her life had been an emotional roller coaster. She had been living with her Uncle Brendy since the incident, but she had been utterly shocked when the will left her parents rich inheritance to her uncle. Despite her uncertainties, her friends had convinced her to go out clubbing this weekend as a distraction from everything.

Finally relenting, she had dressed just as she had before everything had gone to shit in a black tube top, black stretchy skirt and black leather thigh high boots. She had been doing her makeup and pulling her hair back when the paper on top of a pile of documents brought to her from her parents safe caught her eye. Eyes narrowing as she read it, she picked it up and took it downstairs to see her uncle. Heels clicking as she descended the stairs, she stopped in front of the wooden door to her uncle’s study and knocked. “Come in.”

She opened the door and walked in, causing her uncle to look up. For a moment, he seemed to freeze like a deer in headlights seeing her dressed as she was as she entered the study. It made her pretty uncomfortable having him look at her like that, but she was dressed to attract attention. Then his eyes went from her breasts to the paper in her hand. “Care to explain something?” She asked.

“Sure thing.” He said, putting down the paper in his hands and rising from behind the desk.

He was a big man, easily dwarfing her frame as he maneuvered between the bookshelves to stand in front of her. “There was a copy of the will in the safe from my house, I just saw the contents as I was getting changed to go out. But the name on the will is mine, not yours. What’s going on here?” She asked.

Uncle Brendy beckoned her closer and she obliged. “Easy, I have a very simple explanation for you.” He leaned in and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I forged it after I got your parents killed.”

Grace was stunned. “What!?”

She stood frozen by the news for about two seconds, and those two seconds were all her uncle needed to grab her by the shoulders and spin her around, wrenching her arms behind her so he could tighten a pre-looped ziptie that dug into her skin. Her cry of pain and surprise was abruptly cut off by a sponge ball being stuffed into her mouth. Grinning evilly, her uncle forced her down onto the ground, grabbing her booted ankles and wrapping another ziptie around them, dodging her attempted kicks with her now connected legs. Going back to his desk to grab a roll of duct tape, he returned to find her almost succeeding in forcing the sponge out with her tongue. “Oh none of that.” He said as he used two fingers to stuff the sponge back into her mouth before sealing it in place with several strips of duct tape.

Now helplessly bound and gagged, Grace could only look at her uncle with fear in her eyes as he knelt down beside her and stroked her hair. “Now, something you should know. The will? All forged. Your parents would never have left the estate to me, but I simply paid off a few people, lost a small percentage of the will in doing so but 80% of something is a lot bigger than 100% of nothing.”

The wide eyed girl screamed into her gag. It wasn’t very loud. “And now.” He continued, his hands dropping to her breasts. “You are mine. I won’t ever let you go. I’ve been making some preparations and you will stay here forever. My prisoner. My toy.”

Grace screamed again, straining against the harsh plastic as he squeezed her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. Then he let her go, allowing her to fall to the floor in a heap as he walked over to his desk and took a cloth and bottle out of the top drawer. “Welcome to your new life.” He said with a grin as he clamped the cloth over her face.

Bound as she was, Grace stood no chance against the drugged fumes, squirming a little in her uncle’s grip before she finally fell unconscious. Now she had woken up, fully restrained and trapped and terrified of what her uncle was going to do to her.

Time passed slowly before she could vaguely hear the squeal of a door opening. She strained her ears to listen through the stifling hood, but couldn’t detect anything else other than he had likely entered the room.

“Hello there.”

Grace squeaked and flinched, shrinking away from the sound of her uncle’s voice. Unfortunately, given her restrained state, barely moved half an inch before the chains went taut to hold her in place. “You’re all mine now.” He breathed, relishing in the fear that was radiating off of her. “Completely mine to do what I want, and I definitely want to do a lot with you.”

He reached a hand through the bars and pinched one of her nipples, causing her to squeal. “But not just yet, I have some other matters to attend to.”

He laughed. “I’ll be with you soon enough.” Before turning and exiting the room, switching off the light and locking the door, leaving Grace to suffer in her tiny prison, fearful of what was coming next.