Chains

“Gmmmmphhh!!”

Mara grunted loudly into her gag and sagged to her knees as the pain hit her.

She had tried to reach the bedroom door…

She had finished work at the college late, getting paperwork ready for the next days classes. She had been walking across the carpark to go home, struggling a bit to see in the dim light, when something hit her from behind…

She had woken up in a strange bedroom; naked, gagged and chained up…

Her captor, Alexandra, walked into the room.

“Piece of advice”, she said, absent-mindedly playing with Mara’s breasts. “Don’t try that again. I forgot to tell you about the anal hook I fitted you with, as part of your new harness. When the chain goes taut it really pulls on your butt, as well as your insides.”

Mara just glared at her, struggling to get her hands free, trying to pull her breasts out of the woman’s grasp. Alex just held on tighter; she then fitted a short chain between Mara’s new nipple rings that she had fitted earlier, while she was unconscious. There as a little device on the middle of the chain, which she flicked.

“There. Now I’ll hear on my phone every time you move about. Anyway, once you have got used to your new harness, I’ll start your training.”

She went out of the bedroom, closing the door. Mara screamed into her gag…

Downstairs, Alex checked that she had written Mara’s letter of resignation correctly, then emailed it to the college. She wasn’t going to let her go anytime soon; she was still annoyed with the way she had, as far as she was concerned, mistreated her daughter.

Her daughter carried on living with her as normal, totally unaware that Mara was being held in the same house…

A week later, once her daughter had set off for college as usual, Alex came into Mara’s bedroom and sedated her.

When Mara next awoke, she looked in the mirror and screamed silently…

She was now dressed in a home help uniform, with an apron. Her face had been altered completely; her hair was now blonde, not brunette, and she was wearing glasses. She looked at least ten years older.

She tried to speak, but nothing came out of her mouth except a quiet hiss.

“Everything you said about my daughter was a lie, so I’ve decided to deny you the privilege of speaking”, Alex said. “You have no rights anymore, no freedom of choice. If anyone investigates you, or you make a fuss, they will find out that you are in the country illegally and deport you. Your name is now Angela Ramos.”

“Also, Angela, the mask over your face and your wig are booby-trapped. Only I can remove them, and even if I do, your voice will never come back.”

“Anyway, get to work. The kitchen won’t clean itself”

Mara, now Angela, sobbed as she went to work…

By the time Alex’s daughter Esme got in from college, ‘Angela’ was chained up back in her room, once again naked but still wearing the mask and wig.

Trouble was, Esme went to a party one night, came home drunk, and went into the wrong bedroom.

Mara’s naked chained form met her astonished gaze…

Esme was shocked and aroused at the same time, especially when she worked out who it was. She had seen that tattoo on the woman’s forearm before…

By this time, Alex had found Esme.

“What are you doing in here!?”, she shrieked.

“Looking at my new toy”, Esme said, with a smile…

Esme had grown up just as kinky as Alex…

Delighting in punishing her former teacher, Esme had taken over Mara’s training.

Alex had been amazed at how inventive she was; she came home from work one day to find Mara helplessly trying to find her way around the house with a featureless hood sealed over her head.

“What did you use that one for!”, said said, annoyed. “You know it doesn’t come off…!”

“Yes. I told her that, just before I put it on her”, said Esme. “I’ll teach the bitch to ruin my life…!”

Mara, now sightless, was still expected to do her chores. She quickly learned to wash up and clean the kitchen without sight; the punishments were severe when she got things wrong.

All her food was now provided by a bottle, that connected to a tiny hole over the gag in her mouth. That was also how she got air, so she had to drink her meals quickly or suffocate. She couldn’t believe how sadistic Alex and Esme were…

Finally, after a few months of torture and constant punishments, Mara broke. She just lay on her mat, unresponsive, when Esme tried to wake her up one morning. Even kicking her didn’t get her to move.

“Damn, she’s blown a fuse”, said Esme. “Still, it was fun while it lasted.”

“She’s still alive”, said Alex, checking her, “but she’s not ‘in there’ anymore.”

Mara was ceremoniously dumped into a black sack, and the top was tied. She was then taken to the local tip and thrown out like trash.

“Don’t worry, dear, I’ll get you another toy to play with”, said Alex, stroking Esme’s head…