Steven groaned at the sound of the doorbell, then a loud knocking at the door. He wasn’t expecting any-one, and after the rather loud party he’d had last night, he felt like hell. Maybe if he just lay here in bed, they’d go away. At another long ring on the doorbell and another set of banging, he groaned again and levered himself out of bed. He wasn’t expecting a delivery or anything, and even if he was, weren’t the postmen supposed to just leave the package on the doorstep now?
He cracked open the front door to see a dowdy-looking young woman on the doorstep. He vaguely recognised her, he was the girl that lived in the apartment above his, but asides from occasionally hearing her practice her violin and thinking she wasn’t too bad, they’d never really had much contact until now. She was in her mid to late twenties with dirty blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail, and a make-up free face that was currently set in determined expression. From her black legging and muddy trainers, she looked like she was about to go out for a run, a strappy blue top visible under her grey hoodie, the sleeves shoved up to her elbows.
“Uh… hello,” He rubbed his eyes, leaning slightly on the door. “Is it Anna?”
“No, but close enough,” She looked levelly at him. “Have you heard of the Coronavirus?”
“Yes…” he said slowly.
“Have you heard that we’re meant to be socially distancing to prevent its spread?”
“Yeah…”
“So why the hell did you have a party last night of about 20 people?” She demanded. “Look, I don’t care about your loud parties most of the time, it doesn’t bother me, but at a time like this, it’s just blatantly irresponsible…”
Steven yawned widely.
“Look, Anna, I’m hungover and sore, I’m really not in the mood for a lecture. So, bye-bye…”
He went to shut the door, but as he did, she stepped forwards, lowering her shoulder. She practically charged the door, knocking him backwards and slightly off balance, and she neatly stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind her, putting the chain smartly into place. She looked around his flat and wrinkled her nose. Steven looked at it too. It definitely needed a clean after the party last night, there was rubbish everywhere and the carpet definitely needed a vacuum. Due to being on the ground floor and surrounded by other buildings, it was also fairly dark.
“I definitely got the better deal, it’s a bit dingy, isn’t it?” She remarked.
Steven looked uncertainly at the girl. She was probably a good foot shorter than him, but as shown by her barging the door, she was clearly very strong and fast. He paused. Or maybe she’d just got lucky because he wasn’t feeling great – he was hungover after all.
“Look, Anna, you’re trespassing…” He said.
“And you’re behaving like an idiot,” She shot back. “I work for the health service, and one of my mates is in intensive care right now due to looking after Covid-19 sufferers who might have been infected by people like you! I don’t care if you feel fine, it’s not about you, it’s about every-one else.”
Steven reached for the phone on the table in the hall.
“Look, I don’t want to call the police, but if you don’t leave, I will,” He told her firmly. “I may be breaking best practice, but you’re actually breaking the law.”
She gave him a considering look.
“Well, I suppose I might as well get hanged for a sheep as a lamb…” She observed quietly.
“What?” He demanded, wondering if she had actually cracked mentally.
She grinned, stepped forwards and grabbed the wrist holding the phone, and with a smooth motion twisted it up behind his back. He yelped as pain flared through his body and felt the phone behind pulled from his hand. She carefully replaced the phone in the cradle, then with a shove pressed him up against the wall, pinning him in place with her hip. His arm and shoulder were on fire from her firm grip and every time he tried to resist, it just sent more pain lancing through him.
“Now, are you prepared to see reason?” She asked pleasantly. “Or do we have to take this further?”
“This is assault. You’re a complete psycho.”
“No, I’m just a keyworker who’s had it up to here with idiots like you flouting the rules,” She announced precisely.
She glanced around, then, taking an even firmer grip on his arm, marched him down the hall and into the kitchen. If the hall had been a mess, this was worse, with empty pizza boxes, cans and bottles scattering across the kitchen counters and tables. She wrinkled her nose, then forced him into one of the wooden kitchen chairs, and placing a foot on the seat on his chair between his legs, she pinned his chest to the back of the chair with her knee. He gaped at her as she pulled a roll of duct-tape from the pocket of her hoodie.
“How the hell do you happen to have duct-tape on you?” He demanded.
“You never know when you might need it,” she shrugged.
Pinning his arm to the arm of the chair, she wrapped the tape tightly around his right wrist, tore it off, then repeated the process on the other arm. She calmly climbed onto his lap and folded her arms against his chest, leaning against him.
“Look,” She said in a calm tone. “You are going to hear me out, one way or another.”
“Like hell I am!” He snapped, then leant away from her and started yelling. “HELP! HEEEELP!”
She swiftly glanced around the kitchen and grabbed something fabric off the table. It looked like one of his, he hoped, female, guests had lost their underwear at some point that night, and before he could shut his mouth, she’d crammed it and a nearby dishcloth into his mouth and sealed it shut with a square of silver tape. She layered a few more strips across his face, sticking it firmly into place, then nodded to herself in satisfaction. She got up off his lap and caught his legs. Crossing his ankles, she glued them together with more tape, then sealed them in place to the bar between the chair legs. She stepped back to admire her work, then nodded to herself.
“Well, I’ll give you chance to calm down,” she remarked.
She sauntered out of the kitchen and he could hear her poking around the rest of the flat, then froze as he heard her start knocking on the walls in the hall. She reappeared in the kitchen.
“Your flat has pretty much the same floorplan as mine,” She observed. “So how come you only have the one bedroom?”
At the muffled swearword he threw at her, she shrugged.
“No worries, I’ll explore a bit more.”
She vanished and he listened intently as she re-entered his bedroom. As he heard the creak of his wardrobe opening, he threw caution to the wind and started struggling hard against the chair. It was a sturdy chair and she’d done a good job of securing him to it. And then he heard the wardrobe easily being rolled forwards, and felt his heart sink. There was the click as a door opened, then a slight gasp. After a few moments, the girl reappeared, eyes wide.
“Okay, you have a cell built off your bedroom?” She demanded, voice high-pitched in excitement.
Grabbing the back of the chair, she dragged it, and him, backwards along the corridor, into his bedroom and through the concealed door into what had been the spare bedroom. Practically speaking, it had always been too small to be a bedroom – if you’d tried to fit a double-bed into it, it would have swallowed the entire floor space, but that’s not what Steven had used it for. The walls were bare plaster and he had stripped the carpet off the floor so it was bare boards, and wooden shutters had been screwed shut over the window, meaning that the only light came from a bare bulb hanging from a wire in the ceiling. She dumped him in the middle of the floor, then stared at him. He flushed bright red and refused to meet her eyes.
She giggled and vanished back into the bedroom and he could hear her rattling around.
“Ah-hah!” he groaned as she heard her pulling a heavy trunk out from under the bed.
She reappeared after a few minutes, holding a stack of photographs that she was slowly flicking through, her eyes alight.
“Kinky little boy, aren’t you?” She remarked smugly. “Nice body though.”
He shouted more muffled swearwords at her and she looked up at him again.
“Now, I would threaten to take these and publish them to all your friends if you don’t take isolation more seriously,” She remarked. “But the fact you have photos at all tells me that some of them are probably in on it. So, I guess we’re going to have to take this to the extreme. If you’re not going to isolate properly, then I’m going to forcibly isolate you.”
She disappeared from the room and returned with an armful of gear. Picking up a pair of fabric scissors she opened and shut them dramatically, grinning wickedly at him. She started to shear away his clothes, leaving him naked on the chair. She gave him a long, considering look, her hungry eyes roving all over him.
“Yup, definitely a nice body,” She observed with a smug smile, then laughed at his continuing swear words.
She took a long piece of string and looked at his crotch.
“The gentleman definitely protests too much,” She remarked with a grin.
He was flying at half mast already and despite the brilliant blush that crossed his cheeks, he couldn’t deny that this whole thing was a total turn on. She reached forwards and tugged gently on his balls, grinning at the sharp inhale of breath he gave as she did. She started to gracefully loop and tie the rope around his cock and balls, not tight enough to cut off blood-flow, but enough to stop him getting fully hard and more that enough to make it’s presence felt. She left a long, maybe 2 metre long length hanging between his legs, then gave a warning tug on it.
“Behave now boy,” she commanded. “I literally have you by the balls now.”
Now she set to work on his nipples, gently massaging them with her fingers, then leaning over to gently lick and suck at them, sending shudders down his spine and making them go erect. She pulled away and fastened a pair of nipple clamps tightly over them, a chain arching between them to add a little downward pressure and additional tugging when he moved. As he groaned, she looked up at him under his lashes and smoothed the tape gag with her thumb.
“Bet you wish you’d listened to me now,” she remarked.
She pulled a leather hood down over his face, and then circled around the back of his head to carefully tighten the laces until it was drum-tight over his face. She met his furious eyes, the only bit not concealed by the leather and winked at him. She fastened a collar tightly around his neck and then there was the soft click as it was locked in place, preventing the hood from being removed.
She fastened leather cuffs around each of his wrists and ankles, then slit the tape on his arms with the scissors, then pulled his wrists behind his back and clipped them tightly together. She used a length of chain to fasten his ankles together, enough for him to stumble around, but not enough to run. She took the length of string from his balls and tied it to a metal ring embedded in the floor. It gave him about 2 metres, enough to get to the door, but not beyond.
She dodged as he lunged at her, then yelped at the sharp tug on his balls.
“Well then, I’m going to go for my run,” She said brightly. “I should be an hour or so. Don’t go anywhere will you?”
With a laugh, she turned and walked out of the room, shutting the door and locking it after her. There was the squeak as the wardrobe was replaced to disguise the door, then there was total silence. Steven struggled against his bonds, but this was his gear, and she’d used it well. He knew his only option was to wait for her to come back.
Well. It was one way of socially isolating, he supposed.