New story. I know I haven't finished Pet, fuck Pet. I'll finish it later. >:(

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I opened my eyes wearily and looked around. My eyes started to water at the extreme brightness of the overhead light. The room was empty, except for a small sink and a toilet on the other side of the room and the bed I had woken up on. The walls were gray and there was a heavy looking metal door near the sink. I could spot air vents on the walls to my left and to my right just below the ceiling. The ceiling, by the way, was unusually high.

Still in a daze, I tried to get up, but much to my sleepy dissatisfaction, I found that I couldn't.

Along with a horrid headache, that's when it hit me. I was tied spread eagle to the bed I was laying on by thick ropes. My cunt was exposed by the tiny miniskirt I had been wearing as it as it had been hiked up by my spread legs. The only other article of clothing I was wearing was a black lace bra.

I tried to pull and struggle against the ropes for what seems like an hour, but they wouldn't give. Whoever had tied the knots knew their shit, that's for dammed sure.

My wrists and my ankles were red and sore from rope burn and I was exhausted from the struggling. I began a new kind of struggling and that was the struggle to suppress the panic enough to think logically about the situation.

I knew two things about the current situation. I knew that I had no idea where I was, so even if I was able to get free of these ropes and even if the door next to the sink was stupidly unlocked, I would have no idea how to get out of the building without my captor seeing and more likely than not, I wouldn't know how to get home from here. The second was that the only way I would get free from these ropes would be if my captor came and untied me, and I knew that when he came into the room, he would see my cunt exposed to the open. I also seriously doubt that untying me would be the only thing he would do.

As the last bit of haziness left my mind, I began to think about the last place I was before I wound up here.

. . .

"Hey Carol, you coming or not?" Jim, my boyfriend, shouted to me from downstairs. We were planning to go out to a party that a friend of his was hosting.

"Yeah, hold on, I'll be right there." I called down. I was messing with my outfit. I was always self conscious about the way I looked, ever since I was a little girl. I never wanted anyone to see my body naked. I would always wear pants or long shorts and I would never wear anything more revealing than a T-shirt. The only time I ever wore dresses was to formal events and even then, they would be long dresses with either a high neckline or a sweater to go with it. This dress that I was wearing now was a rare thing for me. The bottom of the dress stopped mid thigh and the neckline of the dress was pretty low.

I was wearing it for Jim. I wanted to make him happy, to be sexy for him. I always felt that I was never a sexual enough girlfriend, so I wanted him to see me in a different way tonight.

I was, however, still embarrassed about how exposed I was, even though the dress really wasn't that revealing. If my brown hair was longer, I'd have put it in front of me to hide my cleavage, but it only came down to my jaw line. I kept pulling the bottom down, but it didn't make a difference. I had tried several different pairs of leggings, but none of them matched the dress well enough.

I figured I would just go like this and make Jim happy, so I left my bedroom and walked downstairs to meet Jim.

"Wow, you look great!" Jim smiled.

"Thanks." I blushed.

"Well, let's get going." He led me out the front door to the car. It was a warm night so, much to my disapproval, it wasn't an excuse to wear a jacket. The sky was clear and the sun had already set.

We drove for about 20 minutes out to where Jim's friend lived. During the car ride, Jim made several satisfactory comments on my outfit, each of which made me blush. He said the tight black dress fit my curves well.

When we got to the party, my heart started racing. I was still nervous about people seeing me. After a few drinks, though, things started to get more comfortable.

Move forward three hours and you'll find me in the girl's bathroom of the party hall after going to the bathroom, washing my hands. I smiled in the mirror and checked my makeup, all the while continuing to fidget with the dress.

The door opened behind me and I thought nothing of it, until I saw a male figure reflected in the mirror.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing in here?" I spun around and stared at him.

He walked towards me. "I wanted to say hi."

"And you couldn't do that somewhere that isn't the woman's restroom?" I sneered.

"I wanted to get you alone. I would have lured you up onto the roof with promises of a sweater and some pants, but I figured this was much easier." He locked the door behind him.

"Why did you lock the door?" I kept my stern composition, even though I was starting to get nervous. The man was becoming intimidating.

"So we don't get interrupted. That wouldn't be any good." He took a step closer.

"Yeah, you don't come near me."

"Why not, scared?"

"You're a threat. I'm keeping my distance. I'll talk to you, but you stay that far away or I'm out of here."

"Okay, okay." He smiled, walked back, and leaned against the door. "I've been noticing you playing with your dress all night, trying to keep yourself covered. You know, that dress really isn't that revealing."

"I'm modest, lay off."

He laughed. "Modest, eh? Cute. Well, now that my thirsty curiosity has been quenched, I'll be off." And with that, as quickly and with as much confidence as he had come in with, he had left.

"Well damn, that was weird." I said to myself.

We're moving forward two hours now, to where me and Jim and walking back to the car. "You seemed to be having a lot of fun back there. Hey, I told you it would be a good party." He smiled a friendly smile, putting his arm around me.

"Yeah, you know, you were right." I smiled back, but then I realized I had left my bracelet in the stall in the bathroom. "Oh shit, I have to go back to the bathroom for a second. I left my grandmother's bracelet there."

"It's probably not there any more. Is it really that important?"

"Yeah, it's an antique. If it's not there, I'll just come back."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I'll be fine." I jogged away back towards the party hall.

As I was going around the side of the building to the entrance closest to the women's bathroom, I heard a rustling somewhere in the bushes next to the building.

"Is... anybody there?" I looked around, but after a few minutes of standing silently, I continued walking after not hearing or seeing a thing.

I didn't take six steps before a man walked up behind me.

"Hey there, Carol, it's me again." It was that man who was in the bathroom with me. I spun around to face him, but as I did, he grabbed my head and shoved a rag into my face. This is the last thing I remember.

. . .

I turned my head to the side to avoid looking at my exposed body. Out of sight out of mind, I figured, but I still couldn't suppress the panic. What was I going to do? How the hell was I going to get out of here? What was this man going to do to me? Would he ever let me go?

After several hours of panic turned boredom, I heard a voice from what I figured was a speaker somewhere in the room.

"Hello Carol." The voice said. It wasn't the voice of the man who had captured me, it was someone different, someone a little older. The voice sounded to be someone in his mid 30's, but the man in the bathroom was probably only in his early 20's. The man in the bathroom was younger than I was.

"Who...who are you?" I stuttered, my voice harsh from all the hours of not speaking.

"I can't tell you my name, Carol. You can address me as sir, though."

"How about I address you as son of a bitch?"

"I don't answer to son of a bitch, but feel free to say it anyways. You're not going to hurt my feelings. It may not be in your best interest, though."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Well, to put it plainly, I'm the one who's going to be controlling every aspect of your life from now on. I'm the only one who's going to give you food, the only one who can untie you, and the only one who can decide if you should be let go or not and when. Boy, after all these hours, you must really have to piss by now. It would be a shame if you couldn't hold it in any longer and you pissed yourself tied to that bed there. Oh, and by the way, you're being watched on closed circuit television. Every inch of that room is being viewed right here on my computer screen from several different angles. I can also see every inch of your body."

"You fucking bastard..."

"I can see you blushing."

"Why...why are you doing this to me?"

"I get bored easily. How bad do you have to piss right now?"

"What's it to you?"

"It may weigh in on my decision to let you up to use the toilet."

"Well, if you must know, I have to go so bad it hurts."

"I'll be back in twenty minutes. I suggest you readjust your attitude and then maybe, if you ask nice enough, I'll let you up."

The next twenty minutes, now that my mind had been drawn off the topic of my escape and onto the top of my bladder, were incredibly painful. I wasn't sure how long I could hold it in.

But the man kept his word and was back in twenty minutes. "Hello Carol."

"Hello...sir." I knew I had to get him to let me up.

"I see you haven't pissed yet. Ask me nicely and maybe I'll untie you."

"Please, will you let me up....sir?"

"I'm looking more for begging than a request."

"Uh... please...please, I'm begging you to untie me!"

"Eh, be more specific."

"Please, sir, please, I have to piss so fucking bad, please!"

I didn't hear from him for another ten minutes, but I was relieved when I heard the clinking of what must have been a lock on the other side of the heavy metal door. He entered the room and closed the door behind him, which I assumed locked on its own. The man was well built and he wore a ski mask to conceal his face.

Normally, I would have been mortified, but the pain in my bladder was distracting me.

"Hello Carol."

"H...hello..."

"I'm going to untie you. If you fight or attack me, I will overpower you, tie you back down, and leave, understand?" He spoke calmly and I knew he wasn't bluffing. The man was taller, bigger, and more muscular than I and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wouldn't stand a chance against him.

"Yes, I understand."

The man walked over to me and paused at the edge of my bed, looking at my body. After a few seconds of running his eyes up and down my form, he began to untie me from the bed.

He stepped back and directed me to stand up. He told me not to do anything without his explicit command, or else he would force me back down onto the bed.

He told me to stand up and walk over to the toilet. He stood five feet to my left, watching me.

"Are you going to go, or not?"

"I...you're watching me..."

"Yes, I am. But you can't hold it in forever. Hike up your shirt and go to the bathroom."

"Please don't look..." I was pleading with him now. My modesty had overpowered my pain.

"No can do, honey. I repeat, hike up your skirt and go to the bathroom."

I reluctantly hiked up my skirt and sat down on the toilet seat. He walked directly in front of me while I started to urinate and I knew he could see my cunt exposed completely. I finished, wiped myself, and then waited for him to say something, tears of embarrassment and violation running down my face.

But he didn't say anything, he simple smiled, turned around, and left.