Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Suspended, Seduced

Lexie woke with a quiet groan. She could feel she'd slept sitting upright- her neck and back ached, and would do for the day, experiance had taught her. She opened her eyes and cast around, taking in the unusual surroundings. It wasn't the first time she'd woken up in a strange place, between turning occasionally to drink, ending up at the shelters or police station. Or even once or twice, a man's house. Sometimes, lying with a stranger indoors was better than snow.

This was different, though. Homeless shelters rarely had one room to a person and if they did she'd have had a bed. Police cells were usually better lit and in any case- the ajar door from where the light originated ruled out jail.

Well, that left a man. Though usually they were nice enought to let her use a sofa at least.

Stretching, she rose, her strained muscles complaining. She patted herself down, checking her clothes and looking around for her possessions, such as they were. A sleeping bag and her backpack might not be much but for her it was her key to surviving.

It wasn't there.

Her thoughts went wild, her imagination drafting wild paranoias. She wouldn't have slept without it. A moment later she tried to calm herself- probably she'd just left it at the door or something...

She got to her feet, steadying herself, feeling a splitting headache and a stabbing thirst. Unsteadily she wandered over to the door when-

She fell over backwards with a cry, holding her nose. It was like something had hit her, or she'd walked into something! This time, she got up and felt her way farward, guarding herself. Amazingly, her fingers bumped into some invisible force between her and the door. Pushing on it did nothing- she felt around it, but it seemed to be a totally flat wall with no way through. She was about to start experimenting with it, more confused and curious than worried, when the light was silouetted by an imposing figure. A male figure.

A moment passed. Then, she put on a smile, hiding the sudden inexplicable uneasiness she felt. "Hey there, er, mate. What's up with... this?" She tapped on the barrier.

He smiled, but it wasn't a friendly one. He took a step towards her.

"What's going on, dude?" She managed to keep the waver out of her voice. This was not going well.

Another step. She started backing up, only to hit another immovable wall behind her. That hadn't been there a minute ago.

"Whoa! Dude! What are you doing? Stay back! What IS this?" Frantically, she turned and started pounding her fists on the wall. "HELP!" Hopefully it was an appartement or something and he'd back off. She looked back at him, feeling a cold sweat and a clear clarity that cut through the headache.

He took another step, raised an arm, pushed his palm towards her, and she felt a force freeze her wrists mid-strike. She stared at him, wild-eyed, starting to hyperventilate, and spoke in lower tones, pleading, "Please please please no, don't hurt me, please" A final step left him right behind her.

She lashed out, kicking at him in the nuts like a cornered beast, but he simply stepped back and caught her foot, then she felt that too immobilized by an unseen force. She flailed weakly with her one free limb, before he caught it and bent it up, freezing it such that she was kneeling in the air, suspended. A few moments later she could barely move, her midriff, hips, knees, neck and elbows all bound by this strange magic, her arms forced behind her and her eyes forced forwards.

The man prowled behind her. For the first time he spoke, his voice deep and confident. "Go ahead and squeal... nobody around... just me. And you."

So she did. She screamed for help, yelled insults and pleas, begged for mercy or salvation. He let her go on without a murmur. After a few minutes, she fell silent, out of breath and panting, her throat begging for water. After a few seconds, she felt a hand wrap around her neck.

He didn't choke her. Still she froze in terror, fear paralyzing her more fully than the bonds around her body. His voice rumbled again "So... what's your name?" Still stunned by anxiety, she didn't answer. "Hmmm. Can I get you something? A drink, perhaps?" She must have swallowed, or made some other signal, as he let her neck go and walked off. 

Left alone for a moment, the haze of panic receeded somewhat. She tested whatever it was that held her again, but it seemed unbreakable. She tried to wiggle and squirm, hoping to find some slack by which to escape. She found none. 

He returned, appearing in her field of vision, and for the first time she got a good look at her captor. He was tall and well built, with dark, short hair and was clean shaven. His expression was not cruel, just one of... satisfaction. He lifted a tall glass of water to her face. "Ask me for some."

She glared at him. He smiled, and brought the cold rim of the glass to rest on her temple. She let her eyes flutter shut for a moment as the cold nursed her headache, then resumed her glare.

With his other hand, he cupped her left breast. Once again she stiffened, her eyes wide and her resistance wavering.

"Ask me for a drink."

She was out of options. Besides, she was thirsty "Can I have a drink?"

"Say please."

Well, she'd already caved to the first thing. Gritting her teeth for only a moment, she bowed her eyes. "Please may I have a drink?"

Letting go of her breast, he tilted her head back slightly, guiding her to drink. Only a few sips at a time, and once when she choked her waited for her to recover. 

Once the glass was empty, he left. A few minutes later, he returned with another glass, and after she asked again, let her drink.

Then he put the glass on the floor, out of the way and put his hand on her crotch. She could feel his hand, slowly and gently rubbing through her jeans. She tried one last time, looking him in the eyes. "Please..."

He paused, his hand rubbing over her pants still. Then he stepped away and behind her for a moment, before she felt him pull something over her head and over her mouth- something cold and metal. It pressed on her lips, and his voice rang out in command. "Open." When she didn't, he again held her by the neck. He had all the power here. Beaten, she opened her mouth, feeling whatever it was slide into her mouth, then behind her teeth, pinning her mouth open. 

He came round her front, holding a box cutter. She gave a low whine of protest as he leant towards her crotch, carefully cutting away the crotch of her jeans and exposing her modest undergarments, letting a finger wander, dancing around her labia, pushing against the fabric and between her slit for a moment, then pausing. A whistle and a thud behind her marked the man throwing away the box cutter. With one hand he cupped her crotch, gently fondling her and occasionally adding some pressure, and the other slipped under her shirt, tickling up her ribs and around to the clasp of her bra. A few moments later, she felt her bra give way, her modest C-cup breasts losing their support. She realised suddenly that he must have done this before- no man did that by accident, with one hand no less.

Having claimed her bra, the man dropped it behind him. Releasing her nethers for a moment, he lifted her shirt till it was pinned above her breasts, and for a moment admired them, giving her a cheeky wink, before teasing them. He first squeezed them, then gave her left nipple a light tweak, then a small lick, all the while slowly circling the areola of her right breast. First clockwise, then anti. Then a quick flick over, then clockwise again.

Soon enough he turned back to her lower half. He kissed her though her knickers once, then circled behind her, kissing around her hips, seemingly unaffected by the force that held her. He kissed up her side, then switched to her elbow and up her arm, til he was planting little marks on her neck. His right hand slipped around her to start playing with her areola again, and at last his left snuck under her knickers.

Even unwilling, Lexie was starting to breath deeper and heavier, and not of fear. Though she hated him utterly, her body betrayed her, his light touches bringing goosebumps to her skin. As his index finger found her hood, a tremor swept through her, a small gasp from her parted lips, a drop of drool fell unheaded from her gagged mouth. It was as if he knew her body inside and out- he was playing her perfectly, never too fast, always at a pleasureable pace. She stared off into nothingness as he dipped a finger into her honeypot, swirling her into a stupor. One second dipping in and out, the next pushing into her clit and rubbing til a moan escaped her, then spreading her so a second finger might join. Gradually, what movement her hips could muster began moving with him unconsciously, and her regular pants through the ring gag left a sheen of spit down her front. Eventually, the waves of her orgasm crashed in a long moan and spazms through her body, her eyes wide open and unseeing.

By the time she regained clarity, he had left her. Suspended, with ripped jeans and soaked panties, braless and her shirt pulled up, soaked in her spit and her breasts perky and bare. 

This wasn't over.