Authors: Michael Malflic
He led her out of the alley and into the assumed safety of a busier street. Vincent’s tone was friendly and conversational but his eyes and movements were still deeply seductive to her.
“I’m Vincent what’s you
r
name?”
“Nina” she replied.
He laughed an innocent little chuckle, “Ok Nina. Where are you going?’ His intent was just to create a little small talk to pass the time between their steps.
“With you” Nina added. “You asked if I was coming”
Vincent laughed yet again. “Sounds like fun.
But why?”
Nina chimed in without hesitation and with a dash of confidence.
”Because I like you.”
“Works for me.
But you can leave anytime you want.” Pausing, waiting for a reply and then adding “Ok?” Looking for agreement and validation that she knew she could
leave if she got uncomfortable. Nina was feeling more comfortable and confident, Vincent had a way of doing that to people he had just met, not that it was ever a problem for her.
She inquired “OK, so where are we going?”
“To pick up some of
Nadrea’s
things, maybe a little shopping and then out to a club.”
It was an odd time in the city, and while the city never sleeps it does from time to time take a second or two to breath. Too early for the clubs to be really hopping and the last lingering of the post theater crowd disappeared drifting into the quite slumber of their hotel rooms. A cab came by trolling for passengers and Vincent and Nina took the opportunity to hail it. A few seconds later they were making a straight line toward the W. Nina sat next to him like a smitten school girl, her following of
Nadrea
paled in comparison to her current enthusiasm in talking to Vincent. As they pulled up Vincent interrupted, “I’ll be right back so just wait here.” Vincent disappeared into the hotel retuning 12 minutes later with a black gym bag.
“Welcome back!” Nina exclaimed with a little too much joy but the intention was sincere.
Vincent smiled as he took his place in the cab next to her and she hugged him. “Thanks Nina. Do you live here?”
“My whole life, well except for the few summers I spent at camps upstate and the one in Colorado.
Upper East Side.”
Again her cheerful tone did not at all matching her pierced and tattered image. One who looks so desperate for something other than the normal boring existence perhaps had found it and was amazingly happy in contrast to the stereo type that her looks would suggest.
“Good so now that Giuliani cleaned up the city where can a nice boy from out of town like me find
a good
porn or better yet, a fetish store open at this hour?” Vincent asked Nina playfully, the candor in his voice hidden by his bullshit innocence implying comment. Nina recited from memory with horrifying accuracy and descriptions location, and the quality of the selections.
“I fuck myself…a lot.” she adds as a testimonial to the expertise.
“At least daily.”
Was tacked on without even a hint of hesitation to the picture she had just finished painting. Soon Vincent, Nina, and the cabbie were off on to the next several stops on their journey.
Vincent would
emerged
with a few nondescript bags from most of the stops which he slipped immediately into the gym bag preserving the surprises for everyone else involved except himself.
Nadrea’s
and the Cherub’s separate journey had them wondering randomly and lazily through the streets, in no hurry to make it to the predetermined destination. The ride was long enough that
Nadrea
could have been in any of the boroughs. The blindfold added to the stopping and turning had her disoriented,
Nadrea
had lost all sense of time and direction. Had they gone through a tunnel, the Lincoln perhaps but no highway followed it. Maybe the Queens, Midtown off of 34
th
with a quick exit afterward. She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t taken the time earlier to pay attention to the sense of movement and the sounds the passed by her, by now it was much too late for any of that to be helpful. She could have been in Hoboken, or the Bronx or Tarrytown for all she knew. The legend of Sleepy Hollow then began to invade her thought process and her. She began to worry about where she was, not about what was going to happen to her but where was she physically,
she
could go inside of herself to escape an atrocity committed to her physical being short of being maimed or murdered. Fear again began to swell up inside of her, concern that caused her pulse to quicken and her senses to become elevated, a response that mixed a heightened arousal with the fear of eminent danger. The cab stopped and didn’t start again she waited and waited but it didn’t move, no one moved, no one spoke had she been left alone? “Good night ladies.” The cabbie stated out of nowhere and the Cherub took
Nadrea
by the hand and guided her carefully out of the car. Within a few seconds the usually bold
Nadrea
was standing tentatively on the sidewalk. “I’ve got to put these in so stand still,” the Cherub said and before
Nadrea
could react two ear plugs were placed in her ears. Muting all but the most obvious of sounds beyond recognition, deaf and blind to the world that surrounded her panic again began to rise
; l
eaving
her
arousal in its wake.
Vincent stood there silently a few feet away watching as
Nadrea
tensed with the uncertainty of so many things and the Cherub grinned devilishly at her knowing what was about to happen, the
hand print on her cheek all but gone except for the few remaining red splotches. The Cherub led her tentatively toward the doors,
Nadrea’s
strides shuffling and
slow,
swaying on her heels she had lost all sense of her defining presence and seductive motion giving way to a stride and posture of an elderly woman or the victim of a psychologically devastating assault. As the Cherub continued to guide her gently Vincent decided that is was time for her to realize how truly not in control she was. Vincent stepped up effortlessly behind her as she neared the threshold taking her by the wrist and bending her arm behind her roughly.
Nadrea
tensed and tried to pull away but he took her other arm as she reached for her blindfold having pulled it away from the Cherub. Vincent quickly grabbed the free arm just below the elbow with a force that sent a stinging sensation through her forearm where he hit her and closed his hand around down into her hand, her knees weakened with the force of the blow. Now with both arms tucked behind her back roughly
Nadrea’s
fear turned to genuine panic, no sense of direction, muffled sounds and now she was being physically overpowered she was no longer willingly submitting but literally being physically dominated without her consent. A scream started to build inside of her but she dared not let it out for fear of what would happen if she did. The Cherub now following a few steps behind the spectacle as Vincent led
Nadrea
through the doorway and into a dark hallway. The dim lighting showed walls lined with exposed brick and spaces littered with every imaginable fetish and freak loitering about before entering the main rooms of the club.
Nadrea
tried to count her tentative steps as she was led down the hall by her unknown escort. Somewhere deep inside of her she thought it was Vincent. She hoped it was Vincent but she couldn’t be certain and that uncertainty kept her on the edge of terror and fear.
The long hallway as they drew near the end she thought she could hear music in the distance through her earplugs.
Nadrea
stumbled again losing count of her steps but was soon was turned to the left and Vincent pushed his terrified lover into a small private room where Nina waited, having dutifully laid out the contents of the gym back on a small sofa table along one of the walls. Vincent handed Nina
Nadrea’s
left wrist and a new stiff leather cuff was
snatched from the table and quickly fastened around it. Then stretching her arm precariously upward and angled away from the body it was fastened to a cold steel bar.
Nadrea’s
mind began to race again and in a new way, this was a turn of events that were not exactly expected to her, the sensation of a cuff and outstretched arms was not unfamiliar but why it was happening now remained a mystery. As her second wrist was cuffed and Vincent stretched her arm upward whose control was she under and what was next lingered in her thoughts. She started to pull away a reaction caused by the panic of the unknown, she didn’t know who was there and still didn’t know where there was. Vincent again snatched her hand back quickly foiling her attempted escape.
Nadrea
began to kick and flail every muscle in her body tensed and protesting. Vincent wrapped a powerful arm around her picking her up and holding her unsecured arm out waiting for Nina to grab it and bind it overhead like the first. As it snapped into place Vincent released her from his embrace and
Nadrea
began to scream, pulling violently against her restraints. Restraints that were most often were used for show and for play but in fact they were more than capable of holding a person in place against their will if they needed to.
Nadrea’s
became quite the spectacle as the ball of her feet barely touched the ground arms her firmly above her. Her screams went from a release to genuine terror as Vincent, stood back fiendishly grinning right along with the Cherub. The only one of the three who showed any genuine concern was Nina. The Cherub found the cranks and raised the bar height a little more stopping just short of suspending
Nadrea
in the air. Then turning to Vincent “You had better tell her what is going on before she hurts herself.”
Instead Vincent just sat on the small couch in the room watching in cruel amusement as
Nadrea’s
heart was pounding hard enough to jump out of her chest. “Not quite yet” he laughed before his voice turned wicked “let her suffer! Besides I can still see her hand print on your face. When did you become so fucking nice?”
The Cherub continued on, “Is she really going to be ok with this? You know…”
But Vincent interrupted “Yes it’s a matter of trust…I know Cindy. I’ve heard it before.” “Vince, I’ve never seen this side of you. I thought this wasn’t your thing.”
He sat for a minute watching as
Nadrea’s
struggles against her restraints had left her tired and winded and she became nearly motion less, still fearful on the inside, but the pure panic had again given way to her curiosity that something delightful might be happening around her. “It’s not” he finally answered, “but she’ll love it when she knows what is going on. She’s fairly twisted.” Nina still looked concerned but Cindy heard all she needed to, She had known Vincent for years and knew him well enough to know that this isn’t something that he would do on his
own,
this type of edge play was not him he was a rough fuck but not a sadistic bastard. It was a short coming in their relationship over the years.
Vincent finally stood and while merely minutes had passed time was still lost to
Nadrea
as she stood there daintily, balancing on her exhausted legs, soaked in sweat which had already begun to soften the stiff leather around her wrists. “I’ll hold her you two take the ear plugs out.” He said approaching her from behind wrapping his powerful arms gently around her waist taking the strain off her legs dangling below her and her arms supporting her from over head. His embrace was calming and
familiar,
her mind again began to swim with the erotic possibilities enhanced with the sensation of fear and helplessness. She would have melted into him completely if she could have. Nina removed one earplug and a few seconds later Cindy removed the other. Her struggles completely stilled by his embrace. Lowering her back to the state between suspended and grounded on the floor his voice filled the room, “And I thought you’d really like this.”
Nadrea
now feeling playful and defiant “Fucking Prick!” she yelled. “You bastard, I was so terrified!” before she could continue Vincent cut her off “Do you really think I would have let something happen to you?”
Nadrea
was now silent and motionless.
“Ladies if you could leave us alone for a few minutes.” Vincent’s voice was cordial and back to almost his day time corporate tone. Nina scrambled to the door, but Cindy just sauntered seductively, drinking in the sight of a suspended
Nadrea
and Vincent’s foreboding person hovering around her. She wondered what he felt and how she had gotten him to a place he would never go near.
As the door closed behind Cindy his tone rather plain and not playful of angry asked “You didn’t answer me.”
Nadrea
without hesitation responded.
“ I
didn’t know what was happening.”
“And” Vincent added.