Black widow__

Black Widow's heavily made-up eyes fluttered open. She could hear the dull noise of traffic outside and looked up at the ceiling to see that it was lit up by light coming from the outside. She realized that it was the morning already, and moaned as she felt a throbbing in her head. She twisted her body to the right, and pushed herself up to a seated position, and found that her legs were still wide open before her. She felt sluggish and befuddled and cursed herself for getting drunk.

"I must say, you are a most attractive woman, even when you are asleep." said a man's voice.

With a start, Black Widow focused her eyes on a figure seated on one of the chairs next to the dining table. It took her a moment to realize that she had seen the man before. It was the man the model had brought into her apartment, the one she had brushed past in the corridor. What was he doing here? How did he get into her apartment?

Black Widow tried to stand up, but when she tried to rise, she found that her legs were unsteady, and she had to sit down again. The man got off his chair and walked up to her. In place of his charming smile, he now had a predatory stare in his eyes. He walked up to where she was and raised his arm. Before she could raise her arms to defend herself, he slapped her hard across her right cheek, knocking her to her side on top of the mattress.

Black Widow realized that there was something wrong. Things seemed to slow down around her. Or rather, she would see something, but her mind seemed to take a bit longer to understand it. She saw the man making his move, but she was too slow to understand what he was doing.

"React! Damn it!" Black Widow cursed, urging her body to respond. Sluggishly, it began to move, and she began to prop herself up with her hands, raising her body as she fought to sit up. The man watched as the woman struggled, then raised his arm again, and slapped her, this time across the left cheek. Again, she was too slow. Her mind seemed to refuse to comprehend the danger as the man struck. She could not even raise her arms in time as the blow landed, knocking her onto her left. Stunned, she did not resist as the man grabbed her hair and pulled her off the bed onto a standing position, her arms flopping weakly by her sides, and her stocking-clad legs turned inwards unsteadily.

Upright and in her high-heels, Black Widow was almost the height of the man. But when she tried to lift her arms to fend the man off, she found that her movements were slow and sluggish. With a derisive laugh, the man easily twisted her arms behind her, crossing her wrists behind her back. He held her crossed wrists with one hand while he turned her around and pulled her close. Her firm buttocks bumped against his crotch as she staggered back. He reached up with his other hand and groped her right breast.

"No…" the Black Widow began, before the man yanked back her hair, forcing her to look up, which cut her protest short. Still holding her wrists crossed behind her back, he grabbed her right arm and marched her over to the dining table, where he pushed her against its edge and then slammed her body down onto the top, stunning her. Still holding her, he reached behind him and took out a pair of thick zip-ties made of glossy black plastic from

the back pocket of his pants. He placed one around her crossed wrists, and inserted the tongue into the box, ratcheting the plastic strip closed around her joints, imprisoning them together. When the strip was snug against her skin, he took the second strip, and tied it around her wrists as well, but across the first zip-tie, effectively hitching her wrists together.

"In case you have not figured it out yet, you've been drugged." The man said, grinning. In her position bent over the table, her legs spread open behind her, she looked enticingly vulnerable, and he ran his right hand over her buttocks. Black Widow struggled against the man, but he held her firmly.

"It's a psychotropic drug that slows down your motor skills." the man said. He released her bound wrists, and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, which forced her to lift her body off the tabletop, allowing him access to her breasts, still clad in her satin bra. He grabbed her right breast and kneaded it roughly, causing her to moan in protest.

"I put it into your vodka." the man said, as he felt Black Widow wriggle under him, her buttocks rubbing against his crotch. Unaccountably, she found that she was beginning to feel horny at this contact.

"And, I took the liberty of adding an aphrodisiac drug as well." the man, smiling down at his struggling captive.

"How… how did you get in?" Black Widow managed.

"A twenty-dollar scanner easily read your RFID chip. All I had to do was replicate it, which cost me another twenty." the man said, as he craned his neck down and kissed her savagely on her neck.

Black Widow suddenly threw back her head and knock the back of her skull against his forehead. Grunting, he staggers back, releasing his hold of her. Groggily, the woman raises herself off the table. She lifted her right leg and stomped down onto the man's foot, trying to impale the stiletto of the heel into his shoe. The man cursed when the heel landed on his foot but did not quite penetrate. As he jerked his foot back, the spy turned around and shove up her right knee into his crotch. The man winced and crumbled back.

Black Widow staggered away. It was only with supreme effort that she managed the few strikes. She knew that she could not possibly go toe-to-toe against the man in her drugged state, and with her wrists bound behind her back. She stumbled towards the door of her apartment, seeking to escape before the man could recover. She slammed against the wooden door and tried to use her elbow to push down the door lever. It seem to take forever to turn down, and then she had to pull the heavy door back. She tried to use the crook of her arm to do this, but just as the door swung back, she felt a hand grab her by her hair again, and felt it slam her head into the door. Stunned, she sunk onto the ground, closing the door with her weight. "I must admit, you're a dangerous one," the man breathed above her, looking down at Black Widow slumped against the door. He bent down and grabbed her by her ankles, and pulled her back into the middle of the apartment, stretching her body out as he did so. He then flipped her onto her right side and placed her knees together. He took the belt of her costume that

she had dropped on the night before and coiled it around her thighs, just above her knees, and snapped the buckle shut, pinning her knees together.

"Bastard… I'll kill you!" Black Widow threatened when she recovered sufficiently. That only earned her another slap across her cheek, which dropped her back onto the floor.

"You will learn to only speak when allowed to." the man said fiercely. He stood up and walked into the bathroom, picking up her discarded sports bra and panties from the floor. He walked back to Black Widow and grabbed her red hair, forcing her up to a seated position, with her bound legs tucked to her left side.

"Before that, you will have to be suitably gagged." the man said. He released Black Widow's hair and dangled her panties from his left wrist by its crotch as he balled up her sports bra in his right hand, leaving a corner of one of the cups as a receptacle for the rest of the garment. Once he had fed all the fabric into the pocket, the bra had been converted into a compact cotton ball, more than two inches in diameter. He turned back to Black Widow and grabbed her hair again with his left hand, yanking her head back and down to force her to open her mouth. Then he forced the ball made from her bra into her mouth, stuffing the orifice fully. Then taking the panties, he stretched it open with his right hand, aligning its two leg holes together to form the panties into a single band. He slipped the band over Black Widow's head and pulled it down to where her mouth was. He rotated it around until the crotch of the panties was over her mouth before he released her red hair and took the other end of the panties with his left hand, pulling the crotch piece into her mouth, between her teeth, thus pressing the cotton ball deeper into her mouth. Stretching the rest of the panties back, he made a knot with it behind her head, tying it in place between her jaws, its elastic material trapping the balled-up bra in her mouth, effectively silencing her.

"How do you like to be gagged with your dirty bra and panties?" the man asked, looking down at the bound heroine.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" was all Black Widow could say as she tugged at the zip-ties binding her. She could only fix him with a look of hatred, the tangy taste of her filthy panties and bra thick on her tongue.

He slapped her again to stun her, then grabbed her hair and hauled her onto her feet. Her high heels tapped on the floor as she was forced to march to the door. With her knees bound together, she could not take wide steps, but could only scamper with her lower legs in a series of short steps to keep pace with the man. The man turned her around before he opened the door, and peered out. Satisfied that there were no witnesses outside, he opened the door wide and pulled the bound woman after him. She struggled against his hold for a moment as they stepped out into the corridor, trying to break free. He turned her around to face him and slapped her again, subduing her for a moment as he put her left arm into a joint lock, and forced her to bend forward. Then he led her down the corridor to the door of the first apartment, bent over, staring at her heavy breasts hanging from her chest.

The man took a key from his pocket and opened the door to the apartment. He marched Black Widow in alongside himself and closed the door, locking it.

He released her arm and grabbed her hair, forcing her upright again. Holding her by her hair, he forced her to look around. She saw that the apartment had two rooms. There was a sitting area, with an expensive sofa,

with soft black leather and chrome base laid next to a large white shaggy carpet, with a glossy black TV console along the wall opposite the sofa. A white round plastic dining table sat at one of the corners of the room, with two chairs arranged beside it, beyond which was a small dry kitchen with white furniture and black-tiled floor and walls. To the right of the kitchen area was the bedroom, with the door closed.

The man controlled Black Widow using his grip on her long red hair and guided her to the door. She saw that a bolt lock had been installed on the door, locked by a heavy padlock. The man took another key from his pocket and opened the padlock, leaving it hanging from the eyebolt of the lock once he had slid the bolt back. He flung the door open and pushed the captive into the room.

The room was dimly lit. Curtains had been drawn across the windows, preventing any light from entering or anyone from peering in. The lights were also off, and the only illumination was from the open door that they were entering through. A four-poster bed of shiny chrome dominated the room. However, it had been pushed against a corner of the room to free up space on the left half of the room. Similarly, a vanity top had been pushed into the corner to the right of the door, crammed into the space between the footboard of the bed and the wall. Another large carpet laid on the floor, a Persian one with intricate designs on it.

A radiator, the pipes of which were painted white, was bolted to the wall to the left of the door. Black Widow's eyes came to rest on a figure slumped against the wall next to it. It was the model. Her wrists were bound together next to her head with a pair of handcuffs, and the latter was in turn secured to the radiator with a second pair of handcuffs. She was seated on the floor, with her legs pressed together and bent to the right. A pair of leg irons secured her ankles together, with the short-chain between the manacles threaded through a pipe on the radiator as well, securing her legs to the radiator.

The model was wearing a pink satin set of bra and panties, with black lace trims. With a start, Black Widow realized that it was probably the same underwear that the model was wearing when she saw her in the corridor.

Even the pantyhose which clad her long legs looked the same. She realized that she must have been a prisoner ever since that day. Several strips of duct tape had been applied to her mouth, silencing her. From the way her jaws hung, Black Widow guessed that her mouth had been stuffed as well.

"I only wanted to check out this apartment, to see if there's away into yours." the man explained as he led Black Widow past the woman, who looked as Black Widow was marched past, and their eyes locked for a moment before she was violently turned around and pushed into a wooden chair. "But she's such a delicious little creature, so I kept her around to keep me entertained while you were away."

The chair Black Widow had been pushed into did not have any armrests, but had a long curved back with struts fitted to its hollow back. The seat was not cushioned, and four wooden legs were fitted to it, with reinforcing struts crisscrossing the space between the legs. The man took out a zip-tie from his back pocket and pulled Black Widow's right ankle against the leg of the chair nearest to that joint, and used the zip-tie to secure them together. He then took another zip-tie and tied her ankle to the left front leg of the chair. When he was done, he unbuckled the costume belt binding

her ankles, allowing her to spread her legs. When she kept her thighs demurely shut against each other, he took out a zip-tie and pulled her right thigh to the corner of the seat. He used the zip-tie to secure her lower leg to the right front leg of the chair, at a point just below her knee. Then he bound her left leg in the same way, to the left front leg of the chair, keeping the captive's legs spread open before her, exposing her satin-covered crotch. The man now went behind her and pulled her right arm back against the back of the chair. With yet another zip-tie, he secured her elbow to the outermost strut on the right. He did the same with her left arm, binding it to the back of the chair.

The man stood back and admired his handiwork. Black Widow sat helplessly bound in her sexy black lingerie, her mouth gagged with her bra and panties. She glared at him, but there was no denying that she was a captive. She could only sit there and quietly await the next move the man makes. With her arms bound behind her, she was forced to thrust out her chest, with her breasts proffered alluringly in the cups of her black satin bra. He reached a hand toward one of them and she twisted her body away from him as much as she could.

The man smiled at this, then said, "Don't worry. I won't expose you just yet. I'll make you do it yourself, offering up your bra and panties willingly."

Black Widow shook her head and fixed him with a deadly stare, indicating that she would never do such a thing. The man merely smiled, and slap her again across her left cheek. Her head jerked and rolled back for a moment, her soft red hair tumbling down from her head before she recovered from the blow and righted her head, fixing the man once more with a stare of hatred.

The man ignored her and went to the blonde model. She whimpered into her gag as he bent down and unlocked the leg irons binding her ankles. He grabbed her long blonde hair and forced her to stand up. She was still wearing her high heels, and she would have been a few inches taller than the man once she was on her feet, but she was bent to one side with her wrists still chained to the radiator. Looking at her, Black Widow saw that the cups of her bra had been sliced open, revealing the small breasts of the model, with their pink areole and nipples. To her horror, she saw that there were red welts across the mounds, and realized that a whip had been applied to them.

Black Widow could also see that the crotch of the blonde's pantyhose had been ripped open, exposing her entire crotch. Her panties, while still cladding her loins, had been pulled up by another's hands, as they hang unadjusted in an awkward twisted position. As the man unlocked the handcuff linking her to the radiator, she turned such that Black Widow could see her little buttocks. She saw that the leg-holes of the panties had been pulled up and over those muscles, exposing them, and revealing red welts across her bum, indicating punishment there as well.

The man picked up something from the floor and encircled it around the model's neck. Black Widow saw that it was a leather collar, of the type that one would put on a large dog. It was black with chrome studs around it. It fitted snuggly around her long throat once it had been buckled in place. He then knelt and pulled the leg iron free from the radiator, and locked one of the manacles around the collar, allowing the chain to

dangle down between her exposed breasts to her stomach. Then he used the other manacle and secured it around the chain of her handcuffs, thus linking her wrists to her neck.

"I am hungry. Go and fix me up something." the man said cruelly, giving the model a heavy smack on her bottom. She bucked and moaned into her gag, before stumbling forward, her legs disobedient from their prolonged confinement. As she walked past, the man pulled out something from one of his coat pockets. Holding it up, Black Widow could see that it was a small remote control, like those car key fobs, with small buttons on it. He pressed on one, and instantly, a buzzing sound came from between the blonde's legs. She threw back her head in shock and shook it as she quivered.

"MMMMMMMMMM!" the blonde complained but marched forward out of the room. "A little stimulation in her cunt to keep her entertained." the man gave the bound Black Widow an unsolicited explanation.

"Don't worry, I won't be neglecting you." the man said, going to the vanity top. He took a large plastic object from it and showed it to Black Widow.

She recognized it as a massage wand, with a large vibrating rubber head at one end. She knew that it was used by some as a sex simulator as well. He picked up a roll of duct tape and came up to the seated captive. He nestled the rubber head of the wand deep against the crotch of Black Widow, with its shank aligned between her legs. Then he tore two long strips off the roll of duct tape, and applied them over the shank and down onto the top of the seat of the chair, securing the wand in place. Then, he pressed a button on the wand, and the rubber head sprung to life, vibrating strongly. Black Widow threw back her head and moan. She felt the large head send pulses into her loins as if it was trying to worm its way into the space between her crotch and the chair. Before long, she felt a horniness begin to build up inside of her, despite her fierce determination against being aroused. It was a losing battle, however, with her legs bound in their open position, leaving her crotch defenseless.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Black Widow moaned as she felt the ecstasy build more and more within her. She knew that she would not be able to resist it for much longer, and soon she would have to cum. Then, just as she thought she would reach orgasm, the man pressed the button again, bringing the monster to a stop, leaving his captive perspiring in her bonds, panting from the over-stimulation. She felt a certain sense of relief that the man had stopped the wand, but on the other hand, there was a sense of frustration that she had not been allowed to cum, and that the sexual tension built up inside her had not found a release. It was all very frustrating. The man smiled down at Black Widow's confused look as he turned and left the room, leaving his captive to sort through her feelings.