Joy has to play a game

The girls all gave me time to take in my newly made-up self. I think they could have left me there for hours, and I still wouldn’t be able to wrap my head around it. I don’t know how I’d been able to adjust to being a woman before, but this was somehow so much more powerful. So much more ****. Maybe it was just the fact that I looked like I could be walking down the street in my own time. The grey scrubs and no-hairstyle shared by everybody in the Free Union made it feel far off and futuristic. But here I was… beautiful.

One of the girls whose name I’d forgotten comes up and takes my hand in hers. Looking into my eyes in the mirror she says “You came out wonderfully Joy. I think with some forethought we’ll really be able to emphasize your hair more, but Isiah likes his new girls in red. Let’s get you into the big house and we’ll get this day done with.” Her calm voice is undermined by the comforting pat on my hand, as if she’s preparing a child for an upcoming injection. “Compared to Jonas, Isiah is easy and even kind.”

I’m gently guided back into the big house. As large and full as the bedroom is, I’m surprised I can spot the new addition as quickly as I did. Its wide black metal base says it won’t tip over while its thick pipe rising from the base rises and curves and ends in a metal band that, at its angle and height, can only be a collar. Unsurprisingly the girl is taking me right to this device. With another pat to my hand, she starts talking in her calming voice again. “Now this will seem a little scary but you’re starting behind the eight ball. I guess you ran away at the auction house. That means for now, outside of our house, you’ll either always be with someone or bound in place.”

The girl moves to stand in front of me, blocking the view of the post I’m evidently going to be bound to. “This might feel bad, but it’s not. It’s just something to get through and the first step in establishing your trust. Will you let me put you in the stand? Or do I have to call one of the hands?”

Fearing any further interaction with the hands I close my eyes tight and will myself not to cry as I say softly, my first words spoken to any of the girls, “You can put me in the stand. I won’t fight.”

The girl brings me over and has me stand in front of the pipe. I can see all the accessories laid out on a nearby table but turn my eyes forward, not really wanting to see what’s going to happen. It says a lot about my state of mind that when she’s finished, I believe it isn’t that bad. Certainly not as bad as the capture drone was.

She took her time and hooked everything up, making sure not to catch any of my clothes in the straps. The first piece was cuffs for my ankles. They were attached, like a Lego piece, to the stand giving me no room to move at all. The strap just below my knees held my legs together and was tied to the stand. Another set of cuffs were attached to my thighs and then attached to the stand like my ankles. These three pieces alone made it impossible for me to move my legs in any way. The next piece wasn’t a strap or even attached to me, but instead attached to the stand and pushed my lower back forward. With my legs unable to move to accommodate the push I ended up with my tush pushed back as I bent forward.

My fear of being **** to stand bent forward like this was relieved, but in retrospect probably would have been better. My arms were next as she guided them behind me and slid them into more cuffs attached to the stand. My wrists, forearms, and upper arms were all cuffed to the stand, immobilizing my arms just like my legs. Finally, I was made to pull my shoulders and neck back to fit into the collar, which was snapped shut. Between the collar around my neck, my arms and legs immobilized, and the Machiavellian bar in the small of my back I was left standing upright, my rear and breasts pushed out, my head upright, with my arms behind me.

The girls came to stand in front of me and looked genuinely concerned. “Isiah shouldn’t be too long. He’s kept some of girls waiting for hours, but he very rarely does that to new girls or girls that around bound like this. Just know that you’re stronger than you think, Joy, and you’ll get through this fine. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

Leaning in the girl gives me a soft kiss to my cheek and gently wipes the tear away that had just escaped my eye. She wasted no time stepping out of the bedroom and closing the door, leaving me alone in the quiet room. I was again left in a position where I couldn’t count time, but I have the gut feeling that she’s right and that I wasn’t there for long before the door opens.

Isiah walked into my field of view and continued on to the bathroom without even acknowledging my presence. I can hear him run some water and wash up before he returns, taking his bolo tie off. He walks up to me, and I realize just how far down the rabbit hole I’ve gone as there isn’t anything about his stride, the look on his face, or the way he’s moving that says having a beautiful woman bound up like this in his bedroom was abnormal in any way. “Joy, how much you enjoy your life here will be entirely up to you. Do as you’re told, and you’ll be able to live a happy life. I’m not cruel to my girls and don’t enjoy seeing them in pain. Mental pain, physical pain, or even emotional pain. But that being said, pain of any type is a powerful educational tool.”

As uncomfortable as it is being bound to this stand, I’m glad for it at this moment as I’m fairly sure my whole body would be trembling like a leaf. “Now, you tried to run away. That’s a big no-no. I’m sure the girls told you that means you’ll be kept a little tighter for a while. Either one of the girls, one of the hands, or I will be always with you. That, or you’ll be bound like this. Show us that you’re not going to run, and you’ll eventually get more freedom.” Isiah’s hand pushes through the tassels and starts gently rubbing up and down my bare skin between my hip and my breast. “I’m a well-traveled man and have had the opportunity to learn about the both the Free Union’s and the Eastern Coalition’s breeding processes. While they’re vastly different from each other, and vastly different from our own method, they do share one thing in common with each other. A woman’s orgasm is expected as they believe it will help with insemination. You’ve likely never had sex without an orgasm. That’s gonna change. This isn’t about breeding you. I may, one day, decide to breed you personally or lend you out to a professional breeder, but what you’ll be experiencing most of the time is just sex. Sex is about the man’s pleasure. Your pleasure will come through service. Serve your man, make him happy, and you’ll get rewarded. And since we’re not concerned with getting all the man’s sperm into your womb, you may find it ending up in other locations. In your mouth, in your rear, or even on your skin. Again, if your man is happy with that, then you’ll be happy with it too.”

Stepping back, Isiah starts undressing. “Between you trying to escape and the fire that Jonas mentioned, we’re going to have some fun for your breaking in. Know that by the end of tonight, you’re going to find yourself tied to that big bed over there and I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you several times in ways that I choose and are meant to please me. Your preconceptions of sex need to be broken down and this is part of that. But it can be fun for both of us.”

As Isiah steps out of his boxers, leaving him fully nude, I can see that my initial impression was true. His body appeared to be more than twice the age of my currently svelte form. His graying hair manifested itself on his arms, his chest, and even his pubic hair. If I hadn’t seen Noah or Atticus, I’d have said that he was perfectly fit but compared to those Adonis’s, Isiah was merely in very good shape. His whole body said that he worked. He wasn’t ‘gym’ fit, he was ‘working’ fit. And the grey didn’t seem to make him look older. In fact, it just made him look wiser and more experienced.

My body had an age advantage and might even have a stamina advantage, but those would it’s only pluses. I doubt I could run away from him even if I could ditch these ridiculous heeled cowboy boots. I couldn’t fight him or even hold him off as he’d simply overpower me. Which all together made me even more nervous as he picked up the lasso.

“So, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna get you off the stand and give you a minute or two to get your circulation back. Then you’re gonna run. Let’s just get it out of your system now. You run from me and then I’m gonna come get you like I’d get a calf that’s separated from the herd.” Isiah steps closer with the lasso coiled up and over his shoulder and starts releasing the straps and cuffs holding me to the stand. “This is fun and educational. Just please let’s keep it in that mindset. One of the girls, I’ll let you figure out who, tried to be mean when I did this with her. She broke some of my art and tried to damage parts of my house. If you try that we’ll be well into the physical pain as an educational tool area. I have no problem spoiling you with gifts, but I also have no problem using my bull whip on you. So run, have fun, but leave the things alone that should be left alone.”

When Isiah finally has my ankles released, I step forward and rub at my wrists and legs, trying to get the blood flowing again. In far less time than I was hoping for, he casually says “Okay Joy, it’s time. Run.”

Turning, I quickly make my way to the big doors of the bedroom and exit to the hallway. My heels sound like nail-guns on the shiny floor. I feel a tightness already formed in my chest as I start making my way to the stairs, knowing he’ll hear me no matter where I go. I have no doubt that he was speaking the truth when he said he’d have me bound to the bed and that this was little more than a game to him. I have no desire to play his games, but his calmness in describing using a bullwhip tells me that he’d have no problem disciplining me for not doing as he wants. In this crazy world, playing at running away before I get trussed up and fucked is the sanest thing I can do.

When I get to the second floor I stop on the landing and quickly take off my boots. Leaning over the stair’s railing I toss the boots down to the first floor and silently cheer when I see them slide under one of the chairs there. I then turn and head deeper into the second floor. As expected, my footfalls are now comparatively silent even on the hardwood floors. It’s frightening just how quiet the house is as I try to find a place to hide. I have to weigh the value of even opening doors to see what’s inside each room as I fear he’ll hear the door’s latch of hinges. After quietly searching a few rooms, an office, a storeroom, a library, and a game room with three large pool tables, I finally reach the end of the second floor main hallway and see that it opens up onto a large deck like balcony.

Slipping outside, I see that the lock is a deadbolt style. It requires a key outside while it can be opened with the switch from the inside. As fast as I can while still being quiet, I slip back inside and rush back to the office. Thanking God that they still use paper clips I find and take a couple before rushing back outside. On my way I hear Isiah downstairs yell out “That’s usin’ yer noggin, Joy! Getting’ rid of yer boots makes this a whole lot more fun!”

Knowing he could be making his way up this floor at any moment, I kneel down and pray that my memory still serves me as I bend the paperclips into make-shift lock picking tools. I remember back years ago when my college roommate and I both bought a lockpick set and started learning how to pick different locks. We eventually got good enough that no door on campus could keep us out, but that was decades ago and it’s not a hobby I maintained after my second degree.

In the silence of the night, the paperclips sliding into the lock sound like large machines moving earth around, but I try to not let it get to me and instead keep a calm head. With some wiggling and only one broken paperclip, I eventually get the door locked. With the distraction set, I find a set of Adirondack chairs and a table to hide behind. Unless he believes I could lock the door behind me, unlocks it himself, steps outside, and actively searches the area, Isiah will not find me here.

What must be an hour later I hear someone try the door to the balcony. Thankfully they don’t unlock it and instead move on. It takes another ninety minutes or so before they return to the balcony. I hear the door open, and he steps out onto the balcony, but seems satisfied with only a cursory glance before heading back inside.

I’m able to remain hiding for another thirty minutes before the stresses of the day finally take their toll and I fall asleep. I have no idea how long I’m hidden when I’m awakened by Isiah’s voice. “Fair’s fair Joy. I don’t think any of the girls ever got me this good. But we’re not done yet. If I find you crouchin’ or lyin’ down, I ain’t gonna be happy. If yer out here, you’d better run.”

Hearing that his voice is on the far side of the balcony, I make my move. As quietly as I can, but also as quickly as I can, I get up and rush to the open door. I can barely make out the shape of Isiah searching behind the twins of the chairs and table I was hiding behind when his head whips around toward me. “Gotcha!”

The excited sound in his voice is almost as frightening as the casual calmness was when he was describing using a bull whip on me. No longer worrying about noise I get inside, slam the door shut, and flip the lock. I don’t bother waiting to see Isiah and instead turn and start running at full speed down the hallway. Between my loud running footsteps and loud breathing, I think I hear the door open and realize he wouldn’t have gone outside without the key. The thought just adds more speed to my steps.

Long before I get to the stairway and a decision of going up or down, my ankles are suddenly locked together and I’m falling toward the floor. I barely get my hands in front of me to break the fall before I’m face first on the hardwood.

I take just a moment to get a breath in, but that’s all Isiah needed. I feel my wrists gripped in his calloused hands and roughly pulled behind me. Within a few seconds they’re bound together too. I try wiggling and rolling over, but a firm knee placed on my back stops any attempt there. It doesn’t, however, stop me from panicking as I realize what he’s doing. When my ankles are pulled up and I feel them being tied to my wrists I register that I’m being hogtied. I start to thrash around, moving my wrists one way while swinging my ankles the other, but it’s in vain as Isiah soon has my ankles and wrists attached and merely has to tighten the knots to cinch me up. He adds one final piece to his knot of me by gathering up my hair into a ponytail and tying it to my wrists and ankles with more rope. Not only are my legs and arms **** up and behind me, the hair ensures that my head is held up high.

As I see Isiah’s naked feet step in front of me I hear his voice above me say “Damn fine job Joy. Sneaky, deceptive, sly, everything I want in a girl. Now let’s get you to bed and break a little of that spirit away!”