Nightmare in Captivity

You might be wondering what "Nightmare in Captivity" is.... I have decided to try my hand at DinD fiction... There are a lot of great writers that post stories, featuring Bondage, but I've always wanted to try it myself. Here is the first Chapter of a work in progress.

"Nightmare in Captivity".



Chapter 1: Fear of Waking Up.

The humming grew more intense as it became eerily familiar, resonating through the room. A pulse echoed through Bianca’s head. She felt as if she had taken a severe blow. As she slowly opened her right eye, Bianca could see nothing but a blurry faint ray of light grazing across her face that continued onto the floor. It was the light of the full moon peaking in from the night sky. She glared into the beams coming from a window across the room. Bianca could barely make out the details that the pale light revealed. She was dressed in the same clothing she wore the night before; a black fitted V-neck “T” shirt, tight jeans, cork wedge high heel shoes.
The blur started to come into focus as both of her deep brown eyes gazed around the room in horror. Bianca realized she was lying on a damp, concrete floor of what looked like a basement. The room was long and rectangular in shape with brick exposed concrete walls all around her. There were two windows on the far side of the room. In the far opposite corner sat several washers and dryers. Bianca was lying next to what looked like an old furnace that had many ducts leading up through the ceiling. Bianca’s eyes followed the winding rusted old pipes upward. They led her to gaze to an old wooden staircase leading up to a closed door.

Bianca could feel the throbbing in her head grow stronger. Her mouth was dry with a lingering bitter taste. Her eyes were watery and her eye lids felt heavy. As Bianca lifted her head off of the chilled floor, she came to a startling conclusion. She couldn’t move her arms as they were pinned behind her back. She tried once more to move them, but it was of no use. She then tilted her head forward to catch a glimpse of her knees and ankles tightly bound with rope. The dry, bitter taste in her mouth was course fabric that had been placed in her mouth, keeping her gagged. The thick cloth had a knot tied in its center that was deep between Bianca’s teeth. It was knotted hard to the back of her head and under her long brunette hair, pinching her cheeks, and forcing her mouth open as it pulled the corners of her mouth painfully against her molars. She coughed, choking on the gag, and then became very aware of the reality of her situation.
She strained to sit upright letting out an awkward grunt into her gag. Bianca pulled at the ropes that held her hands and arms captive behind her back. Her hands were bound very tightly crossed at the wrists. The coils of rope cut deep into her tender olive/bronze skin leaving no room for comfort. She could feel the pulse in her wrists due to the lack of circulation in her hands rendering them purple as it left a tingling sensation in her finger tips.

Bianca grew into a panic and tried letting out a muffled cry. She began choking again from the saliva that had drained from the soaked knotted cloth inside her mouth. “This can’t be happening.”, “How!“ “Why!”, Bianca thought to herself. She screamed intently through the gag, trying several times to expel the cloth with her tongue, this was no use at all. The course fabric had simply no give. Bianca then tried to reach her bound hands from behind her in an attempt to reach for the knotted fabric and pull in from her mouth, only to discover her bound wrists were anchored to the small of her back with several coils of rope tied around her waist, tightly knotted under her breasts. It was futile.


She was a trussed up prisoner in a strange place and it was frighteningly real. The gag was starting to cause an agonizing pain in her jaw. All she could do was chew the cloth. Breathing frantically she didn’t give up fighting against it. Bianca twisted her head back and forth opening her mouth wider trying anyway she could to dislodge the cloth. Her tongue worked away as she tried desperately to push the gag out, trying occasionally to annunciate the word “HELP!” Rubbing the side of her face against the ropes that kept her knees tied proved just as useless. She became light headed for her efforts due to the restriction of blood to her head from the knotted cloth.


Seconds felt like minutes and Bianca tried again and again to work the knots that kept her captive. She was a fighter, but only ended up hurting herself as she‘d let out an occasional whimper or grunt of discomfort, trying to pull free of the ropes. Bianca wore herself out, her arms grew heavy and weaker. She couldn’t believe how tight the ropes were tied. She thrashed around and got to her knees. Again and again she tried to balance herself enough to get to her feet. Bianca was growing frustrated. After several minutes, she realized all of her work was for nothing. She kicked her bound legs with a fit of anger. Whoever did this to her made every effort to make sure she’d stay this way.

Bianca then took a moment to think, as she laid her head back down onto the cold concrete floor breathing heavily from fatigue. She started to think back as to what got her in this situation. She began to fear the worst as her mind raced. Was it ransom? Her father was worth a lot of money. Was she about to be the victim of some crazed psycho? Would she make it out alive being the worst of her fears? Tears started streaming down Bianca’s face and nose. The emotions we‘re more than she could handle. She was quivering and sobbing into her gag.

The moon light shifted along the basement floor, as the faint glow of twilight soon ignited the room. Bianca dove in and out of consciousness putting together flashes of visions from the night before. But she couldn’t remember much. She could hear the birds outside starting to sing as this was a sure sign morning was upon her. She also heard the distant roar of car engines starting as people drove off into the distance. Bianca sat up right with an aching groan. Her neck and arms sore from hours of lying in the same position for god knows how long. Her arms were weak and numb. She noticed spots of dirt on her shirt and jeans from the dirty floor. But that was the least of her worries. With what ever strength she had left, Bianca let out a series of screams for “Help!” Again, all she could conjure were a collection of muffled cries. She rolled onto her stomach and gave a few more efforts at twisting her wrists to find comfort.

Morning light slowly filled the room, and Bianca could see the day was cloudy and wet. Rain drops pelted the windows of her make shift prison. The occasional flash of lightning penetrated the windows and the sound of thunder grew louder. She rolled over and inched her way to the furnace, pushing herself along the floor with her bound legs and feet. On her back, Bianca lifted her bound legs and began thrusting kicks against the furnace. The noise echoed throughout the room and up into the ceiling. Kicking and screaming into her gag, she tried desperately to alert whoever could hear her. Again only wearing herself out and finally realizing once again her futile efforts. No one would ever hear her over the approaching storm.

Frustration set in, but Bianca was determined. She scooted to position her back against the furnace, and used it as leverage to try and hoist herself up onto her feet. This was agonizing for her as well. The pain from her bound ankles knees shot surges through her legs. Success! She managed to get to her feet and proceeded to hop toward the staircase at the opposite end of the room. Bianca was careful not to lose her balance and with every hop she gave out a dissatisfied grunt. The sound of her wedge heel shoes snapping against the floor resonated through the concrete walls with every hop she took. She was just a few feet away from the staircase. Suddenly, Bianca slipped on a loose object that sent her crashing down onto her left shoulder, bumping her head onto the concrete floor. She let out a very painful grunt, and cried out in pain.

Bianca then opened her eyes and notice there were several nails on the floor. The darkness in the room before hadn’t reviled her discovery the until now. She thought for a while as she came to her senses, and then grabbed one of the nails with her bound hands. Bianca sat upright and attempted to feel for the sharpest edge and positioned her numb fingers to guide the nail. After several attempts to cut through the rope, Bianca felt failure set in once again. The tip of the nail wasn’t sharp enough. She desperately tried nail after nail, and in her desperate search would sometimes unknowingly grab the same nail once or twice.



But all was not lost, as Bianca noticed in her attempt to free herself that there were also several broken shards of glass closer to the staircase. She rolled herself over to the glass on the floor. Then carefully grabbed a piece of glass. She then began to cut away at the ropes. “This has to work”. Bianca thought. She’d seen this in the movies several times, but this wasn’t make believe. After what seemed like an hour, tears of joy sailed down her face as she was able to cut one coil after another. Several coils tightly bound her wrists so it was no easy task to cut to freedom with glass. Bianca felt a burning in her wrists and shoulders as she rapidly sawed away at the ropes.


Relief came at last as Bianca was able to loosen her left wrist from the tightly wound coils that held her. As she pulled free, Bianca dropped to the ground. She was exhausted. She took a moment to catch her breath and then untied the rest of the ropes still coiled around her right hand and waist. As she pulled her right hand free, she let out a huge sigh of relief. The hard part was over. Bianca rubbed her burning, swollen wrists for a moment to circulate her hands once again. The ropes we’re bound so tightly, that they left deep rope marks indented on her smooth, fragile skin. With both hands Bianca reached around to the back of her head to untie the knotted cloth that kept her mouth in agony. This proved difficult as the knots we’re too tight. It wasn’t easy but Bianca pulled the gag from her mouth, and had no choice but to let it hang from her neck. She took in a deep breath. Before she could get her knees and ankles untied, she heard two sets of foot prints walking toward the door at the top of the staircase. Bianca could hear a man and a woman speaking but couldn‘t make out what they we‘re saying. Not knowing what to do she stayed quiet. She could see shadows through the bottom crack of the doorway. The sound of keys dangling came from the other side of the door. With little time Bianca frantically raced as she scooted herself to the other side of the room where she woke up. Putting the gag back in her mouth, she then slid her hands through whatever ropes that were still coiled to pretend she was still bound and unconscious. Just as Bianca laid her head back into position, the doorway opened.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

Chapter 2 coming soon