I recently watched American Horror Story and at the beginning of Season 3, there was a short bondage scene that occurred in a school of witches. I decided to write a little story about this scene with a few changes. It is not very long, but I hope that people will enjoy it.
The first thing that Zoe heard was a voice. It seemed to be saying the same thing again and again. "Wake up...wake up...wake up. Wake up!" A hand roughly shook Zoe's right shoulder hard. However, Zoe was extremely tired and the voice that kept talking to her was nagging, annoying and insistent. She decided to ignore it. She had been having a beautiful dream and the voice was definitely distracting her from it. Zoe kept her eyes closed, allowing the bliss of sleep to wash over her in waves. Suddenly, a hard slap landed across her right cheek. Ouch! That hurt! The shock shook her and Zoe slowly opened her eyes. She felt quite dizzy but had no idea why. For some reason, everything was blurry. She blinked again and things slowly began to swim into focus. A hand shook her shoulder hard a few more times which finally drew Zoe's attention. It took a few moments and a few more blinks, but her vision gradually cleared. A woman was sitting in front of her.
Correction. An extremely attractive woman was sitting in a white, wooden chair directly across from her. Zoe thought the woman looked familiar but couldn't quite remember where she might have seen her before. Groggily, Zoe looked down at herself. Her memory seemed to be clearing. She knew that much. The outfit she was wearing also looked familiar to her. She distinctly remembered dressing in her white blouse, gray miniskirt, black high heels and black matching stockings. Apparently, from what she could see, she was still wearing the same outfit. Too much time must not have passed, then. Her long and pale hair fell down across her face. Shaking her head, she tried to move her hand to brush it out of her eyes. It was just then that she realised that she couldn't. The question was...why?
Zoe raised her head again and met the stare of the woman who was still seated. The woman spoke, "I didn't know what to expect when I found you. You are quite beautiful. But I assume that many people tell you that." Zoe finally focused on the woman in full. The woman had pouty lips coated with pink lipstick and blonde hair that was almost the same colour as hers, but it was a little darker and only fell to shoulder length. She was definitely sexy and attractive. However, there were wrinkles on the woman's skin that betrayed her age and there was a hard look in her eyes that made Zoe feel distinctly uncomfortable. She closed her eyes, feeling grogginess wrap over her again. She wondered what had happened. Another slap to her face made her eyes jerk open in shock. "I assume that the drugs haven't worn off just yet. Don't worry. I will save my questioning until a little later when you're alert." Zoe tried to jerk away again and something held her back. With shock, she glanced down and realised that several ropes ran across the chest of her crisp white blouse. What's going on?!
Zoe tried to wriggle her hands and that was when she realised. My hands - they're tied behind my back and so are my feet! Help!
Looking down at herself, Zoe finally realised that several loops of rope crisscrossed her chest above and below her breasts which secured her to the back of the chair that she was sitting on. Her ankles had been bound together and tied to the right front leg of the chair. Her knees and thighs had also been tied together with an additional few circles of rope going across her lap that bound her to the seat of the chair. Her arms had been placed behind her. They went in between the vertical slats of the chair back where her wrists had been crossed and tied together with more rope. She tugged at her wrists and realised that her elbows had also been tied together behind the slats of the chair, so that they touched. Furthermore, there was a rope tied to her wrists that led down behind her and was tied to one of the four rungs that connected the four chair legs. Zoe could tell from the tightness of the rope that there would be no escaping this bondage. The woman leaned back and Zoe noticed that she was dressed in a formfitting black suit - a jacket and a mini skirt. Lacy stockings with a delicate pattern covered her long, slender legs and her black high heels tapped impatiently on the floor. Suddenly, a soft voice called out, "Fiona, we're having orientation now. I'd like you to be there, too."
The woman said, "That's Cordelia - the headmistress - calling us for breakfast. Well, that might be just the break you need before you start talking." Zoe tried to reply and that was when she realised that something was tightly packed into her mouth while something else was holding her lips closed. The woman smiled, "That's duct tape. Strong and effective." She paused and looked at Zoe. "If I take the tape off, do you promise not to scream?" Zoe slowly nodded her head. "All right, then." The woman reached over and ripped off the duct tape in one go. Zoe screamed into her gag before the woman removed the mass of cloth that had been in her mouth - a pair of black stockings. "Now, I expect you to give me the information that I want." Zoe coughed. Her throat felt dry and parched. Something cool was pushed against her lips. It was a glass. Zoe gratefully gulped down several sips of water. When she tried to take more, the glass was removed. "You can't have too much. You're going to be tied to that chair for a fair while yet." "Who are you?" The woman sighed, "Fiona Goode. I'm the Supreme. We actually met last night, but I'm guessing you don't remember that part. Long story short, I picked you up at the train station, then drugged you and bought you up here to my room."
Zoe suddenly remembered. Sitting in the back of a cab. She was a student at Miss Robichaux's Academy - a school for witches. She had been accepted into this school and travelled there by train. When she had arrived at the station, she had gotten into the back of a cab with this woman who had told her that she was there to pick her up. Then a gloved hand had clapped a sickeningly sweet smelling cloth over her mouth and nose and she'd lost consciousness. "You're at the Academy now. But nobody knows you're here - except for me." Zoe took a deep breath before she let out a piercing scream. A sharp slap landed across her cheek. "Be quiet! Shut up and don't make a sound!" Before she knew it, the wad of stockings was stuffed back into her mouth. Fiona clamped her hand tightly over Zoe's mouth before using her other hand to reach into her jacket pocket. Pulling out a roll of duct tape, she bit off a piece and plastered it over Zoe's mouth to hold the stockings in before adding several more pieces of tape to secure the gag. After she had finished taping Zoe's mouth shut, Fiona smoothed the tape down, took a deep breath and said, "Well, no matter, I'll deal with you soon - after breakfast."
Fiona turned and walked to the door. However, at the door, she paused and turned around and said, "And after breakfast, the conversation we have - you had better make it worth my while." She opened the door and left. Zoe struggled and squirmed against her ropes to no avail.
The gag had won.
The end.