Anger Management

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Gabrielle entered her apartment and locked the door behind her. She dropped her bag and coat onto the sofa and headed toward her bedroom to change. It had been a long week at work, and Friday didn't come soon enough. She was looking forward to just relaxing this weekend to get her mind off of things.

As she entered her bedroom, she was suddenly grabbed from behind, and a cloth clamped over her mouth and nose. The sickeningly sweet odor of some chemical began filling her nose. She tried to fight her way free, but her assailant's grip was too strong.

Whoever had grabbed her whispered in her ear, "Hi, honey, I'm back."

She recognized that voice! It was her ex-boyfriend Nate -- the bastard who had cheated on her so often, she felt nothing but white-hot rage for him. Her adrenaline surged with her anger, but it was no match for the chemicals, and Gabrielle slowly drifted into unconsciousness.


As Gabrielle started awake, she could still taste the faint chemical scent in her mouth. Feeling a slight chill, she looked down and there was Nate, perched down by her legs putting the finishing touches on a knot.

He'd been busy while she was out. Gabrielle had been stripped nude, sat in a chair, and bound securely. Her hands were tied behind the back of the chair, and rope tied from her hands through the chair back around her waist. More rope circled above and below her breasts, pinning her upright in the chair. Each of her legs was tied to a front leg of the chair, and others around the front corner of the seat and over each knee.

"What the fuck?!" exclaimed Gabrielle, scowling at Nate.

"You're finally awake," stated Nate. "I was wondering how long you'd be out."

Gabrielle's anger surged again. "Cut the bullshit, asshole! What kind of sick game are you playing, and how did you get in here?"

"Oh, when you gave me your key, I made a copy in case I lost the original. When you demanded it back, I kept the copy." Nate had moved from Gabrielle's legs up to the dresser where he was cutting off several eight-inch strips of medical tape and lightly sticking them to the edge of the dresser.

"So, what..." seethed Gabrielle, "I dump your lying, cheating ass, and you decide to break in here just because you're in the mood for something kinky? Surely one of your other skanks is into this shit?"

Nate put the tape roll down, picked up a rag that also was on the dresser, and began wadding it into a ball. "You know what, Gabby? 'Gabby' may be short for 'Gabrielle', but it also means someone who can't shut her damn mouth."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean.... MMMGGGRRRBBB!"

Nate shoved the rag in Gabrielle's open mouth and pushed it in completely, and then cupped her head, forcing her jaw to clamp down on the rag. He reached over and began grabbing the strips of tape, sealing Gabrielle's mouth closed.

"Much better," he said as Gabrielle cursed incoherently through the gag.

Furious, Gabrielle thrashed in the chair, but the ropes held her in place.

Nate walked around the bed to her nightstand. "While I was waiting for you to get home, I was looking around." He opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a vibrating wand. "I found this little thing. Is this what you've been amusing yourself with since our break-up? Because you never complained about any muscle soreness the time we were together."

Aghast, Gabrielle wanted to tell Nate how lousy he was in the bedroom, and for a guy who got around as much as he did, he usually finished before she was even halfway done. All that came out, however, were a series of indecipherable grunts.

Nate took the wand and plugged it into an outlet near the chair. He turned the switch on low and watched the head vibrate for a few seconds. Then he knelt down in front of Gabrielle.

He wouldn't dare... thought Gabrielle.

Nate started rubbing the head over Gabrielle's breasts, lingering atop the nipples occasionally, smiling as they slowly perked to attention. "Yeah, I think this is your new boyfriend," he taunted.

If she weren't bound and gagged, Gabrielle would have leapt up and tore Nate to pieces. This was just a physical reaction! She wasn't getting excited!

Nate slowly snaked the wand down her abdomen and paused just above her labia. Seeing Gabrielle jerk as the vibrations pulsed into her vagina, he moved it on top of her clitoral hood and applied some pressure.

Gabrielle tried to squirm away, but she couldn't move much in the chair, and Nate just adjusted the wand's position each time she shifted.

"Looks like someone's started to get wet," observed Nate as Gabrielle's body reacted to the stimulation.

Gabrielle stared daggers at Nate, and she groaned intended insults at him, but Nate just looked amused.

"Are you such a bitch, you can't even let yourself enjoy this?" asked Nate.

No, you fuckhead! thought Gabrielle. This is assault! She tried fighting the sensations, but her body wouldn't listen to her mind. Every muscle in her body tensed, the ropes biting into her flesh. Finally, the orgasm came rushing to the surface, sending a series of spasms throughout her entire body and eliciting a prolonged grunt.

Nate pulled the wand back and watched as Gabrielle jerked in the chair and sucked air through her nose. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" he said. "Let's try a different setting and see how that works."

Gabrielle violently shook her head, but Nate wasn't interested in her opinion. He moved the switch to medium and reapplied the wand to the same spot.

The higher speed and the sensitivity caused by her previous orgasm brought another in nearly half the time. Her groans, bordering on sobs, filled the room as she convulsed in forced pleasure.

"All this is making me hungry," said Nate, switching off the vibrator. "I think I'll leave the two of you alone while I grab a bite to eat."

Gabrielle shook her head, but her wants were again ignored as Nate pulled at the rope binding her waist and pushed the wand inside until its head was above Gabrielle's groin. He fished another rope out of his pockets and tied a not around the head in the center of the rope, and then took each end underneath Gabrielle's thighs and pulled it tight so it was flush against her protruding clitoris, tying them off to the sides of the chair back.

"I think the 'Random' setting should keep you interested while I'm gone," he said, turning the device back on.

Gabrielle squealed, her rage now turned to desperation as the wand switched between high and low speeds, giving her another orgasm before Nate even left the room.

Moments after she heard her apartment door shut, she was sobbing as yet another orgasm ripped itself free from her body.


Nate returned after nearly two hours and found Gabrielle where he'd left her. The fight had been completely sucked out of her, and she just spasmed rhythmically as it was her body's only capable reaction to another in a series of unending orgasms.

Nate switched off the wand, and peeled the tape off Gabrielle's mouth. Even after he removed the rag, she said nothing. Nate untied her and carried her over to the bed, where she lay not moving.

He then put on a pair of rubber medical gloves and began wiping down everything he had touched while he was there. When he was done, he packed all his things up, and turned to Gabrielle.

"I'm done here," he said. "You won't see or hear from me again. I just needed to teach your ass a lesson. If you hadn't been such a bitchy cunt while we were dating, I probably wouldn't have even cheated on you, but here we are."

"Oh, and don't bother calling the cops when you get your senses back," he continued. "There's no evidence I was even here, and you weren't raped, so the best case you've got is your word against mine. See ya, Gabby."

Nate left, leaving Gabrielle lying on her bed in the verge of crying, but lacking the strength to even shed a tear.

The End

 


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