Elicia - Rock star in chains

[Scotlander]

Elicia - everyone knows her name, everyone owns her CDs, everyone sings along to her stuff... as far as names go, she couldn't be bigger.
And with fame, comes fans... some more intense than others.

Enter Damian.
He loves her, he adores her, he worships her.. he wants to own her.
And for the best part of a year he has been preparing to own her. His house, in an isolated country village, contains a basement which was the object of his labours to make the place inhabitable.
Sparse, cold - a steel cage is fitted against the southern wall, with various other items of pleasure and pain located in the room.

Inside the cage, chained to the wall by her neck, lies the body of Elicia. She is in a drugged sleep and doesn't remember anything that happened after receiving the massive blow to the back of her head outside her home..


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Anyone want to play Elicia...
A jealous girlfriend for Damian could become interesting later in the story..
Any other characters that might be useful please feel free to join in..!

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Will post Elicia soon, hun.

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elicia

It had been a relief to get to the end of the tour.
At last, she was safely back in her own house.

The fans seemed to be getting wilder out there, she’d noticed.
There was a high price to fame sometimes. Being on the road wasn’t all glamour!
She’d been endlessly pursued on more than one occasion.
She normally shunned bodyguards, but over the past weeks she had been grateful for their presence!

But in her house, she was safe. The bodyguards were dismissed and she could settle down alone at last! Her security system was second to none. Elicia didn’t have a care in the world. Pleased to be back in her own bed, Elicia slept and slept, then pottered around taking a luxurious bath and then sitting surrounded with letters, papers… a blissfully lazy day with no schedule to keep to.

It had been early evening by the time she’d emerged …
Fresh air was needed and it would do no harm just to …
That was as much as she knew!

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Elicia moaned softly.
Still unaware of her surroundings, she was deeply unconscious.
She had been totally unaware of being fastened into the cage.
The chain at her neck was her main means of support.
Her head remained upright, but hung slightly as she tried to fight from returning to consciousness.

Her long fair hair was tussled, her eyelids shut out the horror about her.
She had insisted that she be left alone for the weekend.
It would be Monday at least, before they found she was missing.
She was in deep trouble.

 

[Scotlander]

Damian

Getting something for nothing just never happened in Damian's world. It was a concept he understood all too well.
Things that seemed to happen naturally to others around him just never worked for him. He was always thereabouts when is friends were there , or far when others were near .
It was the way of the world, he supposed.

So, staring at the still form of his idol, his dream, his obsession, lying in the exact spot he envisaged when he began working on the room so many months ago, he allowed himself a moment of indulgence - a chance to say "I did it" to the nameless and faceless others who always got there before him.

It had all gone exactly as he had planned. The snatch was smooth and uncomplicated, almost dream-like. And now there she lay, unaware of her new surroundings and not yet acquainted with her new lifeblood.
She was a precious creature, alright. He knew her health routines, the patterns she kept, the work-out schedules she followed, her weight, height, everything. He worried about the slight graze on the back of her head, continually wondering if the violent blow was actually avoidable, thinking to himself it was the one part of the plan that would deny his true motives.

In his dream scenario, which he had run through his head a thousand times previously, she would submit to his captivity, slowly gaining his trust that she would remain a faithful captive, and allowing him to elevate her to as equal a position a master-slave relationship would allow. He hoped that one day she might grow to like him, even love him, and captivity would no longer be the issue.
But the initial stage, the stage he had brought into motion the previous night, would be the tricky stage. This was the stage that would require the forced captivity, obedience, training and, of course, the deterents.
He wasn't overly keen at the thought of violating her soft, silky skin with any of the instruments he had acquired, but saw it as a neccessary step to attain complete obedience and devotion.
She would be given the chance to willingly submit to him, it would be up to her to take or reject it.

His stomach jolted when he saw her still body twitch on the cold stone floor, as her head rose and she got her first glimpses of her new surroundings.
The moment he had been anticipating for months had arrived - just what would be her reaction to her sudden captivity...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elicia

Elicia struggled to open her eyes.
For some reason her lids felt unnaturally heavy and it seemed an effort.
All sensation seemed to have gone from her body, her limbs.
She groaned softly.
Her head felt woolly, she felt as if she were spinning.

As if from far off she had a memory of being lifted … movement … a car?
But she couldn’t hold it and the image flitted off into the dark recesses of her mind.

Elicia tipped her head back, her neck straightened, but she did not find any softness to ease herself into. Instead she felt a sharp pain and winced. She had not realised that she had cried out, but the feeble sound, a mere whimper seemed to echo strangely.
Something felt very wrong.

Elicia fought to open her eyes.
Slowly her eyelids lifted then squinted as she tried to focus in the dim room.
At first her eyes searched the shadows, concern on her features.
Where was she? Had she fallen down drunk somewhere?
No.. that couldn’t be… she didn’t…. was she in a house… was…
Her eyes flew open.
She had been home, in her own house and then…

Suddenly she became aware of a point of focus closer to her.
In the gloom it hadn’t been obvious, but now she wondered just how she’d managed to miss them.
Bars!
All round her.
Wide, thick, steel bars.
Elicia tried to move, fear running as a chill down her spine.

”God.. no…”

She croaked and tried to move her body forwards, to try to reach out to the bars.
It was then that she discovered that her neck was chained to the wall.
Her head throbbed, the bars danced tormentingly before her eyes and she was tethered like an animal.
In her panic, she tried to pull at her bonds and discovering how securely restrained she was, tears of terror fell unheeded down her cheeks.

Where the hell was she and who had done this to her?

 

[Scotlander]

Damian

The rattling of the chain securely fastened to the collar around Elicia's neck, and the soft panting, the sound of struggling, turned him on as equally much as it scared him.
The initial contact was the moment he had been dreading, the one entirely unpredictable part of his oft-rehearsed plan. He would tell her of his plans for her, explain the reasons why she should submit to captivity, offer her the choices, and in his dreams she would accept readily and willingly.

But here she was, now gradually becoming aware of her situation, and suddenly the plan didn't seem quite so simple.
Of course, he figured, she was in no real position to resist. She wouldn't be going anywhere with the bonds around her neck and the bars around her body, but he wanted her to submit willingly, not forcibly.

"Hello Elicia," he called, trying to hide any trace of nerves that would betray him. He watched as her eyes darted around the dim room, trying to fix on the source of the voice. He moved towards her and watched as she recoiled when catching sight of him.
He had resisted the temptation to strip her, instead choosing to keep her in her jeans and blouse, but even now he could see she was shivering slightly from the cold. Or was it fear?
Either way, apart from the chains and her place in the cage, she would be given the chance to retain her dignity and to offer herself to him willingly. He hoped she would choose to let him see her naked, rather than having to take it from her. But take it he would, eventually, and he had many ways to make her want him to.
He waited, letting her awaken to her surroundings, to acknowledge her captor, to think about where she was and wonder what was going to happen...