Submission

Okay, this is a series I have been writing for quite a while. The main character, Angela, has been kidnapped, by James, a kinda evil dom. There is a nasty twist, quite far along.
Warning: This story will get very sexual. There will be language, torture and a stong use of BDSM. Now the boring part is over, here's the prolouge =) I don't think it really worked that well, so if you don't enjoy this, please wait for the next part, which is better.
Oh, and comments are great please =)

He stood, behind the tree that dominated the entire front garden. As she sauntered towards the front door, he grinned, a terrifying, evil grin. At least he thought it was. To others, it was slightly quirky. And some people did think he was slightly quirky, at least the ones walking along the quiet road that she lived on did. All they could see was a young, handsome man, standing behind a tree, with something behind his back. A lot of them assumed that he was about to jump out on the slender girl, who was now opening the front door, and surprise her, maybe with a gift of flowers, or chocolates, after all, what else would he be doing? Kidnapping her? Of course not, that only happened on films, or on the news. Never to anyone on this street.

His grin lessened as she opened the door; it transformed, he was now concentrating hard. He had to get the timing right; he didn't want to alert her but he had to get the door open before she got inside. He waited, waited, for a few seconds, and then sprang, running from behind the tree, up the step, and, taking something from his back pocket, shoving her to the ground. She fell to the ground, on her front, already trying to roll over and get away, as were her instincts. He took the small wad of cloth that he had got from his pocket and held it over her mouth and nose until she fell limp on the carpeted floor.

When he was sure that she was unconscious, he bent down, picking her up, and took her through to the hallway, then out the back door where his car was waiting. He opened the boot and carelessly shoved her in. Now, how was he to restrain her?

Chapter One

Angela lay in the boot, her arms and legs limp and useless, her head lolling. James stood over her, staring down at his prize. She had pale skin, a beautiful contrast with her long black hair. Her features were average, although her eyes stood out, usually piercing. At this moment they had rolled into the back of her head.

She wore all black, jeans, socks, trainers, jumper, t-shirt. Her underwear was probably black as well, but James was in no mood to check. He'd have plenty of time to look later. For now, he had the more pressing problem of how to restrain her. He had a huge amount of ropes, chains, gags, the lot, but all of which were designed to cause varying amounts of pain. He didn't want to hurt her, yet, after all, she was not conscious, and it would be no fun if he couldn't watch her scream and writhe under his hand.

Sighing, he picked up a few pieces, these just designed to cause discomfort rather than actual pain. Then he began to manipulate her body; it took a few minutes, but the end result was perfect, she was unable to move, and she was pretty damn hot restrained like that.

She was in a tight hogtie, each wrist handcuffed to the opposite ankle. There was a large ball gag in her mouth, stretching it to the limit, and a black blindfold over her eyes. James wanted her to be completely terrified by the time they arrived at their destination. There was something about watching helpless girls, squirming in their bonds that turned him on.

After checking Angela's bonds once more, he slammed the boot down, climbed into the driving seat and left.