JC climbed into the limousine Kristina had insisted upon hiring for him that evening. She had become increasingly worried when he went out without her. Her ‘don’t drink and drive’ mantra was getting stale. So, he partied hard? He’d never been in a wreck or killed anyone. Still he knew she did it out of loving concern. He wasn’t so stupid and bull-headed he didn’t realize there were times he needed a designated driver. The paparazzi could be challenging – and with his struggle to get ‘The Story of Kate’ out there, he didn’t need potentially horrific, bad press dogging him. His blue-eyed baby girl was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them!
He sighed and closed his eyes, settling back in the buttery soft leather seat. He supposed he should marry Kristina. He did love her. She was hot in bed. She didn’t make ridiculous demands on him. And his family whole-heartedly approved of her. The fact she was a savvy businesswoman in her own right made her an even more viable mate. She had made it clear from the get-go she didn’t need a man in her life. Men were mere add-ons. For companionship, she had a vast circle of friends, male and female. For sex, she found the battery powered lovers were more convenient and a damn sight more reliable than the human variety. Yeah, Kristina was the total package: Brains, beauty and strength.
The strong part he enjoyed bending to his will – and she let him… Oh, yeah, she let him… A smile of smug satisfaction settled over his handsome features.
Suddenly he was jostled out of his complacent rumination when the car hit a particularly nasty bump in the street. Looking out the side window, JC saw nothing familiar. Shadowy buildings loomed over the darkened street. No streetlights? Where the fuck?…
“Hey, this isn’t the way to—“ His words stuck in his throat as the passenger door flew open and two hulking figures yanked him out of the vehicle. “Hey! What the—“
From behind some sort of whip-like thing struck him across his blue jean-clad ass. It stung like hell. He tried to struggle but his captors held him fast. Momentary terror left his mute. He was being abducted – and he knew from the headlines kidnappings didn’t usually have happy endings. He had money… He had family… He had friends…
Being roughly escorted into one of the buildings, he was taken to a dimly-lit barren room. Black leather bindings were slapped around his wrists by a tall blonde woman dressed in a ridiculous black get-up – some shiny PVC jumpsuit that fit like a second skin, black stiletto boots and a short little whip. He was being held captive by a shebitch with dominatrix fantasies – this could not be happening! Despite himself, laughter bubbled up between his lips.
“You find this amusing, slaveboy?” Shebitch demanded.
“You can’t be serious.” JC shook his head with a little smile. “I’m not in to bondage.”
“Who asked you?” She indicated his body. “Strip.”
“Like hell I will,” he retorted. He had no intention of letting this woman—
“I’ll give you one more chance. Strip,” she commanded.
At his non-compliance, she bought the whip across his chest.
“Hey!” JC complained. It hurt, dammit!
She repeated the blow.
“Ow!”
The two guards holding his arms quite literally tore his shirt from his torso. It was then he noticed they wore similar outfits to Shebitch. He was being held by Amazon women! That did it! When he got out of here, he was hitting the gym and bulking up.
As the Amazons restrained him, Shebitch yanked off his remaining clothes, then slapped leather shackles on his naked ankles. A short length of chain held them together. He renewed his struggles for release as the blonde moved behind him. His resistance was met with her little whip coming across his bare buttocks.
"Ow!/I> Dammit!—“ JC was torn between anger and fear.
His bound wrists were twisted behind him and locked together. A studded black leather collar was buckled around his neck. He didn’t know it said Bad Kitty. He only knew his stomach sank when Shebitch came around from and snapped a matching lead to it.
JC Chasez was naked save the black leather bonds he wore at his neck, wrists and ankles. Nothing good could come of this…
“The rules are simple enough for even a slaveboy like you,” Shebitch announced. “You do as you mistress commands, nothing less and nothing more. You obey without question. Don’t speak unless you are given permission to do so. Nod if you understand.”
With a mutinous glare, JC nodded. He’d be damned if this blonde dom was his master…
“I see defiance.” Shebitch smiled malevolently. “Good. I’ll enjoy beating it out of you.”
Then a black mask was placed over his eyes.
Shackled and blindfolded, a disoriented, defiant JC was lead from the room by his leash.