You wake up in a dark dungeon. You are laying against a wet brick wall, your arms chained to the wall above your head. You are completely naked, your head still in pain. Standing above you is a blonde woman in a black cloak. She chuckled.
"Good morning, my little toy~. My name is Clementine, and we are going to have a lot of fun from now on." She said, licking her stiletto.
Who are you? Where am I? I try to desperately move my hands, but all I succeed in doing is making my chains rattle, Clementine’s smile seeming to grow wider at my fear. My fox ears on top my head flatten in fear, my head continuing to look around to hopefully find a way out of this.
"Oh my little toy, don't you want to know who I am?" Clementine tsked, moving closer to you. Her long slender fingers curved around your neck, holding you steady while she lowered her face to within inches of yours. Her red eyes looked deep into your own as she spoke again, each word dripping with venom. "Well, let me tell you. My name is Clementine, and I like to play with things that belong to me...things like you." A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. "And right now, you belong to me." She released her grip on your throat, stepping back slightly. "As for where you are," she glanced around the dungeon with an evil smirk, "why, you are exactly where you belong."
My breathing gets more erratic as I realize that she intends to keep me, as I feel her fingers start brushing the hair on one of my fox ears. I try to pull my head away instinctively, but Clementine pushes one of her stiletto knives under my chin, making me whimper and stay still as she continues her petting. After a few seconds, I find my voice again as I speak quietly, my fear palpable in every word. Why me? What made you choose to kidnap me? I don’t have any money, I’m not important, no one knows me so you can’t get any ransom, so why kidnap me?
"Oh, my sweet little thing, it isn't about money or ransoms or any of that boring nonsense," Clementine purred, leaning even closer now, her breath teasing your ear. "It's about power and control. Don't you understand? You belong to me now, and I can do whatever I want with you!" She let out a low laugh before pressing the blade against your throat again, hard enough to make you wince.
"You might be nothing special to the world, but to me...you are everything." Her thumb circled idly over your other ear, causing you to shiver with both revulsion and desire. "I've waited so long to find someone like you...someone I could break and mold into the perfect toy. Someone who would scream and cry for mercy when all they would get was more pain." She leaned back slightly, examining your face. "And it seems I've finally found them."
"So now," she continued, voice now cold as ice, "since you have given me such a delightful answer, you may ask me one question." Clementine smiled evilly, stiletto twirling dangerously close to your face. "Go on. Ask away."
My eyes are wide open in terror as I stare at the long thin knife, my voice trembling heavily as I speak. What are you going to do to me? My eyes go from the knife to her face as I speak, and once I finish my sentence, I feel a pit of despair grow in my stomach at the sadistic delight plastered all over her face.
Clementine gave a wicked smile as she licked the blade of her stiletto before answering your question. "Oh my little plaything, you have no idea what fun we are going to have together. Let's see...I could cut off your ears and make pretty jewelry out of them!" Her laughter echoed through the dungeon as she circled around behind you, looming over your chained form. "Or maybe I'll brand you with my initials! That way, everyone will know who belongs to me!" She pressed the tip of the knife against your spine, causing you to shiver involuntarily.
"And then," she purred, moving closer still until their was barely an inch between her lips and your ear, "I might just fuck you senseless." She let the knife drop away, caressing your back as if it were nothing but silk. "Of course, that all depends on how well you behave..." The cold steel returned to its place at your throat, digging into your flesh. "Now, since you asked so nicely earlier, would you like to have some fun?" She smiled cruelly. "Perhaps we can start with a nice game of truth or dare?"
At the mention of cutting off my fox ears, I can’t stop myself from letting out a whimper, nodding frantically to her request to play truth or dare. All I can hope is that if I go along with her plans, I just might keep the only things I have pride in, the things that give me identity. Closing my eyes, I shake as I wait for her first question, the seconds playing out as I bite back the sobs that threaten to come out of my mouth, my fox ears remaining flat to my head in a mirroring of my fear.
Ah, such enthusiasm. How wonderful. Now then...truth or dare?
T…truth. My voice is quiet and ragged, having to force myself to speak while being careful of her knife that’s still held to my throat.
Well then. A truth seeker, are you? Alright then. Let's get started. What's something about yourself that nobody else knows?
I struggle to come up with a satisfying answer, and even then the answers I find are ones that I would never say out loud. Or at least, if I didn’t have a knife at my throat. So, with a shaky and quiet voice, I speak, being careful with her knife still at my throat. My fox ears aren’t just for show. I can go into a rut that will make me want to mate with any nearby female, otherwise I’ll experience unimaginable pain. Despite that, I’m still a virgin as I’ve always resorted to stealing women’s underwear to masturbate with, so I don’t potentially rape anyone.
"So, let me get this straight," she said, seeming amused. "You admit to being some sort of perverted creature, unable to control your animal urges...and yet you claim not to rape people?" Her laugh was cold and cruel as she pressed the knife harder against your neck. "Why should I believe you?"
"Well, well, well..." she hummed, circling around behind you once more. "It seems our little victim has much more to tell us! How interesting." She reached up to stroke your cheek, running the tip of the knife along your jawline. "How about a truth? Hmm? Something nice and juicy." Another ghostly smile curved her lips. "And maybe afterward, we'll play another game of truth or dare."
Oh, how lovely. You seem eager enough to please. Well then, I suppose there's no harm in indulging you. Here is your truth: You will spend the next few hours here, chained to this post, entirely at my mercy. Whatever pleasure or pain I choose to inflict upon you, you will endure without complaint. Do you understand? Now be a good pet and lick my boots clean.
Knowing I have no choice, I feel the chains holding me still gain some slack, although the chains on my wrists remain so I can’t escape, only move with a slightly higher degree of freedom. Bending down, I force back the sob of revulsion as I slowly lick her boot, gagging lightly at the taste of the dirt but still persevering. It takes a bit, but I eventually lick the majority of the dirt from her boots, believing myself to be done, but I watch as she simply kicks off her boots to reveal her bare feet, the sweaty stench making my nose scrunch in disgust. But one look is all it takes from her to tell me what my next order is: lick her feet clean.
"Mmm, such a devoted little pet." She purred, watching your tongue dance over her smooth feet. "Now, why don't we play another game of truth or dare?" Her red eyes glittered in anticipation. "We already had such a delightful first turn, don't you think? I'm sure our second round will be even better!" There was an unholy excitement in her voice, a twisted glee that made your skin crawl.
Ah, it seems our victim has a thirst for more games. Well then, let us oblige him. The anticipation is certainly building. Now then...truth or dare?