Their Journey to Bondage

By Dan Bruce

The road to her dream life of bondage is a stormy one for eighteen year old Chloe. She is seduced by a family friend - an encounter turns sour when her trust is abused, then into a nightmare when the pair are discovered by a violent father.
Fate brings Kenny to the rescue - a hunk of a man that Chloe will fall for - their mutual attraction is intense. But having witnessed the carnage inflicted on Chloe, Kenny assumes that he himself is dangerous for the girl, as he likes to flavour his sex with a good sprinkling of violence, torture and bondage.
Kenny takes flight to Amsterdam where he tries to escape his attachment with a weekend of full on S&M sex – afternoon fun in a bondage brothel, and a night in his room at the Black Tulip Hotel which is furnished exotically with a full range of equipment. Kenny teams up with another hunky dominant male to test it all out on a sexy Dutch submissive.
But fate leads him back to Chloe and they continue their journey to bondage.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Jun 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370980598

Dan Bruce

Dan Bruce is a British author who specialises in M/F BDSM erotica

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Their Journey to Bondage

(Dark BDSM Erotica)

By Dan Bruce

Copyright Dan Bruce, 2009

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Please also note: this ebook is a modified version of Jack Brighton’s ‘A Road to Bondage’ – with the author’s kind permission.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

The Dan Bruce Collection

Tales from The Dark Side Extract – Welcome to The Dark Side

Her Nemesis Series Extract – Her Nemesis Master

Abuse of Power Series Extract –Taken by the Karinovs

Other Books Extract –Mastering Her Mania

About the Author

Chapter 1

Chloe Morrison had just turned eighteen and was on her summer holidays before starting at university, unsure if she would actually take her place and carry on with her education. She had been stupid enough to elect for Economics on the assumption that this would lead to a well paid job, but the idea of working in an office surrounded by bitchy women, and boring men who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, had little appeal, so Chloe feared she would be wasting her time in studying for something that would drive her mad if it became central to her life.

Her real passion was Art, and she had a degree of talent, but it was a talent Chloe had kept to herself over the years and not allowed to be trained in any fashion; so following that path was out of the question. She’d had enough of studying anyway, and enough of her family; getting a job that might interest her, well away from Glasgow seemed like a better alternative to another year of books and another year of dysfunctional family life.

She also wanted desperately to meet a man, a real man, not some spotty youth, and have sex for the first time in her life; and felt that some distance would be best between her and her violent drunkard of a father who had threatened to kill anyone who touched his little girl before her wedding day. He was a nasty piece of work, having served time in Barlinnie Prison for stabbing a man in a pub; and Chloe wouldn’t put it past him to hold good to that threat. Her father thought that he was the only man who should be allowed to touch her, which he had frequently done when she was younger, beating her with his belt if there was a love bite on her neck, or for no reason at all on a Saturday night when he came home from the pub pissed as a fart. The months of her dad’s incarceration in Barlinnie were the happiest of her first eighteen years.

Yes, Chloe definitely needed to escape Glasgow and her psychopath of a domineering father; but where was her knight in shining armour to rescue her from her hateful life?

She was enjoying the benefits of an unusually quiet Saturday afternoon, taking a break from her sketching to watch Australian Rules Football on the television. Chloe enjoyed watching sport, and she especially enjoyed watching this particular game – the men looked absolutely amazing! Everyone last of them was a big beefy hunk; and they were mean looking fuckers as well – Chloe liked her men to be a bit on the rough side and these footballers were right up her street. The game itself was fun to watch; very physical with lots of barging going on and the occasional fight which added to the spectacle – more like rugby than football in Chloe’s opinion, which was fine, because she loved watching rugby as well – some of those big buggers were a real turn on – mean as mean can be! But Aussie Rules Football was definitely the best. It was the best because of the gear the men wore: tight fitting tops without any sleeves to show off their pecs and muscular arms. Who cares that nobody other than Australians knew what the game was about.

She was wearing a fairly short skirt and a blouse with no bra underneath, daring to dress in such a sluttish manner because her father was away for the day. And as Chloe watched the Aussie hunks on the screen, blissfully alone, she dared to touch herself and dream. She slipped a hand inside her blouse so she could play with her bullet hard nipple which crowned her gloriously full teenage breast; imagining it was a strong Aussie hand that was doing the fondling of her flesh.

God, she thought the footballers looked fabulous, Chloe was feeling really turned on. She pinched her hard nipple, pulling it out and stretching it till it ached whilst ogling at the hunks on the screen; her sharp fingernails nipping into the tender flesh till it almost bled. Driven onwards by a rising lust, Chloe slid her other hand under her skirt and pulled it up to her thighs, her legs parting in welcome as her hand slid under the band of her panties and ran over her silky bush of fair hair. She tugged at a few strands, the pain adding to her excitement, something she could never really understand. Then to cause her even more delicious hurt, her fingers grabbed a cunt lip and she squeezed the swollen flesh.

Now Chloe was feeling incredibly aroused – pain for some odd reason did that to her. And as she inflicted this self-torture, she looked at the hunks in their really short shorts imagining them naked in the changing room after the match, standing over her own naked body on the floor. In her mind it was Aussie fingers that she felt pinching her labia and pulling the lips apart to reveal her glistening pink sex then taking turns at fucking her one after the other; or even two, still better three, at a time – one up her cunt and the other up her ass whilst the third rammed his cock into her mouth.

God, how she needed a man – she needed to get fucked instead frigging her pussy, always her own hand doing the work. She needed some big stud to rescue her, and claim her for his own, then share her around with his hunky mates in a gang bang of riotous sex. Those Aussie footballers would certainly do – Australia having the added benefit of being half the world away from Glasgow and her bastard of a psychopathic dad.

Feeling incredibly aroused by the idea of getting fucked by a whole team of Aussie Rules footballers, Chloe abandoned her nipple and used her left hand to push a couple of fingers up her ass, stretching her ring to a limit, wondering how it would feel to have a cock up there instead – deliciously painful was her conclusion. At the same time she used four of her right hand fingers to frig her cunt whilst her thumb rubbed hard on her clit. She frigged at both holes thinking of Aussie cocks ramming into her instead of fingers; and Chloe smacked her lips as she imagined another cock, Aussie spunk firing out of it to fill up her mouth with its mysterious taste and texture.

It was all too much. As she imagined her orifices ravaged by Australian meat, Chloe exploded into an orgasm of delicious self infliction. Her cunt muscles spasmed and contracted; and her whole body trembled. She screamed out loud, surprising herself with the noise; then muffled the rest of her whorish groans by biting on the knuckles of her left hand, the smell of her ass still lingering. As she reached the peak of her orgasm, she started to slap her clit, an action which always drove her totally wild. Chloe’s orgasm continued unabated, the slapping hand on her clit triggering another crashing wave, as her pussy desperately sought the Australian cocks that she was so desperate to have in her, but sadly weren’t there. They were there on the television but they were thousands of miles away, bulging out the front of fabulous short shorts and oblivious to Chloe Morrison who lay gasping on the couch.

She lay purring on the couch for several minutes as her climax slowly abated; her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, reluctant to bring an end to her pleasure. She rubbed again at her clit – so sensitive after the orgasm – it was agony, but deliciously so. She was imagining an Antipodean tongue, drifting her away with the joys of cunnilingus when suddenly Chloe was brought back to reality as she heard the doorbell to their Gorbels tenement flat ring. Without thinking clearly, panicked by fear of discovery, she hastily rearranged herself then went to answer it, looking more dishevelled than a young woman really ought, flushed with embarrassment and recent sex.

She opened the door – there was a man standing there. It was her dad’s drinking buddy, Josh Fuller, with a bottle of whisky in his hand, gazing at her with a predatory eye.

Josh looked her up and down. He’d never having seen Chloe dressed like this – the skirt so short showing off her lovely long legs with their her beautiful milky thighs; and her nipples were prodding though the fabric of her blouse which was swollen by her full and perky young tits – it was obvious that the dirty bitch wasn’t wearing bra. And as for the flush on her face; Josh had seen that plenty of times before – it usually came with a good fucking or some tonguing of the clit; or self gratification if you happened to be alone which Josh passionately hoped was now the case.

Josh furtively looked around feeling very excited; then seeking confirmation he asked, All on your own, Chloe? Where’s your folks?

Without a formal invite, Josh wandered into the flat, went to the kitchen to collect a couple of glasses then he parked himself down on the couch in front of the television, placing the whisky bottle and glasses on the coffee table before him.

Mum had a win at the bingo last night, so she’s gone to Ayr beach for the day with Dad and Jean, replied Chloe, joining Josh in the lounge and sitting at the opposite end of the couch to him. She was feeling very flustered. It was stupid to have answered the door in the state she was in. But the mistake was made and there was little she could do to rectify it.

Anyway, it wasn’t so bad. Chloe quite liked Josh Fuller as long as he wasn’t too pissed. He had worked with Chloe’s dad at some point in the past, and for some odd reason they had remained as friends. A fair bit younger, Josh was in his twenties and a really good looking bloke in Chloe’s opinion. He had ginger hair, which Chloe’s dad was forever taking the piss out of - apparently only Celtic supporters, Tims, or Glasgow Catholics to give them their proper name, had ginger hair – but as Josh supported Rangers that made him okay. The hair was cut short in a military style fashion, which made him look pretty mean and very sexy. And better than that, he worked out at the gym, which gave him a cracking body. There were worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than watching Aussie Rules Football on the telly whilst sneaking glances at Josh, then having a good play with her pussy later on that night thinking about Josh kitted up in one of those strips before he tore it all off and fucked Chloe senseless.

So your Pa’s off for the day as well? asked the drinking buddy, bringing Chloe back down to earth.

Aye, said he fancied some fresh air. I would imagine, though, that what he really fancied were a few different pubs to get leathered in.

Fair enough. He’ll not be wanting any of this then, replied Josh, indicating to the whisky. Do you fancy a dram?

No thanks. It’s a bit early in the day.

Oh come on, Chloe - one dram will do no harm. Anyway, it’s rude to let a guest drink on his own.

Josh poured out a couple of generous measures and thrust one into Chloe’s hand, refusing to take no for an answer.

Cautiously Chloe took a sip. She rarely drank and the whisky went straight to her head – it made her feel warm, and it relaxed her a bit – it made her feel randy again!

She took another sip, and then another – feeling hornier by the minute; and less and less inhibited as the whisky took effect.

They sat in silence for a few minutes pretending to watch the television and both sipping at the whisky: Chloe shifted her gaze awkwardly between the fabulous sight of Australian hunks knocking each other about, and the even more interesting sight of Josh’s crotch which with each sip of whisky became more of a focus. As usual, Josh was wearing a pair of Levi 501 jeans which showed the bulge of his cock and balls off to a treat.

You like it then, Chloe? asked Josh, leaning back in the couch and spreading his legs wide apart, offering up an even better view of his fabulous packet.

Chloe turned scarlet and spluttered out her response. What do you mean by that, Josh?

The game, whatever it is: you like the game then?

Aye, I do, she managed to reply, still reeling from the shock. It’s Australian Rules Football – have you never seen it?

Chloe noticed Josh grin at her as she blurted out this reply, causing the teenager to blush even more. She was sure he had spotted her gazing at his crotch. Thankfully he didn’t say anything if he did notice; instead he smiled at Chloe and gave her a wink.

Josh stood up, his bulging crotch only a few feet away in front of Chloe’s face. The poor girl almost feinted, unable to breathe at the glory of what she was staring at.

I need a piss, Josh announced.

Then he wandered off.

Chloe couldn’t help but watch him as he walked down the corridor to the toilet. Josh had a beautiful bum held tight within the denim jeans, easily the rival of anything currently on the television screen, and a good broad back on him, muscles clearly highlighted by the stretched white cotton T-shirt he wore.

Showing a total lack of class, Josh didn’t bother to close the toilet door behind him and a moment later the sound of his stream could be clearly heard. Chloe closed her eyes and imagined she was there in the toilet, looking up at Josh’s semi-hard cock as he pissed all over her face. Chloe found the idea of being pissed on strangely arousing – it was one of many depravities she was desperate to try out, but feared that in Glasgow she would never get the chance – certainly not whilst her father still drew breath. Chloe luxuriated in the fantasy for a few moments, feeling the heat of the piss as it splashed over her brow, her closed eyes and her cheeks, and relishing the taste on her lapping tongue as some piss splattered into her gaping mouth – God, how wonderful she thought that would be – if only she could find some horny looking man with a dirty mind to try it out – her knight in shining armour who wasn’t afraid to let it tarnish.

Chloe was lost in this water sports fantasy when she heard the stream of Josh’s urine come to an end. Suddenly panicked, Chloe tried to force the image away quickly for fear of betraying herself further; her panties were drenched her pussy was oozing so much, and her nipples were so hard they ached. Pulling herself together as best she could, Chloe turned her attention back to the television, which didn’t help at all. Australian hunks were everywhere and for a moment Chloe’s mind went back to the locker room and her dream of getting gang banged by a whole pack of those men.

God, she was feeling so horny! Chloe needed a man so bad!

There was a flush followed by water running in the sink then Josh reappeared. Chloe watched him again as he walked towards her, her eyes flicking from Josh’s ruggedly handsome face, to his bulging crotch, where much to Chloe’s amazement, a couple of fly buttons had been left undone.

Chloe’s pussy gushed like a river!

Her pulse was racing and her heart was in her mouth.

What the fuck was going on?

Josh sat back down on the couch, this time much closer to Chloe and looked her in the eye.

So, have you got a boyfriend, Chloe?

No, not at the moment, Chloe stammered, wondering where this might be leading. Perhaps Josh was testing her out to expose her as a slut to her father!

I’m single as well at the moment, Josh calmly stated. And I’ll tell you what; it’s leaving me randy as fuck. Josh laughed as he said this and rubbed his crotch to emphasise the point. Chloe stared open mouthed: that bulge was getting bigger, the bastard was definitely semi-hard.

"No doubt I’ll