Chained Up Novels & Stories

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to pump but he grabbed my hand and held it above my head, continuing to pleasure me with the other hand. “Inside…. now” I managed to whimper and he didn’t need me to ask twice. He removed his fingers and swiftly plunged himself deep inside me. He continued to massage my bud as he thrust in and out with perfect rhythm. Our bodies and souls forming their complete connection. Just as we both bordered on our climax an audible crack echoed through the chamber, signifying that our tether was complete. All the fibres of our souls had interwoven and combined, rendering us soul-bound for life.

"The prodigal son indeed. I should thank Liz here for convincing you to pay a visit." Benjamin turned around welcoming Cole to their hide out. "Mom and dad gladly joined the reunion too." Contrary to how he described it Liz, Margarette and Midas were all tied in various posts. Each with a different kind of torture method. Liz was chained at the center post on top of a plank with a large fiberglass saltwater tank and a swimming bull shark below it. One press of the button and she becomes its lunch. Yes, he is twisted like that.

Alpha Cain glared at me, a silent warning for me to speed up, but I kept my pace slow and steady, still hoping that at the very least, one of the other packs would say something to delay or pause the ceremony. Yet, even they had turned their backs on me. My chains rattled louder as I reached the three steps leading up to the platform and found that while I managed to stumble and limp my way down the aisle, the stairs would not be possible in my broken and weakened state. I was lucky to be able to walk, let alone remain conscious. The only thing driving me forward was how stubborn I was not to let them see just how weak I was. “Get up,” Alpha Cain growled, grabbing the chain around my wrists

I smiled at the memory, my best friend was back. "Now, what do we have here?" The Guardian pointed to a latch on the floor, covered by the grass. It was a camouflage and it was impressive. I watched dumbfounded, as The Guardian pried open the latch. It was a passageway, with steps leading down. He quickly entered, while we followed in quick succession. When we got to the last step, The Guardian looked upwards, as the door closed with force, sealing us in the darkness. Or so I thought..

My uncle's cold voice suddenly filled my ears, shattering the deafening silence, “You killed your friend just like you killed your parents. There are rules to—” I rose up quickly and tried to move, but I realized I couldn't. My eyes trailed lower and I figured I had been chained. My heart sank further as I choked out a sob, “I'm going to kill you, Zorah!” I growled, struggling against the chains bound to my feet. I must have been consumed with so much pain, I didn't notice I had been chained earlier. Zorah opened up the gate and took slow strides towards me, folding his arms behind him,

he murmured in a low voice which only I heard. “I love you too, baby.” I smile cutely. Now looking at my happy, warm family, who would say I was a kidnapped bride of my mafia husband, who chained me with his possessive love? ✍ ****END***** ✍

The cellar reeked of old iron, sweat, and something far more primal—fear. Sera stood still, her boots scraping softly against the damp concrete as her eyes locked with the man chained to the chair. The overhead bulb swung slightly, casting shadows that danced over his face—pale, bloodied, and defiant. Dante Thorne. Valerio's cousin. Once trusted. Now exposed. "You really thought you could outmaneuver him?" Sera's voice was low but piercing.

she whined. “I am not arguing on this. Jump.” “How. High?” she replied snarkily but realised she wasn’t going to win. She crouched and leapt, catching his hand easily. She got a good grip with both hands before he began pulling her up one handed. The sound of rocks moving and crumbling reached both their ears. “It’s too weak,” she stated through gritted teeth.

The heavy links dug into her raw, bloodied skin, a constant reminder of her imprisonment. She gritted her teeth and tugged at the chains again, feeling the metal bite deeper into her bruised wrists. The magic held fast, mocking her efforts with every attempt to free herself. Her arms trembled, her body growing more exhausted with each futile pull. She let out a frustrated breath, her chest tight with the growing realization that time was slipping through her fingers. The weight of Thana's dark energy pressed down on her, suffocating, as if the walls of her prison were alive and squeezing the last bit of hope from her.

The chain lengthened through the wizard’s spatial magic, it seemed infinite. Frustrated to find that she had been snagged by the weapon a second time. Chiri cursed as her slow movements were unable to avoid it again. Her opponent, not waiting for her to strike first this time, threw the chain towards her. Its links looping around Chiri’s ankle she attempted to shake them off, when another ensnared her wrist. Wrenching the limb above her head painfully, she writhed against their pull. Her struggle in vain, another length of the chains was entangled around the opposite wrist.