Nora:  She is an anti-masker who I confront with dire consequences
By Michael Elk



She was probably the most disliked person in Kingsville, a small town of 5000
in Ontario. Of course if you are a cat or a dog person, you might give her
some leeway, since she ran the veterinary clinic in town, and was apparently
quite competent. It was because of the Covid crisis that her ship was hitting
icebergs. She was a leader in the anti-vax/anti-mask movement and had
organized 2 rallies against the Covid lockdown, the wearing of masks, and
generally anything sponsored by government. As a result, our small town made
the news, and was considered a hotbed of the virus, even though we were in
reality a low incident region. What upset the populace was that merchants were
losing thousands as customers avoided local stores out of a misguided fear.

And yet, she was a merchant of sorts herself, being the town vet. People were
upset and no doubt some took their business elsewhere. However the fact that
she operated the only vet clinic within 20 miles, and the fact she was
considered skilled, likely saved her from bankruptcy.

How did I get involved? Well, curiosity killed the cat. Her name was Nora
Langley, and she was easily found on facebook. Initially, I took a look
because I was intrigued how anyone could have a philosophy so diametrically
opposite to mine, and apparently to 95% of others. I expected to discover a
hag with a mean look and warts, but instead found a decent looking woman, long
attractive frizzy and reddish hair, probably in her late thirties, with a
gorgeous facebook smile. Her facebook page was a hotbed of all sorts of
articles gleaned from the web to support her radical ideas.

I quickly became fascinated and took to checking her on-line presence
regularly. How could anyone so attractive have such extremist, right wing
philosophies? I was hooked. I was 19 and male, and very interested in the
opposite sex, so that would explain a lot. The more I invaded her online
space, the more of a crush I developed on her. Though she appeared quite a bit
older, I found her striking and her smile mesmerizing, and I suppose I
envisioned myself a knight, riding to her rescue and convincing her of the
error of her ways.

It wasn't hard to find out where she lived, even in the 'no phone book, cell
phone' era. Kingsville is a small town, and the recent anti-mask rallies were
all the latest news. So I went fishing for information: bringing up the
subject a couple times in stores was all it took.

I suppose I desired her attention. How else can I explain my actions? But I
fooled myself that I was showing her the folly of her philosophies. I made a
noise maker from an empty wooden spool of thread (cut notches in the wooden
flanges, a large spike through the middle, and cord wound around the spool to
pull). Then at 3 am one morning, I headed for her place, a large house set
back from the road, and just outside the town limits. I parked my car a
quarter mile away, and walked back up her lane. It's awfully quiet at that
time of night, and I was apprehensive lest she own a dog. However no sound
emanated from the building as I approached. It took me at least 10 minutes to
get up my nerve, then placed the spool against a glass window and let her rip.
The noise was so loud that it even shocked me. Then I ran. I had no idea at
the time, whether she lived alone or had a husband, and if she did have one,
he would surely be 6 ft 5 and massive. I was taking no chances.

*******

In retrospect, my mistake was being too predictable. I got away with the same
noisy attack the next night as well, and also at 3 am. Trying it the third
morning proved my nemesis. I had just used the noise maker on a window and was
turning to flee, when my world exploded. I saw nothing but bright stars, and
my muscles turned to jelly. I pitched forward onto the ground, wondering what
catastrophe had taken me so violently. Later I would realize I'd been hit with
a taser, but at the time I had other problems to worry about.

She was on my back in a flash, her fists flailing away at my head. I knew it
was a female attacking only because she was cursing vociferously with every
blow. It took a few seconds for my limbs to recover from the taser before I
could get my hands on my head for protection, and by then she had done enough
damage that my ears were ringing.

I managed to get to my knees, and felt her grab my shirt in order to stay on
my back. That was a positive improvement, as it stopped her from pounding my
head. But her right leg made its way under and across my belly where its ankle
was hooked by her left knee. Legs have our strongest muscles, and when she
clamped down aggressively with that figure four leg lock, it took my breath
away, and made it difficult to breathe. Worse, she was latched onto my body
like a leach, which freed her hands, and she again took to boxing my ears. I
had to go down on my elbows to get my hands covering my head again, and she
suddenly hurled her weight forward, flattening me to the ground. I was now
totally at the mercy of those flying fists. I just didn't have the strength to
get back up to my knees. I could half-ass protect my ears, but the back of my
hands were taking a lot of punishment and were hurting, and by then I was
pleading with her to let me go.

'Ow!!!' I screamed as she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. Then her
forearm slid under my chin and around my neck where it was joined by her other
arm. Her arms tightened viciously and I could no longer breathe. Struggling to
break her grip, I had no leverage, and my arms were still weakened by the
taser.

I could hear her hissing in my ear . ' Say goodnight, you bastard.' As I
struggled helplessly, I was acutely aware of her hot breath on my neck. My
last thought as the dark curtain descended, was that this bitch was going to
kill me.

********

But I didn't die. As consciousness gradually returned, I felt my hands being
held behind my back, then cold metal against my skin, and then heard the
handcuffs close on my wrists. She grabbed my hair with one hand and my arm
with her other to help me to my feet.

'Inside, now you fucking bastard.' She ordered, pushing me towards the door of
the house.

' No!' I cried, terrified that she was about to call the police on me. I tried
to break free, but she had a good grip on my hair and I nearly wound up
scalped.

Wham!! The taser hit me a second time, and I crumbled to the ground in agony.
When she helped me to stand the second time, I had no strength left and needed
my antagonist to keep me erect. She grabbed the handcuffs and forced my hands
high up near my shoulder blades, and marched her helpless captive inside the
house and then up a flight of stairs. It took considerable time and effort
because the taser had zapped me of any remaining energy. At the top of the
stairs, she shoved me into a bedroom and then forced me face down on a bed.

I felt her follow me onto the bed and then straddle my back. I had no strength
or will left to resist. I barely registered the sudden prick on my shoulder,
but it was quick. There was no opportunity to resist. The needle was in and
out in seconds, and I was comatose in not many more.

********

I must have been out for several hours, because light was now streaming in the
bedroom window. I was still face down on the bed, but my arms were tied to the
headboard and my feet, though out of sight, were similarly restrained. I had
at least another half hour to contemplate my folly before my antagonist
appeared, pulled up a chair beside me, and pulled back the sheet that was
covering my body. It was only then that I realized that I was naked except for
my boxers.

'Please. I'm sorry.' I pleaded. 'I only wanted to scare you. I won't ever do
it again."

'No, you won't ever do it again. I'll see to that. Fuck with me at your peril,
you retard. My name's Nora, by the way, But I imagine you know that already.
I'm practically famous, or perhaps infamous depending on your point of view.
Big brave, strong male like yourself, perhaps you might be rethinking messing
with a helpless female? eh? Who's helpless now. A bit stupid, don't you think,
attacking my house over and over the same time each night? Probably shot up
with every vaccine known to man when you were a child. That will mess with
your thinking.

' You're not going to enjoy your stay here. I'm a sadistic bitch and I'm mad
as hell. I may eventually kill you, but I'll make sure you suffer first.'

' Oh please, please.' I whispered as the depth of my predicament sunk in.
There was real terror and panic now. She had no intention of calling in the
authorities. I might be murdered. 'I've never done anything like this before.'
I sobbed, nearly hysterical with fear.

' Oh man! That really makes my day. You're scared shitless, aren't you. You're
whining like the cowardly shit you are - whining like a little girl. I may
just keep you alive for entertainment value. Did I mention that I enjoy
inflicting pain when someone crosses me?'

And a whip, or cat of nine tails, appeared in her hand, out of nowhere. She
held it where I could properly contemplate her intent, then drew it slowly
back, and struck me hard across my bare shoulders.

'Oooowwww!' I screamed. The pain was intense. 'Please. Not again.'

' Wow! That felt good.' She exclaimed and I could hear pleasure in her voice.
' I love inflicting pain, and I don't often get a chance for this kind of
fun.'

She again drew back the whip and held it there for at least 30 seconds, so
that I could have the added terror of anticipation. Then she hit me hard, a
second and then a third time, moving the point of attack gradually lower on my
back each time. By then I was crying and pleading, and that may have caused
her to stop.

'Now, dip-shit, we're going to play a little game of 20 questions so I can get
to know you better. These are the rules. You answer correctly, you're fine.
You lie, and you get more of the whip. That OK with you?'

'Yes.' I answered, relieved.

'What's your name boy?'

' Lloyd Sangster' I squeaked and held my breath.

Whap! The whip struck me again, across my legs this time. I screamed in agony.

' Stupid, stupid, stupid! You do realize,' she stated with apparent amusement
'that I have your wallet and phone; and car keys. I know more about you and
your miserable life than I ever would care to. Now again, what's your name?'

' Tyler Stevens' I admitted reluctantly. I could see her clearly with my head
turned to the side, but that gorgeous facebook smile that I'd admired was
noticeably absent; only a mean, intimidating smirk.

'Now, isn't truth a lot less painful? How old are you, Tyler?'

'19'

'Well, Tyler. You're still a stupid teenager then and that explains a lot of
your brainlessness. But you might still be young enough for training. I'm
twice your age and probably twice as smart. But believe me that I'm also twice
as mean. Who is Arleen Davis? '

' She's my social worker. I left my foster home when I turned 18, and I check
in with her once a week.'

'Yes I saw her name and job info on a card in your wallet. I suspect she's
going to miss a report or two while I work on resetting your left wing
ideologies. Who is Myrtle Czisrak? It's the only other personal number on your
phone. You don't have many friends, do you?'

' She was my last foster parent, I phone her sometimes.'

So what happened to your parents?'

'My father was gone long before I had any memory of him, and my mother died
when I was 12. No other relatives, so I've been in foster care since then.'

' So sad. Makes me want to cry. Why is your address Peterborough? That's a tad
distant.'

' I came here because Cornoe's is expanding soon and I've got a job interview
on Friday.'

'Where are you staying here in Kingsville?'

' I've got a room at the Kent motel, but I'll look for a place to rent as soon
as I'm sure of the job.'

'Yes that checks. I found a room key in your pocket. Well, Tyler, let's not
worry about that job. With your brains, you'd screw up the interview anyway.
Instead, let's review facts. You are new to the area, no friends or relatives
to report you missing. I've found your car down the road, and it is presently
resting hidden in my garage. Tonight after midnight, I will clean out your
hotel room and leave the key on the dresser with a farewell note and a nice
tip - your money of course. Anything I'm missing here? Any reason I can't
detain you here indefinitely? Any reason I can't murder you and bury your body
in the garden?

' Let me tell you a bit about myself, Tyler. I'm smart, but not a nice person.
I'm a loner. No boyfriends even. Not that I don't have opportunities. I find
men generally dumb or insipid or more likely both. The one or two who were a
little brighter soon became intimidated once they discovered my unusual tastes
and how controlling I am.

'I put myself through vet school by working as a dominatrix; and I still have
all the toys necessary to control males, and to torture them if that is their,
or my, interest. Haven't had much opportunity since I moved here, but I'll
soon be bringing that equipment out of storage just for you. My preference was
younger males, like yourself. And you'll no doubt soon appreciate my
expertise.'

Then she straddled my back, causing a stinging reminder of the whip recently
applied to my bare flesh, and surprised me by untying my hands from the
bedposts. Then she climbed off the bed and worked at releasing my feet. I
couldn't believe it. She had set me free. I wasn't about to be killed. I lay
there, still on the bed, relishing my good fortune.

'Thanks.' I said

' Oh no need to thank me.' She replied. 'You aren't going anywhere.'

Startled, I began to roll onto my back, just as I first felt and then heard
the ankle cuff close on my right leg.

'You had a chance there.' She taunted, laughing mockingly. 'I let you free for
at least 30 seconds and as expected, you were too slow or stupid to take
advantage. When you screw with me, you have to get up early. That cuff on your
ankle is attached to the iron rung on the bed by a 25 ft chain. The chain will
give you enough leeway to make it to the bathroom. You'll be able to shower
and take care of yourself. There's a tooth brush, tooth paste, hair brush,
towels and wash cloth.

' But Tyler. A warning. You're mine now because you fucked with me and lost. I
require total obedience. If you ever lie to me or refuse to follow orders- you
will get 5 lashes the first time and 10 the next. You're no doubt thinking
that I won't be able to force you directly, and you'd be correct. But remember
that I'm a vet, and a needle is easy to stick into to a sleeping dog, only
that sleeping dog would be you in this case. You do have to sleep on occasion,
right? And I have a great memory and patience. Trust me that punishment will
come, perhaps a day or two later, but it will come if you try screwing with
me. And I would enjoy the challenge, and your pain.

I also have the taser which disables a person quite effectively as you are
also aware. You will also remember that it's quite painful. My taser is a
special import from China. Most tasers are 50000 volts and a few milliamps of
current. Well the Chinese aren't too interested in your welfare and they allow
quite a bit higher current.

' Tyler you might feel you could overcome a delicate female whose a little
smaller than yourself. You might be right. But I wrestled throughout high
school and college, and I have a black belt in Aikido. It would be an
interesting contest. You don't look like an athlete to me. But even if you did
beat me up or kill me, I never carry the key to your leg shackle on me, and
you would die a long slow death of starvation. While I'm the boss, you'll at
least eat. There are two things that turn me on. I like to be in charge, and I
do enjoy inflicting pain. A wimp like you will be a good match for both my
vices. Oh, we are going to have such fun, or at least I am.'

' What are you intending to do?' I said with trepidation. The threat of murder
now seemed a little more remote.

' Why I'm going downstairs and have some breakfast. I'll be back in about an
hour. Then I intend to rape you. And I hope you will try and resist. Won't it
be justice to be fucked unwillingly by a female? Humiliating even? Tough for a
real macho man to take? Now go have a shower. There are clean boxers in the
dresser there - the only clothes you will need while you are here.'

*******

When my tormentor returned, I was sitting on the bed still chained by my
ankle. Otherwise the rest of my extremities were free to resist. I tried to
distract her. ' I'm awfully hungry. Could I have something to eat?'

'Certainly. As soon as I'm finished with you here. Now lay back on the bed
while I tie your hands.'

'And what if I don't?'

' Well I brought the taser. That should help. Here. Hold it for me.' And I
couldn't believe it when she handed it over. ' Now, go ahead and shoot me with
it. I dare you. It will disable me for a couple minutes, but then what? You're
still chained to the bed. Of course, if you do taser me, you will earn a 10
lash whipping when I regain control. And I will regain control. Well, come on
big boy, go ahead. Hit me.

Reluctantly and sheepishly I handed the taser back to her. Her logic was
impeccable.

Grinning at her triumph, and tauntingly she hissed 'You're a tad smarter than
I thought. Now lay the fuck back on that bed and do as you're told or I I'll
fry your balls with the taser first and then use the whip later.

*******

She straddled my body , her rump uncomfortably heavy on my stomach, then moved
up on my chest as she worked at securing my wrists to the headboard. Then she
climbed off the bed and stripped, quickly removing her t-shirt and jeans, then
more slowly her socks, bra and underwear. It was the first naked woman I'd
ever seen that I could remember. I should have been gawking at her breasts and
sexuality. Instead, I was surprised and focused on the aura of strength she
projected, her flat stomach and defined arm and leg muscles. She was in a lot
better shape than I was.

' A virgin, I'll bet' she laughed. ' But I'll fix that.' And she climbed back
on the bed and again straddled my body. I became frightfully aware of her sex
down there next to mine and felt myself begin to harden.

She sat erect surveying her conquest, a glutton ready to feast, a smirk of
triumph and lust on her face. Then she leaned forward, and suddenly my
universe was filled with her breasts, with those two round, firm, and milky
white orbs, their size enhanced by gravity. The half inch nipples, surrounded
by purplish and dimpled areolas, were rigid with arousal, and pointed directly
downward homing their target like sexual missiles.

'Suck on it.' she ordered bringing a nipple to my mouth. I should have
resisted, but at 19, male hormones are raging, and I took it in eagerly. The
texture was firm and rubbery like nubile tire studs. I held it firmly in a
moist vacuum, enjoying the leathery consistency and hoping to keep it
imprisoned forever. Then I began lightly feathering the tip with my tongue,
causing Nora to squirm deliciously on top of me, and resulting in a full
erection for myself.

'Aaaahhhhh' she moaned. Then breathlessly ' You might just have potential
there, Tyler. Donnnnn'ttt stop.' Then seconds later. 'Oh, yes, work on the
other one. Good job.'

By then my erect cloth-encased penis was jammed fully into her back. She
pulled free of my oral grasp, sat up, then turned her torso to reach back and
work my boxers down to my knees. Seizing my freed staff, she guided it towards
her sex, the sensation, as it penetrated, warm and moist. Slowly she rotated
her hips, working my sex gradually deeper, her female organ a snake engulfing
her hapless quarry.

Then she leaned her body forward against mine, and I could feel her rigid
nipples pressing into my chest. Her lips feathered my neck, her breath warm
and moist, her sex gripping me like the sweaty fist of a wrestler. Her body
began sliding gently back and forth against mine, her nipples tickling my skin
and her vagina abrasively working my erect member. The pleasure was sudden and
intense, and I was heading for nirvana.

'Owwww!' I yelled. ' What are you doing?' She had suddenly clamped onto my
neck with her teeth and bitten down hard, not hard enough to break the skin,
but hard enough to be painful.

' Sorry.' She purred, never missing a stroke. 'You were about to come, and I
was enjoying this too much to allow that.' And she was right. Pain overrode
pleasure and I practically had to start over from the start.

When I came, the feeling was explosive, and by then Nora had seized moving,
and was collapsed on my chest, moaning gently in my ear.

' You did well Tyler. Not bad for a virgin. I am assuming that you've never
been with a woman. Well you'll only get better if I practice you.'

*******

The next few days were different. I was allowed down stairs, though not free.
The procedure was as follows. My bedroom chain (as I soon began to call it)
allowed me to get about 6 steps down the stairs. Nora then took a 2nd chain,
attached it to the drain pipe under the sink, brought it up the stairs where
she latched it to my other ankle. With two chains holding me, she disappeared
somewhere to retrieve the key to the bedroom chain and released my one leg
from that. The second chain gave me access to most of the first floor. When it
was time to go back to my bedroom, the chain process would be reversed. She
never had a key on her unless I was attached to two separate restraints.

But my time downstairs was no vacation. I was given a list of jobs including
cleaning, vacuuming, making meals, dishwashing and others. I found myself
working steadily for 6 to 7 hours a day, while subjected to criticism or
occasionally ridicule by my captor. However she was nowhere near as mean as
before, and I gave her no reason to use the whip again.

Nora had to go to work at the clinic from Tuesday to Saturday. She did own the
clinic, but there was only one other vet employed. I'd been tasered and
captured early on a Sunday morning, and Nora had been off work that Sunday and
Monday and then phoned in sick two more days because of me. But eventually
work was necessary, so she would leave home at 8:30, return for lunch and then
back to work until 4:30. While she was at work, she insisted that I be tied to
the bed with one handcuff attached to the rungs of the headboard in addition
to the shackle on my leg. Those were the most boring hours one could imagine.
I had magazines and a small television, but her returns became the highlights
of my day. I was a puppy, eagerly awaiting its mistress, and had I been free,
I would have met her at the door with my tail wagging.

Nora and I soon settled into a routine. Whenever she was home, I was allowed
downstairs to work. When she wasn't, I was upstairs bored. Sex was the other
part of our relationship and usually required of me once each morning and once
in the evening. I was still tied and still forced, but I was far from
reluctant. The exercise was always pleasurable and I actually liked the
feeling of being bound and helpless.

********

It was two weeks into my incarceration, and I got a surprise. After the two of
us watched the 10 o'clock news and then had our usual tryst upstairs, Nora
climbed in bed with me. There was no "May I", no discussion, not even a
comment, just as though we had always slept together. I had no objection,
though I'm certain it would have made no difference had I.

From then on, we continue to behave like a (nearly) normal couple. We always
ate together, slept together, watched TV together, and played card games or
did puzzles together. Except that one of us had no choice in the arrangement
and wasn't allowed to leave the house. Nora seemed content, and was usually
decent to me, no longer calling me names like dip-shit, stupid, or idiot;
names that she'd labeled me, an unwanted intruder, the first couple days I'd
been captured. Occasionally now, I even got treated to that gorgeous Facebook
smile of hers that I'd begun to think was a figment of my imagination or a
trick of the Internet.

Days pass surprisingly quickly. I've now been in non-covid lockdown for a
month. I don't hate my situation, but the uncertainty of my future stresses
me. My situation can't go on forever. Will Nora eventually trust me and let me
go free? Or will she eventually tire of her plaything and terminate her
problem? The insecurity is killing.

Nora gives her side

From my first memories, I've liked to be the one in charge. I told Tyler that
I was a loner, and that wasn't quite true. I'm just as social as the next
person. I'm not a loner, I'm just alone. Most people don't appreciate a
know-it-all, opinionated bully, so I have few friends. And then there's the
anti-mask rallies that cost me with many in the town. I don't believe in
radical theories, but I don't enjoy stupid orders from government. Vaccines
are dangerous. Pasteurization takes all the goodness out of milk. It's all on
the internet. Then the worst, most useless of orders; to lockdown businesses
and to wear masks. Those rules do far more damage than losing a few
octogenarians to the disease. I do regret organizing the two rallies, not
because they weren't justified, but because of the detestation of the
unthinking masses who blame me for Kingsville's reputation as a Covid hotbed.
My business will survive, but traffic is down 30%.

Then Tyler stepped, somewhat reluctantly, into my realm.

At first I was all anger and vindictiveness. Whipping him was the most
satisfying exercise I could imagine. All my frustrations from the town folk
disappeared as I punished him. But the whipping cooled by fury and I suddenly
realized that I had a young, good-looking, and helpless boy who could be
totally controlled. I'd put myself through college by dominating men and often
whipping them, but this would be an opportunity to force one against his will.
I got a sexual rush just thinking of the possibility. And I could rape him,
likely without consequences, since my captive, in order to complain, would
have to admit to performing a crime, and to being beat up and imprisoned by a
female. Neither should be appealing to a macho 19 year old, though Tyler was
far from macho.

The icing on the cake was that Tyler proved to be a submissive. As I worked
with him, controlling and abusing, he showed little resentment and took orders
without question. Easily led by lockdown and mask propaganda before he met me,
he now listened as I fed him the truth a little at a time. Tyler isn't
brilliant, but he is teachable, and his thoughts malleable. He is smart enough
to recognize and learn the truth about the government's attempts to control.

What is my end game? Well, at first I merely loved abusing and controlling
him. At that point I had no real strategy, other than to enjoy the moment. I
did briefly think that my only out might eventually be murder, but I doubt I
could have done that. But Tyler proved such a sweet person, and so youthfully
na�ve, that the more I worked with him, the more evident it became that we
were a match. I'm afraid I found myself falling head over heels for him.

I can probably hold on to Tyler for a couple more months, but not forever.
Something as simple as a meter reader or a fire will eventually reveal my
sexual sins to the world. I have so many more tools that I'd like to use to
dominate this boy - blindfolds, ball gags, harnesses, whips, dildos - but it's
necessary not to do more than he can handle and ruin our relationship. I'd
dearly love to take him from the rear for example. That would be the ultimate
in domination. But these advanced ventures will have to wait 'til he is free
and has a choice whether to accept them or not.

So it is my plan, in a few weeks, to offer him a choice, his freedom to leave,
or for us to continue as we are, only without his being restrained. That will
actually give him 3 choices. First, he might simply leave me and not tell
anyone. That would result in one broken hearted vet, but she would survive and
eventually begin searching for another submissive.

Or Tyler might leave me and go to the authorities. In such a case the police
would find none of my whips, chains and sexual paraphernalia. Those would have
been taken to a locker I own in a nearby town, and it would be Tyler's word
against mine. My story would be that the two of us lived together for a couple
months, had an argument, and I tossed him out; his claim of captivity, the
fabrication of a spurned lover.

But my real hope is that he will stay willingly, and I think he will. He likes
sex, and I will introduce him to fellatio just prior to his release. He will
like that. Men think with their penises and he is anything if not male. If he
stays with me, he will always be controlled, and will learn new ways to be
dominated. But he is a born submissive; and I am his caretaker and I will be
his destiny.