In a large room, on a gothic styled bed with a brocade bedspread, a man was stirring himself awake. His name was Nikki Sixx, and he was more than an average man. He was a fallen angel, sent to earth as punishment. Oh, and he was part of the world famous band, Mötley Crüe. He couldn't take the pain and suffering that came with his punishment, so he tried to end it all, despite the fact that every time he overdosed on heroin, he was brought back to life in some sort of painful fashion, mostly by adrenaline shot. Now having shot up again the night prior, he was expecting a world of pain coming out of his drug-induced stupor. Only, when he moved this time, no pain was shooting through his body. Wake up... He heard an ethereal voice in his head. He groaned, trying to move only to realize his wrists were held to the headboard by soft coils of rope. Panicking, he tried to move the rest of his body, only to find it was tied in a similar manner... carefully and gently, as if whoever kidnapped him was wanting to take good care of him. The angel heard footsteps drawing closer... a woman's footsteps, to be precise. That's when the froze. The 6-foot tall angel, who was even taller in the boots he wore, was normally able to woo and take on any woman he wanted, which was why he was exiled out of heaven. But this lady he heard, she was either one of those new bodybuilding types, or not human at all. Nikki... Wake up... That voice called again, only it was closer. Was he coming off that heroin high? Or was he hallucinating? Or... dead? But if he were dead, he would not be able to feel anything at all. Shit! I got to get out of here! He started to buck around in his restraints wildly, trying to find anything that could be loosened, a badly tied knot, a misplaced rope, anything! And yet, he felt something... or someone watching him. Calm, cool, collected, and yet... warm at the same time. He didn't like this feeling of being restrained, especially on a stranger's bed! So, he decided to try and yell for help. He took in a big breath and... "Hmmmmmph! Mmmmmlph!" Don't shout too much... I wouldn't want to you to ruin that pretty little voice of yours. That voice again! Why hasn't it commented, let alone discouraged him, every time he thought of escaping?
Trying to gain a sense of control, Nikki focused his breathing through his nose, though still panicked by what was going on. He ran his tongue over what was stopping his speech, it was soft and smooth, it felt like a ball. He raised his head, feeling two straps buckling it in place. He then tried to move his lips around it, only to have had them pressed to the ball by a soft bandage. "Mmmh..." Though calmer, now, Nikki really felt uneasy. He couldn't see, couldn't move, couldn't talk... and yet this voice was screwing around with his head. "Nikki... I'm going to remove your bindings, but I don't want you making any sudden movements... understood?" He nodded his head as he heard the voice again, but it was less ethereal, more tangible, as he felt the cool breath of whoever whispered that in his ear. Thin, dexterous fingers started undoing his restraints, again with care and gentleness. The angel continued to steady his breathing, trying to remain as calm as possible, yet he shivered half in fear and half in desire, thanks to the icy cold touch of this person's hands. Whatever it is you want with me, I want nothing to do with it! "So you can go back to shooting up heroin again? I don't think so." He then felt the fingers undoing the restraints on his ankles. By the time he was released from his bindings, he felt those cold hands taking his wrists, running over a small, strange scar that wasn't there before on his right wrist. "Kneel." The voice commanded, gently, but firmly. Nikki obeyed whoever this strange person was, partially in fear of consequences and partially with curiosity. The hands then took his wrists and bound them together, leaving two long strands behind. He then felt those strands being pulled upwards and over his head. As soon as his hands were fastened over, he flexed them to see if he could still feel them. The angel felt a cold hand tousling his already fluffy hair, held up by spray. He shivered again, whimpering in his gag as the hands then moved down to his lower thighs, making him realize he was naked save for a pair of silk boxers. "Now, listen here and listen good... I'm going to remove your blindfold, alright? I think it's time you get to know me, and know why I have you here. Am I perfectly clear?" Nikki shivered and nodded as the hands started to undo the blindfold, slowly removing it so he could adjust to the light.
Soon he saw in the bedroom vanity mirror exactly who was holding him captive, the manager of the hotel he was staying at! He had been good friends with her for the longest time, and when she offered him and his band to stay for that night, how could he refuse? But this was a completely different side of her... one she never showed to anyone, until now. "Don't worry, it's just you and me here." Nikki then watched her eyes as they shifted from an icy blue to a soft lavender-rose color. "Oh yes, and I could hear everything you were thinking, but that's okay... perfectly reasonable given the situation. But let's shift this focus to now... right now, I want you to see how beautiful you are." Nikki then observed himself in the mirror... his tattoos, his arms bound over his head, his soft, green eyes staring back... and now, his wings spreading out. He blinked, having not seen his wings like that in a long time. Then he gazed at his captor's reflection, basking in her beauty. Her hands covered in motorcycle gloves, her long legs graced by fishnet stockings and Victorian style boots. Her torso, tattooed like his, only where he was shirtless, she was wearing a corset. "Now, Sixx... allow me to ask... why do you shoot yourself up with heroin like that? Is it because the pain of this world is so deeply embedded into you that you could not see any other way to cure it? And when you come off of the drug, you body needs more of it because that pain was greater than ever before. Am I correct so far?" Well... that's one way to put it. Nikki thought as he watched one of her hands wrap around his waist and another hand wrap around his arm up to his forehead. "Now, I'm going to tell you something... are you ready to listen?" The angel nodded his head. "You will never... ever... shoot up again. Do you understand me? Have I made that perfectly clear? You're over that now." Nikki made a soft sound in his throat and gulped as tears started coming to his eyes. He never felt this much love since... ever, really. "You'll be alright, I promise. In return, I will give you pleasure beyond your wildest imagination... so play this little game with me." He watched her lips turn into a cunning grin as she said the last few words of that sentence. "The thing is, Sixx... this is a game of trust. Now, given you do not know me well enough to trust me, I understand your fear. But, given three things... one, I saved your life by sucking all that crap out of your veins..." His captor's grin turned into a smile as her fangs were exposed. "Two, I went through the effort to make you as comfortable as possible. And three... well, I care about you." Her cool lips went to a smirk before kissing his cheek, causing his face to flush a deep red. "I promise that I will give you everything you consciously and subconsciously desire. Touch seems to awaken you... Am I correct?" She ran a finger down his back, causing him to shiver and roll his head back on her shoulder. "Mmmmnh..." The vampire gave a knowing smirk. "Ahhh my sweet, little angel..."
Nikki's captor ran her hands up from his bound wrists to his shoulders, tantalizingly circling towards his chest to bring his body closer to hers. "I also promise you this... As a skilled player in this game, I will walk you through and guarantee you will have fun. Now... there's a certain irony that exists only here... and that is you have more freedom when bound than you do in the outside world. We are taught to hide our desires and adjust to day-to-day living. Even in the rockstar world, deviation from the sexual norm is considered taboo. But... what if someone were to take that ability to adjust away from you, hmm? To make you helpless and forced to face your desires? After all, you're helpless to resist... all you can do is relax... and enjoy." She whispered in his ear softly as she pressed the heel of her hand to his growing dick. His breathing grew heavier as he lolled his head back on her shoulder, moaning softly into his gag. It felt... nice, for once... the normally ambitious bassist was always busy, so busy that he didn't stop to think of how relaxing it was to let someone else take control for a while. "Now, tonight, I have only one plan... and that is to give you pleasure. Your 'education' will follow should you decide to stay. Do I make myself clear?" Nikki nodded again. "Good..."
Nikki watched his captor in the mirror, her hands running all over his tattooed body... worshiping it, almost. Nikki bit into his gag as she gently played with his nipple piercing that he had. He then watched his own muscles ripple as he responded to her cool touch. He pulled himself up by his bindings as his back arched with every curious touch that made him her plaything. He whimpered softly as he strained against the ropes and his boxers. Oh did he want her... he wanted her so bad. The vampire then stopped, having a wicked smirk on her face. She then got in front of him, slowly undoing the bandage around his head, leaving just the ball gag still strapped in. Her piercing lavender eyes staring into his lush greens... that's when he knew that she wanted him too. She pressed her body against his, wrapping her cool lips around the ball in an improvised, but just as passionate kiss. He leaned into her kiss as best as he could, trying to make his arousal seem evident. At this point, he needed her. She tangled her hands in his fluffy hair, playfully pulling back and causing him to moan loudly. She then removed his ball gag, but this time put the blindfold back on, his senses heightened, but wanting only her. "Please... don't... stop..." He groaned as he bit his lip, pressing into her. "Gladly." She replied as she roughly kissed him. Nikki moaned in her mouth as she did, tasting her sweet tongue. He bucked, feeling like he can't hold on anymore, and she knew he couldn't. "Alright... I've had my fun. Let's get busy." She smirked, slowly untying his wrists and laying him down. She then tied them back to the headboard. "Brace yourself, Nikki... this is going to be a hell of a ride." Before Nikki could respond, he felt her impale herself onto him, causing him to arch his back as he was driven into oblivion by this woman, who was slowly heating up as she rode him like a wild mustang. Her kiss silencing his desperate moans, he now knew what he wanted, and it wasn't the heroin. His wings wrapped around her, pulling her closer and him deeper. Soon... so soon... "I... I... I'm gonna..." Nikki couldn't finish his response. He felt her dive into his neck, crying out in sheer pleasure as he too, was sent over the edge. Nikki and his captor, now lover, Madison, enjoyed the scent of sex, moderately priced perfume, and hairspray. Madison gently untied his wrists as he came down to earth with her. After pulling herself out, she laid down on his chest, snuggling close. The formerly dominant vampire has now turned into a cuddle-bug, which was fine by him. Feeling for her forehead, he kissed her softly as her body cooled down. He flushed softly, deciding to keep the blindfold on as a reminder of that wonderful night.