In the Widow's Web (for Gyrkin)

[alien_knight]

Andre Kirilev boarded the metro, heading back to his apartment after a day of studies at Moscow University. The 24-year old student curled up in between two passengers and started reading one of his textbooks. He hated riding the metro, just because it had been the site of so many bombings and terrorist attacks over the years. He always felt on-edge.

Eventually, Andre tired of reading the dryly written textbook and looked up, seeing his reflection in the window across from him. The young man was decidedly unathletic, and his slender body lacked definition. He was about 5'8 and somewhat pale, the latter of which was probably due to him spending much of his time staying indoors and studying so often. His father was Russia's ambassador to the United Nations, and one of the benefits that afforded was wealth. He was given a nice, spacious apartment not too far from the university, which he appreciated because every student dorm in the ex-soviet nations was disgusting. Still, Andre resented the amount of expectations that were placed on him, even though he would never complain openly.

As the intercom announced the train's destination, Andre brushed one of his dark bangs away from his brown eyes and put his textbook in his backpack, preparing to get off at the next stop.

[Gyrkin]

Natasha liked metro. She liked all crowded places, the true paradise for all, who know how to hide among the people, how to make crowd do exactly what you need and how to use the fear, the anticipation of new terror, that hid under the Moscow. She knew all that, and no one seemed to pay attention for a beautiful red-haired woman, dressed in a tight black leather jacket. She patiently waited her victim to appear.
The boy's name was Andre, and he was smaller than she thought, but looked exactly like his photo. She came next to him in one pace, then came closer, and Andre felt a coldness of a gunpoint.
"If you don't want me to shoot," Natasha quietly told him, "you better come with me."
She knew that she can talk louder, no one still would give a damn. That was the good thing in Moscow: no one here cared.

[alien_knight]

Andre's eyes widened in terror. Who was this woman, where did she come from, and what she want from him? Attempting to save himself, he tried negotiating with her.

"W-wait...this must be accident, miss! Why do you want to take me?"

He tried turning around to look at her, but as soon as he saw the merciless gaze from her deep green eyes, he quickly realized that nothing he said could have helped him.

Moreover, of all the dozens of people on the subway platform, none of them would have intervened to help him, not even the fat police officer who was leaning against one of the support (especially not him, in fact). Andre looked down at his jeans and fidgeted with the zipper of his bluish jacket, and appeared to have submitted to her demand.

"Oh man...I hate the metro!" he said under his breath.

[Gyrkin]

"No, no accident, Andre," Natasha smiled warmly. He didn't even try to run away. She thought that it would be rather east mission. She led him to escalator, and then they went outside from the metro.. The car was waiting for them. Natasha led Andre to it, and smiled again. "And now for the unpleasant part," she announced and pulled the trigger. The tranquilizer dart pierced into gut's skin and everything around him faded. Natasha caught him before he fell down and put him at the back seat.
When Andre came to himself, he was in an unknown place. It was dark, he couldn't see anything. His hands and legs were tied up.

[alien_knight]

Andre was terrified. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him, of all people. And while he would normally be very appreciative of a beautiful young woman smiling at him, in this context it made him shudder. The way she smiled seemed so warm...and certain. Like she knew that he was already helpless against her and that he may as well submit. He put up no resistance as she marched him through the subway, up the escalator, and outside to the waiting car. When Andre saw the parked vehicle, he realized that this was his only chance of escaping.

Looking around frantically, he tried to see if there was anywhere he could run. Maybe if he could get into traffic, she wouldn't be able to shoot him.

Before he could think of anything else, Andre felt himself being grabbed by the shoulder and quickly turned around to face the mysterious red-haired kidnapper. She was smiling again! The way she grinned at him made his heart pound in his chest. She knew that he belonged to her. But what she said immediately afterwards made his blood pressure spike.

"And now for the unpleasant part..."

She raised her gun to his throat and fired. For a moment, Andre thought that she had just murdered him with an actual bullet. He tried to scream, but all he could manage was a pitiful groan. Reaching up to his neck, he felt a small object embedded in his skin.

Then, in the next instant, Andre felt his limbs getting heavier and heavier, as if they were attached to weights. He couldn't stand, and began to reel backwards and fall towards the pavement. But the woman stepped forward and caught him in her arms.

As his vision began to blur, he noticed the placement of her smooth hands: one around his shoulders and the other at the small of his back, uncomfortably close to his bum. The woman's grip was firm and solid, making him feel all the more weak as his body and mind became more flaccid. He looked up at her. Her eyes were as bright as emeralds and her hair was the color of blood. Andre tried to grab her, not to fight back, but to support himself and to plead. Even as his senses began to weaken, he could tell that her figure was firm and sleek. Though they were about the same height and proportions, her body was much stronger then his. In any physical contest, she would dominate him easily.

"Please...don't take me." was all the Andre could managed before he let out a sigh and his body went limp. His head came to rest on her shoulder, almost like he was trying to find security and comfort with the same person who was taking him hostage.

When he awoke, he thought that it had just been a nightmare. But then he opened his eyes and saw only darkness, and when he tried to roll over, he found that his wrists and legs had been bound. As his mind filled with terror and his body began squirming, he tried to cry out...

"Where am I!? What do you want with me!? Please, someone help me!!!"

[Gyrkin]

Natashe heard shouting and frowned.She didn't like her victimes to be too loud.
The door opened bringing the Ray of light to the dark room. "Hush," she said. "Be quite, Andre. The less troubles you would bring to me, the more pleasant that experience would be for you. Shouting in here is forbidden."

[alien_knight]

Andre winced when light sliced into the room. He could see a vague silhouette of the woman in the doorway, but the words she spoke caused his blood to chill in his veins.

"I...I understand, miss. B-but who are you? What do you want me for?"

Andre thought about the situation and how she had gotten him here. He suddenly had a realization: Did she carry his limp body here herself? The idea of this made him humiliated, terrified...and very fascinated. Certainly, for someone as powerful and athletic as she was, carrying a slender boy like him wouldn't be much of a problem. But did she carry him in her arms, like a groom would carry his bride over the threshold? Maybe not, because she'd still need to open doors and such. She probably had him draped over her shoulder. That would leave one of her hands free. But the thought of his body hanging limpy over her shoulder like a sack of flour filled him with shame. And the idea of her tying him up as he slept made him feel even worse.

Either way, one thing was certain: he was in her hands now.

[Gyrkin]

Natasha smiled. She knelt down to be on the same eye level as Andre was. He was slender and beautiful, looked younger than he was. She felt herself hear to him older and much stronger than she was. "Don't call me "miss". My name is Natasha. But if you like so, you may call me "ma'am". You see, Andre, we need some favor from your father he certainly wouldn't like. And having you here will make him to be more docile."
She took Andre and sat him straight. "If you will promise to be a good boy and not to cause me any troubles, I will untie you. So what, will you cause me any troubles?"

[alien_knight]

Andre's chest tightened as Natasha knelt down and smiled. He thought he could see the tiniest hint of lust in her eyes. Wouldn't that be something, if she was some predatory vixen who had nabbed him off the streets just to indulge her perverse inclinations. Ordinarily, getting kidnapped by some warrior-woman and becoming her sexual plaything would be something that he'd joke about with his friends. But now that he was faced with that possibility, he was absolutely horrified.

But then she explained why he had been captured. Obviously, it was because he could be used as a bargaining chip, or leverage to persuade his father into doing something he would not have done under normal circumstances. Looking back, he wondered why he didn't ask for bodyguards...but he had a feeling that Natasha would've torn through them like straw.

He tightened up when she put her hands on his arms and hoisted him up to face her. The way she talked about taking off the ropes if he behaved reminded him of the way a dominant would talk to her submissive. Confused, he trembled with both fear and arousal. Andre's eyes darted around. Maybe this was some kind of trick or trap? Nevertheless, the robes hit harshly into his skin, and he'd rather be mostly helpless in her hands then entirely helpless by being tied up.

"I...I promise to not do anything, Nat-I mean, Ma'am! You're strong...and trained. I...I've never won a fight in my life. I'm nothing compared to you!" Andre stammered.

[Gyrkin]

"Then remember about that," Natasha answered and cut the ropes. "Stand up and follow me, Andre."
She knew perfectly well that for now the boy should see it as a some kind of domination game: with beautiful mistress named Natasha, wearing tight leather clothes, having red hair… It wasn't a fame, though, and she decided to use the first reason to prove that to Andre.
Natasha walked showing the rooms of the house to Andre. They have whole house to live there. It was not far from Moscow, but there weren't any other people around. So even if Andre would decide to run away, he wouldn't have place and destination to run.
She didn’t tell him that though.