Kathlyne was always told she was destined for greatness. In High School, she was class president, captain of the debate club and drama club, and captain of the girl's tennis, volleyball and baseball teams. As she had taken college level classes throughout her four years in high school, she graduated prelaw by age twenty and law school by twenty-two. She had won all her mock trials and graduated at the top of her class. She was quickly recruited to the biggest and most prestigious law firm in the U.S. She won her first three major trials and soon talk was going around of her becoming a partner. The "common" attorneys working in the firm were so intimidated by her, they would never even speak to her except for business matters. She was soon aware of her attraction to powerful men, like the senior partners of the firm as well as the governors and congressmen she met at charity functions. When she would meet some of these men, regardless of their physical attractiveness, she would feel a dampness between her legs. She never acted on these feelings as she didn't want to mix business with pleasure, and besides they were all married. Even so, she just couldn't help but feel aroused whenever she was in the presence of these powerful men. She occasionally allowed herself to fantasize walking into one of these gala events with such a man of power and wealth on her arm. As time went on, she began to be groomed for a career in politics. Her bosses felt a strong woman like her as governor, congress, the senate, or even the president, could only be of great benefit to them. Then came the day she stepped into the elevator and found it occupied by a well-dressed middle-aged man. She immediately recognized him as the firm's largest client, the owner of the largest arms manufacturer for the military in the county. She had never met him in person, but she was immediately aroused just by being in his presence. The doors closed and the elevator started moving and she felt a jab in her left thigh, then blacked out. When she awoke, she was lying on a luxurious couch, wearing an extravagant silk nightgown. She looked around and didn't know where she was. She called out, but no one answered. She stood up and looked out across the room, which looked huge, so huge, the items across the room seemed blurry. She took a few steps forward and ran into a glass wall. She then realized the bedroom was the only room in the "house" and the other doors and windows were fake. Only the glass wall in front of her and the open ceiling showed anything but the bedroom she was confined in. Then she felt a rumble through the floor and looked out to see a hulking giant, 60 feet tall, approaching her. The giant reached into the bedroom through the open ceiling and wrapped his massive hand around her diminutive body, lifting her up and out of her prison. She screamed and struggled, but the giant silently peeled the nightgown off of her, tearing it at the seams, then proceeded to fondle her legs, breasts then gently massaging her vagina. Filled with terror, she couldn't help but start feeling aroused by her helplessness in the hands of this all-powerful giant, she finally recognized as the client she was in the elevator with. When he was finished with her, he bathed her in the sink, dried her off by blowing on her, then gave her a new silk nightgown and put her back in her cage. An hour later, he put a tiny dish of bits of the most delicious food she had ever tasted on her bedside table. Every day was the same, just different ways of molesting her, making her feel more and more insignificant compared to his immense size and power. Then one day when he came for her, he was carrying something that looked like a bed frame. He reached down into her cage and lifted her out. After tearing off her nightgown, he placed her on her back onto the bedframe appearing object. Holding her in place with just on finger, he stretched out her left arm to one of the corners and tied her wrist to the frame. Then he tied her right wrist to the other corner of the frame. She panicked and began to kick and squirm, but he effortlessly secured one ankle, then the other to a cross bar. The crossbar was then slid downward until there was a slight tension placed on her shoulders and hips. She couldn't move at all, nothing but her head. Totally helpless now, she started to anticipate the upcoming involuntary orgasm she had grown to need at the hands of this powerful giant of a man. A tiny dollop of whipped cream on her breasts and vagina finished off the preparation and she closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable. She hated this man with all her being and all her soul for stealing her life from her, but every time she saw him approaching her cage, the same familiar damp feeling began between her legs........
