The smoky club was busy. A loud thump was felt before you even got out of your car. The music over took you like a train. Fast and Powerful. It was intoxicating how it pulled you in. A smile overtook your face as you entered. The bar was packed. Three deep just trying to get a drink. But your eyes were somewhere else. The dance floor. That thumping and swirling of lights, the music with its infectious rhythm lured you in. Pulled you towards it.
The spacious dance floor was packed tightly. The crowd was succinctly swaying with the music, pushing and pulling, back and forth, up and down. Everyone in a trance with the sounds that the DJ was pushing out. You snake through the crowd. Sensually moving betwixt the dancers. Molding around each one until you find the spot you wanted.
He watches you disappear into the crowd as he turns towards the bar. His smile knows that tonight was going to be fun. Waiting for drinks didn't even bother him as his mind wanders to "what if" scenarios swirling in his mind. Drinks in hand, he moves through the crowd to find his friends. He nods to his friends when he finds them. The music is so powerful and loud, conversations are futile. You all just admire the view.
The glistening bodies gyrating and swaying to the music. Suddenly you appear. Kissing him on the cheek with a devilish grin you grab your drink. Still moving with the music, your hips and torso sultry move like a gentle wave lapping the land, back and forth. You sip the drink and just as quickly disappear again into the crowd.
After several hours of this, you grab him by the arm and tell him you are ready to go. It is towards the end of the night and most of the crowd has left. Tired, but still moving to the beat, arm-in-arm, you walk out, back to the car. He pulls you close and kisses you. Your excitement builds. Suddenly, you are yanked back. Pulled away from him. You feel several hands and arms encircle you.
Tape is placed over your mouth and a hood is pulled over your head. Your hands are then bound together. Then the same thing with your ankles. What seems like a large man picks you up and are suddenly thrown over his shoulder. They quickly you move into the trunk of a car and close it. Your heart is beating fast. Fear is flowing over you. It is dark and you can't really move other than wiggle. What happened to him? Did he struggle? Is he hurt? All kinds of scenarios rush through your head.
The car suddenly begins to move. Bouncing down the road, your fear overwhelms you. You are not sure how long you are in the trunk when suddenly the car stops. The trunk opens. All you hear is your heart thumping and your ragged breathing. Suddenly you are picked up like a rag doll and moved inside a building. You are forced to stand up. The hood is removed. Your captors, 4 in all, all have dark clothing and masks on. One of them comes over to you and whispers to you, "We are not going to kill you. But we are going to fuck you."
You look around and see that the room looks like a dungeon with chains hanging from the walls and ceiling, a big X-cross, and various weird looking furniture. They all approach you and grab your limbs. One cuts the tape off your wrists then attaches leather cuffs with metal loops on them. They raise your arms up over your head and secures you to two chains hanging from the ceiling. Then someone cuts the tape off of your ankles. Puts similar cuffs on your ankles and attaches them to a spreader bar.
With a pair of medical shears, one cuts your dress off, letting it drop to the floor. Then he pulls your panties down and unclasps your bra. He pushes the bra up your arms, but because of your restraint, now just lays on top of your head.
The man then says to you, "If you promise not to scream, we will take the gag off. If you scream, no one will hear you because we are in the middle of the woods. We will put the gag back on if you scream. Do you promise not to scream?" You nod and they proceed to take your gag off. He says, "Good girl, I am going to put this blindfold over your eyes so you won't know who we are or what we are about to do to you. We promise we will have a little fun then let you go. It will go a lot easier on you if you don't fight us." Suddenly, you spit in his face or try to get his face.
"Huh, I guess we will go that route instead." Suddenly, you are struck on your ass, over and over again. You don't know what is being used, but it is quick and localized stings. It must be a wooden switch or cane. After several minutes of this, with tears of pain rolling down your cheeks, he stops.
"Will we behave now?"
