I wrote this story for a friend of mine, the central character. It contains a number of her fantasies. She has particular fetish about music, hence the apparent esoteric music.
I'm sitting in my dungeon, thinking about Kasey's indiscretions at our role play session, when I hear a knock at the door. As usual, Kasey is 5 minutes early and I make her wait.
Timing, especially today, is very important. At the appointed time, I open the door and Kasey is standing there, not wearing the demure clothing she normally wears to our sessions, but a very revealing outfit, although I'm pleased to see she has obeyed me and worn comfortable shoes.
Kasey smiles at me, which is another departure from her usual behaviour and I wonder if our role play last week has made her think she can now be "familiar" with me.
I'm sure her smile disappeared very quickly, but I can't tell because of the black cotton bag that has been slipped over head by the person behind her. Another person pulls her hands behind her back and handcuffs her.
Kasey is confused as a gag is placed over the bag, so she can't call for help. She is frog marched through my dungeon and out of the rear door. She is then bundled into a van and is placed on a makeshift bench in the middle of the rear of the van and the van takes off.
Kasey is disoriented and scared, but also excited. Her nipples always give her away. Nobody says anything to her, all she can hear is Sandman by Metallica on the van's stereo. As the journey continues the music gets more "evil" with songs like with Welcome To My Nightmare from Alice Cooper and Evil Woman and Sabbath Bloody Sabbath by Black Sabbath.
After a while hands start removing Kasey's clothes, cutting them off her, until she is only wearing her black g-string. Her handcuffs are removed as she feels a fur coat being put on her, before the handcuffs are replaced, but with her hands in front of her. Her gag is then removed and a blindfold is quickly placed over her eyes as the black bag is removed. This is done so expertly, Kasey doesn't see a thing in the transition.
The suspension in the van isn't great and results in a fair bit of bumping up and down, which causes her big bouncy tits to jiggle around against the fur. Eventually, the rubbing of her breasts against the softness of the fur causes her juices to wet the gusset of her panties, despite the fear she feels.
The journey takes about 40 minutes and throughout the journey a straw is occasionally placed in her mouth. She isn't brave enough to suck on it to start with, but once she realizes it's in scotch and coke, she sucks on it happily, it settles her a little.
Throughout the journey, Kasey listens intently for some hint of who her captors are or where she might be, but to no avail. The volume of the music doesn't help, but also nobody in the van has spoken the whole time. She guesses there must be at least two other people in the van besides her, the person plying her with alcohol and the person driving. Perhaps there are others, she thinks, but how many? She has no idea how big the van is or anything else for that matter.
The van finally stops and Kasey hears the side door slide open. A firm hand pulls on the chain of the handcuffs and raises Kasey to her feet. She is led a few feet and a raspy voice guides her out of the van and she guesses it is a woman's voice trying to be disguised.
Kasey is led silently along in what she figures must be a bush area, judging by the smells and the sounds. She can hear leaves underfoot and birds singing. She can smell the trees and plants as she passes them, they are the type of trees and bushes you would smell in a remote area.
After about 20 minutes the journey is complete and the same raspy voice tells Kasey "Stand still and don't move." The handcuffs are removed from Kasey's wrists as is the fur coat. Two people raise her hands above her head and place them in restraints, which are tightened and any thought Kasey had of escaping during this time have now vanished.
Her shoes are now removed and somebody comes behind her, she can feel hot breath on her lower back. Practised fingers loop around the thin straps of her g-string and begin to remove them, slowly, sliding them down her legs. She hears the sound of plastic and a clipseal bag being opened and then closed (a sure sign that I'm present). She almost smiles, but thinks better of it. Another person's feet push Kasey's feet about 1 metre apart and she feels shackles being placed around her ankles.
Kasey is now completely helpless, standing completely naked, with her legs apart, her arms in the air, where, she doesn't know. The only thing she is certain of is that she is outside as she can feel a light breeze playing over her nipples and the wetness of her pussy.
She doesn't know who is looking at her or how many people are looking at her, she has still only heard the one voice. She stands there like that for about 2 minutes, but it feels too her like an eternity, before she feels hands touching her.
There are two hands touching her breasts, fondling them gently and occasionally tweaking her nipples. Another hand is moving over her back and two more caressing her arse cheeks. There are more hands, one each running up and down her legs and yet another rubbing her shaved pubic mound before moving down and cupping her excited pussy.
The hand on her pussy separates her petals and slips a finger inside her already wet hole, searching for her g-spot. Another hand moves to her pussy and a finger from that hand enters her, the two fingers stroking in and out in unison.
The hands caressing her cheeks pull them apart, exposing her puckered little arsehole and yet another hand is placed on her and a finger plays around the puckered area gently. While this is all happening, a straw is placed in her mouth again and sucks up the scotch and coke greedily.
The person holding the drink whispers into her ear "If you need to take a leak, just say piss and I'll get a pot for you to go in."
The mixed emotions and feelings are confusing for Kasey. She is feeling scared, exposed, in real fear for her safety and at the same time excited, not only by the hands all over her body, but also by the situation she is in.
The fingers inside her cunt begin to quicken and just as she is about to have a massive orgasm, all of the hands are removed from her body simultaneously.
She hears all of the people moving behind her and she is left alone again for about 2 minutes, except for being fed more alcohol and during this time she takes stock of her situation.
She thinks about the number of hands that were traveling over her naked flesh, trying to guess how many people there were. She guesses about 5. She also guesses, judging by the soft feel of the hands that they were all women although there may have been men with very soft hands.
While she's thinking, she becomes aware that something is tickling her backside. It feels like tentacles of soft suede, but before she has the chance to decide it is removed and then returned, but this time the soft tentacles are whipped across her right arse cheek. It stings her and as her mind reels with the sudden realization that she has been whipped, the soft suede is whipped across her left cheek, with the same amount of force. She then feels a hard nipple pressed against her arm and warm breath against her ear.
"I'm going to enjoy this bitch" says a voice she recognizes immediately as Danielle's. Danielle is an ex-slave of mine and the two are keen rivals.
Danielle removes the blindfold and stands in front of Kasey, looking her in the eye with a cruel frown. Kasey looks at what she can. She can see they are in the bush, but in a clearing about 20 metres in diameter.
She can't see anybody else, but Danielle, but she can't turn her head to check behind her. She looks up and can see that she is restrained in a large A frame that seems to have endless ropes and pulleys, slings, nooses and harnesses.
Her gaze returns to Danielle and sees the weapon she used to whip her. She was right, it is eight strips of suede attached to a handle, the shape of which is strangely familiar to her and which at the moment, Danielle is rubbing against her own clit.
Danielle says "That is just a taste of what is to come if you don't perform to my satisfaction, but first let me show you what you can expect."
She looks behind Kasey and says "Bring the slut forward."
Soon after a short petite girl (Ursula), wearing a cream coloured basque, which leaves her breasts, arse and cunt exposed, comes into Kasey's view. She is holding a leash, which Kasey soon sees is attached to the dog collar around a taller girl's (Valerie) neck. Valerie is also wearing the same type of basque but in black. The other difference is that she is moving on her hands and knees.