This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. Enjoy.
We drive for what feels like hours. When the van stops, Jill says,
"I'm gonna let you out of the sack. You're going inside under your own power. Any funny stuff, any noise, I shoot, got it?"
"Mmmmm, hmmmm."
She unties the top of the sack. I still cannot see, as my eyes are taped shut. She pulls it down and unties my ankles.
"Scoot down here!" I inch down the metal floor. "Stand." She takes my arm. I am a little wobbly from being bound for so long. "Walk!"
She yanks on my arm. I start walking on what feels like concrete. She says, "Steps." She guides me down until she says, "Stop!" I hear keys in a door. "Walk!" The floor changes to...linoleum? Tile? I am forced to walk several more feet before she stops me again.
"Turn! Sit!"
I am pushed into what feels like a hard backed chair. She binds my ankles again. "Arms!" She takes my arms and yanks them over the back of the chair.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I feel my wrists being pulled down and secured to something. Jill takes additional rope to bind my torso to the chair. She takes more rope and also binds my thighs.
"That should hold you until we decide what we're gonna do."
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!"
"Go ahead. No one can hear you anyway. I'm gonna confer with Becky. I'll be back."
"Nmmmmmm! Dmmmmm lmmmmm mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!"
My screams are futile. The door is closed and locked. I hold still a minute. I cannot pull my wrists from behind me at all. I cannot rock forward, just side to side, but I don't want to tip this chair over.
"Mmmmmmm? Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" Damn that Harry! He just had to leave me, didn't he? This is one big mess now! I adjust my weight. My belly is still tightly bound and so is my pussy. No, how could I come now? This isn't play. This is very, very real. I have been taken hostage by two thieves!
I hear footsteps and voices.
"Here's the plan," Becky's voice says. I'm gonna untie you from that chair. You're gonna take off all your clothes and stand with your hands behind your back. Don't touch your gag or your blindfold, got it?"
I nod. She frees me from the chair. I remove the entire outfit. I stand in front of them in my underwear.
"Take off the bra," Becky orders. I unhook it and let it fall. I can feel their eyes on me.
"Her master did some nice work, eh, Jill?"
"Quite lovely. I love that rope on her."
"Yeah, I think we can use this to our advantage." They laugh. "Alright you, hands behind your back!"
I hold my wrists behind me. They are quickly tied again. More rope is tied around my waist above the belly rope, pulling my fists to my tailbone.
"I'm gonna take that gag out of your mouth so you can answer some questions. We will let you have some water if you don't scream," Becky says. I nod.
"Jill."
I guess it's Jill who frees my mouth. She doesn't untie the scarf, but pulls it down. She peels the tape and takes the soggy rag from my mouth. I move my jaw to remove the kinks.
"Ahhhhh, thank you."
"Name!" Becky demands.
"A...Alicia."
"How did you get in there?"
"I...my master Harry Benjamin dressed me in the niqab to disguise my bondage. He left me there to enjoy being tied up. He...he was supposed to come back..."
"And do you like being tied up, Alicia?"
"I..."
"Answer me!"
I feel a sting across my butt.
"I do! But...not, like this!"
"Like what? A real captive?"
"Y...yes!"
I feel the sting again. I cry out in pain.
"Let me give you the bones, Alicia. My friend and I are gonna hold you until the heat is off. In the meantime, if you wanna stay alive, you'll do what we say or suffer the consequences. Do you understand?"
"Y...yes!"
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"The correct answer is yes Mistress!"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Good girl. Now, I'm gonna give you a small break and let you use the bathroom. Then we start your training."
"Training?"
"You heard me! Jill!"
Jill unties me and relieves my belly and pussy, finally! They also leave my eyes taped. I am escorted to a small bathroom. I am forced to feel my way around. There is a sink, a toilet, and a shower. Again, all information is gathered with my hands. I relieve my searing bladder and drink a small amount of water because lord knows when I'll get a chance to pee again. I wash my hands and knock as instructed.
"Eyes are still taped," Jill says.
"Good."
I hear Becky walking toward me.
"You got any special skills, girl?"
"Uh, like what?"
"Singing, dancing, something like that?"
"I...I um, I belly dance."
"Are you any good?" Becky asks.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Jill, gag her."
"You don't have to gag me! I won't scream!"
Becky grabs my chin. "You don't tell me what we can and cannot do with you, got it? Don't make me put a hole in your skull! Now, you're gonna be gagged. You're going to dance for us, got it?"
"Y...yes, Mistress!"
"Jill!"
