Chapter 1
Musky, that was the only way Deb could describe the smell. The sound had been deadened, this she knew, but the dreary walls had a wet look, sort of. Was it water wet or was it slimy wet, her eyes couldnât discern the truth. The ceiling had some plastic looking bubble-like look. With her hands tied tightly behind her back and to the hard wooden chair she found herself sitting in, the only way she could find out would be to rub her cheek to the wall. At this time that was out of the question! The smack of their hands was way too vivid in her memory as was the pain that she still felt. It felt as it heat was rising from her cheeks even still after what she approximated as 3 to 4 hours. Theyâd used her, both of them actually, and their friends had used her too. Considering what had happened during the past two days, she was no longer sure what she was or what she wanted. She certainly hadnât expected this, not in a million years, but here she was, secretly loving every minute of her confinement. The only question that she had now was of what would become of her. She was pretty sure it was Saturday now and she knew she must find a way out soon but she was so tired nowâŚâŚAs she began to doze, her mind wandered, thinking back over the past 2 days.
Chapter 2
Deb had gone to lunch alone Friday, one of the few times she ever did that, usually she and Tilly took lunch together but today Tilly was out for some unknown reason, she hadnât even phoned to tell Deb that she wouldnât be at work.. It was just as well, Deb had been meaning to go to a specialty shop just down the street from the restaurant they frequented, a shop she really didnât think she could take Tilly into. The Little Shop of Leather had recently opened to a tremendous amount of controversy. Like the title implied, the shop was far from being the normal clothing store. Its target customer would be a more risquĂŠ` sort. Some would even say they were part of an underground society, that in itself piqued Debâs interest.
As she opened the door, Deb heard a loud groan coming from somewhere inside the shop. It might have been just the air conditioning but she didnât think so. Gritting her teeth, she stepped through the door and into what seemed like a whole new land. A land of leather andâŚâŚchains.
The aroma of leather was overpowering as she stepped deeper in the shop. Leather teddyâs covered the wall to her right. As she investigated them she found that one could choose of many differing models, much like car models. Some were very basic while others were much more lavish, including some that were crotch-less or had openings for the wearerâs nipples she expected. Surprisingly there were numerous colors, Deb had only though of leather as being black or brown, but there were red, white, pink and probably any color she would want. Turning to her left, Deb found a beautiful display of very sheer panties, the first things she had found that werenât leather. Running her hand across a black pair of panties, Debâs thought turned to Him. Heâd taken her the night before; taken her like sheâd never been before. Touching her softly at first, sheâd felt like she was in heaven, but His touch had become rough soon, so rough she had become afraid.
Chapter 3
The hand covered her mouth so quickly she didnât even react. Her feet didnât seem to be touching the ground while she was quickly pulled down a set of stairs. Debâs mind finally caught up with the action and she tried to scream but to no avail as the hand was clamped tight on her mouth. Feeling hands grabbing hold of her legs, she gave up the little struggling she had been putting up. Her thoughts about Him disappeared as the anxiety of her kidnapping took complete control of her.
Blackness enveloped her, what seemed like hours were most probably minutes. She remembered little of the event, her mind was groggy. Had she been drugged? Or had her mind just shut down, trying to defend her from what most probably would be her most terrifying ordeal? Tied up like a pretzel was her next thought. She could feel the ropes cutting into her wrists, her shoulders ached, and the chair she was seated on was rough, almost raw. Raw, that was the word; she was sitting in the nude, splinters digging into her thighs every time she moved on the chair. Her legs were also tied, bound at the ankle though she could feel something cold between her ankles. Where were her clothes? Who had done this to her? Why? Why would someone do this to her? She had no enemies, at least no one she could imagine doing something this hideous. Her eyes were becoming used to the lack of light, in front of her was a rope hanging from the ceiling. No, it was a pulley of some sort. Deb considered this; the thoughts that came to mind were far from pleasant.
Creaking slowly open, the door slowly stood ajar. Deb could see only a pair of legs on the staircase at first, then a belt buckle, a shirt and finally a head. A grotesque mask covered the face, in one hand a cage of some sort, in the other a short whip. A second body appeared behind the first, a smaller figure, a woman in a pair of jeans. As she descended the stairs, Deb could see she had no shirt, no bra. Her breasts were heavy, from her vantage point Deb could see what seemed to be large, very large nipples protruding. As she reached the bottom step, Deb saw she too had a mask on. In her right hand was silver pitcher in her left something that resembled a tube of some sort. Her mind began to race as thoughts of what might be flashed rapidly through her thoughts.
Deb felt the man fumbling with the ropes around her wrists, actually loosening the grip some. That should have been a good thing, but in the next instant she was on the floor, being dragged by her shoulders, her hands still tied behind her back. The woman seemed inordinately strong as she lifted each of Debâs legs into the stirrups that hung from the pulley. At the same time she felt the man place a noose around her neck and tighten it, nearly cutting off her air supply. Her fear had reached new heights by now and she had the sinking feeling it would get much worse before it got any better.
Chapter 4
Debâs beliefs were justified. Not that she saw what they did next, rather she felt it. Her legs were pulled straight up, Debâs back was barely on the floor now, and the noose had tightened even more as her legs got higher in the air. To make it worse, the woman had placed a short rod-like piece of metal between her legs after she had unhooked something that allowed her legs to spread, the ends clasped around Debâs knees, spreading her wide open. Sheâd never been so humiliated in her life, even worse, she felt herself becoming wet, she couldnât help it but she was getting turned on!
The gag that had been put in mouth as soon as she was pulled down the stairs was ripped from her mouth now. She screamed immediately but she only heard a dull sound, not a scream at all. Looking up, Deb realized that the bubble-like ceiling was sound proof, as were what she had thought were wet walls. Both the man and woman snickered, the gag had been kept in her mouth not to keep her from screaming but because they were evil people. Deb realized this within seconds of her attempted scream and now her fear was increased ten-fold.
âDonât you like your new home Deb?â said the man.
Deb wasnât sure how to respond. Should she tell him how evil she thought of him or should she try to be good, hoping for a quick release if she behaved. After a few seconds of thought she decided it really didnât matter, they were here to please themselves not her and they would probably expect her to be a surly bitch.
âYeah, I love it you fucking prick!â flew out of Debâs mouth.