The last thing she remembered was getting to the house and as she walked through the door a hand grabbed her round the waist from behind and before she could cry out another hand clamped over her mouth and nose holding a sweet smelling cloth. Then everything went black.
When she woke it was still black. Something was covering her eyes - a blindfold. She tried to reach up to take it off but her wrists were manacled behind her back. She then became aware that she could feel cold steel around her ankles too. All she wore was a kind of silk tunic which barely covered her to just below the hip. It strained over her breasts and the slightest movement would pull it open at the front or raise the hem to uncover her bush and her cleft. Who would do this to her?
She managed to raise herself up onto her knees, then her feet. She stood silent, chained hand and foot.
"Open your mouth."
Startled, Sue opened her mouth without thinking. A hand cupped the back of her head and another pushed a solid rubber object past her lips into her mouth. She nearly choked at first then her lips stretched round the object. Her tongue investigated it. Solid, thick - a rubber gag, made in the shape of a cock! A buckle slid into place at the back of her head. She could not close her mouth or talk.
"Walk," the voice said. She put one careful foot in front of the other and a hand guided her forwards. She heard a door open.
"Master, your newest slave is here"
She was pushed forwards and staggered slightly the chains between her ankles jangling. A soft click sounded behind her as the door was closed. Who by? Who was in the room? There could be any number of people in here. She twisted her head dipping against her shoulder, trying to dislodge the blindfold.
A hand caught her hair at the back and held her still. A mans voice spoke.
"The slave will walk."
Sue knew that voice. It was Richard -wasn't it? She shook her head. He spoke again. "The slave will learn to trust. Now walk!"
She stumbled as the chain pulled tight between her legs. One foot skidded and she fell--
A strong muscular arm caught her and as if she weighed nothing at all lifted her onto her feet. A male hand swatted her casually across her backside. The voice with a chuckle said, "The slave will walk."
Carefully she slid her foot forwards taking a reluctant step. She heard a noise to one side of the room. How many people are in here? She slid another foot cautiously forwards.
"You can do better than that, slave. Display yourself. Who will want you like this? I will explain. you are on display. If you please, you will be fucked. If not you could be kept as you are for hours perhaps."
Fucked by you? Sue wanted to ask so badly. I know that voice - is it you?
A warm hand brushed the front of her tunic touching her nipples under the soft cloth. They began to stiffen. As she arched her body forwards the hand moved away.
"You see? You can display yourself. And here."
Sue jumped. A mans finger, blunt and warm, slid between her parted legs, and swiftly moved down the moist lips of her pussy. Then it was gone. Her juices ran. She twisted seeking his hand but it was gone.
The cuffs at her wrist forced her shoulders back, and her breasts jutted. As she twisted the hem of her tunic rose uncovering the thick, damp bush of hair and her buttocks.
"Ah, that's better."