Barbara walked forward, prompted by the riding crop which would occasionally fall on her bare ass cheeks. She was totally concentrated as she walked, fearing that she may tip and fall. She was thankful for the shoes they gave her since they protected her feet in the forest path. Her hands were bent at the elbows behind her back and secured with a pair of handcuffs, giving her captors an unhindered view of her ass.
Barbara was wearing only the shoes and the handcuffs.
Her thoughts wandered off to when her ordeal began. She thought she was drugged at the party and remembered staggering towards the ladies' room. They had grabbed her there, causing her to wet herself. She was taken to a vehicle and she passed out.
The next thing she knew was waking up on a bed, face down.
She made several futile attempts to stand up, to no avail. She felt that her hands were tied to her back and this prevented her from getting up. She was too tired and weak and turned her head to a side and lay there.
Barbara lay there for what seemed like ages, trying to get comfortable in her posture as must as possible. For a moment she thought this was all a part of a dream and then realized it was not. She was kidnapped and she did not know by whom.
Following prolonged and agonizing wait, she heard some footsteps and a door being opened. The footsteps came closer, and she could see a shadow of a small statured man on the wall. She closed her eyes.
"Happy birthday little one," the man said in a mild voice and kept a small hand on her buttocks. It was then that she realized that she was naked.
Barbara kept her silence, despite the fright he gave her by fondling her buttocks.
"You have a nice, fat, hot ass. Since you wet your panties, we removed it. You were not conscious for us to seek permission," the man said. "Anyway, while you are here, you will have no need for material things such as clothes. Your life will begin again from today. So, it's a happy birthday."
Barbara was still silent, despite realizing her predicament was serious.
"Speak up you worthless slut! Don't you know your manners?" the man asked, slapping her ass hard. "Say thank you when I said happy birthday."
Barbara managed a faint "thank you."
"Good. Now let's get your fat ass moving. You must be in need of a pee, right?"
Barbara nodded, or attempted to nod.
"Speak up, or you will not get a chance for another 24 hours," the man said.
"Yes,"
"Yes what?"
Barbara suddenly felt humiliated. "I want to pee," she then managed.
"Okay, let us go" the man said, and helped her up. Naked, she sat on the bed.
"Well. You do have some nice jugs over here," the man said fondling her breasts. He was dressed in a t-shirt and denim trousers and was masked. He pinched her left nipple, eliciting a cry of pain from her. He responded by slapping her breast a few times really fast, eliciting more cries of pain.
"Let's go," he said, helping her up.
Barbara just staggered forward as her captor took her by her arm and guided her towards the toilet. He opened a door and pushed her in, slapping her ass as she went in.
"Hurry up. I have work to do," he said, and stood by the door.
Barbara looked at him helplessly. "Can I have a bit of privacy please?" she asked.
"No," he replied. "You can only have a pee"
"But," she protested, but realized that it will not do any good. Defeated, she sat on the toilet. She closed her eyes in quiet shame as she heard the sound of her piss falling down. His captor failed to utter a single word.
Once she was done, he stepped in, tore a piece of toilet paper and ordered her to stand up and spread her legs for him. Once he had wiped her pussy, he put the toilet paper to the toilet and flushed.
"Good" he said. "You know, one thing you will have to learn is that you will not be entitled to dignity here. You will have to forget of such a thing. Understood?"
Barbara looked at him in a mixture of terror and shame. She knew he was not bluffing.
"Yes," she said.
The man took Barbara to another room. There was a middle aged man seated by the table. He was also wearing a mask which covered the upper part of his face.
"Ah, happy birthday," he said, when she was pushed in.
It took a sharp pinching of her ass by her guardian for Barbara to be reminded of the thank you, which she offered immediately.
"Climb on to the table, squat and spread your legs. I want to inspect you," the middle aged man said.
Although she did not know, he had already done a rough inspection of her vagina following her capture. This was purely for entertainment and humiliation.
Of course, Barbara had to comply with the order. The small man helped her step on to a chair and then on to the table. Her shame was supreme as she squatted in front of the man and spread her legs.
"Well, she does have a nice pussy," the man said. "Except the trimmed bush, which will have to go."
"Yes she does," the other man agreed.
"Great. I think it is time we give her instructions on life here," the older man commented.
"Yes."
"We'll do it here, as she squats here like the slut she is."
Barbara did not see the other man nod.
"Ok slut," the older man said, rubbing her pussy. "What is your name?"
"Barbara."
"Not any more" said the man. "You will be whatever we wish to call you. Anything but your name, understood?"
Barbara nodded faintly.
"I do not think she understood," the younger man said.
"Yes. She is sentenced for ten lashes on each ass cheek for that infringement," the older man said.
"Wonderful," his friend said.
"Now, did you understand me slut?"
"Y... Yes," she stammered.
"Good. You will serve your punishment later. Now, you will always remember to treat all free men and women with respect. As for you, you are a slave. Got it?"
"Yes," she replied out of fear.
"Good," the man said, rubbing her clit gently. It hurt her but she dared reply. He then inserted a finger into her vagina, soliciting no real protest.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty one."
"Nice cunt this is" the elder man commented. "I see good prospects."
