Humiliating, that was the word for it. Chained, naked, spread eagle to the rough brick wall in the alley behind Le Sex Shoppe.
Jill and I sweated profusely, flexing our muscles, testing our bonds, to no avail. Drool from our lips surrounding the ball gags, dripped on our breasts and mixed with our sweat. One annoying string of it dangled from my hardened nipple. I twisted my body, swinging breasts, trying to fling it off.
The alley was dark, hot and humid, fetid with the stench of nearby dumpsters. Little scratches and squeaks of rats finding their rotten food filled me with dread that the rats might discover us and decide we should be their next meal.
A mere 20 yards away, the bright lights and hustling bustle of life in the city flowed past in the street at the end of the alley. Taxis honked insistenty and pedestrians hurried along, never giving a glance down the pitch black alley at the two gorgeous prisoners chained, awaiting their fate.
We might have dared to try to scream out around the tight ball gags strapped into our mouths, but Mandy stood watch, ready to zap us with the shock collars choking our necks. I thought I heard our bachelorette party approaching in the street. Not to difficult to recognize the screaming and laughing of eight extremely drunk women.
"Connie!! Jill!! Where are yooouuu?" Cathy the bride called out.
I didn't know whether to scream or just stay silent. On the one hand I really wanted to be rescued from our captivity. On the other, I would never live down the embarrassment of being found like this, juices flowing freely, running down my legs, mixing with the sweat of this hot Chicago night. The unbearable humiliation, my nipples hard as rocks, to be caught here with Jill, who had already collared me earlier tonight, on my knees, in front of all of them, would be too much. I'd have to quit my job, leaving this town, my job, and all my ex-friends behind.
It turns out I never had to make that decision to scream or not. Jill did it for me, yelling as loudly as she could manage from behind the ball gag. We both received the instant punishment from our shock collars, causing blinding pain as our bodies contorted as much as the chains which held our limbs tightly spread eagle allowed. Mandy slapped Jill across her face and breasts, already tender from the stripes of the whipping she received earlier.
"Shut the fuck up, Cunt" hissed Mandy in a forceful whisper, pulling Jill's face roughly away from the street and down the alley by the straps of her gag harness.
"Shhhhh. I hear something" Cathy said peering into the gloom of the alley.
All eight pairs of the girl's eyes were now intensely focused on the darkness ahead of them as they began to creep down the alley. I watched in horror, fearing any second we would be discovered, as they stared straight at us, unseeing in the blackness of the alley.
A rat had crept close to Jill and Mandy, attracted by Jill's scent and the sweat which had been splashed to the ground when Mandy slapped her breasts. Mandy looked at the approaching rat and gave it a kick with the point of her stiletto. The rat screeched and took off running up the alley toward the approaching girls.
The screaming and total chaos as the girls saw the rat and ran drunkenly in every direction at once to avoid it would have been comical to Connie, if she wasn't chained to the wall just feet away. The rat, selecting the path of least resistance turned and ran back into the alley, screeching past the chained girls, as the bachelorette party flew back out into the street. Neither was ever seen or heard from again.
The black stretch limousine eased up the alley from the direction the rat had fled, slowly splashing though the pot holes filled with putrid water. It's headlights were off as it pulled to a stop, rear door facing the girls.
Connie hadn't been in a limo since her high school prom. She was almost looking forward to the ride with a thrill. "We will be taken to this party in style, perhaps. Just like fancy big wigs."
Mandy freed Jill from her chains, glaring at her. "Just try something you fucking slut. I'll make you sorry you were ever born."
I watched as Don opened the limo door and Mandy shoved Jill inside. He followed Mandy in afterwards and slammed the door. There seemed to be some sort of fight breaking out in the limo, lots of thumping and muffled shouting followed by a piercing scream which sounded a lot like Mandy. After a minute or so the ruckus had calmed down and Don and Mandy tumbled out of the limo door.
Don's shirt was untucked and half his shirt buttons had been ripped open. "Fuck. You gotta hand it to that bitch. She doesn't get her way and you'll get hurt."
"Tell me about it, Don" Mandy replied, licking the blood from her split lip, pulling her tight skirt back down onto her thighs. "She had my nipple twisted so hard and wouldn't let go, even when I gave her the full zap with the collar. She must have an extremely high tolerance for pain. We'll have to find out just how high at the party."
Mandy gave Connie one of her evil grins. "Your not going to give us trouble like your girlfriend, I hope." I shook my head vigorously, feeling myself getting wet at the thought of what Jill might have done to me if we had made it back to her apartment and I resisted her advances.
Don unchained me from the wall and pushed me into the limousine. At first my eyes were blinded by the flashing mood lights in the ceiling and I was pushed forward roughly by Don and Mandy, stumbling as I half walked, half crawled my way. My eyes had just opened when I was thrown into a seat just across from Jill, now sporting a fresh bruise on her cheek and a bloody nose.
Straps were quickly fastened to my wrists, forearms, and ankles before I could even begin to struggle. More straps on my thighs spread my legs wide open, another across my chest, crushing my breasts painfully, and a final strap went across my forehead, pulling my head back into the headrest. I could not move a muscle except in my fingers and toes. I was completely immobilized. The realization of that helplessness hit me hard and I could feel an orgasm growing in my pussy as my fantasies became reality yet again.
Don and Mandy fell back into the bench at the rear of the limo as I became more aware of my surroundings. Not only was Jill strapped in tightly across from me, but four other beautiful slaves were also held tightly in place in seats of their own. They all seemed to be bouncing and writhing, bathed in the garish pink, red and violet pulsating mood lighting. Then I noticed why.
These seats had no cushion except on under our thighs and the outer edge of our asses. In the open space below were a variety of fucking machines. Large dildos attached to powerful pistons aimed directly at our assholes and vaginas. Jill's and mine were not yet activated but our fellow slaves were being forcibly fucked in all their holes. I heard little hisses and puffs of air as small jets shot lubricant onto the dildos, keeping them wet and slick.
I suddenly realized that the air was pungent with the aromas these slaves gave off, as the plungers worked them over at a frantic pace. Powerful vibrators pressed against their clits, as one after the other grunted out orgasm after orgasm, eyes rolled back into their heads or occasionally darted around taking in the torture of their fellow slaves.
"I think that's enough for now, girls" came a voice from the seat at the head of the passenger compartment. A light came on suddenly over the head of a very rugged and handsome middle aged man, dressed in a fine evening tuxedo. He looked at Jill and me, smiling, as if unaware of the contast between our bound nudity and his own elegant apparel.
He pressed a few buttons on the iPad mounted to the armrest in front of him and the pistons and vibrators withdrew into the seats, leaving the other slaves panting and trembling, moaning in either relief it was over or agony of a denied orgasm.
"Allow me to introduce myself for the benefit of our new guests, Connie and Jill. My name is Mr Blackwell, and in case it's not obvious to you, I am the one who owns you. Well...for the next few hours anyway. It is through my own generosity that you have been able to avoid prison time for your various sins, crimes, and debts. The contract you signed obligates you to serve my guests as sex slaves at up to five parties over the next few months."
"This is the first party for Connie and Jill but the rest of you have enjoyed at least one or two, maybe three. You will find that other than the parties you must attend, there is little else I require of you. You may live your life as you chose, but, as the contract states, you must remain in the city until your obligation is fulfilled and also you must avoid doing any drugs which might diminish your value to my guests."
"In exchange for this relatively modest request the criminal evidence which I hold will not be released to the police and will be returned to you after the fifth party. Should you break your signed contract, or if I feel you have not been living up to your duties to please my guests to the best of your abilities, you find find yourself at the mercy of the courts and headed to a lengthy prison term and a ruined life."
"If you think you stand a chance in the courts please think again. The police, prosecutors, and judges you will face are the same ones you will likely be meeting at the party tonight. I control them every bit as much as I control you. A little blackmail goes a long way in this city, as I am sure you understand by now."
"Are there any questions?" I watched in horror as Jill twisted her head beneath the strap toward Mr Blackwell and began to scream from behind the gag what was easily recognizable as a stream of profanity directed at our host.
