Part of the Mz Rainbow series, best read in order but all are stand alone works.
The email came in the middle of the week and caught her by surprise. She read it in the bathroom at work, not wanting to risk anybody seeing it over her shoulder. It read...
"A place has become available at short notice for one of our weekend parties which matches a subset of your desires. This event is rated as "Intense" and if not suitable for all our members, however, we think you might enjoy it. It meets several of your desires that our regular gatherings will not. It is also a weekend long trip away. If you are available this coming weekend and can commit, please reply in the next 4 hours."
She realized she was short of breath and flushed, butterflies in her stomach betraying her desire.
"Count me in" was all her reply said.
The reply came less than an hour later as she sat at her desk, trying to fathom an Excel sheet. Without thinking she picked up and unlocked her phone when it lit up with a notification and as she read the message she felt her stomach drop, the sudden realization that anybody could have overseen it combined with its implications.
"Excellent. Your transport will pick you up at 3pm on Saturday from your address. Dress casually and pack light, everything will be taken care of."
That was Wednesday lunchtime, and it took an age to reach Saturday.
She was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, a small holdall at her feet, waiting for the car to pick her up when through the slim window panel in the door she saw a dark and slightly battered transit van pulled up on the pavement outside. Two men got out, one tall and stocky, the other small and wirey. They both headed to her door, the smaller one trailing and checking the clipboard. Both were dressed in dark boilersuits and work boots.
"What the hell is this, a sofa delivery or something?" She said to herself as there was a brisk knock on the door. She didn't want to deal with these tradesmen to delay her ride to the party, and they'd taken the only space outside her house.
She unlocked the door and opened it enough to see what they wanted. When the tall stocky guy said her name, she confirmed and barely had time to be confused before he was pushing his way in, bundling her backward and then picking her up off the ground, one hand around her waist and the other clamped over her mouth. His smaller partner stepped in behind him, closing the door and putting his clipboard down on the hall table.
She kicked and writhed against the man holding her but there was almost no point, she wasn't going anywhere. Her summer sandals came off her feet as he held her off the ground and the wirey one stepped up close, getting between are kicking legs.
He pulled her hands forward and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists, and then in a clearly well-practiced move, pushed a large red ball gag into her mouth as her captor released his hand. She'd not even had time to try and scream before her jaw was pushed wide open and the gag jammed in and buckled tight.
The smaller assailant stepped back for a second and the bigger one shifted to get a better grip on her, letting her get her feet to the ground.
The man in front of her then produced a large pair of mortician scissors from a side pocket and held them up to show her.
"Less wiggling around unless you want to end up being nipped with these." He told her, stepping forward and nearly cutting her summer dress off and a couple of snips. Her knickers were next, then both bra straps and between the cups. With a magician's flourish, he pulled the last of her clothes away dropping them in a heap with the dress. She now stood stark bollock naked, gagged, and cuffed, in her own hallway, in front of two strangers.
Working together again they uncuffed her hands and then recuffed them behind her back, through the stair rails, at no point giving her any chance to slip from their grasp or run.
They stepped back and stared at her, not leering, but inspecting her.
The smaller one produced a plastic carrier bag from another pocket and scooped up her ruined clothes into it. The sandals he tucked under the hall table with her other shoes as if it was the most normal thing in the world, picking up his clipboard as he did so.
"Anything special?" Asked the taller one, sounding almost bored.
The wirey guy ran his finger down the clipboard and shook his head.
"Nah, three holes and electrics, like the last one. What size do you reckon? Too short for a medium but those tits will be a squeeze into a small."
The taller one stepped forward, producing an old-fashioned tape measure from another side pocket and looped it around her chest, totally oblivious to her squirming and struggling.
"Nah, small will be fine. Bit tight, but nothing more than normal."
He pointed a the carrier bag on the floor. "Bloody good bra that love, I was sure you'd be bigger than that."
He was right, it had been a great bra, and expensive too. She'd chosen it this morning because the invite might have said "dress casual" but there was no way she didn't want to look hot as fuck when she stepped out of the car. God only knows how she'd arrive now.
"Right then, small it is." said the wirey one. "You live here alone love?"
She nodded.
"OK to leave you to stew in your own juices then." He turned his back on her and addressed his workmate.
"Come give me a hand would you, I've got her keys, so we can get back in," he said, holding up her keyring, something else he'd picked up from the hall table.
As the front door closed her head spun. She'd been waiting for a car and driver, imagining a luxury ride for an hour. She remembered her frustration at these two appearing. It literally wasn't 2 minutes since they'd knocked on her door and here she was stripped, cuffed, gagged, and assessed as "fine for a small" whatever that meant.
She tried to read the clipboard on the side table. There were lists of names, forum screen names she guessed, too small to read, under headings she could read. "Ornamental", "Entertainment" and "Service" all sounded innocuous in themselves, but the last group put a spin on all the others.
"Urinals," it said, in terrifying bold black letters.
She desperately tried to work out where his finger had stopped or spot her name, but the clipboard was just too far. Her mind reeled at the implications. Ornamental had Gord overtones. Entertainment and Service couldn't be that bad could they, but "Urinals" horrified her.
Before she could think about it anymore the door opened again and they were back, one walking backwards as they carried between them the sort of loose-planked wooden crate that the terrorists in a movie have stuffed with a rocket launcher or Indiana Jones finds the treasure.
It was about as long as she was tall and had hemp rope loops that they carried it by. Now she understood what a "small" was, it was the box she was going to be packed in and transported to the party.
Years of hardcore bondage porn, Insex, Hardtied, Public Disgrace, and Gord among them had filled her head with this imagery.
The top came off the crate and was set to one side, various things were taken out of it and piled to the side and then men moved efficiently to pack her up.
A posture collar was buckled around her throat, keeping her head held high and straight. With her jaw already wide open with the gag it was very restrictive. Her hair was pulled back into a short neat ponytail with surprising gentleness. There was no roughness or malice in these guys' work, they were quick, efficient, and workmen-like. Despite being naked and she hoped, attractive, they didn't ogle her or grope her when they touched her, she was an object to them, something to be packaged up and delivered. She could only wonder at how often they did this. Didn't one of them mention "same as the others"? Was she not their only stop today? Was she the last? How long was she going to be in that box? She tried to stay calm.
A wide leather strap was looped around her waist and cinched tight. Her wrists were uncuffed from the stairs and recuffed to D rings set into the belt on either side of her waist. Only then did she notice the collar was chained to the stairs and an actual padlock keeping her tethered there, they were taking no chances, not that she was about to make a dash for it to the door, naked, cuffed, and deep in suburbia.
Two leather belts were looped around her, one above her breasts, one below. When they were pulled tight they held her arms in place and squeezed out her tits, which were pulled into place over the belts by callused hands.
"Best get the electrics in place before we box her up" she heard the wirey one say, and the big guy spun her round to face away from the door by her shoulders.
