No Choice Pt 03

As I was placed in the trunk of Akeem's car. I was thinking that at least I had escaped the police, but I was not very sure if this alternative was better.

At that very moment I was locked inside a bag, in the trunk of a car that was directed in a place I did not know, restrained by cuffs and leather that I did not have the keys of, with an international warrant for my arrest.

At least I was out of the cupboard and I had the chance to use the bathroom, but the situation didn't seem much better.

On top of that I didn't have a clear sense of what I agreed with Akeem. I understood that it was something very serious, even dangerous. But other than that, no clue.

I had no idea how much the car drove on the road, but finally it stopped and, after some more time, someone lifted me from the trunk.

I could only moan and I felt cramped all over my body, and the only relief was when finally the straps were opened and they let me out of the bag.

As I looked around, I found myself in a room, and Irina was there.

I immediately asked to be freed from the cuffs, but I still had a bit locked in my mouth.

"I will free your mouth but you better use it to eat than to talk."

She placed me on a chair and removed my gag.

"But..."

"Keep silent." She said, shoving a piece of bread in my mouth. While munching I took a look around the room.

"Master told me to keep you here, out of sight. No one even has to know you are here."

I moved my cuffs, to tell her to open them.

She obviously understood, but she continued as if nothing was coming off.

"Honey, I do not have tools or keys, so you have to stay like this. Do not protest because I brought these."

From the bag where I had traveled she picked up the spreader bar and the bells.

I stood there defeated, munching the food she was handing me.

She fed me, made me drink from a glass and helped me to the bathroom, again.

And finally she told me to sleep on the bed in the room.

"Like this?" I asked her softly, not to incur any punishment.

"Yes. Like this. If you want I can provide you with something...."

And she took out a butterfly vibrator.

As I leaned on the bed, she moved the sides of the thing under the straps going through my crotch and then started to crank the vibrations, until I started to moan and move my abdomen.

"You make too much noise." And swiftly she placed the bit between my teeth even before I had the chance to say a single "no".

She then left my side and closed the light as she left the room.

I was restrained and vibrated in complete darkness in a place I did not know.

And I came, not once but at least four times before relaxing enough to fall asleep. I was amazed by my body's response to the whole situation.

I do not remember what I dreamt that night, but the feelings I got was to have left any control, to be nobody, to be noone.

And amazing to say, it was a wonderful sensation. Terrible but overall wonderful.

After the blacksmith finishes riveting that contraption on me, I can test the restriction on my arms. It's severe but not total, obviously I'm not able to reach my face and my crotch, but I can still touch my tits. Thanks for all the little things.

As I'm assessing the situation, the blacksmith enters with another thing for my Asian companion.

He makes her lift one foot then the other and I see that two metal rings are going up her legs. There is something else connected to these things but the big man is somewhat blocking my vision. As he moves around her I see he is placing a belt on her midriff, the rings on the leg are suspended by chains and once in position they will reach her thighs. They have a couple of d-rings on the inside of the legs.

On the sides of the waist belt there are some manacles hanging. They are open, waiting.

There are a couple of popping sounds as the belt is closed and then the blacksmith forces a wrist in one of the manacles and pops a couple of rivets to set it close.

She opposes some resistance with the other one but he quickly finishes the job.

It's a little bit late to be assaulted by doubts, from my point of view.

I remain calm when my turn comes, but as I feel any shred of mobility getting away, there is a quiet desperation creeping in me.

What the hell have I put my sorry ass into?

The Asian girl is starting to moan her desperation and it is pulling me. I fight it thinking about the big prize and about the agreement I made with Akeem. If we did count it right, starting today, we are at an eight year distance from my freedom.

The next morning, after what I can still debate if it is worth considering an escape or an imprisonment, I woke up in a haze of lust followed by abject terror once I found that all the restraints James had put me in the day before, were still firmly locked on my body.

Irina sat at my bedside, reading a magazine of some sort. As she caught my movements, she started to look at me, apparently oblivious to my confusion.

As my mind cleared, I again took stock of my predicament and asked mumbling through the gag why I was still locked.

With a bored face she told me.

"Plausible deniability. My boss is still thinking about what to do with you. I suggested that we could put you back in the cupboard and give the next tenant a fantastic welcome home gift. Or horrific, depending on how much time that apartment will stay unoccupied."

I could not read her, I could not assess if she was joking or not. The simple fact that they did not have the keys to my restraints was probably enough to explain my situation, but I could not be sure.

Keeping the gag in place she helped me to rise from the bed and to walk to the little bathroom adjoined to the room we were in.

There was light coming from windows near the ceiling, so I thought that maybe I was being kept in a room underground, some sort of basement.

After a brief pause on the loo, I returned to the room and I was freed from the gag, with the order to keep my mouth shut, and spoon fed my breakfast, toast, eggs, and some juice.

Beside the leather strips I was actually naked, Irina was dressed in simple jeans and t-shirt.

In the light of the day I could see that she was clearly Slavic, and a beautiful girl.

"Are you ok?" She asked when she had decided I had had enough breakfast.

I nodded and mumbled that I was fed up with all those restraints.

"Did you get off, in these?"

She was hinting at the corset and at the manacles.

"Yes."

"You are really a beautiful cookie."

She was inspecting my body. Well, I train, so I am toned, I have muscular legs, and ample shoulders, my blondish hair are cut short, and my breasts are well round and tight, still.

I had seen a lot of colleagues naked in the gym showers to appreciate my body and to find it pleasant.

The only thing that I would really have is height, that is not a gift I possess.

That was the main reason why the job of storing me in a gym bag had not been too difficult.

"Go to the bed."

It was more of an order than a request. I sprung up from the seat without using my hands and with the stick still between my knees, I shuffled towards the bed on the other side of the room.

As I sat on it, she rose from the table and with a swift movement, she took her shirt out from her head.

I could see her breast bouncing down as they were free from the thing. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were sticking out from the curves of her globes.

Swiftly, she loosened the belt of her jeans, leaving the force of gravity to do the rest. Gracefully, still with her underwear on, she leapt out of the clumped garment leaving it on the floor. Her eyes were on me, and it excited my core.

Irina knelt on the floor right in front of me, her eyes fixed on mine.

Still looking at me, she came down with her tongue on my nipples. I was honestly surprised by the reaction of my own body, both of them became hard and engorged in record time, my hands, still locked at my waist, were trying to reach her, but instead I could only touch her breasts, and I was indeed feeling an urge to touch. This whole thing had taken a turn that I had not foreseen, but it was not unpleasant.

During all my gymnastics years, I have been around locker rooms and showers, and I have seen my share of young women naked. I have to confess that sometimes I have been thinking about them, but I have never been brave enough to act on this idea. Maybe I was not sure if I could bring myself to find pleasure with another girl,

Yet the whole thing was beginning to feel interesting, even arousing. I could feel my own nipples getting hard under her lips and then she used her hands to push me down with my back on the bed.

I still had the spreader bar between my knees, so my pussy was clearly exposed before her, and she obliged getting to work first on my labia, then further into my crevasse.

That was definitely a first and yet, another time, my own body surprised me with its own reaction. The simple fact that my wrists were still tied to the corset, thus making my hands useless, was fueling my own libido.

I felt used, exactly like a beast in a farm, like a cow, like a goat. Like a horse.

From my position on the bed, I could only see the top of her head moving up and down as she was ravaging my sex. Without losing contact with my vagina, she deftly straightened up just enough to slide her panties down her legs, and finally she climbed on the bed positioning her own sex in front of my face.

She was shaved, and that made evident how much fluid she was dripping.

The message was absolutely clear and I did not have to make a fool of myself, so as she leaned on me, I immediately started to eat her pussy.

Soon the whole room was filled with our sounds and the smell of our juices, it was intoxicating. And finally I came without any shame, pulling at my own restraint, my face flooded by her fluid.

The smell was overpowering my sense, at that point I must say that I have never felt something so charged and powerful before.

As she lifted her body, I remained still, breathing heavily on the bed, still trying to compute what had just happened.

In my haze, I felt her taking the pole from between my legs, then a tool made an appearance and she started to cut the padlocks still closed on my restraints.

It took me a while to understand that, after a lot of time, I was going to get free again.

And reality hit as she broke the locks on my wrist cuffs and started to open the corset around my belly.

After I noticed that she had been quite careful to cut only the padlocks so that the ensemble that James had bought me was effectively intact and could be used again.

I wondered what the purpose of this care was.

"Ok, there is a shower over there, you reek."

I got the message and, on still trembling legs, I lifted myself up from the bed and stumbled in the general direction of the bathroom, to welcome my regained freedom by going to the loo by myself.

As I finished my business, I came back to the room, just to find it empty. Irina was nowhere to be seen, the door was closed, just the table was in the middle and it was empty.

I looked around searching for clothes or something, but after a while I found that I was to stay in the towel that was around my body.

I sat on the bed and thought about my situation: no clothes, no documents, no one aware of my whereabouts. I really had no control over my situation.

Yet I had the feeling I was not in danger, maybe I would have to concede something but I was being taken care of.

Irina came some time later and she got me some clothes, nothing fancy. Later that night we took a walk outside. As I suspected, my room was in the basement of this mansion, and all around the building there was a very luxurious garden.

"Right now, they are looking for you, so you will have to stay hidden during the day. We have to let the situation sort itself out and it will take time."

Lucky for me, in another room of the basement there was a gym, with a stairmaster, a tapis roulant, some other tools and I asked if I could train.

Irina told me that she would go there with me. And this led to another part of my story. Actually she was the only person I had contact with for the next month, and I think that the first time we had some sexual contact, that very first time, had stirred something in me. So, sometimes, she slept with me in that bed, or we kissed and made out on the benches of the little gym. And don't get me started on the showers. I still cannot profess myself a lesbian, and neither is Irina, or so I think, but surely we had a lot of fun together. And sometimes I found myself dreaming of her buttocks, toned and firm, of her breasts round and shapely, and of her glistening vagina. At the same time, I felt longing for James and his cock exploring my pussy.

One day, Irina was spooning behind me in my bed, and as I was awakening I got the clear sensation that there was someone else in the room with us.

As I opened my eyes, I found Akeem sitting at the table in the room.

It was hot in there and we were both sleeping in the nude, and by instinct I tried to cover myself using the linen, all the while trying to wake her up.

"What the...." There were the first words sprouting from her mouth. I was quick enough to make her stop, and as she took stock of the situation she slid out of the bed, picking her clothes as she moved around the room.

I had the clear feeling that she was purposely not looking at him in the eyes, perhaps she had crossed some kind of boundaries attaching to me in that way.

She dressed quickly and scurried out of the room.

I didn't even worry to dress up, after all, he had already seen what there was to see, so it seemed not so important.

If this was upsetting him he gave no sign to acknowledge that.

"I see you have made yourself at home." His tone was calm, but I knew he had all my future in his hands.

"I must say that I cannot express my gratitude for all the help you have provided me in this situation. I bet this exposes you to some kind of risk in this situation."

"Well, it is not the kind of trouble that you are facing, but nonetheless..."

I then decided to put it bluntly, not to walk around the point.

"What are you going to do? What are we going to do?"

He seemed to appreciate my take, and he stood silent as if thinking about the next move. He was pondering his words.

"Right now, as I see it, you have two choices. First, you give yourself to the Authorities and let the matters take their course, wherever this may take you. Second, you remain here as my guest, but we have to find a way to make it worth the risk I'm taking, harboring a fugitive, exploring what you told me the night I took you from the apartment. Did I miss something?"

I wrapped my head around his words and I did not find any other solution either. Obviously I was not enthusiastic about giving myself to the Authorities and I tried to explain what I was thinking.

"I don't want to go to prison, but I want to find a way to get enough money to make myself a new life. Can you help me?"

"And could you do for me to get all this money?"

My thoughts were bouncing around in my brain, and I blurted.

"I could run for you!" I regretted those words the exact moment they left my lips, but it is not like I did have any other choice. And also it was something I had talked about with James, so it really could be a viable chance.

"Ok, I will think about it. Now, you can do whatever you want with Irina, but I would advise you to use the utmost caution. And please, try to look somewhat different. We do not want you to be recognized, do we?"

He rose from the chair and left the room leaving me to wonder where the whole discussion was going to lead me.