I can do this.
Ok, my breathing's closer to normal now. I've got the crying under control. Time to take stock. What can I figure out like this? I'm naked, that's the first thing I know for sure. Totally naked. I'm on my knees, and can feel the hardwood floor on my skin. I'm bent over my knees completely, so that my breasts and the side of my face rests on the floor. My wrists are tightly bound behind me. My arms just above the elbows are restrained as well. I can't move them at all. It feels like it could be a belt, or leather strap. Even my thumbs are locked together, by some sort of metal cuffs. I try to move my feet, but a small chain between my ankles restricts them. It can't be more than a few inches.
My face, the blackness now....I think I'm starting to figure it out. There's a hood over my head. It feels really tight. Might even be skintight. It's not fabric. It feels rougher than that, like leather or suede. And my mouth. There is something enormous filling my mouth. It almost feels like a cock, or...like a dildo, that's it. I can't talk, or even move my tongue around it. Is it plastic? It feels sort of like plastic, but softer. There are no ear or eye holes in this hood. Just nose holes, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to breathe. But aside from that, my head and face are sealed in this thing. It goes down around my neck. It must be locked around it. The tears and the snot from my nose are making this even more uncomfortable. Nothing I can do about it now.
Maybe whoever struck me is gone now, or at least not paying attention, now that I'm quiet. As slowly and quietly as I can, I try to rise up, but I only get maybe six inches. There's a chain attached to my neck. It goes to a bolt-hole on the floor. I can feel it as I nudge against it.
I am stuck in this horribly uncomfortable position, and that's when my real predicament becomes all too clear.
The last thing I remember was riding in the shuttle after landing in the Bahamas. I must have been drugged in the shuttle, which means something happened to my husband too. Was he kidnapped and taken here as well? Or left behind so that someone would be there to pay my ransom? I don't even want to think of the other alternatives.
The floor lurches. Then it lurches again. I've got it. I'm on a ship. Oh God, I'm out to sea? How could this possibly get any worse?
I feel footsteps on the floor. Amazing how a hardwood floor and lack of most of your senses sharpen whatever's left. Boots, with heels. Then I hear talking. I can't make out the words. This damn hood muffles things too much. But the voice sounds calm, unhurried, but cold, authoritative. I hear some more talking, then a moment of silence, and then...
Screaming! Someone is screaming. It sounds like a woman. There's another woman being held down here like this? Her screams don't last long. I think I hear something striking flesh. I can feel the vibration from her reaction through the floor. Then her screams are suddenly muffled. They must be shoving a dildo gag like this one in her mouth. Then other indistinct sounds. More footsteps. Heavier, and another sound. Maybe she's being dragged across the floor?
More sounds. God, they're so muffled. As if she's being strapped to something in front of me, and then...
Thwack!
Oh my god, I think she's just been whipped. She screams in pain, but it's muffled by the gag now. She's whipped again. Then it starts in earnest. Someone just keeps whipping her, in a steady even rhythm. The poor thing cries out with every strike. Oh god, not me. Please, not me too.
I'm remembering now: my husband and I were going to a fetish-BDSM themed resort in Florida. It looked like a fun way to spice up our life. This couldn't be it, could it? I don't remember anything like this in the online tour. And it was on the island we landed on. No need for us to be on a ship. Oh God, please let this just be a kinky resort thing.
