For Hannah, the drive from campus seemed to take an eternity. She had no idea where they were heading or what to expect when they got there but figured it couldn't be anything good. Panicked, all she could do though was sit naked, with her legs spread wide, wedged in the middle of the back seat between Carla and Sandra. The two girls were taking great pleasure in furthering Hannah's torment and degradation. She could only sit, eyes clenched shut in shame and fear, as she felt their hands all over her body, twisting and pinching her nipples, sliding up and down her goosebumped flesh. There were fingers shoved in and out of her abused pussy the entire time, pumping hard and only removed long enough to be brought to Hannah's mouth where she was forced to lick them clean, tasting herself. Finally, the car came to a sharp stop and Hannah opened her eyes, seeing they were parked in front of a relatively non-descript small house just off campus.
"Here we are bitch," Leslie said, looking back at Hannah. "Welcome to your new life!"
Hannah's heart was pounding as her four captors opened their doors and got out of the car, pulling the naked girl out with them and marching her across the lawn toward the house. It was late but Hannah glanced nervously up and down the street, hoping that she wouldn't be seen exposed like she was. Sandra stepped to the front and unlocked the door as they reached the porch and Carla and Sharon prodded Hannah through the doorway.
"P.please...can't you just let me go? You don't have to do this..." Hannah begged, looking around at the girls surrounding her.
"Shut up, bitch," Leslie snarled, as she tightened her hold on Hannah's arm. "You're ours now."
The living room loomed large around Hannah, the eclectic mix of gothic decor and dim lighting casting ominous shadows on the walls. A chill swept through her as she was thrust forward, her knees buckling before she was caught by firm hands and pushed into the center of the room.
"Aw, look at her tremble," Sharon giggled. "She's like a scared little rabbit."
"Perfect for what we have in mind," Carla added, her voice unsettlingly calm.
Sandra circled Hannah like a predator, her eyes roaming up and down the naked girl's body. "We're going to have so much fun breaking you in. Turning you into our little plaything."
Hannah felt their eyes on her, roaming up and down her exposed body, stripping away any semblance of control she thought she had left. Her chest heaved with panicked breaths, her heart pounding. The very idea of them using her, degrading her, sent waves of dread crashing down upon her.
"Let's start simple," Leslie mused, taking charge as she always did. "Sharon, grab that small table over there and bring it here. Sandra, do you have any duct tape?"
"I do," Sandra replied, her lips twisting into a cruel smile. "Give me a second, I'll be right back."
As Sandra walked out of the room, the other three girls pushed Hannah down over the end table, bending her forward. Hannah whimpered at the rough treatment, feeling her breasts pushed down on the cool table top and her legs shoved apart. Sandra came hurrying back holding up a silver roll of duct tape and went to work pulling off strips to bind Hannah to the table. Her legs were taped tightly at the ankle to one set of table legs and then her arms yanked forward and down to be taped similarly to the other set of legs. Standing back, the four girls admired their prize, watching Hannah's nude form rise and fall with each nervous breath.
Hannah waited helplessly, wondering what the girls had in store for her. She was scared, more scared than she had ever been. But she couldn't deny that she was also excited. She'd already been teased and toyed with repeatedly and her pussy was craving more despite her terror. A hand sliding over her bare ass brought her focus back to her predicament.
"Such a cute little toy," Leslie cooed mockingly as she lightly traced her fingers over Hannah's bottom. "Now the real fun begins."
Hannah could only watch and listen as the goth girls busied themselves around her, retrieving objects that they were careful to keep Hannah from being able to see. Unable to do anything else, Hannah tried to keep herself calm, knowing that whatever was coming would be more intense than anything she'd experienced before in her life.
Leslie stepped forward, the soles of her boots clicking against the hardwood floor. In her hand, she held a pink dog collar, its bright, cheerful color a stark contrast to the dark energy that permeated the room. She dangled it before Hannah's eyes, a devilish gleam playing across her face.
"Let's get this on you," Leslie commanded, her voice low and unyielding. "Maybe it'll begin to help you understand your place here."
Leslie reached down and wrapped it around Hannah's neck, the metal buckle clinking as she secured it in place. The strap tightened, not enough to choke, but enough for Hannah to feel the constriction as the cool leather hugged her throat.
"Aw just look at her," Sharon cackled as the girls gathered around. "Our new little pet ready to begin her new life."
"Isn't she just going to be the perfect toy?" Carla mused aloud, staring down at the helpless girl and sliding a finger up along Hannah's exposed pussy.
"This collar is just a start, pet," Leslie added. "We can't wait to mold you into something new. Can't go too far though. We want to keep that innocent, naive look you have going for you...for now."
Hannah's face burned with a shame that was at odds with the deeper, darker stirrings within her. To be exposed and displayed like this, reduced to nothing more than an object of entertainment was degrading, yes, but also undeniably arousing.
"Look at her," Sandra sneered, her voice laced with contempt. "Naked, tied up, ready for anything we want to do to her.
"And soaking wet," Carla added, holding up her fingers covered in wetness from Hannah's aching pussy. "I think this stupid bitch is getting off on all of this."
A chorus of laughter echoed from the goth girls, their taunts weaving an oppressive tapestry around Hannah's psyche. "Not so high and mighty now, are you?" Sharon's mocking tone was a lash, each word striking Hannah's already raw sense of self.
Hannah sensed one of the girls moving around her and looked up, seeing Sandra starting to circle her helpless body while holding up her cell phone. Watching as Sandra circled her, Hannah felt as though another piece of her dignity was being captured, stored away for the amusement of who knew who else.
