The pale glow of the moonlight illuminated the forest floor as I made my way through the dense underbrush. The snapping of twigs and leaves as the chains dragged along the ground rusting with every step. Mud caked on the bottom of my boots and the rain held my wet hair to my face reducing my visibility. A shiver ran up my spine as I was soaked.
I tried to be quiet but with my limited mobility, I could only be so stealthy, and not to mention I was trying to run, trying that is. I needed to pick up the pace as I attempted to jump over a fallen log, my leg chain grabbed a broken-off limb causing me to trip. I tried to catch my fall but with my hands cuffed around my waist to my belt it was of no use.
I landed on the soft ground, the soaked dirt had turned the forest floor into a mud pit as it splattered and covered what was left of my orange jumpsuit that wasn't soaked due to the downpour. Mud covered my hair and face and mixed with drool from behind my gag pooling down onto the ground. Before I could clamber to my feet a spotlight shone on me as Liz stepped on my back forcing me back down into the mud. "Well looks like you have been caught. That means back to prison for you and a nice little fucktoy for me and Rebecca for the week before you are sold."
She smiled at Rebecca who had just caught up as she came out of the darkness. She opened her bag and pulled out a large black strap. Sliding it over her tight uniform which stuck to her like a second skin due to not a single part of her being dry. She slid her hand along the shaft smiling down at me. "I think we ought to have some fun with her here in the mud before we bring her back. I like her being all dirty like this. A prisoner face down, ass up, and cuffed in a pit of sludge mixed with her own drool."
Liz grabbed my hips pulling them toward her as she grabbed the waistband of my uniform pulling my pants to my knees and exposing my bare ass to the moonlit sky. Rebecca dropped to her knees. Spitting on the rubber monster she rammed it inside me. I let out a moan that echoed through the dark forest, Liz stood and grinned as Rebecca pumped deeper and deeper. What had I gotten myself into?
It all started about a month ago, I was visiting Pennsylvania on holiday trying to spend some time away from my soulless job as a receptionist for a large finance firm. It was a low-paying horrible job I doubt anyone even noticed I was gone. I had rented a small cabin in the woods close to a quaint little village. Quiet enough for me to do some writing and take a good nap after an afternoon stroll through the shops downtown.
I had gotten into writing Bondage short stories recently as a way to play out some fantasies in my head and get them on paper. Some of them were a bit intense and with no significant other currently, I needed an outlet. Not to mention quite a few people enjoyed reading them and a few often sent in suggestions for new works. Some would even request personal stories and I would earn a little extra cash on the side which always helped. I hoped to finish a story I had been working on that someone had requested personally. They offered to pay double my usual rate and proposed a topic I actually had multiple fantasies about. Not to mention I wanted to do a little selfbondage since I would have the place to myself and no interruptions.
I pulled in under the sprawling oaks just turning orange and yellow with the autumn season as the tires crunched over the new fallen leaves, I made my way up the drive to the cabin. Pulling under the small carport and making my way onto the porch, my key turned in the lock as the door swung open. The cabin was small, one room with a covered porch on the front and back. The view from the rear porch was a sloping hill down to a dense forest overrun with the colors of autumn that stretched out into the morning sun.
I unpacked, threw on a cute outfit, and spent the afternoon browsing some local shops and grabbing dinner at a mom-and-pop restaurant on the edge of town. When I arrived back home I threw my bags on the couch and pulled my suitcase out from under the bed. Stripping I pulled out a ring gag and a pair of wrist cuffs. I promptly gagged myself and secured the restraints with small padlocks. Making my way to the table I opened my computer and sat down to type.
I loved writing my stories while in bondage, it made it feel more personal. Thinking to myself what if I was the girl in those stories what would I want done to me? The one I was trying to finish currently had been requested by a couple who wanted a story about an escaped prisoner who was being hunted by the guards. However, when she was caught the guards never reported it and claimed she escaped. They then took her back to the prison and to the abandoned mental wing where they restrained her in a cell and kept her as their own personal fuck toy.
I had prison fantasies of my own as well as a few capture fantasies so this was right up my alley. After two or so hours I wrapped it up and sent it off to the provided email. I then spent the rest of the night adding a few more restraints and playing with some of my toys until the sunset and I fell asleep.
The next day I slept in, and did a bit of cleaning and cooking but not much else. I took a nice nap and some reading but decided to stay in for the afternoon.
At about 6 pm I opened my computer and decided to scroll through one of my favorite bondage hookup sites. It was lesser known but I had used it a few times in the past to find a few cute girls that were kinky, tonight however I hit the jackpot. I was searching posts in the local area and found a lesbian couple looking for a third. It just so happens they were looking for a girl to roleplay an escaped prisoner, ironic with what I had just written the night before. But nonetheless, a topic I was interested in.
I looked at the location and it was only about fifteen minutes away! Hoping I wasn't too late I sent a quick message and a photo of me in some skimpy prison underwear while hog cuffed hoping to grab their attention. And I soon got a reply.
"You sound perfect! We have a nice prison uniform that would fit you and be more appropriate than that bikini of yours as well as some cuffs to get you restrained so you don't need to bring a single thing. Be at the address below in exactly one hour."
I was already getting wet in my jeans thinking about being handcuffed by two dominant girls while dressed in an orange jumpsuit. I always loved the idea of prison uniforms, the bright orange marking you as inferior. Less of a person and a wrongdoer. Someone who broke the law and is being punished and has nowhere to hide and is not able to run away due to their restraints.
That thought made me jump up from the table as I quickly cleaned myself up and put on my shoes and a light windbreaker as I ran out the door. I got in the car driving towards the address. I took only my keys since a prisoner wouldn't need anything anyway, and I was told not to bring anything in the email not even my phone.
As I pulled up to the cabin it was much like the one I was staying in but a bit bigger with an attached garage and a second story. The large windows overlooked the forest as I peered inside seeing the glow of the chandelier over the dining room. I made my way up to the front door and rang the bell, it was immediately opened, and before me stood two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.
The girl to my right was tall and slender, Her shoulders broad and with a muscular stance her face outlined by bright red lipstick and dark black eyeliner. Her brunette hair fell over her shoulders and stopped right above her perfect and ample breasts that I couldn't help but stare at.
Her girlfriend I assumed to her left was a bit shorter, her bright blonde hair pulled into a tight French braid fell over he shoulder as her eyes sparkled in the afternoon sunset. Her smaller figure accentuated her ample hips and what I figured had to be quite a large butt.
