Tiffany woke up with a sudden gasp.
A slim, blonde, young woman. Just 26.
She felt very fuzzy in the head...almost hungover. Her body felt exaughsted and her limbs were sore. She went to stand up but found herself fully secured to a metal chair was steel wrist restraints on her wrists and ankles. The only clothing on her body was a sports bar. She felt some discomfort in her private area and looking down realized she had a chastity belt locked o to her. Tiffany was starting to realize she not only didn't know where she was...she could not remember literally anything. One strange thing that stuck out to her was how ridiculously horny she felt. It was something that hit her immediately and felt distracting and frustrating.
The steel restraints on her wrists and ankles suddenly sprung unlocked, freeing Tiffany from the chair. As she stood up she tried to keep her balance. She looked around. The only things in this room were the chair and a flat screen tv sitting on a stand in front of it. Their was no windows. Tiffany turned around and saw the door. She exited the room and found that she seemed to be upstairs in a completely normal looking looking house.
As she went downstairs she saw several interesting pictures framed on the walls. She was pictured with several different men. The men were all seen posing in what looked like fetish gear. Men decked out in bdsm/leather gear posing with her, slave men on all fours while wearning a collar pictured licking the heel or her high heels, lots of fit men being restrained by her and whipped, spanked, straddled by her, her planing her smooth looking foot in a subs face while she relaxed, her spitting in an open slaves mouth, and her straddling a tied man and tickling him. A lot of these pictures seemed to be in some sort of club. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Tiffany appeared to be a popular dominatrix of some sort.
The next interesting thing Tiffany noticed was a calender on the kitchen fridge. It appeared to be October and every day of the week from the 1st to the 30th had an X through it. So it is the 31st? Tiffany thought.
Tiffany heard what sounded like faint chatter and pulled the curtain over above the kitchen sink.
"Ahhhh!!!" Tiffany screamed, jumping back startled.
A group of guys were visible right outside of the window peering in and smiling excitingly at him. They looked amused at her confusion and fear. "What the fuck is going on?! What are you guys looking at?!" Tiffany yelled at them. She got no response only continued amusement and laughter.
Tiffany saw the door to exit the house and stormed out. Her jaw dropped upon stepping out into the daylight. She appeared to be in a very small perfect looking little village. Perfect grass, sidewalks, and roads. Everything seemed so....artifical looking about it to her. The scariest part though, all around Tiffany were even more men. Some standing with their hands in their pockets watching intently, some grinning and filming or taking pictures on their phones, others joking and around in groups and yelling things at him. She was to overwhelmed to even focus on what they were saying. Their were dozens upon dozens of them.
"What the fuck do you guys want!??? Answer me freaks!!"
Her anger only seemed to make them happier. Tiffany continued yelling until she was red in the face. Tiffany set her sights on one man and proceeded to charge in his direction with her fists balled up. She was ready to fight much to the mans amusement. Suddenly she heard a whistle sound. She felt her entire body stiffen up.
She was completely locked into her own body. A living statue. She saw a very large beefy man dressed like a medieval executioner approaching her. He had the hood and all so Tiffany could not see who he was. Tiffany was terrified. Her heart raced not knowing what to expect.
The man lifted Tiffany like it was nothing and carried her over to what looked like a stockade set up in the middle of the town. One was just a normal stockade with a hole for the head and two for your hands. The other was one that seemed to be just for securing your ankles that had a seat with a backing attached to secure the arms about your head. The "executioner" secured Tiffany to the first stockade. The executioner pulled out a whistle and blew on it. Tiffany could finally move again. The only issue being that she was now locked in the stock. The executioner pulled out a large black paddle. He walked over to the back of Tiffany and undid her chastity belt so her perfect, smooth, bare ass was revealed.
SMACK
Tiffany let out a loud yelp as the man cracked the paddle on her bare ass very hard.
He walked back in front of Tiffany and pulled out a role of tape. He sealed Tiffany's mouth shut and then grabbed a megaphone to address the crowd. His voice was deep, serious, and booming. Just as intimidating and scary as he looked.
"OKAY IT IS TIME FOR YOU ALL TO HAVE SOME FUN HERE AT STATION 1. REMEMNBER SPANKING ONLY."
The crowd of men began to circle in tighter. One man raced to scoop up the paddle the executioner used before another could.
"Don't mind if I give this a try!" He said excitingly.
Smack after smack Tiffany yelped as the man kept swinging the paddle at her ass.
All of the men cheered.
"OK ok stop hogging!" Another man protested.
The man doing the spaking passed on the paddle to another. This went on for what felt like a half hour. A few men stepped up preferring to use their bare hands. The worst was when a man pulled a pinwheel put of his pocket and ran it all along Tiffany's very raw butt cheeks. Finally the executioner ordered everyone step away. He pulled out his whistle and gave a blow. Once again Tiffany was frozen in place. Could not speak, move, let alone groan or make any type of noise at all. While frozen Tiffany was fitted back into her chastity belt and moved to the next stockade. Her bare soles sticking out of the holes her ankles were locked. Her arms secured above her head. The whistle was blown and Tiffany was unfrozen.
The megaphone was picked up again.
"PART 2 OF STATION 1. TICKLING ONLY."
A display of feathers and brushes was set next to Tiffany.
The men one again circled in.
Some men sat in the grass and used the brushes to aggressively scrub Tiffany's soles with them. Tiffany could only laugh her muffled laugh and try to scream for mercy through her gag any moment she was lucky to catch her breathe. Her pits were very bad. One man on each side of her dug in hard.
"Mmmmm! Hahhmmmmmm!" Tiffany protested through her sealed mouth.
"Sorry mam, we can't quite understand you" one of the men said, earning some laughs.
One man was dedicated to being as subtly irritating as possible. He used a feather and just lightly trailed in around Tiffany's ear, nose, neck ect. Tiffany honestly wanted to break out and hit him...and then all the rest. Sweat was beginning to pour off of Tiffany. It was getting harder and harder to breathe with how hard she was laughing and how hard it was to only take in air through her nose at the same time. The worst was the man drilling his finger into her tiny innie belly button making her scream through the tape. She started to actually panic that she might lose consciousness soon.
Thankfully a half hour had gone bye and all of the men were finally stopped and backed away. The executioner unlocked the stocks. He didn't even freeze Tiffany in place. Her eyes began to dart around for an exit. Tiffany couldnt believe he could be so unaware. This could be her chance.
The executioner meanwhile wasn't even paying attention to her, he was packing up all of the tools he had used.
"Hey! Follow us! We're here to help!"
Tiffany turned to see 2 younger girls standing a bit separate from the other clusters of men all around. Both around her age, 25 or 26. Tiffany ran with them.
