This is a quick little story I wrote for a friend. Everyone is over 18.
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Catherine slowly became aware and tried to open her eyes, but all she could see was dark. Her throat felt dry and scratchy. She mumbled weakly to no one, "Water." Her body stiffened with surprise when she felt a straw touch her lips.
"Open your lips and drink slowly" a voice said quietly.
Catherine complied willingly. The water was cool and had a slight fruity taste to it, but then it was withdrawn from her lips unexpectedly. Her mouth tried to chase it, but she couldn't see it or anything else. The water had chased away the dryness in her throat and let her mind clear a bit.
It took only moments for her befuddled mind to realize she was laying down and nude. She could feel cool air on her bare skin and the clammy, sticky feel of vinyl on her back, like a doctor's exam bed.
"Where am I?" Catherine asked weakly. Not receiving an answer, Catherine tried to move. Panic set in when she could not move her arms. She could feel thick leather straps holding her arms down. Fear and terror escaped her lips when she could not move her legs. Trapped, strapped to the bed she was laying on, Catherine begged the unseen person who had given her water for help.
"Please help me! Let me GO!" she screamed. Catherine could not remember anything after she tapped the unlock button on her key ring. It had been a long, difficult day in her droning office job. Pettiness and sniping from the staff and visitors. She had really only wanted a long hot bath and a comfortable mug of hot chocolate.
She flinched her head when she felt the back of invisible fingers stroke her cheek and a faceless voice say, "In due time dear, you will be released, free to resume your uninteresting life. That I solemnly promise you."
Hearing the voice, the first face her mind saw as it desperately tried to make sense of things, was the evil lion in the kids movie, the one with the catchy songs. Snobby, cultured, urbane and evil. She imagined soulless eyes on her as the fingers stroked her cheek.
Catherine could feel tears well up in her eyes, soaking the cloth that covered them. "Please?" She whimpered, "Please let me go." Sobs began to wrack her body, fearing that she would never see the light of day again.
The voice whispered closely in her ear, "Sobbing is most unbecoming such a delectable morsel as yourself my dear." Catherine could smell the voice's breath, a hint of sweetness she could not place. The invisible fingers moved from her cheek and stroked her shoulder length dark brown hair.
"Shortly, you will experience things you have never felt before. I do believe that your pleasure will exceed that of my patrons, and my dear, they are a lusty lot."
Strangely for Catherine, the voice ringing in her ears was so pleasing, comforting and relaxing. She could feel her body relaxing. Why and how Catherine could not answer, but as the voice droned on, she felt her mind calming.
The voice continued to reassure her, "I guarantee you will not be hurt, well, permanently. Nor will your body be scarred or disfigured. You are a living, breathing Venus to be played with. Once my patrons' lusts are satisfied, you will wake up in your own bed, safe and unharmed."
The voice suddenly commanded "Number Two, Number Four, prepare our toy for tonight's activities. Number Three, see if all our guests have arrived."
Within moments, Catherine could smell a sweetly aromatic aroma in the air. She heard a feminine voice command gently, "Breathe deep dear." The aroma was so compellingly pleasant, Catherine could only relax more. It reminded her of a warm summer meadow, like the one on her Grandparents property where she spent her teen summers. Frolicking with summertime friends from the area and secretly skinny dipping in a cool spring that flowed along the edge of the meadow.
Catherine felt her legs spread apart as the bed noiselessly moved them wide apart, not painfully, but she could feel a stretch. She could sense someone move between her legs and then felt her pubic hair being pulled up and clipped with scissors. Soon the clipping stopped and she drew a sharp breath when she felt something pleasantly warm rubbed on her Mons. Catherine froze when she felt the blade of a razor glide across her sensitive skin. The blade deftly removed all traces and she felt soft fingertips glide across her skin searching for errant stubble.
Catherine flexed and straightened her fingers as invisible, soft fingers spread a soothing warm oil across the shaved areas. The aromatic aroma returned close to her nose and Catherine automatically breathed the pleasant smell in deeply. She then felt a straw at her lips and she took a long sip. She licked her lips when the straw was removed, savoring the taste of the fruity water.
The two pair of soft hands resumed rubbing warm oil over Catherine's body. Strangely, the sensations of the hands on her bare skin did not terrify her. Instead, she felt at peace and, as the hands moved relentlessly over her body, aroused. The fingers and palms were not shy about where they touched and were finding pleasant places to linger.
The invisible man's voice returned as the fingertips were cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples to hardened points.
"Number Two! Number Four! Move our toy to the Master's playroom. He's arrived unexpectedly." His voice was not pleasant like before, Catherine swore she could hear a hint of something, fear perhaps?
The voice whispered with a hint of sadness in Catherine's ear, "I offer you my most sincere and deepest apologies my dear, but the Master cannot be denied. I will do what I can, but I can only promise that you will wake safely in your own bed."
Catherine's legs came back together as the bed returned to its original shape. She could feel herself being wheeled somewhere. Her panic was returning as her pleas begging to know what was happening were met with silence. The feeling of being moved somewhere noiselessly was unnerving. She could see a steady changing of light and dark through edges of the blindfold, as if she were being moved along a hallway.
Her fears that had been pleasantly allayed earlier, were now back in full force. She alternated between demanding to be let go, to begging and pleading.
She felt the table turn to the left and a slight bump as she was taken across a threshold. Darkness returned to the edges of the blindfold. She felt the table stop, then rotate until she thought she was facing the way she came in.
Catherine heard a deep male voice command, "Number One, hoist the toy so I may inspect it thoroughly. Afterwards, I'll decide what will happen next."
Catherine wriggled her body trying to escape when felt a restraint loosen on her right arm. She felt her arm pulled above her head and secured to something.
The lion man's voice begged her, "Please dear, relax, you will be safe."
Catherine felt a large hand slide down her body from just under to breasts to her right hip, "Tsk, Tsk Number One, enough of that. I do believe I will completely enjoy taming her." The voice leaned close to her ear and whispered huskily, "I do hope there is more of a fight in you than this slut. By the time I'm done with you this evening, I want you begging to be my property."
