A young lawyer is used for public entertainment
I was led out through the dark tunnel into a large room with bright lights. I was dressed in a tiny skirt, a flimsy blouse, and high heeled sandals. At the center of the room was a small wrestling mat, about twice the size of a king bed. There were about 10 people seated at the edges of the mat, mostly men, with at least a couple of woman. They were all well dressed, and were all wearing masks. There were two men with large video cameras. And, in the center of the mat, was a big, heavily muscled man, completely naked except for a leather harness, and a black mask. He was looking at me, and he had an erection.
I turned to run back into the tunnel, but my handlers grabbed me by the arms, and thrust me onto the mat. The man came at me, and a voice yelled "lets get it on!"
So how did I get in this situation? It started, I guess, when I was tapped to "carry the brief case" for a senior law partner on a trip to Thailand. I was a new associate at the firm, and there was a bit of grumbling as to why I was chosen for this plum assignment. Some people, I know, thought it was because of short skirts and tight tops I would wear on "casual days" at the office.
Well, it's true that I am pretty hot. I am a small, slim girl, with blond hair and blue eyes. I keep my legs and butt in shape at the gym, and my big, natural breasts have always gotten a lot of stares from the guys. But while the short skirts I wore at the job didn't hurt, the partner I was traveling with was a nice old duffer, and I don't think he had planned anything funny while we were overseas.
Anyway, after a day of meetings I was hitting the clubs in Bangkok. I chatted with a few guys, and one tall dark and handsome fellow told me about the new place we should try. We were walking along the sidewalk when a van pulled up. The sliding door opened, and the next thing I knew there was a bag over my head. My arms were bound behind me and I was inside the van with the door closed before I could react.
I started to struggle, but a punch in the midsection doubled me over. A hand grabbed me by the neck and pulled me erect. A rough voice spoke to me in English over the traffic noise. "This is just a kidnapping, if you play along you won't be harmed. Any resistance and we can make you really regret it." I was shoved down onto a bench seat, and I thought it best to wait and see what happened next.
After about a ten minute drive the van door opened, and I was led out. "Walk carefully" the voice said, "I will keep you from stumbling." A strong hand on my upper arm led me on a short walk. "Here, she is," the voice said, apparently to someone else.
The next voice belonged to a woman. "We are going to change you, please do not struggle and you won't be hurt." There were hands, unzipping my skirt, tugging at the buttons of my top. I tried to twist away, and there was a stinging blow delivered to my head, through the hood I was still wearing. "None of that now," the woman said.
I was dazed. I could feel the hands stripping me naked, some of my clothing was being cut away. I was quickly dressed in a new outfit, a bra of some kind, then a skirt and blouse. A pair of panties were pushed up my legs, I could tell from the feel that they were very tiny and didn't cover much. I was pushed back onto a stool, while someone put socks and shoes on me.
The hood was pulled off my head, and I saw that I was in a small, brightly lit room with no furnishings other than the stool I was sitting on. A masked man was watching, holding a long knife. There were two tough looking Asian women, both of them also wearing masks. One of them started putting makeup on my face, while the other brushed out my hair, and started putting it up in two pigtails.
My first thought was relief about the masks; if they were worried about me seeing their faces, there was a good chance I would get out of this alive. Then I looked down at my outfit, and saw they had dressed me like a streetwalker. I was wearing a tiny pleated "schoolgirl" type of skirt, and a thin, tight, short sleeved blouse that left my midriff bare. White knee socks and high heeled sandals completed the costume. "What are you . . ." I started to say, but the only answer was a red ball gag one of the women forced into my mouth.
"She is ready," one of the women said, and two large masked Asian men came into the room. They grabbed me by the arms, and started propelling me down a dark hallway. My arms were unbound, but they had covered my hands with leather mitts fastened at my wrists. The next thing I knew I was on the mat, staring with horror at the nearly naked man I now knew was going to be my rapist.
It was difficult to walk on the mat with my high heals, and the straps on my shoes kept me from kicking them off. I swung at the man, with one of the mitten things covering my hands. The man grabbed my arm, and laughed. He threw me to the mat, and stood over me laughing. I was on my knees, displaying my little panties to the men seated behind me. I tottered to my feet, facing my attacker again.
He circled to the left, grabbing my arm again. Then he pulled me around so he was behind me, grabbing me around the waist. He pushed me face down onto the mat, and pressed his weight down on top of me. He lifted up my tiny, pleated schoolgirl skirt, and he started rubbing my pussy through the thin, cotton panty I was wearing. I could hear the yells of approval from the spectators. One of the cameramen came in to get a closeup of my violation.
I tried to get to my knees, but he was too heavy. I tried to force my legs together, but his hand was already between them. And my body was starting to betray me, as I could feel myself getting the tiniest bit wet from his attentions.
The man released me, and I struggled to my feet, to face him. I was flushed, breathing heavily. He circled me, and I kept turning to face him. Then he seized one of my wrists, and pulled me toward him. This also spun me around, so he could wrap his arm around my waist from behind. This time his objective was my breasts. While he held me tight about the waist with one hand, he used the other to grope my breasts through the top I was wearing.
I pushed at his arm with my mittened hands, but he was too strong. He kneaded my breasts, cupping and massaging them. "This is good stuff," he spoke to the crowd about us. "Plenty big and firm." He pinched one of my nipples, which caused me to squeal through the gag I was wearing.
Then he reached up with both hands, grabbing the shirt I was wearing. With one firm pull, he ripped it away from my body. The thin material tore cleanly, and, except for the bra they had given me, I was naked from the waist up.
