The men exited the room, some of them stopping to fondle me as they went, pinching a nipple or slapping my ass. I knelt there, lost in a fog of deep self pity and shame, barely aware as they took liberties with my body that even a week ago would have had me screaming in rage. I couldn't understand how I had let myself get to this point, how I had given up all sense of pride and decency. And for what? Just because I got wet when they abused me? I was sick at myself, horrified and confused.
After all the men had left my arms were secured behind me again and I was hoisted to my feet. I was led down a corridor and through a doorway and suddenly I could feel sunshine on my skin. I stumbled, stunned by the warmth and light seeping through my blindfold, shocked at how much I'd missed it over the past few days. I turned my face upwards slightly as I was led along a concrete pathway, basking in the glow of being outdoors once more. Too soon for me we passed under a roof of some sort and the sun vanished, though the crisp air of the outdoors still swirled around me, puckering my nipples and drying the sweat on me from my recent orgasm. I felt myself being backed up to a post of some sort and my wrists secured to it before my abductor began to speak to me.
"Be a good little slut." He said, lightly tweaking my nipple as he spoke. "Your new trainer will be here to collect you shortly."
I heard his footsteps fading away and concentrated on where I was. I could smell hay and horses, and the floor under my feet was smooth concrete, swept meticulously clean. The wooden post behind me was rough, and I seemed to be attached to it by some sort of metal ring. Quietly, I began to manipulate the connection between my cuffs and the post and was shocked to discover that they were held in place by only a clip, not even locked. I stood there for a moment, listening intently, but I could hear nothing around me but the sound of the wind and a far off horse whinnying. I took a deep breath and unclipped my cuffs, feeling a shot of adrenalin go through me as I did it. I froze immediately, half expecting to be grabbed and punished, but there was nothing. Quickly, I undid my cuffs and reached up to rip the blindfold from my eyes, blinking and squinting as I was blinded by the sunshine. When I could see again I looked around me and discovered I was in a deserted paved courtyard with several upright posts like mine surrounding the edges, an overhanging roof protecting them from the elements. A large mansion backed onto two sides of the space, with a doorway that I assumed was the one I'd been led through. On the third side was a wooden structure that I assumed was the stable I could smell and the fourth was a stone archway through which I could see a field. It was early afternoon, judging by the sunlight streaming down into the courtyard, and I could see nobody nearby. I stood there for a moment longer, terrified that one of the men would appear at any moment and punish me for having removed my blindfold. I started to contemplate just putting my cuffs and blindfold back on and pretending nothing had happened when I mentally shook myself. This was my chance! I could escape, I could get away from these madmen. How could I even think about staying, about letting them do more horrible things to my body. If I had any sense of pride or self left, I had to run.
Without giving it any more thought I dropped my cuffs and blindfold and ran for the open field. I turned around once as I went through the archway and saw that while windows on the mansion faced the field, most seemed to have drawn curtains. Ahead of me, the pasture stretched out over a hill and beyond it I could see a dense stand of trees. If I could make it that far I could lose myself in the woods and hopefully find my way to a road or something, maybe flag down a car. I refused to let myself think about the possibility of capture, of what they'd do to me if I were caught. I'd made my decision, and it was too late to go back now.
