The Farmhouse [fetishdj and nikkisweet, PM to take part]

[fetishdj]

It had been a long day and David was tired and cold as he waited for the bus that would take him home from the centre of the city where he worked. The bus, as ever, was late. The street on which he stood was dark and a biting wind was blowing, a wind that went straight through his thin shirt and caused his nipples to protrude painfully.

Normally he was used to having this time to himself, no one bothered with buses at this time of the evening so he was usually alone standing at the bus shelter. He was therefore surprised when he heard footsteps walking towards him...

[lucy]

"Excuse me sir, would you happen to know if this is the bus that passes Ithaca?"
He turns around, a look of surprise crossing his face, then he smiles. "Yes, that's right. Unfortunately the bus is late, as always."
It's freezing cold, with a nasty wind blowing. He's definitely not dressed for this kind of weather, he seems to be freezing.
"Do you want my jacket? I'm warm enough without it and you seem to be freezing." My small sized jacket might not fit him but still would be better than nothing.
He's hesitating, but a gust of ice cold air makes his decision easier.
"Yes, that would be very kind. I'm David."
"Nice to meet you, David. I'm Sara." He dons my jacket and we shake hands.
The bus is nowhere in sight.

[fetishdj]

He did not feel right taking the jacket off the girl but realised that it was far too cold to be chivalrous. It was his own fault for leaving his own coat at work in his hurry to leave.

He peers through the darkness, hoping for some sign of the distant headlights that would indicate the arrival of the bus but the darkness is absolute. The road is empty. There is only the two of them, standing awkwardly next to the bus stop, haloed in the yellow glare from the streetlight above them.

He sighed and turned to Sara. "Looks like we could be here for a while." He smiles and she smiles in return. "Yes, looks like it," she replies.

He looks at his watch and then pulls out his wallet, hoping against hope there would be enough for a taxi. There wasn't but maybe...

"This may be a mad idea, but do you want to share a cab?"

[lucy]

I look at him. He's shivering and probably as desperate to get away from this godforsaken bus stop as I am.
But then again, it indeed sounds like a mad idea, to share a taxi with a stranger. But it was also a mad idea to offer him my jacket. And I definitely want to get away here, away from the cold. I search through my handbag for the purse. There's not a lot of money, but it should be enough if we split the fare.

"Yes, let's share a cab." I flip open my cellphone. "Do you know the number of a cab company here?"

[collared_kitten75]

I sigh and run my hand through my short blonde hair as I reach for her cell phone. "Great, just fucking great," I mutter before answering, "business is slow as shit all day long, and when quitting time rolls around, some fucker just has to be somewhere right away."

I inhale deeply to relax, a trick that I have picked up in both yoga and kickboxing classes- I really could stand to relax more often- before answering.

"Speedy Cab, can I help you?"

"Two of you."

"Going where?"

"Oh, okay, I know the place," it's a lie. I'm relatively new to the area, and somewhat unique in that I am a young, white, female cabbie, but I am armed with a portable GPS device and I am confident that I can find wherever this couple is looking for- soem farm or something.

"Yeah, I'll be right there. What are your cross streets by the way?""

I make it to the bust stop with little trouble. God bless the GPS once again. I pull up to the curb and step out to open the rear doors for my latest fare. "Fuck, it's cold," I mutter as I wait for the two of them to get in. I'm dressed in a favorite t-shirt, a pair of well-worn jeans, and some flip flops that have outlasted the summer, perfectl attire for inside the heated cab- dad owns some really nice cabs- not so much for standing in the cold.

"Nice jacket," I can't help myself from commenting as the man in the obviously feminine jacket eases himself into the back of my cab. Sometimes, I really just can't keep my mouth shut, no matter how much I should. I've probably already blown my tip, at least I have if the guy is a prick. Maybe, if he's not, I can save myself with some pleasant conversation.

With the man and the woman both loaded into the cab, I return to the driver's seat, open the safety panel that separates us, and turn the heat up a notch. "You guys comfortable? What was that address again? The name's Jenny by the way."

[fetishdj]

Inside the car it is warm and welcoming. I shrug off the jacket and pass it back to Sara and shake the driver's offered hand. "Good to meet you, Jenny. I'm David. Thanks a lot for rescuing us. I'm afraid it is a long drive for both of us."

[lucy]

"Sara, pleased to meet you. Me, I need to go to Ithaca. Dunno about David, though. But it's the same direction."
I should have been in Ithaca two hours ago for a presentation. But then the car broke down in the middle of nowhere and until the tow truck had arrived it was almost dark.
At least I was able to contact my clients and tell them I wont make it today. And now I'm sitting in a cab with a stranger and a cab driver who seems to be on her first day and keeps talking about things I never wanted to know.
Oh well, one of these days. I lean back and close my eyes.

[collared_kitten75]

The city is quiet tonight. I don't like it. Actually, I enjoy daytime driving more, zipping from one lane to another, cutting off other cars. Tonight, there is none of that. I do drive fast, maybe ten above the speed limit inside the city limits, faster as I break free of the city's bonds.

"So, you two aren't a couple then? And Sara, you're headed up to Ithaca. Where about there exactly? And David, you're just out for a long drive? I'm afarid I need more detail than that?"

I love the conversation. Besides getting to drive fast, it's one of teh best parts of the job- not that it's a great job, but dad was good enough to hook me up with it when I left college. Ah well.

I lose myself in thoughts and conversation as I continue to drive through the night. First down the interstate, later on a small state road toward, hopefully, David's destination.

I am cruelly wrenched from both conversation and thoughts alike, when teh car gives a sudden jerk and careens off the road into the ditch.

"Fuck, can this night get any better!?" I turn back to check out my fare. "You two okay?"

[niikisweets]

I slow down as I see the accident on the side of the road this of course was the norm for me on theses slick country roads, it was about half an hour from my place in White Cloud. I pulled over to offer my assistance. Everybody ok here? After making sure the passengers were ok I told them I would be willing to take them back to my house in the country where they may use the phone and get warm.

While I decide what Help if any I could provide at this time of night with the vehicle. I was pleasently surprised to meet such an attractive group of people and breifly thought of them all as lovers and or slaves at my beckon call. MM but that would have to wait till we were seculded back at my estate in the country.

I introduced my self as nikki allthough my name is Mistress Nikki but I didnt want to make my new captures at ill ease with me. Atleast not till I returned home with them. Ohhh I shall have so much fun with my new "Toys" Sara, Jenny, and of course David mmm I thought as flashes of pain and pleasure ripped through my mind.

[lucy]

Oh great, just great. The chick actually manages to run the car into the ditch. Fortunately we're not stuck for too long. The next car slows down and stops further down the road.
A woman gets out and offers us a lift to her place, to phone. Something is weird about her, though. I don't really like the way she looks at us.
But I guess I should better be glad and thankful to get out of the cold. We arrive soon. Seems to be quite a large estate, a farmhouse, several barns. And of course, in the middle of nowhere. Just my luck.

[collared_kitten75]

I sit awkwardly between David and Sara in the back seat of the car, as Nikki drives us toward her farmhouse. "Come on guys, the wreck wasn't my fault, really. I mean the tire blew out, and well, when that happened how could I keep control of the car going as fast as I was, and I was only going fast because I knew the two fo you were in a hurry."

As the other two passengers glare at me, I try my cell phone again. "Damn, no signal. Dad's going to be so pissed when he hear's about his car. I mean it's not his only car. He owns a whole fleet of the damn taxis, but he's still not going to be happy. I mean this on top of getting kicked out of college and everything. My life sucks."

As I ramble on, my legs start to cramp, bunched up as they are. "hey Nikki, are we almost there yet? My legs are really starting to hurt back here, and I think I have to pee."

[MissConfused]

I see the cab sitting in the ditch. I turn on my overhead lights and get out of my patrol car.

Why does stuff like this happen when its cold and raining. I recognize the cab, it is one of Jerry's. So I walk down the bank to see if anyone is hurt. There's no one there and when I search around the cab with my light I don't see any blood.

They probably slid off the road and walked on trying to find some help.
I call Jerry and tell him it's Sargeant Rogers. I tell him about his cab. He tells me that is Jenny's cab and I get a little concerned. I warned him about having such a sexy woman driving a cab.

I ask him if he knows what the fare was and where they were going.
He says he'll find out and drive out here to meet me.

[fetishdj]

The closeness in the back of the car is stifling, the air filled with an incredibly erotic perfume. I have no idea which of the three women I am sharing the car with uses such a scent but it is sending strange and wild signals to parts of my brain I'd forgotten existed. Its not easy being single and alone in a strange country. The job brought me here and kept me too busy to properly make friends. Didn't help that I was far too shy to talk to anyone.

The woman driving the large and richly furnished car, Nikki I think she called herself, powers the car down the deserted highway with skill and an extreme degree of confidence. She knows the road, knows her car and knows where she wants to take it. There is a silence as the darkness of the highway envelops us in its embrace, no light but the gentle LEDs on the dashboard and the streak of the heavily hooded streetlamps above us. No one seems willing to break the sanctity of the silence. No noise but the sounds of our breathing and... creaks as someone shifts position on the back seat. Creaks... I reach a hand down between myself and the door and touch the cover on the seat. I was right, it is leather. I gently stroke the soft material, savouring its texture.

Ahead of us, the road stretches on into the darkness.

[niikisweets]

As we rounded the last curve to my house I could see my passengers becoming more and more uneasy. I could see the lights on in my barn as we drove past not one but three barns. I secretly hoped that my quest would not notice my lack of animals on the farm. We pulled to the door and I escorted my quest inside. I offered them beverages. I have done this so many times now that I knew the dosage without even measuring. I hoped every one would be as partched as me and drink quickly so the fun may begin.

[fetishdj]

I wander around the opulant living room, admiring the luxurious furnishings and the somewhat unusual decor. What looks like it may be some form of African tribal art seems oddly phallic as it looms over me on the fireplace that surrounds the roaring log fire. Hanging over the fireplace, where some aristocrat of the English regency might have put a sword or other decorative weapon, there is what looks like a riding crop snuggled neatly on two silver brackets. The floors are polished wood, covered with thick rugs.

I take a sip of tea. "Nice place you have here," I say.

The furniture, like the car interior, is also leather. An ancient and heavy sofa of dark, shiny leather and wood and two equally ponderous chairs. Sara and Jenny had grabbed the two chairs almost as soon as they were invited to sit, leaving myself on the sofa with Nikki. Something about the predatory nature of her smile as she's passed me the cup of tea made me nervous about sitting so close to her. I'd stood to wander the room as a polite diversionary tactic to avoid being too close to her at this time.

Another sip of the tea. Its nicely brewed, made from proper leaves, the first I have had that is not made from a bag in all the weeks I have been here. There's something else in it too, an additional blend I am not familiar with. Its not bergamot or any other herbal addition usually added to tea. There is a strange, chemically aftertaste...

Then it all goes dark.

[lucy]

Sitting in the chair, with a steaming mug of tea I regret having bad feelings about Nikki. She seems to be genuinely nice after all. Sipping the tea I look around, admiring the large living room. Now that's a decent place, not like my shabby apartment in downtown Detroit.
But then all that changes. The moment I see David's eyes go blank and his body keel over I realize we're all in trouble. I get up and try to run, but my legs are wobbly and I don't make it further than a couple of steps. Then the ground moves upwards towards me with surprising speed and the wood floor hits me smack on my head.

[MissConfused]

Jerry comes speeding down the road and damn near runs into my patrol car.
"Did you find where she was going?"
He tells me "somewhere in Ithaca was all that she said."
"Great" I curse as we are standing in the cold damp rain.
"Hop in the car and we'll drive down the road and see if we find them on the road walking. Have you called her cellphone to find out where she is?" "No" he replies and starts to dial her phone immediately.

No sign of her on the road. I tell Jerry we'll start looking first thing in the morning. In this rain and darkness we aren't going to find anything tonight.

[collared_kitten75]

I plop myslef down on a dark leather sofa. This Nikki chick really has it going on. I mean my dad has some money from all the businesses he owns, but he tends to be a little more mainstream in his decor. I mean, he has a man cave decorated in memorabilia from sports teams that he played for or wished he had played for. Certainly he would never hang some gigantic African cock and balls above the fireplace. I would be lying if I said the place did not make me a little uneasy.

I try the cellphone again. I grimace when I again fail to get a signal. "Fuck. This sucks," I grumble as I sip some of the tea the woman placed before me.

I am so sleepy, and the tea cerrtainly isn't helping things. I look across teh room from me. David has already passed out. I bet the man has no tolerance for alcohol. I probably have a higher tolerance than I should. What did dad say? Oh yeah, 'damn it Jenny, your alcohol tolerance is inversely proprtional to your grade point average.' I chuckle. Dad was always full of goofy sayings.

Suddenly there's movement. I catch it from the corner of my eye, but only barely. My lids are getting pretty heavy after all. It's Sara, she's running awkwardly for the door. Odd. Oh no, she just face planted. Crazy bitch. Oh well, I hope she feels better in the morning.

I drift off to sleep.

[slickhumble]

I hear a thud from the living room. I can't see past my blindfold, and wouldn't be able to see into the other room anyway, as the thick oak door is nearly closed. My ball gag fills my mouth, tied tightly back over my long chestnut hair. Mistress Nikki likes things tight.

My arms are pulled back snugly above my head and tied to the headboard of the bed. Each ankle is tied to a foot post and my wide open legs display everything. My ass is raised slightly on a pillow for easier access. I'm not really all that uncomfortable. I've been given the afternoon to rest and recuperate, although the bruises never quite go completely away before new ones cover them.

Mistress Nikki is so good to me - much better than I deserve. I begin to get moist as I realize that Mistress has brought home new toys to play with. But I know she'l let me play too...I'm her favorite. She loves the way I scream.

[lucy]

Something's wrong. Very wrong. I open my eyes but it's still black. Somebody must be beating on the inside of my head with a large hammer and I can't move neither my legs nor my arms. It takes some time until I figure out that I'm bound. Or rather, chained. And naked!
My legs are spread and must be shackled to some kind of bar, my arms are pulled up behind my back and chained to a collar. It's quite painful. The darkness is not complete, I can make out another person next to me, when I turn my head. He's also lying on his stomach. Or she. Judging from the light color of the hair I guess it's Jenny. She's stirring now too, groaning and straining against her chains.
"What the fuck is going on here!?!?!" are her first words.
"Heeeeelp! Please somebody help us, heeeeelp!" i scream. Nothing happens.

[niikisweets]

This was no normal farm I had several servents about the place those who had struk a chosen cord within me. I thought of my new toys I think I will let them sit tonight and I will watch as they slowly wake up one by one. The fog in their mind very confusing, disoreienting them. I have about three days to break my new toy's in. I will have to arrange help. Of course I can count on my kitten, she should be healed mostly by now and i love to use her.

[fetishdj]

Opening my eyes makes no difference. I cannot move, I cannot see. All I can do is feel and all I can feel is pain and cold. Pain from where my arms are suspended above my head. Pain from the drugs leaving my system with nothing but the neurochemical kiss of a hangover to remind me of their presence. Cold from the light breeze caressing my naked skin.

My head is completely enveloped in a thick layer of something that smells like leather. Everything else is naked and exposed...

I try to scream but nothing comes out. Something thick and heavy fills my mouth.

I panic...

[collared_kitten75]

"What the fuck is going on here!?!?!" I demand as I return, suddenly and painfully to conciousness. There's an intense pain in my pelvis, almost like I'm a wishbone being split by a fat man at a family steakhouse.

Before I have a chance to assess my situation, I hear a woman, it's Sara, screaming. At least I can surmise that I have not been kidnapped by her. But by whom? David? He certainly seemed weird enough. Nikki? Yeah, Nikki. She was too nice from the beginning. And the tea? Yeah, she gave us all that damn tea. Drugged.

My head aches from the drugged tea, but if I'm going to get out of this alive, I have to put this out of my mind and concentrate, assess the situation. Fuck. Can't concentrate with Sara screaming. "Sara, shut the fuck up," I half-whisper, half-growl, "I'm trying to concentrate."

The room is dark, but my eyes are starting to accommodate. I take in Sara's situation. She is chained, to the ceiling by her arms which are also linked to a collar. She's naked. Her ankles are also shackeld to some sort of spreader bar, her bare toes barely touching the cement floor.

I can tell by the cold metal and cool air on my bare flesh that I am in a very similar predicament. I'm scared shitless. I wiggle against the bonds, trying desparately to fee a hand or even a foot, but the cruel metal holds fast.

"Sara, what are we going to do?"

[fetishdj]

I shake in my monds, barely hearing the clank of the chains as I struggle. After what seems like an eternity of pointless struggle, I stop - exhausted by my efforts.

At that point I feel a soft hand on my naked chest, gently soothing me and hear a voice.

"Shhhh. There's no need to worry. I will look after you.@

[niikisweets]

As i watch my new toys sqirm and twist with fear my body fills wih lust. Ohh to watch them, not knowing what is happening or what may happen to them. My this is a turn on for me I love how they panic and try to get free. Then they will scream and cry trying to alert someone, but my fav is when they go limp. Having just realized that they have no control here. My heart aches abit for them. I cant help but to feel generouse. My new toys receive some attention to let them know I wont always be a crule master. Of course that is if they obey my every command. I call for my kitten and we begin that evening keeping most of my new toys in suspense for another few hours. But David mm I tell kitten I will work with him first, and ask her to begin the process on my other toys first Jenny then Sara. These beging hours are crutial this of course is when we will look for their limits and slowley try to break them or successfully at the very least push them back. I love Jenny for spanking, flogging and such like activities. MMM but Sara I think she would be beautiful whith peircings and clamps and such. David now he will receive all and we shall see were his limits are. I adore the human body as well as the natural reaction of it, to my ministrings

[lucy]

I stop sobbing and think about that question. We've been drugged and captured and chained by some pervert. If anyone just captured us for ransom, they wouldn't have taken away our clothes. Or not all. Or..., well, I HAVE NO IDEA!
I just want to get away from here, out of this nightmare. My arms are hurting terribly, I'm cold, I need to go to the toilet, I'm hungry, thirsty.

"What we are going to do? We're going to die!" I break out in tears again, my body shaking.

[fetishdj]

The touch of the soft hand sends sahivers all through my body. It is strangely comforting and, despite the unusual situation I begin to relax a little. My mind is already thinking about the situation. I am bound too tightly to allow easy escape and, naked, I would have no chance of surviving in the cold Michigin winter were I to make a run for it. This farmhouse is many miles from the city and surrounded by nothing but open country. It would be suicide to try to escape.

The soft voice calms me as well. It is almost hypnotic, speaking softly and quietly about how everything was going to be alright, accompanied by lots of gentle stroking and caresses.

Then... I gasp as something long and sharp digs deeply into the flesh of my nipple. My body goes tense and pain wracks through it. I hear a malicious sounding laugh.

[niikisweets]

I began by peircing Davids nipple feeling my needle push through his layers of flesh. Watching excitiedly as a drop of blood forms around the entry. I used a very small gage needle to begin with. Note that the smaller the gage needle the bigger the actual size and we began with a 22 gauge needle. would like to have David outfitted with 16 gage before I am through with him. MM yes that is my goal. I left David for a few minutes to check on my other toys.
I looked at them and smiled they looked tired, hungry, uncomfortable hmm they looked worn down in a sense. I had food brought to them and instructed them to use the rest room while given the oppertunity. I will only allow u this once and once only I brought them down still shackled and cuffed and allowed them the much needed rest. It was imperative that my toys had escorts in the restroom forced to releive them self in mixed company.

[collared_kitten75]

Still suspended, I watch as someone, it's Nikki, caresses David's naked body. In a flash, she produces a kit, a small leather case, of some sort. She opens it and starts to "work" on David's chest. I can't tell from my position what she is doing, but it must hurt. I can see his body tense, but he does not cry out. How could he? He's gagged after all.

After she seemingly tires of David, Nikki makes her way to a lever on the wall. She pulls it and we, Sara, David, and myself, are all lowered to the ground. No longer suspended by chains, yet with a spreader bar between my ankles, I collapse to the ground almost immediately.

As I try to take in my new circumstances, the room is quickly filled with a handfull of people, men, women, I can't tell, all dressed head to toe in black latex. Even as they unfasten the spreader bar from my ankles and haul me roughly to my feet, I can see that Sara is receiving similar treatment. I throw my elbows and kick at them, shouting, "keep your filthy hands off me you fucking perverts." They don't respond except to grip me more tightly, pushing Sara and myself toward another room.

The room to which we are led is smaller than the one we were just in, square, with a round hole in the middle of the floor. The stench is a mixture of urine, feces, and disinfectant. The black clad men, shove Sara and myself toward the hole. My god, I am so scared, but my abdomen is so full. I squat over the hole, hiding my face in my hands. A stream of dark urine streams out from between my legs. I blush as I feel the blackclad men learing at me. One moves quickly, pulling my hands down from my face. Caught off balance, I fart, loudly, and a well-formed turd peeks out of my anus. I can do nothing save finish my toileting in front of Sara and the anonymous men. How humiliating.

[slickhumble]

I lay curled up in the dark corner, biding my time and my Mistress' bidding. She told me I could watch for a while as she started the "breaking-in process", as she calls it. I'll be able to join in soon enough.


Lying here with my legs bound at ankle and thigh, my wrists tied to my ankles underneath my legs, I dreamily think back over the past 4 years of my life - when my life truly began. That lonely night when Mistress brought me home. I was so bad and disobediant to Her at first! I fought Her and tried to escape, but I was just scared and couldn't understand that She was just teaching me love. I've learned so much from my Precious MIstress. I certainlly can accept a lot more love now than I could when She first brought me here. I was such a baby! I cried and whined, thinking that Mistress was being mean to me, trying to hurt me! How could I have been so stupid, or thought badly about Dearest Mistress?

Cold water drips sporadically down my naked back as I lay shivering against the slimy stone. This basement is always damp and moldy, but Mistress says it makes me stronger. I know She's right - Mistress knows everything. I twist slightly to move away from the icy drip. But the nipple clamps that are tied to the rope aound my thighs bite so cruelly into the tender flesh that never heals that I softly whimper and lie still.

Mistress doesn't like me to whimper, but She cannot hear me right now. She wants my silence or my screams, when I can no longer control my own voice. She slaps me very hard when I displease Her, sometimes many times in the Owned Place. And I cannot whimper or cry out. But then! Then...she fucks me so hard and calls me Her own sweet, nasty slut, and I feel so loved. And sometimes...She'll unchain me and let me lie with my head in her lap. so content, almost purring to my Beloved. She laughs at me and calls me Her kitten, stroking my long hair.


Mistress long ago explained to me that pain is love, that my scars and bruises are my gifts of love to her. My blood bathes her soul and purifies our sacred covenant. I know now how to accept Her loving ministrations with joy and even ecstasy. When my flesh welts up, I know She canes me to show me I am Hers. When my skin splits open and I scream uncontrollably, She rewards me by licking me softly...first the blood, but then in the Owned Place where only She may go. She makes me scream and scream anew, but in such a different way. She forces me to orgasm again, and again, and again, until the pain is worse than my caning. She takes control of my entire body and squeezes every thought, emotion, whim or desire out of me, until I'm just a shaking, whimpering, exhausted husk. All there is left is my devotion and adoration. For my Beloved, who cares for me like no other.

I hear voices and footsteps...the toys are being brought back this way. Do they think that this night is over? Do they believe that they can now leave and go back to their old lives? Those lives are gone. There is only Here, now. There is only Obey, now. They will soon absorb into their torn flesh that Rules are All. That Mistress is Goddess. That Pain is Love. They will learn or they will die. Mistress will accept no less. Yes, they have no idea what new life is in store for them...but they will learn. We all do. Mistress teaches us.

[lucy]

After we had to use the restroom while being watched, or rather stared at, by the latex-clad guys we're being brought back to the room we've been in. Then we're chained again, bowls with food and water are put in front of us. How we should eat it with our hands shackled behind our back I don't know.

Nikki appears and I start screaming at her that she must let us go, or else. She doesn't say a word, just slaps me hard across the face with her gloved hand. I taste blood in my mouth.
"Sara, be quite, you only harm yourself" says Jenny. But I can't, she can't hold us here like slaves, now can she?
Then I see how Nikki reaches to her hip and unhooks a whip and then I stare in horror and finally shut up. But it's too late, she only stops when I'm almost passing out, my shaking body covered in welts.
"There's more of this where that came from, so you better start to learn fast, you cunt!" She's leaving again.

[collared_kitten75]

I stare at the food and water longingly. I'm so hungry, and parched, but too proud yet to lap it up like a dog, obviously what this Nikki bitch wants us to do.

My contemplation of the water dish before me ends with more screaming from Sara. I look up and am distressed to see Nikki, herself clad in black latex, standing before Sara. Without warning, Nikki lashes out, a whip in her right hand, striking Sara hard on her titties.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I scream as Sara starts to wail in pain. Nikki's relentless assault continues, cisscrossing first Sara's titties with red welts, then her ass, and finally her cunt. When Nikki finally stops, herself exhausted, I can see blood running down several of the slash marks on Sara's body.

To my horror, Nikki then turns her attention to me. "Oh fuck, I'm next," I start to softly cry, but the first blow doesn't land, at least not yet.

Instead, Nikki smiles at me, leans close, and whispers into my ear, "your time will come Jenny Speed."

(OOC: i'm going to be out of town for the next week. i may be able to be online some, but i am not counting on it. Feel free to abuse Jenny in any fashion you deem appropriate)

[fetishdj]

My nipple is aching, throbs of sharp and dull pain lancing through the delicately swollen tissue. I feel something intrusive stuck in it, a needle? Has she left it in there? Footsteps move away from me and I feel myself being lowered to the floor with a clank of chains.

I am marched, blinded and gagged still, out of the room by unseen helpers. I suffer the humiliation of having to rely on them to help me go to the toilet then frogmarch me back into the room I was bound in.

The hood is taken off and I close my eyes as the brightness hits them. I do not get the chance to open them, however, before I am blinded again with a smaller half head hood. The gag is taken out and I gasp as I take in deep breaths and work my jaw, which aches from the long period being gagged. I am told that there is food for me to eat and one of the helpers assists me infinding the plate and eating some of the food....

I have no idea what is going to happen next...

[I am also away for a few days now so feel free to do what you want in my absence... looks like we are in full swing now :) ]

[collared_kitten75]

(OOC looks like i have internet access here at the hotel, so i'm back in)

kitten

[niikisweets]

MMM my, Sara and the others have a bit of spirit in them. I like that a challenge for me to accept. I will give my soon to be slaves a taste of pleasure tonight. This will confuse them making it easier to break them. The pleasure I will deliver mmm, some light flogging, spanking, toys, and so much more. Ohh then to watch as my slaves responses brings them and me to heightened sexual arousal. Those who have received punishment will now receive tender touches and caresses.Those who deserve it will receive punishement. My kitten and I will put on some sort of show so my slaves may learn what is expected of them. I will show and teach my slaves how to please. Using kitten as my instrument.

I do hope they will live up to my standards. I so hate dissappoinment. I shall have my masked helpers lend some hands for tonight and what is to come. I think I will step in and say something to each of my captors. leaning close in to David breathing hotly down his neck. dont fight me David I can give u the pleasure u desire or the pain you despise. Licking up his neck I wisper think of that before leaving him and turning my attention to Sara. I leaned in close and took a deep breath smelling Sara. I wispered I know you little girl I think you enjoy what i do to you. We shall see Sara testing limits is my job. Turning I stepped up to Jenny and leaned in as i bit her ear. MMMM u think you have this figured out giving advice to you fellow cunt's MM well then I must make sure you receive something you will never see coming. Jenny you have no ideal of what is going on here. Keep your mouth shut from now on Bitch or suffer my consiqences.

[fetishdj]

He shudders as the tongue gently caresses his neck. He hears the whispered promise and the threat that accompanies it. His mind, dulled by fear, tries desperately to think of some way to get out of this situation. Some way to escape but he realises there is none. For the time being, at least, he is forced to suffer the degredations imposed by their captor...

[collared_kitten75]

I grimace in pain as Nikki bites my ear. 'Oh my god, is she going to bite it off,' I can't help but wonder. When she finally releases, my ear still stings, but it is the words that follow that hurt the most. 'This bitch really is crazy, and she's threatening me.'

When I started driving a cab for him, no before that, when he sent me off to college, my father told me to never allow myself to be kidnapped, to always put up a fight. 'Once you are kidnapped,' he would say, 'you are dead.'

Heeding father's words, I start to shake insanely in my bonds, screaming "Help! Help! Help!" over and again. Yeah, there's no getting out of the bonds, but I might just be able to piss Nikki off enough that she has to set me free...

That's when I'll pounce.

[lucy]

God, please, get me out of here, away from that crazy woman. When she's whispering in my ear I can barely understand her words. I'm still wrapped in pain, my whole body still shaking. Testing limits? What limits? I'm way beyond any limit, i'm closer to death than life...
And enjoy? What is there to enjoy about being skinned alive with a whip? This woman is completely whacko. Besides, we're in the middle of America. Holding people against their will is a serious criminal offense! Does that crazy bitch really think she's going to get away with it?

I'm normally a very decent person. Swearing is usually off limits to me. But this situation I am in is neither normal nor usual.
"Fuck you! They'll get you for that. FUCK YOU!" I call after her when she walks awawy from Jenny.

[niikisweets]

I smile to my self as i walk out of the barn hearing the cryies for help and the hate filled words screamed at me.For a breif sencond I thought of returning and delivering a hard smak across Sarah sweet cheek; and laughing in Jennys face while chanting help me! help me! Insted I just looked over my shoulder and said sounds like i need my ball gaggs huh my little whores.

Then I turned and walked out. They will not soon forget who has the control after this evening . I will see them beg for my attentions by tomarrow morn. I start towards the house reminding my self to take my time not to rush. I look around we are 100 acres back in the woods surrounded by cameras and motion sensers. I even have some of my very own home protection. No we are secure nobody is going anywhere. I begin to gather my iteams for the evening. I take the flogger, nipple clamps, vibrator, double dong dildo mmm this shall be fun. I finish filling my trunk with a few more treasured peices. Just in time to see my little helpers strolling in.

Great I smile we are about ready to begin if there are no questions. I stop for my medical supplies containg rubber gloves, smelling salts, three different salves, and a few other essentials. Les have some food and drink let my slaves sit. Wondering what might happen next. Suspense and fear that is part of their reality now, I tell my helpers.

[lucy]

I am starving, but the mere thought of eating my food out of a bowl makes me retching. I stare at it, stare at that pile of dogfood or whatever it is. And then I start to cry. But not like when she whipped me. It's a desperate crying, a crying of the last hope gone. In that moment I know that I will never get out of here. At least, not alive. The only question that remains is: Is living like this better than death?

[niikisweets]

i wanted to say that it was fun writing with you and i hope to do this again!