“Stuck indoors on a Friday evening…” Carol said with a sigh. “And nothing to do.” She’d had a couple Friday evenings like that since she had her boyfriend Kyle had called it quits last month. “I know what I need…” She thought, turning off the TV and getting out her laptop. Pretty soon, the screen was lit up with images and videos of damsels very much in distress, strapped down and stripped naked, Carol’s headphones ringing with their gag-muffled screams and moans as the wickedly cruel men who had captured the lovely ladies did everything they could to torment and tease their trussed up toys mercilessly.
“Wish someone would do that to me…” Carol said, as she watched the latest video on one of her usual sites. In it, a gorgeous blonde cheerleader had fallen into the clutches of a ruthless slave trader. He’d started by stripping her naked and stringing the girl up by her wrists in his dungeon, relentlessly teased by the vibrator taped up against her twat, all broadcast live on the dark web to the slaver’s network of buyers bidding for the helpless cheerleader. Now, the newly sold slave was being packaged for delivery to her new owner: gagged and blindfolded, her arms locked in a leather armbinder and with some more buzzing toys to keep her company as she was shipped overseas. Carol felt her face flush, her hand started drifting down between her legs as she imagined herself in the same situation...
“Well, this is interesting…” It was half an hour later and several more videos later. The young woman had hit all her usual bondage sites and was just browsing the web for anything else before she dove into the folder on her computer named “2019 Insurance Paperwork.” The link she found intrigued her: “Build Your Own Bondage Slave!” Feeling curious, Carol clicked. The site came up a second later. It was not unlike one of those old Flash paper doll games from ten or fifteen years ago. A small stage filled the center of the screen, with sliders and buttons on either side. After selecting “Slave Girl” from the topmost button, a generic female figure, done in a slightly cartoony CGI style A-posed on the stage.
“This is silly…” Carol thought, but something made her keep playing, going down the list of sliders, each click adjusting the figure before her. She was pleasantly surprised by the range of options it had for adjusting features. Whoever had made this had put a good deal of time and effort into it. After ten or fifteen minutes of fiddling, Carol found herself facing her computerized doppelganger: a tall, slightly tanned, curvy young woman with long red hair spilling across her trim shoulders. After a second’s thought, Carol clicked the slider for hairstyle over a notch, changing the hair style to a high, tightly bound ponytail which, to her mind, better fit the look for a would-be slave girl. She changed the background from the generic stage to a dungeon.
“Okay...onto restraints.” She thought, clicking a big button at the bottom. The figure stayed the same while the sliders and options on either side changed to drop down menus with labels such as “Gags” “Hoods” “Arm Restraints” and so on. Starting with that last option, Carol was again surprised. Instead of the couple of options she’d expected, she got a full drop down menu with dozens of options for all sorts of cuffs and shackles, metal stocks and wooden-yokes, not only named but accompanied by photograph, price and catalog number.
“Of course! That explains things…” Carol said, realization dawning on her. This must have been made for some sort of online fetish store. “I guess there are worse ways to advertise.” She clicked on one of the wooden stocks for sale and on screen her doppelganger changed pose, her arms now raised, trapped in the hand holes of the heavy wooden stock now locked around her neck. She clicked another option and now her hands were down in front of her, locked in a pair of leather cuffs, joined by a short chain. Finally, recalling the video she’d been watching earlier, Carol selected a black leather armbinder, admiring the way the pose of the girl on screen changed ever so slightly, shoulder pulled back by the restraints, which made her thrust her bare chest out.
“Let’s see, what’s next…” Carol thought. “How about a gag?” She scrolled down the list and clicked. The girl on screen now sported a leather harness encircling her head, holding a bright red ballgag between her teeth. She liked how the simple, cartoonish graphics nevertheless managed to convey with some subtle shading how the girl’s lips and jaw stretched to fit around the punishing gag. Her own jaw felt an involuntary twinge in sympathy for her electronic double.
“Leg restraints now…” She toyed with the options of leg irons and straps before settling on a pair of leather cuffs joined by a two-foot spreader bar. “And every slave needs a collar.” Again, options were perused: spiked leather bitch collar, heavy steel medieval stuff and more artistic designs, before Carol settled on a tall black leather posture collar. The last thing she added was a padded leather blindfold, then it was on to the next screen: toys.
This had all sorts of options to stimulate every facet of Carol’s kinky brain. To the model’s breasts, she added a pair of stainless steel clamps, each hung with a small metal weight. Between her legs, Carol selected a leather belt, holding a pair of vibrating plugs. She giggled. It was subtle, but the captive on screen definitely looked ever so more distressed as Carol clicked through the sized for the plugs, landing on the “Super-sized” option.
The final screen was for “Clothes and Accessories.” Carol was briefly tempted by the extensive options for piercings before adding instead a corset cinched tight around the waist and below, a pair of thigh-high leather boots with four inch spiked heels.
For a long moment, Carol looked at her doppelganger, transformed into a gorgeous bondage doll. “Wonder how much all of this would cost?” She wondered. Caught up in her fantasy and not really intending to purchase anything, she hadn’t really been keeping track of all the items, but now she found herself curious. She looked around the screen, but couldn’t find a total on this page. “I’m just looking to see what the total is….” She told herself as she clicked the button for ‘checkout’.
But what came up first wasn’t a total either. Instead, a box labeled ‘shipping options’ appeared with buttons marked: ‘Overnight’, ‘Normal’, ‘Relaxed’ and ‘Slow Boat.’ Carol found it odd there was no indication for how much the different shipping options would cost or how long they took. “Overnight” and “Normal” she could guess easily enough, but how long, exactly, would it take to ship her order by “Slow Boat?” With a shrug, she clicked on the “Overnight” option.
Again, instead of the checkout page she expected, there was a happy chime form the computer and a message appeared. It read: “Thank you for your order!” followed by the usual online commerce boilerplate. “No no no!” Carol said, a jolt going through her. She hadn’t meant to actually purchase any of that! She’d just wanted to see what the total was, which had to be in the hundreds, if not thousands of dollars for everything she selected. Much as she would have liked the ensemble, she definitely couldn’t afford it and pay her bills this month. Frantically, she looked for a way to cancel the order, but couldn’t find it. She looked for a number to call, but couldn’t find that either.
“Maybe it’s on the confirmation email…” She thought and tabbed over. She hadn’t received one. “Oh yeah...I never entered any email address…or my home address for that matter, or phone number...credit card...” Slowly, reason reasserted itself. “They can’t charge me if they don’t have my number.” Just to be sure, she double checked her account balance and to her relief saw a total absence of sudden, humongous payments to strange online fetish shops.
“Must have been a bug…” Carol told herself. “Or maybe the store went out of business years ago and just left this online…” With a shrug, she closed the browser and opened up her porn folder. As she got lost in another bondage fantasy, she put the whole thing out of her mind.
Next thing she knew, she was yawning and a glance at the clock said it was almost a quarter past 1. “Time for bed…” She thought, shutting the laptop. Hopping up from the couch, she walked to the bedroom, pausing long enough to change into the over-sized t-shirt she’d stolen from her ex and used for pajamas then dove under the covers. Wrapped up snugly, she was asleep almost instantly, scenes from the videos she’d been watching dancing erotically through her dreams…
Later that night, Carol’s visitors came. The sound of an errant foot on a squeaky floorboard roused the young woman from her deep slumber. Opening her eyes, she saw several shadows on either side of the bed, looking down at her. Her sleepy mind had just identified the shadows as people when they struck. A gloved hand clamped down tight over the young woman’s mouth, stifling her cry of terror before she could make it. Another yanked the blankets back and off her trembling figure. As soon as it was gone, the others pounced. Strong hands seized her arms and legs. Carol, finally recovered from her initial shock to finally struggle, found herself completely helpless in their grasp. With surprising strength, the figures holding Carol lifted her from the bed. She was set down on her feet, but her captors kept a firm grip, keeping her posed, legs spread slightly apart, arms extended outwards.
Now a man emerged from the shadowy corners of the bedroom, coming to stand in front of Carol. Over one shoulder he had a bag which he set down and opened. From inside, he took out a small, wrapped package. Carol heard a rustling as the plastic packaging was torn off. To her surprise, the man spoke, in a calm, even tone that showed no emotion. Given what he said, it wouldn’t have sounded out of place in an infomercial. “Item #782359…” Carol didn’t know what that meant or what the object was as it was handed over to one of the figures holding her.
The latter she found out soon enough. The hand over her mouth was removed. Before she could ask her captors any of the countless questions buzzing in her head, or to just scream as loud as she could, or even decide which of these two options was best, something was forced roughly between her teeth. It was a rubber ball, or jaw crushing proportions, with leather straps coming off of it. Some of the hands gripping her took these up. Another set gathered the young woman’s auburn locks up. Her hair was quickly bound up in a tall, tight ponytail, holding it out of the way as the straps were applied.
Two of these circled her head, meeting and buckling at the base where it met the back of her neck. Two more straps came up around her nose, meeting just between her eyes where they joined into one strap which continued over the top of her head and joined the others. A final strap went under the young woman’s jaw. All were pulled to the maximum possible tightness so Carol’s head was squeezed from all sides by the web of leather caging it. She gagged, little more then a choked moan escaping the plug filling her mouth.
“This has to be a dream!” Carol thought, but the strain on her jaw, the straps cutting into the sides of her mouth, the drool already starting to build up, was far too real for even her wildest of wet dreams.
While the figures were busy applying Carol’s gag, the one with the bag took out another object and began to unpack it. Again, he intoned, “Item #632849…” Carol had the oddest sense of recognition as the object, a tall, thick posture collar, was slipped around her neck and buckled on tight, fixing the young woman’s head in place.
As the man was taking out the next item, one of the figures grabbed the hem of Carol’s t-shirt. The young woman gave a soft squeal as the cloth tore under the figure’s hands, the ruined rags falling away from her trembling body. Her cheeks flushed red beneath the straps of the gag as her naked chest was bared to the world. More embarrassingly, her nipples were sticking out quite prominently. As frightened as she was, Carol couldn’t help but feel some excitement, having one of her deepest fantasies played out for real in her own bedroom.
The next item, dubbed “Item #398185” proved to be a black leather monoglove which was soon squeezing her arms behind her back while the straps circled her shoulders and above her now naked breasts. With a sudden start of realization, Carol remembered the odd website and her misplaced order. These were the same items she’d selected for her digital double! “But I never placed the order! I never gave them my information!” Carol thought, grunting frantically into her gag in a futile effort to explain it to the men.
While she was having that realization, her captors continued the young woman’s transformation into the helpless sex slave from her fantasy. The thigh high boots with the killer heels were produced and slid up her lags, laced on tight. Carol teetered, trying to work out how to stand in those tall heels, a task soon made all the more difficult as the ankle cuffs were buckled onto them and the spreader bar secured between them, forcing the young woman to stand with her legs lewdly spread apart.
“Okay...we’ve got the gag...the collar...the shoes...what’s next?” Carol wondered. “The corset.” Said item was the next to be produced and was soon being laced tightly around her middle, drawing a gasp from the young woman as the breath was squeezed out of her. She panted, unable to take more then shallow breaths with her midsection so compressed. “On the upside,” Carol thought, “At least it’s doing wonders for my breasts.” From what little she could see, with her head fixed immobility by the posture collar, the corset had the effect of pushing her girls up and together quite nicely. Then she remembered her order. “Oh shit…”
“Item #875529.” The man said, producing the wicked pair of nipple clamps which had looked so good on her on the screen, but which Carol was sure would feel much worse on her tits. Not that there was anything she could do anymore, strapped up like she was. A quiet whimper escaped her gag as one of the figures took the clamps and turned, their free hand grabbing her right breast.
“Mmm!!!” Carol let out a sharp gasp as the metal teeth of the clamp closed painfully onto the soft nub. The process was repeated on the left as well, drawing another yelp from the captive woman. After a second, she sharp pain that had flashed initially faded somewhat and Carol started to think she could endure the clamps after all. Then she saw the weights appear in the figure’s hand. She shook her head, or tried to anyway, the collar making it difficult, but they ignored her muffled grunts and hooked the weight on the first clamp. For the moment, they kept the weight suspended in their palm, while the other one was attached. Then, without warning, they let both weights fall, dragging the clamps down with them and jerking sharply on Carol’s nipples. She groaned as fresh jolts shot through her, the initial flare followed by shorter ones each time the movement of her body caused the weights to sway, tugging the clamps in some new direction.
“Please let that be it…” Carol prayed, but to her dismay yet another item was produce to torment her helpless body. Two such objects in fact. Carol’s face went pale and she suddenly regretted having selected the “Super Sized” vibrators earlier that evening. Again, she begged and squirmed and again all her efforts were for naught. As the plugs were handed over, the hands holder her spun the young woman around. Her shoulders were pressed forward, forcing her to bend over slightly. With her head trapped by the posture collar, she couldn’t look back and see, but she was all too aware of the figure approaching, plugs in hand.
“Hhmmpph!” Carol gave a startled, indignant squeal as a hand grabbed the hem of her panties and gave a sharp pull. The thin cloth of the underwear tore away easily. Her cheeks flushed red once more, as she realized how, bent over, legs spread apart, her sex was on full display for all in the room, open and vulnerable to the penetrators.
Sure enough, she felt the first one come into contact with her sex, pausing a second before pressure was applied, steadily increasing until the lips of her sex parted, letting the tip slip in. For the first few seconds, it slid in smoothly enough. With the growing excitement Carol had been feeling, in equal proportion to her fear, she’d gotten more then a little moist down there. But the plug was huge and it felt to the young woman like it just kept coming and coming, endlessly, dragging a long moan from her. Finally, it was all the way in. Carol panted in relief, at least until she realized it was now the turn of the second and much worse plug.
She tensed as she felt cold rubber meet her asshole. She fidgeted and squirmed, about all she could do. Then, without warning, the plug was pushed in. Another long squeal escaped her gag as she slowly took the massive plug. When both were all the way in, a leather belt was produced and slipped between her legs, both ends attached off to the hem of her corset, to prevent either from coming out anytime soon. She was turned back around, moaning as she felt the plugs shift around inside her with each movement. Carol tried to comfort herself that this had to be it...then she saw the remote in the man’s hand.
“MMMM!!!” Carol screamed as the plugs suddenly exploded in an intense buzzing that seemed to spread out, vibrating every corner of her body from head to toe. Then, just when she was about to come crashing over the peak into orgasm, they suddenly cut off. Carol panted a moment, giving a moan of frustration at this denial, then they suddenly came on, with somewhat less intensity but lasting several seconds longer, cutting off just as she was at the edge once more. Carol gave a moan of dismay. The vibrators were set to random, cutting on and off in random times and intensities. She wouldn’t know when the next wave of pleasure was coming, but she could be sure of being teased and denied, again and again, for however long her captors wanted.
While she was coming to this dismaying realization, one final item was produced. The blindfold was slipped over her harness gag and buckled in place, leaving Carol now in total darkness. As she stood, listening, trying to brace herself for the next onslaught of the vibrators, she felt a hand at her collar, affixing something to it. It proved to be a leash, as she discovered when there was a sudden, sharp tug at her neck. Carol stumbled, almost falling over in the impossible heels. The tug was repeated, this time she managed a couple of the awkward, wide steps the spreader bar forced upon on, not helped by the vibrators choosing that moment to come on again with renewed intensity.
“Come slave!” The man said, addressing the young woman directly for the first time. “There isn’t much night left and we still have to make our last delivery…” The tug at the collar was repeated. Moaning into her gag, overwhelmed by the sensations coming from every corner of her body, wrapped as it was in tight, inescapable bondage, Carol stumbled after him, off to be delivered in the night and, come the morning, meet her new master...