TW: Erotic Content, Humiliation, Bondage,
When she heard that they were going to be kidnapped, Cindy was a bit excited. To be fair, all five of them were. It's hard not to be at least a little excited when you get a sneak peak at your upcoming secret initiation.
The five of them were the freshman players on Central University's volleyball team: Cindy, her best friend Tabitha, Lainey, Allie, and Clara. They had all been warned by their senior teammates that there was a traditional initiation every year for the first years, but that it was top-secret and they'd have no warning of what was coming or when it would be.
The five girls already had a bit of a reputation around campus, not just for being great additions to the volleyball team (they were all starting as freshmen), but also for being total knockouts. Cindy's a brunette with height and a body toned from a life of athletics. Tabitha a bit curvier of a redhead who's scarlet locks go down to her waist, while Lainey's golden blonde hair reaches even further past her ass unless she has it braided for a game. Allie's a fiery Latina with fitting red highlights to compliment her light brown hair, and finally Clara's a short but stunning Japanese girl with raven-black hair that's on the longer side.
It was Lainey who heard the rumor. Someone must have let it slip to a friend, and eventually the word made it back to the social butterfly that was Lainey. Blonde and busty, Lainey's the type who could make friends with anyone, and more-than-friends with most. If the other four had thought about it more, they might have been more suspicious of the rumor and how it just happened to be overheard by the ditzy-est member of their group. That suspicion might have saved them quite a bit of humiliation.
But, as things ended up, the five girls were just too excited to question. They gossiped about what their 'kidnapping' would entail, and when it would happen. A few days after the original news that their initiation would be a fake kidnapping, Lainey heard some more tidbits, including that it would happen on Friday night. The girls were a bit surprised to hear that it was going to be the night before their big rivalry game against Middle College, but perhaps that was part of the tradition.
Cindy was so excited that night that she couldn't actually fall asleep. She was certain that this experience would really make her a part of the team, and she was desperate for that acceptance by her seniors. When her door slowly clicked unlocked and a few shadowy figures crept inside, Cindy squeezed her eyes shut to maintain the illusion. The little shriek she let out as a black cloth bag was pulled down over her head, that was partially genuine surprise and partially acting. It had a cord that was build tight around her neck; not so much as to choke her, but plenty snug to make sure the bag didn't slip off. Inside its confines, Cindy was completely blind and very disoriented. The material was thick, and even in just a few moments, the brunette found the interior becoming incredibly stuffy.
Cindy felt four or five sets of hands pull her to her feet. Her hands were pulled in front of her, and her wrists were quickly tied together with what felt like hemp rope. The restraint was not particularly secure; Cindy felt like she could probably slip out of it with a few minutes effort. But that would be going against the whole spirit of the initiation! This was about show and ambiance, not actual well-done bondage.
Led by a pair of girls flanking her shoulders, Cindy was led out of her dorm room, into the common space of the suite she shared with Clara, Tabitha, and another girl named Lola. As she stumbled forward, Cindy wondered if they had already grabbed Tabitha and Clara, or if she was the first. And would Lola hear?
Led down the stairs of her residence hall, Cindy is guided out into a car or van. It was a bit embarrassing to be taken outside in just her pajamas, but at least the hood kept her identity secret unless someone could recognize her just by her body and the silky brown hair coming out of the bottom of the hood. The more annoying part was that none of her teammates bothered to guide her feet into shoes or slippers, so she had been forced to make the walk barefoot.
The car ride lasted what felt like an hour, but was actually only fifteen minutes. It was complete silence the whole time, aside from the rattling of the vehicle and the sounds of the road. When they had parked, Cindy was again guided to her feet and marched a short distance into a new building. By this point, the gorgeous brunette's heart was pounding in her chest, excitement and nerves running wild.
The walk inside the mystery building was a little longer, the floor alternating seemingly randomly between carpet and cement and even what felt like cobblestone. Finally, though, Cindy felt herself being pulled to a stop atop what felt like a stone floor.
Moments later, she was pushed, stumbling backwards until her back hit against a hard wall. Two pairs of hands held her up against it, while a third undid the loose rope from around her wrists. Cindy’s arms were pulled upwards, almost as if posing her in a large 'Y' position, before suddenly cold metal closed around her wrists. A second later, and her feet were tugged tight against the wall and her ankles encircled by a larger cuff.
Until this point, none of Cindy's teammates had spoken a word since entering her dorm room almost a half hour ago. Cindy felt the cloth bag yanked off her head. In the time she had been wearing it, the inside of the hood had become aggressively uncomfortable in its humidity and stuffiness, and now, as Cindy's face finally resurfaced, it was dotted with sweat.
Finally able to see again, Cindy's eyes first caught on her surroundings. She was in what looked like a medieval torture chamber, complete with all sorts of paraphernalia. A rack, stocks, even wall-mounted shackles like Cindy was currently trapped in. The metal cuffs around the brunette's wrists and ankles had no chain and instead were built directly into the stone wall behind them; Cindy's body was pulled taut by the restraints, no extra room for her to wiggle in.
It took several moments, but Cindy realized that she DID recognize this room. It was part of the Halls of Horrors, a haunted house setup near campus. She and the girls had gone through it the previous weekend. It had a few gimmicks to set it apart form the other 'scare sites' that always popped up in October. The first was that it was only open from 2am-4am. The second was that it was a bit raunchier than most haunted houses; not pornographic, but definitely not kid or teen-friendly either. On her visit, Cindy had seen this room filled with ghostly 'wenches' in various states of clothing disarray.
However, after a moment, those thoughts fall away, as Cindy takes a better look at the girls standing in front of her. Girls she definitely recognizes. But girls who are definitely NOT her teammates.
Standing before Cindy, smug smirks across their attractive faces, were five members of Middle College girls volleyball team. Cindy's team's rivals. The rivals she's supposed to play against tomorrow night… Or rather, since it’s after midnight at this point, the rivals she's supposed to play against tonight.
When Cindy opens her mouth to nervously demand answers as to what's happening, one of the Middle College (MC for short) girls, who Cindy thinks she recognizes from game tape as an outside hitter, stuffs a large purple ball between the brunette's teeth. Straps attached to the side are wrapped around Cindy's head as the achingly oversized ballgag is locked into place. Quite literally locked, as a small metal padlock is attached to the back to make sure it stays on.
"Sorry, babe, but your performance tonight is not actually a speaking role." The MC captain chides, drawing laughter from the other girls. With malicious grins, they pull out scissors and quickly set to snipping off Cindy's pajamas bit-by-bit. Within minutes, the brunette beauty is completely nude, save for her restraints and gag. The strict stretch of her Y-shaped position leaves her perky breasts on prominent display, and Cindy can't help embarrassedly noticing how they heave slightly with every breath she takes. Tiny bits of drool have already began to escape passed the outer edges of the rubber sphere in her mouth, trickling down to land on her tits.
At this point, the muffled curses of Cindy are completely ignored, as the Middleton girls set to seemingly preparing other parts of the chamber. It becomes clear why momentarily, as Cindy watches in horror as another hooded, pajama-clad girl is marched in by other members of her rival team.
When the hood comes off, Cindy sees that Clara is their second victim. The raven-haired Asian has had her neck and wrists locked into a stock with such a low base, her torso is parallel to the ground. The position puts as much stress on Clara's body as Cindy's own wall-mounted stretch does, and any complaints are immediately silenced by the application of a massive ring gag. It stretches Clara's mouth open further than Cindy would believe possible, leaving Clara unable to stop herself from drooling embarrassingly as it is locked into place with a padlock, just like Cindy's. Further completing the resemblance between their treatment, Clara’s nightgown is also hacked off with the scissors.
In response to the furious Asian's attempt to kick one of the MC players, the humiliated girl finds her legs pulled apart and chained to two metal rings welded to the ground, completing her descent into helplessness equal to Cindy's. Neither Cindy nor Clara miss the fact that the low height of the stocks leaves the raven-haired girl's head at a level with most people's crotches.
The two are not left alone, as one-by-one, the three remaining members of their group are brought in, stripped, gagged, and restrained to some piece of equipment in the torture chamber.
Tabitha enters next. Her ankles are cuffed to long chains hanging from the ceiling. Laid down on the ground, Tabitha is slowly lifted into the air by her ankles as a turning wheel retracts the chains up and up and up. In the end, the red-head is left hanging upside down, her head at the same height as Cindy's before another padlocked ring gag is forced between her teeth. Her descent into helpless is completed when her wrists are cuffed to the back of the gag.
Allie is fourth. The fiery Latina finds herself locked onto the rack, body stretched out into an X with absolutely no slack as the device is tightened as much as possible. Her gag, like Cindy's, is a massive ballgag, only red in color instead of purple. It matches the crimson highlights in Allie's long hair, as well as the fierce blush across her olive cheeks. The padlock is also red.
Lainey is saved for last. The gorgeous blonde, with long strands of golden hair spilling out from under her hood, is walked over to a vertical bar of waist-height iron. She's bent fully over it, her ankles and wrists being shackled together at the floor as her body is basically bent in half. The position leaves her pert ass on full display, while her long blonde locks are scattered across the floor. Her mouth is graced with a shiny yellow ballgag, once again padlocked.
Just because all five girls have been restrained does not mean the MC players are finished.
"Okay, girls, just a few custom accessories for each of you, and then we'll get out of your hair." The rival captain punctuates her pun by stepping on Lainey’s hair and grinding her foot against it and the ground, drawing a painful mewl from the bent-over blonde.
Cindy finds her breasts being lathered with some form of mysterious lotion. After a few moments, the itching and stinging begins. Her body instinctually trying to relieve the discomfort, Cindy blushes as she watches her breasts start to swing about as the itching makes her torso twitch. The girl applying the itching gel gleefully informs Cindy that the effects won't wear off for hours, and in fact, it's only going to get stronger from here.
The girl then pulls Cindy's lower torso away from the wall just long enough to insert a rather large butt plug. At least, Cindy thinks its large, until it begins to inflate and she learns what large really is. And then it starts to vibrate.
Clara receives her own buzzing toy, only hers is what looks like a pair of metal panties locked around her waist. The vibrations from them appear to be much stronger than Cindy's, or perhaps Clara is just more sensitive. Either way, the Asian girl is whimpering and stifling gagged moans within moments. Viciously teasing, the girl seeing to Clara holds up a small key before tucking it into a small crack hidden in the side of the stocks. "If you want someone to take those off you, just let them know where the key is. Just be ready to 'thank' them properly afterwards."
The inverted Tabitha finds her hanging breasts viciously wrapped with thin metal wire around their bases, making the perky tits bulge outwards painfully. Her waist-length red hair is then braided with a rope and tugged upwards, forcing her neck to crank painfully backwards until she's made to stare straight down at the floor. The far end of the rope is connected to a rubber-tipped hook that is then invasively introduced to Tabitha's ass. The shortness of the hair-rope forces Tabitha to keep her back arched, a painful contortion that makes her seem even more 'on display'.
Allie's tanned skin is decorated with sharpie until it's covered with all form of lewd suggestions and mocking statements. No space is left sacred; her legs, her stomach, her breasts, even her face are all graced with the presence of the markers. The Latina's cheeks burn red with anger and shame over the writing, until they pale at the taunting revelation that this brand of sharpie is apparently meant for temporary tattoos and is guaranteed to not wash off for ten days.
The MC captain handles Lainey personally. "I really have to thank you, Barbie, for making this so easy." She's still making a point of stomping all over Lainey’s blonde hair strewn across the ground. “Bribe a couple of guys and girls to 'gossip' about the volleyball team's initiation plans, and you basically guaranteed for us that none of you girls would even put up a struggle getting you here.”
One of her teammates hands the mocking captain a large wooden paddle, which is immediately introduced to Lainey's vulnerable ass. Smack. Smack. Smack. Again and again, she spanks Lainey, soaking up the whimpers of pain coming from the gagged blonde’s pain. This continues for several long moments until Lainey's bubble butt is bright red and aching, before the paddle is left leaning against the base of the bar that she's bent over.
"Well, girls, we best get going. They're opening tonight at 2am, and it's already…" She sarcastically checks her watch with a smirk, "1:55. Oh good, your fans will be hear soon. You girls didn't hear? Apparently someone spread a rumor that the Central volleyball girls were going to play a special part in tonight’s performances. I'm sure they're going to love you all. See you at tomorrow's game!"
With a few last laughs, and some photos taken with procured cellphones, the MC girls depart, leaving Cindy, Clara, Tabitha, Allie, and Lainey to nervously await the first customers…