by Robin Roseau
"Oh god!" I said. "No!" And then panic hit, from one second to the next, and I began struggling in complete earnest.
Of course, it didn't do me any good.
The one on my back went to work on the lacings at my back.
"No!"
"Scream again, just once more, and we'll be gagging you before we're done."
I was too far out of it to really listen, and so I continued to struggle -- and scream.
She undid all the lacings, pulling them out entirely, and then pushed the corset wide open. Then she shifted position forward, settling her weight over my shoulders -- which wasn't at all comfortable, and the two of them began working on my leather skirt, sliding it down my legs. I tried to kick and struggle, and it took them some effort, but the skirt came off, then the shoes and stockings.
"Oh," said one. "No undies to let her keep anyway."
And like that, I lay on the ground, naked and still struggling. It had been far too easy for them. They let me struggle for a minute later, but I wore myself out, and soon I found myself lying still, panting from the effort.
"I'll cooperate," I said quietly. "Please let me have my clothes back."
"Too late," said the one on my back, speaking into my ear. "Besides, this is more fun. Do her legs first."
She actually turned around while on top of me until she was sitting on the small of my back facing my feet. It wasn't at all comfortable. She shoved something under my leg, but I couldn't tell what it was.
The one on my legs shifted, freeing that leg, but before I could take advantage of it, she bent it until my heel was nearly touching my ass. That was when I realized they had a belt or strap of some sort, and the one on my back quickly did the buckle, trapping my ankle and thigh inside the belt and yanking it down tightly, then even more tightly until I couldn't straighten my leg at all.
I whimpered. "What are you doing?"
"Securing you," she said.
My second leg was treated the same way. I renewed my futile struggles, and they didn't pause until they had done something similar to each arm, my wrist drawn towards my bicep and a belt wrapped tightly. Then, to finish it off, they slipped one last belt through the crook of one elbow, across my back, and through the crook of the other. They then tightened that belt. With my arms already doubled, the end result was to pull my arms tight to my sides and slightly backwards, my hands near my armpits.
The entire time they were doing this, I tried struggling, but there were four of them. They knew what they were doing. I was made completely helpless.
Then one of them -- I didn't know their names -- lay down on the floor facing me. I stared into her eyes.
"Calm down."
"Noooo..." I whimpered. "Please stop."
"We're going to gag you now. You can fight us, but if you do, we're going to hurt you until you stop fighting. I don't think getting hurt is your thing, is it?"
"No," I said. "Please don't."
"Fight us, and we'll hurt you. Accept the gag, and we won't have to."
"No," I whimpered, but when another held a ball gag in front of my mouth and ordered me to open, I opened. She shoved it into my mouth and tightened the straps behind my neck.
"Get her clothes."
A minute later, with some effort, they picked me up and carried me from the room.
Presentation
Word must have gotten out that they had finally caught me. It seemed like everyone in the house was waiting somewhere along my route downstairs. I struggled lightly and keened into the gag the entire way, but they didn't drop me or make any threats.
The applause started when I was halfway down the stairs. It continued until after I was laid on the floor of the ballroom, right at the feet of a seated woman I presumed was the domme. I tried looking up at her, but I couldn't turn my head enough.
But I struggled and struggled to free myself, keening the entire time. I didn't know what she was going to do to me now, but if it started this way, it wasn't going to be anything I'd want. And I certainly didn't like being naked like this in front of everyone else.
"Oh, this is delicious," said a familiar voice, but I couldn't quite place it.
The domme stood up and walked around me. All I could see were leather boots and shapely legs. I continued to struggle and keen.
"I love binding them this way," she said. "Oh, look at how much flopping around she can do. That gives her the appearance she could free herself. But of course, it is utterly futile. It's fun to watch her try."
I swore into the gag, screaming at her to let me go.
"She is upset," said one of my captors. "It seemed like she was having fun, but she went a little crazy when we caught her."
"She consented," the domme said. "For those wondering. But I think this is more intense than she expected, and I haven't even touched her yet."
Then she knelt down near me, behind my head. I turned to see who it was, but I still couldn't turn my head far enough. "Did you hear the applause?" She paused. "You think it was because we caught you. It wasn't. It was because you gave me such a good game. Well done, Brandy."
She paused. "Move her here. Then we'll see."
They lifted me, and I slumped.
* * * *
They set me on a table. "If you flop around, you could fall off," said the domme. Then she pulled a chair over and sat down, and by lifting my head, I could see who it was.
I immediately stilled.
It was Precious, the woman from the shop.
She patted my cheek and leaned close to whisper into my ear. "Thank you, Brandy. I had so much fun watching you run my other pets into the ground."
I mumbled something into the gag.
I couldn't believe it was Precious. I was sure that, if anything, she was a sub. But she wasn't acting at all submissive tonight.
"I saw you yesterday," she whispered. "I had to have you. I loved our game yesterday, and now to play again today. And we're not done." She caressed my cheek. "I won't hurt you. That's not my thing, and I don't think it's yours, either.
But then she leaned very closely, her breath tickling my ear. "The rules of our game let me do whatever I want, but I have never touched someone who didn't desire my touch. I'm not starting now." She caressed my opposite cheek. It felt nice. "On the other hand, you calmed the instant you saw it was me." She licked my ear, which seemed contrary to the "never touched someone" line. On the other hand, I didn't mind, so maybe that was still true.
"I want you," she whispered. "But I can tease you for a few minutes and let you go. Everyone will be disappointed, but they'll understand. Or I can do a quite a bit more than that." She nuzzled me for a moment, and I squirmed. "I want permission, Brandy. Please let me play. May I play?"
She pulled away and lowered her face so I could look into her eyes. And then, slowly and deliberately, I nodded.
She smiled broadly. "Oh, we're going to have some fun." She leaned close again. "I won't ask permission for anything else," she whispered. "This is going to be very intense for you. I need to leave you like this for a few minutes. Does anything hurt?"
I shook my head.
She licked my ear, taking her time about it. I felt her breath. I felt her lips. And of course, I felt her tongue. I squirmed again.
Then she stood, and for the next several minutes, she would talk to the audience, although I knew some of what she said was for me, too. But as she spoke, she would touch me, gentle, soothing caresses on my bare skin. It served to remind me I was entirely naked and helpless, but at the same time, I enjoyed the attention.
"My pet was in a complete panic when she was carried in here," Precious said. "But now look. She is calm, and I think she is looking forward to what comes next."
"Who wouldn't be, Precious?" someone called out.
"Ah, perhaps," she replied. "But she's never done something like this, and she didn't know what would happen next. She was captured, stripped, and delivered like this. I don't believe she was emotionally ready for any of tha
t. She isn't calm because of anticipation. She is calm because she trusts me. Growing calm is a gift to me, and a sign of affection."
Then she stopped and rubbed my bottom for several seconds. It felt good.
"Isn't she delicious?" Precious said. She rubbed for several more seconds, then bent down and kissed the small of my back. I shivered. She kissed her way up to the back of my neck.
"Mmmm," I mumbled into the gag.
Then she straightened. "Well, we had a good game. We're about to move to the second portion, but can we thank our entertainment? First, the vanquished, Brandy."
And the applause was strong, mixed with a significant amount of catcalling and other jeers. But it was overwhelming applause, and that actually felt good.
Then it died down. "Do you know the funniest moment, Precious?" I recognized the voice of the woman from the library, the one who had helped me. "Early in your game, her pursuers were close enough to touch her, and they didn't recognize the opportunity. Then they were sent upstairs."
"How did that happen?" Precious asked.
"Because your program told them she was above them, which technically was true. She was standing on a ladder, retrieving a clue from the top of the bookshelves."
I heard two women swear and then a larger number laugh loudly.
Precious caressed one of my legs. "Can we have applause for our frustrated pursuers, victorious in the end?"
That applause was also warm, but I thought mine was warmer. I heard one woman call out, "The yank ran you four all over. She stayed cool as a cucumber, but you four were in an utter panic."
I didn't think that was an entirely fair representation, but it seemed no one intended to ask me.
Precious spoke up. "I believe all our players gave a good performance, and our winners deserve their prize." She moved to stand near my head as I lay on the table, the fingers of one hand entwined in my hair. Then she bent down, kissed my ear, and whispered, "I just need a few minutes, my pet, then you have my undivided attention. Be brave."
I squirmed a little, but I wasn't going anywhere. But she added, "Oh, you look so hot like this. So hot."
Then she straightened, offered one final caress, and moved away.
"I had thought to invite you to help play with my new pet," Precious said. "But this is a first time for her, and I think I need my attention focused. I hope you understand."
"Of course, Precious," one of them said. "May I say something?"
"You may."
"She gave us a good chase. It was frustrating at times, but only because we knew you wanted us to win. I was afraid we'd disappoint you. But she was a good opponent, and I had fun. That is sufficient reward for me."
"Very gracious, Melody," Precious said.
"I agree with Mel," said another woman, and then the other two chimed in, although the fourth one added, "Not that I wouldn't mind finding myself in a similar situation as Brandy."
That generated laughter and agreement by the other three.
"Well then," Precious said. "I have recruited help. Melody and Linda, Rosalind has requested your attention for the rest of the evening. If Rosalind is too intense for you, you may choose one of the more material prizes."
"Rosalind?" Melody asked. "Really?"
"Rosalind, Mel?" another woman said. "I'm game."
"Oh, I'm definitely game." I lifted my head and was able to watch two of my captors step to the side and kneel in front of another woman, older, who looked at them with a hungry gaze. She had a pair of leashes draped from her belt, and she unhooked one and clipped it to one collar, then the other went to the other collar.
"Come, my pets," she said, offering a tug, and to applause, she led them in the direction of the stairs leading to the basement.
"Mags, Natalia and her pets asked for one of you and didn't specify which. Do you wish to belong to Natalia, or will you take one of the prizes."
"Natalia, if you please."
"Then go to her."
I craned my head to watch the woman step around the table near my feet. She squeezed one of my feet as she passed, and then I saw her kneel to the woman whose sub had loaned me a wig. Natalia leaned forward and kissed Mags' cheek and then whispered to her, and then Mags turned around to watch me. I turned my head to watch Precious with the last of her team.
"Marianne," Precious said. "You have had no fewer than four women here ask to play with you tonight. You have a choice. You may accept one of the prizes, or you will accept whomever I give you to."
"I trust you, Precious."
"I know you do." Precious stepped forward and caressed the woman's cheek. The two looked at each other for a moment. "I hope this is the right decision. Tessie."
From the crowd, Tessie stepped forward, and I'm not sure I've ever seen a happier expression. I thought that perhaps Tessie wanted more than a few hours with Marianne.
"Tessie asked for me?"
"Most earnestly," Precious said. "Do you accept my decision?"
Tessie stopped, and I could see a flicker of pain cross her face.
"Yes," Marianne said. "But I don't understand. Tessie asked for me?"
"I did," Tessie said, stepping forward. Marianne turned to face her. The two women looked at each other. They both looked uncertain, and I was sure this was about more than play.
"I didn't think you liked me."
Tessie looked down. "I didn't think you liked me."
"You're not serious, right?"
Tessie looked up. I couldn't read her expression, but I thought it was hope.
"I need to know," Marianne said. "Is this just for now. Or for longer?"
"I'd like longer," Tessie said. "A lot, lot longer."
Marianne took two steps forward, halving the distance between them. "I can switch," she said. "But it's hard for me."
"Sometimes?" Tessie asked. Then she smiled. "Or we can offer ourselves together."
Marianne grinned. "Not tonight though."
"Oh, no," Tessie said. "Tonight you're all mine." Then she stepped forward, pulled Marianne into her arms, and the two kissed, quite passionately.
The crowd cheered and applauded, and I heard several cries of, "It's about time!"
Tessie broke the kiss but kept her arms around Marianne's waist. "I have a room. Will you let me take you?"
"Do you have toys?"
Tessie grinned and nodded. Marianne drew closer and laid her head on Tessie's shoulder. The two held each other for a minute, then slowly they began moving from the room. I watched them as long as I could. They seemed oblivious to the comments and suggestions from the other women.
It was hard to believe love could be found so easily, but I thought perhaps they had been dancing around each other for a while.
Precious watched them leave then moved back to me, standing at my head with a hand on my back. It was too difficult to look up at her, so I laid my head down and grew still.
"Well," she said. "You have my undivided attention, my pet. And as you are wearing this delightful red collar, that makes you the main attraction. Which means we're staying right here where everyone can watch."
"Oh, god," I thought.
"Could I have a few volunteers to help me move her? I want her there."
Several women stepped forward, picked me up from the table, and moved me a short distance. I looked down and saw they were lowering me onto some sort of furniture. It vaguely resembled a sawhorse or one of those horses that they use in gymnastics. This was narrower, and clearly was designed for other purposes. There were straps. It was made of bright red leather, but there was a clear plastic sheet draped over it, and I realized that was for sanitary purposes.
With Precious directing, they completely rebound me, slowly and carefully. I looked at them as they were doing it, but I didn't struggle. And I saw that Nina and Kendra were two of the woman helping Precious.
They did my arms first, one at a time. Nina held my wrist, and Kendra released the strap. And then Nina moved my arm down along the side of the h
orse. There were straps waiting. Nina held my arm in place while Kendra did the straps. I found my forearm spread along a little shelf, one strap around the wrist and another just above my elbow, the arm bent at an angle and held tightly. Then they moved to the other side and repeated the operation with the second arm. I watched, my heart pounding, but otherwise I was calm.
My legs received similar treatment, although it was by two other women, and I couldn't see who they were.
Then Nina knelt down near my head, leaning in closely. "Do you wish you'd said 'no'?"
I shook my head. She smiled.
"Good. You might change your mind back and forth a few times."
Then she kissed one cheek. Kendra kissed the other. And then they backed away.
The end result was simple. My chest and stomach were flat against the top of the horse. My arms were pulled down tightly, holding me firmly in place. But the shape of the horse, and the way my knees were bent meant my ass was raised in the air, although my pelvis was still pressed against the horse, right at the end. My ass was actually hanging out over the end, and I could only imagine the view everyone had from that direction. I imagined they could see everything.
To add to it, there was a mound at the end, pressing against me, giving me pressure. I squirmed a little, and that pressure felt... really... good.
It all made me feel quite vulnerable.
Then Precious laughed. "Isn't she precious?" The audience enjoyed that. She knelt down near my head to talk to me. The entire time, she was touching me, and that felt good, too.
"Well, Brandy," she said loudly enough for the audience to hear her. "I'm about to begin. I'm going to break you down. I'm going to make you feel more vulnerable and more helpless than you can even imagine feeling. I'm going to tease you. I'm going to torment you. I'm going to do things you like, but I'm also going to doing things you absolutely, positively are going to hate. You are going to squirm. You are going to moan. But you are also going to tremble and cry."
As if my heart wasn't pounding enough.
"I'm not going to stop. There is nothing you can do to make this end. I am going to break you down into a little puddle of Brandy. And it won't be until you're long past when you think you can't take anymore that I'm going to teach you an important lesson."