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By *h52 OP Man
3 weeks ago
Milton Keynes |
A shared fantasy developed for my Tgirl Lover to enjoy by both of us. I hope you enjoy.
Lady Elena the beautiful it girl socilite, coveted by all at the weekend party, sips champagne and networks all night long. As she leaves the high class venue she notices a black van parked around a corner. A private taxi she muses??? A man stands holding a cardboard sign…… lady Elena taxi??? It must have been her PA that booked it she thinks as she approaches…. The door slides open and she willingly enters the taxi sets off, but Lady Elena realises that she is its only passenger, but pays it no mind as her PA often orders her a private ride. Her thoughts wander to the evening past, the compliments she received about her sexy leather outfit, the amount of high society men that drooled over her and plied her with drinks….. her thoughts suddenly stop as she realises the taxi has changed course and appears to be heading in the opposite direction??? ‘Your going the wrong way’ she exclaims…..’just a little detour for the roadworks’ the driver reassures….. Lady Elena relaxes and continues to ponder the evening as the driver turns sharply and heads into a warehouse!!!! Just then she is grasped tightly from behind and a cloth is forced over her perfect mouth!!!! Lady Elena’s eyes slowly close as she drifts into unconsciousness.
Lady Elena slowly awakens, her mind slightly cloudy as she stirs. Suddenly she remembers what had happened and she jumps herself fully awake!!! She sits bolt upright swinging herself off the bed…. Owww…. A sharp shock in her ankle as she comes to terms with her surroundings. She looks around, taking in the area. Elena realises she is sat on a single metal bed, the sharp ankle pain a chain attached to a large ring in the floor. Around her are five other beds each adorned with another bed and another beautiful girl of which all are within this large steel cage. Beyond the cage are seven others each with the same contents… Elena spies a few other girls she recognises from the party but most are foreign to her. Elena grabs at the ankle chain and tries to free herself but to no avail the chain being far too tough and tight ‘we can’t get away’ the girl next to her states, ‘we have all tried, so we just have to do what they say now.
Lady Elena’s pulse races as she realises her predicament. Her thoughts on what will happen to her as she crumbles to her captivity. One of the girls places herself beside her and tries to comfort her, conveying that she herself has been here for a couple of weeks now and that it gets easier. She introduces herself, Francesca de vile, a countess but no longer she reveals. Just follow their orders and all will be ok, it hurts a little to start with but you may even start to enjoy it a little!!
Fearful Lady Elena"s thoughts wander from her Cage back to that night's Party. It does seem an odd coincidence, now she think of it, that this Party's dress theme was 'Kinky'. So there were French Maids, Cheerleaders, Rubber Dresses, you name it. All very tastefully done, of course, and just a bit if fun. Her own leather miniskirt and short jacket were relatively mild by comparison - though she had smiled to herself at the hidden surprise she'd planned to reveal later...
...But she also now recalls that several of the men attending had gone for a macho Leather-Dom look, and seemed to be enjoying the role rather a lot. The scary thought occurs to her too that whoever has abducted her in such a planned way must have known about the party and even that she'd be there? And surely that could mean someone who was at the party?!...
...Maybe even the party organisers? A group of men she doesnt know herself- an acquaintance got her the invite. They has given their group a funny, strange name - what was it now?
.."Suddenly their group's name - or nickname - comes back to Elena It was "The Auctioneers' Club"..
A funny sort of name as she's pretty sure that's not what any of them do day to day. She'd imagined it was maybe something to do with them organising Charity Auctions of various offers, as rich people sometimes do as part of their Big Dinners or Parties. Sometimes the auction items are experiences, or spending time with a famous person - at a restaurant say, that kind of thing..
..Oh No, surely not! An awful idea occurs to Elena. What if these 'Auctioneers' secretly have a very different sort of Auctions in mind? Ones that would certainly offer the winning gentleman a unique prize to experience..What if she and the other girls are the prizes? Is she to be auctioned then, as some sort of servant? But hang on - she has noticed there are security cameras monitoring them now from every angle..Maybe the bidding has already begun?!"
A harsh tone sounds from from a speaker on the wall, Elena looks on as a beautiful Asian girl is lead by her ankle chain from a cage further away. Her head hung low…. Please …. Not again…. Please she protests but to no avail as the guard leads on. She disappears into another room. Within a few minutes Elena is shocked to hear what sounds like the girl in pain!!!! Francesca turns to Elena ‘that is the princess of Thailand, she is to be given to a Mongol warlord’ Elena’s shock is evident and Francesca continues ‘they say he is a rather large man so she is to be stretched accordingly’. ‘I am to be given to a mobster don I am told and thankfully he is of average size so little stretching is needed’. We are being auctioned off Elena, as property to be used as they see fit, we have no station or riches anymore just sexual servitude’
A large red light appears on the opposite wall and a guard reaches Lady Elena’s cage… he opens the door and grasps her ankle chain, tugging on it like a farmer with his prize stock. Elena has no choice but to follow. She is lead to the centre of the room and fixed again to a ring on the floor. The guard leaves and bright lights illuminate every curve on Elena’s body as the floor begins to move. She is on some sort of turntable!!! Elena can do nothing as she is turned, like a doll in a shop display.
The turntable stops abruptly as a circular black satin curtain lowers from the ceiling surrounding Lady Elana. A voice breaks from the speaker… ‘intermission’. The guard enters through the curtain with a bag, reaches inside and produces a set of cuffs. He grasps Lady Elana wrists roughly in turn and secures the cuffs tightly. He then pulls each behind her back clamping them together. Next he pulls more cuffs from his bag, drops to his knees and secures them around Elena’s perfect ankles, a chain secured to each. He then attaches a collar around her neck and clamps a chain to it. Elena realises the chains disappear into a corresponding holes within the turntable.
A hand appears under the curtain with a T bar covered in padded leather which is pushed into a slot in front of Elena’s legs. The guards then retreat from the area and the speaker sounds again with ‘display’
"Elena finds herself flushing with a mixture of shame and adrenaline as she is secured on the turntable - it's humiliating and scary to be treated like this - like livestock at a market - but even worse to think she must be being watched and leered at by men with perverted desires - and very soon she may be at the mercy of one of them. And she expects giving her 'mercy' is the last thing on any of their depraved minds!
Her mind races as she struggles to take in what is - and may yet be - happening. Why the need for the further restraints they have just fitted? And what on earth is the purpose of the padded t-bar that has just been fixed in front of her? She quivers as she wildly tries to imagine what it's dark purpose can be..." Elena, alone on the turntable gasps as the motion starts once more, the black satin curtain raises to reveal her to her onlookers. ‘Spread’ announces from the speaker and Elena immediately hears a motor engage under the turntable, the chains attached to her ankle cuffs slowly tighten, forcing her to move her beautiful legs apart, thankfully she has the T bar to rest against or she would be sure to fall over. She catches sight of her reflection in a mirrored surface opposite and shamefully admires how sexual she looks. What seems to Elena to be a lifetime passes as the next announcement booms through the speaker ‘bend’ …. Elena hears another motor, this time the chains attached to the collar tightens, forcing Elena over the T bar before her. She feels her short leather shirt ride up over her stocking tops to produce her gorgeous bottom on full display. Elena’s heart races as her thoughts dwell on what could possibly happen next!!!! . a heady cocktail of shameful emotions fill lady Elenas head as she turns, being displayed in such a vulnerable position with no means of escape sends a shiver down her spine. The turntable suddenly stops. She realises it has stopped in a position that her pert bottom is facing directly to the camera. She hangs her head low as she thinks of just how many eyes are staring lustfully at her lingerie covered rear, the same lingerie she had bought for effect at the party earlier. How was she to know that her incredibly sexy look would be put on display like this!!!!
Elenas thoughts are shattered as she here’s a distant cheer from what sounds like a large group of people. High and low pitched, men and women she deduces. Her shame being cheered?? The speaker erupts into action again….’256, average and well done gentleman a new record’ the guards disappear with huge smiles into a side room. Elena is left, in position, a camera pointing directly at her rear and the caged girls as onlookers directly in front of her. As Elena’s predicament gets more intense the side door opens, a guard appears, moves to Elena and drops to her right ankle. He produces a metal wire with a tag and secures it with a hand cranked machine. The chains then slacken. The collar and cuffs are removed and Elena is lead back to her tiny bed with the cage, once more being secured to the floor.
The Guard leans closer to Elena as he secures her back in the cage, so close she can smell his stale breath. 'Keep up with those frosty, snooty looks you're shooting us, you stuck up bitch. That way maybe you'll turn off your new Master and he'll give you to us for a spell as the next Guardroom Whore. We'll break you in - the hard way!'
As the lock closes Elena realises this is in fact, her dilemma. Resist and keep a shred of self respect but be punished in unspeakable ways? Or try to be pleasing to them - perhaps thus buying the time and opportunity to plan her escape? She looks around for her prisoner friend from earlier, but can no longer see her - perhaps she has already been taken to meet her fate with her new Master?
It's so frustrating not being able to ask anyone how things work here and what may happen next. For example, is this place just a Clearing House for the Auctions, in which case she night be taken elsewhere next- and the journey could provide slim chance for escape? But then the Guard's mention of a 'Guardhouse Whore', if he wasnt just winding her up, suggests a more permanent setup? That could make sense - after all they call themselves a Club, so maybe she is in their 'Clubhouse'?! It might suit them to have more spacious facilities for their depravaties? - she shudders as her imagination runs riot with what that might entail - dungeons, film studios, fantasy sets public play arenas...
And to her shame Elena realises that what she has worn under her current outfit could well suggest to her captors that she is somehow inviting their dark fantasies. At the earlier party she got teased a bit that Her leather miniskirt and jacket were not all that on the 'kinky' theme. But as the evening progressed and she hit the dancefloor she had planned to reveal cheeky peeks at what she wore beneath...Such innocent flirting compared with what she must now face! Elena sits in the cage watching as girl after girl is placed in the same predicament. The speaker being the only break in proceedings. Elena continues to give the guards seething looks when they are not looking in a vain effort at defiance.
She puzzles at some of the outcomes, especially when some of the girls she recognises as the waitresses from the party are brought up and instead of a number they are given a name… some say ‘bought in’ others either ‘factory’ or ‘farm’ she has also seen some of the party goers given the same?? Elena knows a few personally, a couple even went to school with her.
The constant stream finally ends, it’s late and Elena’ eyes begin to drop, ‘I must stay awake and be in my guard’ she thinks to herself but to no avail as she almost passes out on her little metal bed.
Elena wakes with a start, feeling a little woozy. Owww… she has what appears to be a large bite on the back of her neck.
The guards mull around, taunting some of the more fragile girls. She stares at them with malice. ‘Shooting is filthy looks again snooty bitch!!!’ She has been caught ‘ere arry, this snooty bitch need to know her place!!’. Both guards approach the cage unlock it and enter ‘you need to know what happens to snooty bitches in this place’ he growls ‘Bob, pass me those cuffs, we’re gonna have some fun’. He grasps Elena roughly once more and secures the cuffs in front of her,’we’ll take the tart to our place’. He takes the chain from the centre ring and starts to lead Elena away. Elena’s heart is in her mouth as the pair drag her to the guard room door and then through. They push her against the wall and secure her cuffs to a ring above her head. Elena, now terrified of her fate begins to shiver with disbelief of what is to come ….. then her eyes fall on a girl, chained over a desk. She has a ball gag lodged in her mouth, her once perfect Prada skirt, ripped to the belt line, her stockings in tatters and bare chested.Elena recognises her as a particularly entitled diplomats daughter from the party. She remembers how vocal she had been to the waiting staff. ‘This is what appens to mouffy little whores’ Bob declares and promptly pulls out his manhood, pushing deep inside her without a second thought. ‘This is the only way we could shut her up!’ Says Harry, before ripping of the ball gag and thrusting straight into her perfect mouth!!! Elena’s arms over her head prevent her from looking away, all she can do is watch as this poor girl gets taken. ‘Enjoyin the show bitch’ growls Harry ‘I’m gonna enjoy avin you bitch’. ‘Right Bob, let put one on top of the other and av em both togever’ Bob breaks away, grabs Elena’s wrists away from the wall ring and pushes her over the top of the poor girl, he attaches Elena’s cuffs to the same point as the girls and makes his way behind her……. Just then the door flings open!!!! A man enters the room,’now, now guards, we don’t want to sully our prize possession do we’ the man declares. They stop at once ‘but boss she’s been a snotty cow givin us filfy looks’. ‘Even so guards, she is not to be touched by the likes of you’. The guards disappointedly release Elena from the table and Bob leads Elena back out of the room towards her cage, as she leaves she hears the man say ‘once you have her back in her cage you can carry on’ with this you hear a squealing sob come from the girl. Elena realises she has just met the Guardhouse Whore and with great relief re-enters her cage.
The speaker erupts into action….’250-260 to acclimatisation’….. the guards rush into action. They release the chains of the girls within the specified range of which Elena is one and begin linking their ankle chains together.
Once linked the guard go to each end of the chained girls and grasp the spare chain. It’s Bob and harry who bark orders at the girls ‘roit my little sluts, you is to follow me right leg first, any of yous that fall over are comin to the guard room…. Is that clear!!!!’ The girls nod their heads. Bob is in the lead as he shouts ‘right,left, right, left’. The girls find it extremely difficult in their high heels to follow, some start to wobble as they go out of step, the girls find in front of Elena topples!!!!! Elena grabs hold of her to steady her and thankfully does not topple herself.
They reach another door ‘acclimatisation’ is written above it and they enter.
The girls are lined up facing a desk as a short, dumpy, bald man enters the room wearing a doctors coat. Elena thinks to herself that he looks quite comical, almost like a cartoon. He walks up and down the row of girls, occasionally stopping to either squeeze the girls cheeks or stroke their stocking clad legs….. he then grabs hold of a small stool and addresses the girls ‘good morning, I am Dr green, I trust you are all in good health so far?’ Some of the girls nod ‘good, good …. Anyone experiencing and headaches or nausea? The girls stay silent ‘good, good ….then the procedure is a success!!’ The girls look at each other in curiosity and shock. The Dr sits at the desk and starts to scribble on his paperwork. He addresses the guards ‘ any of them displaying any strange symptoms??’ Bob answers ‘no sir, they has all bin fine’ the Dr starts scribbling again ‘good, good’. He continues to write.
After a few minutes he puts down his pen and stands ‘ girls, if you would be so kind as to raise your hair I just need to check on the healing process’ the girls look shocked but comply anyway, Elena, unsure herself what is going on remembers a stinging in her neck, raises her hair also but feels the small lump is still there!!!
The Dr uses his stool to reach the much taller girls necks. On every occasion give a ‘good, good’ before moving to the next.
Once he has finished, he goes back to scribbling on his notes before addressing the girls as a whole ‘you may be wondering about the little stinging lump on the back of your neck girls’ he smiles ‘it is my little experiment that has been perfected over the last 12 years’ he has a look of pride, rocking in his heels and holding on to his coat like a professor at a lecture ‘your food was laced with a little concoction of mine to put you in a deep sleep and whilst you were in full REM sleep you were injected with a small capsule at the base of your skull’ more pride appears to fill him ‘this capsule is electronic and keyed to your number, it can be activated at any time. If you are to escape or displease your new Master, Master or Mistress depending on the circumstances, the signal will be initiated. The capsule will release a powerful toxin that will firstly paralyse you and then shut down your complete nervous system. It has a tracker fitted so that your body may be collected and disposed of. Now girls, please do not think to try it out as plenty have only to their detriment’. There is a look of horror around the room followed by tears and even collapse as the girls realise their fate is now well and truly sealed with no chance of escape. Elena’s mind races around her circumstances, her only thought was to to escape and now the opportunity has been denied to her!!! …….. ‘that is all guards, take them to processing!. The Dr, looking pleased with himself sits back down and starts to scribble again, the door opens and the guards begin to lead the line of girls out again. The girls totter along in their chain gang, trying their hardest not to put one foot out of place. Elena is finding it so hard to concentrate as her mind is filled with her close scrape with the guards and despair that as realisation of no escape hits her.
Elena’s mind does not compute that the guards now have lined the girls against the wall and started to secure wrist cuffs to each until they reach her and grasp her wrist firmly. The learing look from the depraved Bob and harry as they do so makes Elena’s spine chill. ‘We still might ave you yet snooty bitch’ as the cuffs close and clamp together ‘we’ll be watching out for you and when you muck up, we’ll ave you back in our room’. Elena seethes under her breath at the two and thinks again of the poor girl still secured and waiting for their perverted needs….. Elena now remembers her name too….. Henrietta, yes that’s it, not just some guardroom who’re’ Elena feels a tiny sense of achievement for giving her name back.
A door opens and what sounds like a French voice come from the room ‘250’. The girl is release from the chain and ushered into the room.
Each girl enters in turn….. but doesn’t come out again…… Elena’s turn is coming soon, another feeling of dread to fill her mind…. What will go on in the next room, why don’t the girls come back out!!!
The door opens ‘256’ rings out in the French accent. The depraved guards release Elena’s ankle chain but not before grasping her perfect stockinged leg and feeling it on the way down to the chains lock. Elena has another chill run down her spine as the touch her.
Her cuffed wrists are grasped and pulled along to the open door. The guards take great delight of grabbing Elena’s arms, torso and at one point pert bottom as they manhandle her into the room and smirk as they attach Elena’s wrist cuffs to an open link on a dangling chain.
The guards, to Elena’s relief then leave the room. A mechanical, electronic sound fills the air as much to Elena’s surprise her arms are dragged upwards towards the ceiling!!!
Elena’s thoughts go back to the guard room, surely it cannot happen, she thinks. She is facing a long counter with a glass top, the light reflecting off the top prevents her from seeing what is inside but she can just make out red velvet.
The French accent breaks the silent panic ‘So it is true what they say about Elena’ a soft caramel woman’s voice that could melt butter meets Elena’s ears. ‘ cest magnifique’. Elena’s fixed gaze is met by a stunningly attractive girl dressed in a long black leather coat. Elena can make out a beautiful leather corset and mini skirt beneath over what must be stockings she thinks,and laboutin knee length boots. She has leather opera gloves that completes the look of a dominant woman. She has long black hair and perfect features.
She struts around Elena nodding in approval as she goes. ‘A beautiful choice of outfit, I must approve’ she states ‘leather is my passion and you wear it very well Elena’ she stops and stands directly in front of Elena staring directly into her eyes ‘You are here to be prepared my dear, but it seems such a shame to remove such a lovely wrapping’. Her eyes look deep into Elena’s soul as she reaches forward and unbuttons Elena’s leather jacket ‘you have come very well presented dear, far better lingerie than I could have hoped for’ she hitches up Elena’s skirt ‘very pretty, I could not have chosen better myself’. She walks around Elena again continuing the approval by nodding and running her leather gloves over Elena’s lingerie.
She produces a pad and starts to make notes, all the while giving little noises of approval. All Elena can do is hang in place wondering what the outcome of this further ordeal will be, Elena’s head unable to move, only able to look forward.
‘I am Madam Fifi, I look after all the girls here and prepare them for their new Masters. Yours, as many others has particular requirements that must be met and I must produce exactly what they expect’ Elena’s mind spins which what could be expected of her, what ever will he expect her to do???
‘We will continue with the process do not fight it or you will be put back to the general populous and once the guards have had their fun it will be off to the factory or the farm with you’
Madam Fifi begins to check Elenas body as if she were a prize racehorse, feeling her flanks and calves, even opening her mouth and checking her teeth. She then pushes a button that makes the chain move along the ceiling forcing Elena to walk towards another T bar….. once there the chain travels down the wall forcing Elena to bend double over it!!! Madam Fifi then attaches ankle cuffs and spreads Elena’s legs apart until she is left exposed and vulnerable. ‘Parfie she states, very beautiful’ Elena tries to stifle her emotions. As a cold feeling presses against her!!!! ‘Too cold’ states Madam Fifi as Elena realises it must be her fingers rubbing what she can only presume is lubricant against her exposed pussy. ‘ it will warm soon, now relax or this may hurt’ Elena feels another cold hardness pressing against her, she tries her best to relax as she feels a very cold hardness pushing into her!!! Her shock is evident, she throws her head back and forth and tries to stamp her feet but to no avail as she feels the hardness entering her and then the feeling of closing behind the intrusion!!! Elena gasps wide eyed as her body accepts it. Madam Fifi continues ‘ good girl, only a little more discomfort to go’ Elena feels Madam Fifi twisting something on the intrusion and feels herself getting fuller, it appears to be growing inside her!!! She hears a click and Madam Fifi stands back, ‘there we go my dear, so pretty and so safely locked away’ .
Madam Fifi presses the button again and Elena raises to a standing position, she feels the weight of the intrusion resting heavily inside her. A panel in the wall raises allowing Elena to stare directly into a mirror, on the opposite wall another mirror…. Elena stares at her shame, a plug has been inserted inside her, a deep red jewel shines out from between her thighs and a tiny jewelled padlock hangs down. Elena cannot believe her eyes, her only thought is that at least the perverse guards can no longer have her!!!
‘Now you have been secured, you must now go through the training regime. From now on you are no longer Lady Elena but a name chosen by your new Master. You will learn to accept it and long for your Master to call you by it. I have a temporary collar for you to use’ she produces it and places it around Elena’s neck’s have taken the liberty of attaching your name tag to it, you will wear it with pride or there will be consequences’ she stands back admiring her handiwork. Once you leave this room you will be provided with your own cell, you will be with us for a few weeks whilst we trialing you to an acceptable standard. You will change into your uniform as soon as you enter your cell and remain in uniform until you leave your training. The name your Master has chosen for you is…..babydoll. To this you will only refer to yourself as and answer to’ Madam Fifi then presses the button again and babydoll is dragged towards a door on the opposite side of the room. ‘A very beautiful babydoll, I will admit to being jealous of your Master’ with that the door opens and babydoll finds herself in a corridor awaiting her next fate….. TBC
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