Author's Note: I started this with a very vague idea of how I wanted it to go and some ideas of what I wanted to make sure to include, so if anyone has any suggestions as to what they would like to see happen, feel free to post them in the comments section before I finish the story - oh, and enjoy!

Update (07/09/11): I have started to incorporate Jenny Harrison into the story - enjoy!

Update (09/16/11): I would like to thank both Jenny and Michelle for their contributions to the story thus far. They are truly muses. Jenny is the inspiration for the first image attached to this story. Michelle will figure prominantly in an illustration in Chapter Four. Enjoy!


Chapter 1

Britney paused one last time, wondering if she really and truly wanted to go through with this. She had never done anything like this before. An exasperated sigh later reaffirmed her decision. After all, she was already deeply committed to her current course of action, and to back out at this point was out of the question.

Her actions, by the way, meaning she was sitting in her vehicle on a lonely deserted path behind a large estate in the country, a small bag of necessary items on the seat next to her, her heart pounding as she considered her next move.

Removing the key from the ignition of her beat up junker of a car, she placed it with exaggerated finality into a small metal strongbox with a padlock. Placing her identification and all money, as well as jewelry and cell phone into the box as well, she closed and quickly snapped the padlock in place before she could talk herself out of it.

Done!

She was too desperate to seriously consider a change of plans at this point.

Oh, she could still turn back now, but without any means of releasing the lock it would mean an extremely long walk back to the nearest town in order to obtain something to smash open the padlocked box with. Considering her attire, at the moment, this was definitely not something she wanted to do.

There were other considerations as well, considerations which had led her to this course of action, but she put those considerations aside.

Reinforced by such thoughts as additional motivation to see her plans through to the next stage, Britney opened the squeaking car door and stepped her bare feet out of the vehicle.

Anyone lucky enough to be present to watch would have seen an extremely attractive woman, in her mid-20's, standing 5'-6" tall, sporting a natural 40E bust line. Combined with her extremely small 24 inch waistline and 34 inch hips, her bust line made for a devastating effect upon anyone who chanced to see her.

Not that Britney was all bust - she had other assets as well that were similarly endowed with a natural beauty.

For instance, there were her green eyes - usually the second thing most people noticed about her. Large and wide with long lashes and expressive eyebrows above, they perfectly framed her face above a pert nose and full red lips.

Just as noticeable was her dark hair which cascaded down to her waist, framing her face perfectly in the process.

Finally, most people noticed her skin.

It was a perfectly unblemished olive complexion.

She very closely resembled a certain internet porn star known as Ewa Sonnet, in fact.

She had driven here wearing nothing but a very undersized tank top and short shorts. Both were threadbare, allowing clear viewing of her aroused areolas through the thin white material. Her white cotton short shorts were similarly worn, and had worked their way well up between her ass cheeks. Since the air conditioning of her car didn't work, she was already sweating even in spite of her abbreviated attire, which only caused it to cling to her body so much more.

The elasticized waist was so worn it had lost it's elasticity, requiring her to cinch the built in drawstring at the waist up drastically to keep them from falling down her hips, which in turn required her to pull the shorts up even higher on her waist. Her labia were easily seen as the material wedged itself up between her thighs, and the fact her cunt was soaking wet already only made the almost filmy material cling even more closely to her body.

No pubic hair was visible, of course, as she had completely waxed it off.

The first thing to go was the top, which she immediately dug her red fingernails into and ripped to shreds before her nerves became even shakier.

Next were her shorts, which were similarly destroyed. Now, unless she wanted to stroll into town completely nude - or wearing knotted together scraps of clothing - she would be forced to go through with her original plans.

Tossing the scraps of clothing back into the car, she leaned back in for the bag in the passenger seat, her breasts swinging freely as she did so. It was an incredibly odd feeling to be outside nude, and Britney noticed the coolness on her skin even as she realized she was even more aroused than before.

Terrified at the same time, of course, but aroused nonetheless.

Placing the bag on the roof of her car, she first pulled out a pair of ballet shoes. Not the kind that a dancer wears, but rather the bondage fetish kind that have a long pencil thin heel on the back that forces the wearer onto their toes while wearing them even as a strap buckles and locks into place and prevents the wearer from removing them.

Leaning her naked buttocks against the still warm fender of her car, she slipped them on her feet and buckled them into place. Tiny brass padlocks ensured they were not coming off of her feet without a key.

Cuffs went around her ankles then, with a short 12 inch chain between, and were also padlocked into place.

Stepping hesitantly, she reached her arms up and slipped her long hair up into a ponytail at the crown of her skull, holding it place with a few rubber bands before slipping a short leather sleeve with small silver studs over the rubber bands and securing her hair into place. Once more, her breasts were on full display as she stretched her body upwards, the curvature of her ribcage clearly visible and framing her toned and flat stomach.

Next was a collar around her throat, which matched the leather sleeve holding her hair in place as it too had small silver studs projecting outwards. As with the ballet shoes the collar was padlocked into place.

Britney hesitated a moment at the next item, as it was a very large ring gag affixed to a head harness. Knowing it was too late to back out now; she carefully slipped the ring gag into place behind her teeth and pulled the straps over her head, securing them in back with small silver buckles before adding even more tiny padlocks.

Breathing raggedly now, she tossed almost everything remaining back into the car and locked the door before slamming it shut.

The remaining item she kept consisted of a short black polished rod. On one end of the rod was a black leather loop, again similar to her collar in that it had small silver studs embedded into its length. At the other end of the rod was a pair of leather cuffs, padlocks hanging loosely, awaiting her wrists.

Reaching behind her, she slowly worked the leather loop over her hands, then her wrists, up her forearms, and finally, after much effort, above her elbows. She was a vision of pure sexuality as she writhed about working the loop up her arms, her body squirming and twisting while her breasts bounded about with every jostle. Whining through the ring gag did nothing to alleviate the burning pain in her shoulders as they were stretched backwards until her elbows literally met.

Painfully, she fumbled with the leather cuffs behind her back. Blind to what she was doing, she had to work by feel and it took her several minutes just for one wrist. Once it was buckled in place, the other wrist went faster. Last but not least, she clumsily worked the small padlocks into place and experienced a small shiver in spite of herself as she heard them click.

Absolutely NO turning back NOW!

Britney was completely nude, arms bound behind her back, breasts thrust out invitingly to anyone lucky enough to find her, gagged in a head harness with absolutely no way to spit out the ring gag - and indeed unable to prevent anyone from inserting a body extremity of their choice down her throat, and hobbled so that she could not even run effectively should she attempt to flee from anyone she sought to evade.

Already she experienced extreme discomfort, from the bitingly painful shoes on her feet to her already aching jaws, and from the excruciatingly uncomfortable position her arms and shoulders were pinned in to the new ache she felt as she was forced to arch her back in an extreme manner to accommodate the completely unnatural posture forced upon her by her bound arms.

Should anyone find her, she would be a tasty morsel that was completely at their mercy!

This unnerving - yet oddly stimulating - thought kick started her moving in the general direction she knew the mansion laid. She had viewed satellite imagery of the estate, and knew where she was parked relative to the mansion, so now it was a matter of navigating her way by memory to her next destination.

She could not help but notice how her breasts were thrust out and bounced with even the small steps her hobble allowed as she slowly made her way down the overgrown woodland lane. As pendulous as they were, she knew extended exertions without a bra of any sort were going to leave them aching as well...but at this point she had no choice. She also noticed how much drool had already dribbled down her chin, and was leaving a slick trail down between her breasts, across her flat stomach, and all the way down to her bare cunt.

Wincing up at the already hot sun backing down upon her shoulders and head, she turned and proceeded along the abandoned and grass choked gravel lane towards her destination, stinging sweat dripping into her eyes and worrisome gnats beginning to hover overhead. Blades of grass and the leaves of small saplings felt odd and alien on her naked flesh as she moved, first on her calves and thighs, then brushing against her breasts and shoulders as she moved deeper down the unused lane. She occasionally turned sideways when a particularly obstructive branch slipped against her now very sensitive cunt.

She had to step carefully in short 12 inch movements to avoid falling since she had absolutely no use of her arms as she timidly walked down the path towards her destiny.


Chapter Two (added: 07/09/11)

Jenny Harrison leaned wearily on the counter of the hotel, holding her long red hair back from her face as she was signing in for her room, all the while ignoring the desk clerk stealing a glance at her ample cleavage. She only had the one bag, and would have ignored the offer of someone carrying it to her room - if this had been that kind of hotel.

In fact, the hotel was the only one in town, and was quite drab and strictly functional. Whether that function was a simple business trip, or whether it was the locals slipping out on their spouses for a few hours tryst, it didn't matter as the facility was equally accommodating.

As it was, she turned away from the counter and grasped the retractable handle of the luggage before strolling towards the elevator. Her room was on the second floor - which was the highest floor in this building, which in turn was the highest building in town.

It really was an out of the way location!

But the real attraction for Jenny was not the hotel, or even the town. It was an estate several miles away that interested her.

In her ever increasing desire for erotic adventure, she had experimented with many things over the years, and all had left her feeling bored. Perhaps she had just become jaded, or perhaps what she was looking for she had not yet found. Either way, she hoped desperately that this latest adventure would restart her life in a manner that would leave her with a more fulfilled feeling of satisfaction. She had spent months doing research over the internet, and felt she had finally found what she had been looking for.

Now all she had to do was make contact.

"Excuse me, Ms Smith? Ms Smith?!" The desk clerk was waving at her now, and it took her a moment to realize he was actually trying to get her attention, as she had not signed in under her own name.

"Oh, yes. What is it? Is anything wrong?" she asked in her most innocent tone.

"Oh, no ma'am, there was just a package left for you, for when you signed in. I had almost forgotten about it." The desk clerk held a small box towards her, his attention being distracted now by what appeared to be a traveling salesman with a bimbo in tow approaching the counter. It was early in the afternoon and there were a lot of people checking in.

"Thank you, I was....uh...expecting it." Her response was lost as the desk clerk began checking the new "couple" into their room for the evening, and she continued on her way towards the elevator after the desk clerk absentmindedly handed her the box.

Riding the elevator up the short trip to the second floor level, she pondered opening it immediately. In fact, she had been expecting some sort of contact at some point, but this was fast even by her standards.

Resisting the urge to rip it open right then, she continued on to her room and let herself in with the swipe card. After settling her bag at the end of the bed, she sat on the bed and pondered the plain brown wrapped box. It wasn't heavy, and obviously couldn't hold very much at all. Finally, her curiosity no longer in check, she ripped the packing tape away and glanced inside.

On top of a few small items - with emphasis on small - there was a note. It provided her immediate instructions and a time table.

At first, she was scandalized at the thought of what she was being instructed to do, but then she realized that very response was what she had been looking for in coming here and began to prepare herself.

The first order of business was a thorough shower. She always kept her pubic area very neatly groomed, but the instruction were emphatic that even the small amount of pubic hair she had left was to be removed completely.

Thirty minutes later, a freshly showered and shorn Jenny stepped back into the bedroom, steam still rising from her completely nude body and still damp red tresses, and cast yet another disconcerted glance at her outfit for the evening. It had been in the box as well, and consisted only of a simple white tube top, a matching white skirt, and some very clunky looking heeled sandals. The shoes were the kind that had a cork bottom, with straps that wrapped around the calves up to the knees.

The tube top was decidedly too small, not that she was in the habit of wearing such things in public, but even she realized just how exposed her breasts were going to be in wearing the thing. The tube skirt was just as bad, and even slipped down as low as possible on her hips it barely covered her ass. Any careless move on her part would leave her flashing someone.

There were, of course, no undergarments. She'd worn string bikinis with less chance of overexposure!

A few minutes later, Jenny was fully dressed - or at least as fully dressed as this outfit would allow for - and was ready for the next step.

That next step was to go down to the hotel bar, take a high table in the back of the room, and wait for her next contact. She was informed that this contact was not the person she had traveled so far to see, but rather yet another intermediary, and she was to do exactly as she was told by this person no matter her initial reaction to them. She would not know who this person was until she was given a code phrase.

That code phrase, startlingly enough, was "On your knees, cunt!"

A short elevator ride later and she was strolling into the hotel lounge. With everyone else dressed in business attire, she looked more the part of the hotel hooker than a guest, and she received plenty of attention simply by showing up.

Tilting her head down to stare at the floor as she walked through, she did her best to ignore the stares and whispering of the other guests. She was quite aware of her appearance, as well as how the shoes she was wearing made her walk with a slow and careful gate that emphasized her ass with each step.

There was one table left in the back, and it had only two chairs. The table was one of those that sat very high, and already Jenny was concerned with how she was going to keep from giving the other lounge patrons a show while she sat down.

Carefully pulling the chair behind the table, she rested both hands on the edge of the seat and one foot on the ring around the chair legs, and gave herself a small boost to bounce up and into the black cushioned vinyl of the seat, well aware that every eye in the room was watching her boobs bounce as she did so.

Crossing her legs carefully, she turned away from the room and tried to blend into the wallpaper.

Within minutes, a drink showed up at her table, courtesy of one of the younger and more handsome traveling businessmen at the bar. Jenny nodded her thanks, smiled, and took a sip. A few minutes later, he was at her table, making himself comfortable in the other seat.

"So, what brings you into a town like this?" he asked.

"Oh, just handling some personal matters." she responded, her disappointment in this not being her contact immediately evident.

The business man knew something was up, but continued to make conversation. From his approach, she knew he thought her a prostitute and was simply trying to find out her price. Realizing this, and definitely not wanting to be arrested on some dumb ass mistaken charge of prostitution, Jenny cooled the conversation down as rapidly as possible until he took the hint and excused himself with a look of supreme annoyance on his face.

Jenny didn't care anyway, he was not her contact and he could just go fuck himself if he didn't like taking "no" for an answer!

Sitting back now, her empty drink in front of her, she continued to wait, her embarrassment actually abating somewhat as she became more used to the stares that continued to drift in her direction.

An hour later, she was ready to give up and was already mentally berating herself for having placed herself in such a ridiculous position, when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye.

A small man, probably not even five feet tall, quite elderly though still moving with a spry step, was approaching her. He was wearing blue work pants and a matching shirt. On the pocket of the shirt, over the pack of cigarettes stuffed within, was a white oval with the name "Joe" stenciled on it in red. As creased and scruffy as he looked, it would appear he had showed up immediately after performing an oil change or something. He was also carrying a small brown bag.

She had no idea how long he had been there, but gave an exasperated sigh as she slid off of the stool, oblivious to the show now that she would give the lounge patrons as she was just too tired and irritated to put up with anymore nonsense.

If this little old man thought he had a chance in hell of buying her services for the evening, he was sadly mistaken.

"Look, I'm really sorry old man, but I have had a really disappointing evening. I'm not a prostitute and the person I'm waiting for stood me up, so I really am not in the mood. I'm sure you're a nice enough guy, but seriously, you're not my type. Ok? I just want to go up to my room and pack so I can check back out of this hotel."

She tried to be as nice and polite as she could, after all, who couldn't give the old fart points for being ballsy enough to approach her, but enough was enough.

"Joe" simply stood there for a moment, a lop sided grin spreading across his face as she stared her in the eye.

"On your knees, cunt!"

Jenny started, as he said it loud enough for nearby tables to hear. Not only was he loud, he was nothing like what she was expecting!

"Ah, look, ah....you were not what I was expecting." Jenny felt a moment of panic setting in. This had gone oh so badly wrong. She wanted nothing to do with this old fart!

"Oh, you heard me right the first time then? I said, on your knees, cunt! The boss wants me to get you going right now, and I don't have time to waste anymore. If you want to get to the estate, you have to do what I say - and I say, on your knees, cunt, now!" This last was stated with a fierceness that surprised Jenny, and she paused a moment.

This was so humiliating - yet at the same time she found herself in some dark twisted corner of her mind being aroused. Then the realization struck that nobody, with the exception of "Joe", actually knew who she was. She was a stranger in a small town far from where she lived or grew up, and once she left no one would ever be the wiser that it had been her putting on this spectacle.

Humbly now, and slowly, Jenny crouched down to a squat, then down onto one knee, then the other, staring at "Joe" the entire time and never breaking eye contact. She saw the smirk in his expression as a beautiful woman did as she was ordered to by one such as him, saw him recognize the abject embarrassment she was feeling, and she saw the satisfaction in his eyes as she submitted to his authority.

Even though her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest any minute, a calmer part of her mind noticed the stickiness of the ugly carpeting from too many beers being spilt, noticed the scraps of debris and felt grit under her knees from where the carpet had not been cleaned in years. All she could do in response to being so close to such filth was to hug her arms over her breasts.

She also noticed the room had gone completely silent, and everyone was watching her.

"Better." With a nod, "Joe" reached into his baggy pants and withdrew a leather collar. Jenny started back at the sight, and then forced herself to remain motionless as he stepped nearer and slipped it around her neck.

He was so fucking short he didn't even have to reach down to put it on her!

Next, he pulled a bright red ball gag out and held it in front of her nose.

Her face completely flushed a bright red now, Jenny did as she was bidden, figuring she had gone this far so she might as well go all the way.

How could it get any worse, after all?

She considered this a stupid question a few minutes later, when "Joe" pulled a leather leash out of his pocket (causing Jenny to wonder just how big this fucker's pants pockets were!) and clipping it to the collar encircling her neck.

"Now, we are going to go back to your room, and you are going to crawl out of here on your hands and knees. Let's go!"

"Joe" immediately turned and started walking, as if non-compliance at this point was out of the question.

It must have been out of the question, after all, as Jenny meekly bent over onto hands and knees and crawled out of the lounge on the end of the leash like some puppy. She was well aware now that her ass was completely exposed, and the thought made her realize just how soaked her cunt actually was right then.

"Joe" didn't cut her any slack, and walked at a brisk pace. This in turn caused Jenny to scoot even faster, her breasts threatening with every jostle of her arms to burst free of the tube top as she went.

This was so wrong on so many levels!

Noticing clicking sounds, Jenny glanced back over her shoulders for a moment, right before "Joe" jerked the leash harshly, and realized most of the other patrons had pulled their cell phones out and were busy snapping photos of her or taking video.

She hung her head in the hope that no one would recognize her when the images inevitably ended up on the internet!

"Joe" forced her to crawl the full distance to the elevator, then kneel with her head bowed as they rode up to the second floor. A humiliating crawl down the corridor to her room and then she was out of the public eye.

"Don't speak unless spoken to. You are to strip off your clothing and put this on." With the last statement, he tossed the brown bag onto the bed. "You are then to take everything you are not wearing and put into your luggage and check out of the hotel. There is an address on the bag, take a cab to that address, go through the gate, and you will have additional instructions waiting for you when you get there.

Jenny just knelt there, staring at this diminutive old cuss, wondering what in the hell she had gotten herself into. Then he left without another word.

"Well, that's different....."

Rising from her now sore knees, she opened the bag and noticed what was inside, and felt her insides quiver!

"Ok then, this is definitely taking things up a notch!" she chuckled to herself, as she laid the items out one by one on the bed and glanced over the written instructions.

Quickly stripping her clothing off, she reached for a leather harness. It clipped at the front and back of her collar, with straps that hung down the front and back of her body. Smaller straps that would wrap around her torso were also attached, but these she left loose for the moment.

Next, she opened the box with the anal plug and applied a generous amount of the lubricant supplied with it to the bulbous end.

Squatting, she forced herself to relax and unclench as she knelt on her knees and began to force the item into her body. Having difficulty, she rolled over onto her side and propped her leg on the bed, and finally after additional effort and immense discomfort, she felt it pop in past her sphincter and settle in place. A small metal ring was attached to the outside.

Next, she lubricated the dildo. Unlike her personal toys, this was had no base and simply had a ring that matched the anal plug. It went in a lot easier, though it was larger than what she was used to playing with and felt rather full at this point.

Pulling the leather strap down the front of her body, she snaked the end through the two metal rings on the toys and pulled it up the crack of her ass, buckling it off at the small of her back with a shiny brass buckle. The straps were so short she could only use the first buckle.

Moving back to a squatting position, she buckled the remaining straps in place, one above and below each breast, and one at the waist. Already the strap was forcing the toys deeper into her body orifices, and as she stood she almost yelped at how tightly it pulled up into her labia and pressed upon her clit.

Next, she slipped on ballet shoes, identical to those Britney was wearing at that very moment in her awkward transit of the forest, and locked them in place. Matching padlocks made sure the body harness stayed on her body until someone with a key saw fit to remove it.

To cover it all, she slipped the supplied stretchy blue dress over her head and pulled it down over her hips. It was a sleeveless affair, but had a high collar and barely covered her ass and cunt.

Packing her things, she was just about to leave when there was a knock on the door. Not sure what was going on, Jenny opened it.

It was the desk clerk.

"Excuse me ma'am, but we have had a complaint about your behavior, and after reviewing the security tapes - many, many times - we have come to the conclusion that we cannot allow activities such as yours within our establishment. We need to ask you to leave."

Open mouthed, Jenny started a retort about the hotel hookers she noticed in the lounge, then thought better of it before a mumble had escaped her lips.

She was leaving anyway, after all.

Stone faced, she marched towards the elevator, desk clerk right behind her.

Ten minutes later, she was in a cab on the way to her destination. The driver was sweating rivers, and she noticed him staring at her constantly in the mirror as he drove. The cab stunk to high heaven, and she forced herself to ignore the competing odors of disinfectant and cologne that the vehicle reeked of.

Fifteen minutes after that, she was standing in front of the iron gates of the estate. A light gray gravel lane bordered by thick hedges stretching out into the distance in a straight line.

Her instructions had been explicit at this point, and she obediently asked the driver to wait a moment. Stepping forward to the smaller gate to one side, she looked directly up at the security camera. A second later the gate swung open and she stepped through. As soon as she had done so, the gate swung closed with a loud click behind her.

Waiting for her on the other side of the gate was another sheet of printed instructions and more items. Reading them, her eyes went wide, then with a cautious glance at the security camera, she complied.

"Excuse me, I need a little help here!" Jenny leaned around the corner of the gate, glancing back at the cab driver, only her head visible.

Noticing her, the driver stepped out and walked over, tested the gate and noticed it was locked, then stepped around to the larger gate to address his former customer.

"Ah, here's your money, but I need you to help me with something." she said, stepping around the corner now so he could see her clearly.

His jaw dropped open at the sight!

Jenny was now only wearing her body harness, and she held his cab fare in one hand and leather straps in the other.

"Here's your money, but I need you to put these on me. Can you help me with that?" she asked in her most innocent voice. She was actually surprised it came out sounding so calm.

"Ah, sure, what do you need me to do?" he asked, his hands trembling as he took the money through the bars of the gate.

I need you to cuff my wrists behind my back, first.

This was accomplished in short order, using a black rod and cuffs identical to that which Britney was cursing even now. When Jenny's arms were thoroughly pinned behind her back, elbow to elbow, she turned back to the cab driver.

"Ah, now I need, ah, for you to tie those other two leather straps around by breasts, if you don't mind." Jenny timidly stepped forward now, her erect nipples actually even with the bars between her and this complete stranger, and stood very still as she tried not to look him in the eyes.

With shaking hands, the cab driver slipped the black silver studded leather strap around her right breast, and cinched it up snug. Satisfied, Jenny turned slightly to allow him access to her left breast.

Jenny had very bountiful breasts, and this only caused them to bulge even more as they were cinched up snug.

"Now, the ball gag if you don't mind."

Again, the cab driver responded with enthusiasm.

Once all items were on, Jenny started to turn when the cab driver grabbed the loose end of the strap at her breast and pulled her back towards the gate. Forcing her to come closer and closer, until her breasts were actually protruding through the bars, the cab driver began to feel her up then, running his hands all over her body, pinching at her swollen and erect nipples, feeling of her ass, and groping awkwardly past the leather strap at her soaked labia.

Startled, Jenny tried to pull away only to find the cab driver more insistent.

"You like this stuff, huh? How about I make it a little more comfortable for you, you tease!" At this last, the cab driver cinched the straps at her breast obscenely tightly, forcing a squeal of pain out of Jenny as she rose to her tiptoes in a vain effort to relieve the tightness. The cab driver only chuckled as he buckled them in place and gave her ass one last slap.

Staggering away from the gate, still feeling as if his hands were roaming her body, Jenny pulled away and stared at him. He simply stared back, cell phone in hand taking photographs.

Flummoxed, Jenny decided the only thing she could do was go on with her instructions, even if she did have an audience now, and stepped back around the corner. Moments later, she came back into view, a rolling black steel luggage carrier locked to her wrist cuffs by a padlock. From the manner in which she was straining, it was clear it was heavy, and in fact was loaded down with over one hundred pounds of lead.

The cab driver made it a point to stand and stare until she was finally, on that long straight gravel lane, out of sight.

Staggering now, she started making her way down the gravel lane, sweat already pouring out of her body from her exertions, with the gravel itself causing her difficulty in pulling the leaden weight behind her but now there was not turning back.

As did Britney, Jenny likewise had started down a path toward an uncertain future.


Chapter 3 (added: 09/16/2011)

Britney staggered, her exertions finally draining her of both strength and will, as she rounded one more bend in the woodland trail. It was always, in fact, "one more bend", in that this trail seemed to go on forever! Her hands were almost numb now, and her arms, shoulders, and back, were all nothing more than one continuous stabbing pain.

The collar, which had seemed snug but comfortable when she first placed it on her neck, now seemed a noose that she could not rid herself of. It was extremely difficult not to fall into a state of complete panic, in fact, that it was around her neck but she was prevented by circumstances from removing it.

Her breasts, long unconstrained by a bra this day, had swung about and jiggled with every step. Unprotected by clothing, and with Britneys arms pinned behind her where she could not cover her body for protection, they had suffered an especially painful toll on her hike.

The drool that now covered the front of her body also seemed to act as honey to all of the flying insects that plagued this forest. She was constantly coughing as a bug would find its way into her mouth. As her own bodily fluids dribbled down from her chin to cover her breasts, additional insects would land upon her and become stuck in her drool, or even become smashed against her flesh as she pressed against a tree or bush in her tortured hike. The cloud of gnats hovering about her head had driven her almost to the point of insanity as she could barely squint now without the flying pests getting into her eyes, or more often, into her mouth.

The insects swarming around her bare cunt, soaked with a mixture of perspiration, drool, and her own sexual juices, were only slightly less unnerving. Occasionally, a biting insect would alight and she would twist and contort, one thigh or the other instinctively jerking up in a futile attempt at protecting herself but being restrained by the chains between her ankles from rising too far.

Then there were the mosquitoes, of course.

Fortunately it was still daylight, but after dark they would become an unbearable swarm. For now, however, it was mostly an occasional nibble that she could do nothing about except shake instinctively as she tried to rid herself of the insect kingdoms version of a vampire.

Which of course caused her breasts to swing about widely, bringing her attention back to just how sore they were.

They ached to the point that Britney consciously tried not to even think about them as she studied a pair of particularly nettlesome looking thorny bushes situated on either side of the trail.

With the surrounding forest thickly overgrown, she couldn't go around them, but the gap between them seemed awfully small to squeeze through in her current bondage.

Backing up several yards, she looked closely to either side of the trail, noting that nothing larger than a rabbit could possibly hope to get through that tangled mess. There was always the possibility she could find another path around, but that would require her to back up hundreds of yards at the very least.

It would not normally seem like much, but with her feet forced down into a painful point inside the ballet shoes, and her steps limited to twelve inch strides by the chain between her ankles, such an option would cost her untold hours - that is IF she could find another path and not end up right back where she was now, looking at the pair of thorny bushes and the small gap in between them, with nothing to show for her efforts except more lost time.

Unconsciously, a whimper escaped her as she stamped her foot - an act also that she immediately regretted as a new jolt of pain shot up from her abused toes. In fact, she had gotten to the point that she simply moaned and whimpered non-stop and uncontrollably now, desperate to finish this obstacle course laid out before her.

Anything was better than this!

Shaking her head once more against the flying insects all around her, her ponytail perched high on her head and waving about like a flag, she stepped closer to the thorny shrubs and turned sideways. Perhaps if she was really careful.....

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the same estate, Jenny struggled with her own problems.

She had finally managed to walk far enough down the straight gravel lane that she had arrived at a slight curve in the road. More walking had placed her out of sight of the cab driver, who now gave up and returned to his car with his cell phone at his ear, placing a call. A few minutes later, the cabbie was sending his video and photos of Jenny to at least a dozen of his associates. The images of her bondage struggle were going to fill the imaginations of quite a few men - and even a couple of women - before the evening was done.

All of which was lost on poor miserable Jenny.

She had more important considerations at the moment. The weight of the cart, combined with the gravel surface of the road, combined with the small wheels on the cart, made for a difficult time for a woman pulling the cart with her arms pinned behind her while wearing ballet shoes and trying to breathe around a ball gag.

This didn't even go into the fact that, once she had shut the gate behind her, the toys plugged into her nether regions had started a low sequence of vibrations. Sometimes pulsating, sometimes constant, sometimes lapsing into complete inactivity.

It didn't matter really, she was so hot and bothered that her cunt was completely lathered up now, her labia almost seeming to devour the thin leather strap bisecting them!

As she endured her predicament, the sun bore down, slowly cooking the flesh on her shoulders in the summer heat. The light colored gravel seemed to both absorb as well as reflect the heat back up at her, and she found herself squinting as heat caused a shimmering mirage effect in the distance. Any breeze was completely un-refreshing, as it felt like the blast of heat one experiences in opening a hot oven!

She concentrated on placing one foot at the time, one ahead of the other, keeping her balance and forcing herself to lean forward while the weight of the cart encouraged her to lean back to relieve the strain. She didn't even bother to look ahead any more, content to stare down at the gravel lane immediately before her and simply make it one step at a time now on her quivering legs.

Even under the trying conditions she found herself, she realized she was becoming somewhat bored as she noticed how the toes of her ballet shoes sunk into the loose gravel, becoming scratched and scuffed in the process as a white powdery dust began to cake onto her lower limbs, then up to her waist, and finally her entire body. The dusty layer then became marked with creases and trails of tears and sweat. She also noticed how hot her feet were becoming, and suspected she was being blistered as much from the heat coming off of the gravel as she was the tightness of the shoes themselves.

All of this in spite of the fact that the animations of the vibrators buried in her cunt and ass had grown distinctly more energetic the farther down the lane she walked! The bad part, however, was that she was being teased to a high state of excitement while at the same time the devices were always turning back down right before she could orgasm!

Sweat had begun to stream from her body only moments after she began her struggle down the lane, and she was wilting in the heat as any true ginger haired slave would do under similarly trying circumstances, but she persevered. At this point, she had no choice!

Finally squinting against the heat and the drops of perspiration beading past her naturally light colored eyebrows, Jenny tried to see the end of her journey, but all she saw were more bends in the road.

Exhausted, she paused a moment, doing her best to ignore the highly agitated state of her sex, and stood up straight and tried to arch her body and lean her head back, giving her spine a needed respite. As with Britney, a heavy sheen of saliva had dribbled down past the ball gag, soaking down past the leather collar and across the front of her body, down between her breasts all the way to her cunt. From there, equally copious amounts of body fluids had coated the insides of her thighs down to her knees, until finally the caked dust from the road mixed to form a light colored muddy film on her legs.

Her breasts, generous 34D's that most men would gladly dream of getting their hands on and burying their faces in, and which the cab driver even now was still daydreaming of, were glistening under the same layer of drool as they thrust out even farther as she bent her back. Her breasts, normally the same light shade as the flesh of the rest of her body, were already a deep red color, not from the sun but rather from the overly tight leather straps the cabbie had so viciously root cinched upon her tender flesh. Her nipples, normally perky and hard, had become swollen and taken on a deeper coloration than usual.

She was so tired, she didn't even realize drool was actually dripping from her nipples now as she tried to breathe, her lungs filling slowly through her nostrils and small gaps past the ball gag, and her bound breasts heaving slightly with every labored effort. Her stomach caved in and out with each exertion.

However, even standing up to give her back a break didn't help but so much, as the leather harness she was wearing cut ever deeper into her cunt. The leather strapping was relatively thin, and as it became soaked with her own sweat and drool and cunt juices, it had tended to curl up at the edges, so much so that it now was more of a rounded rope shape than a flat strap as it crossed over her clit and passed out of sight between her labia. An additional side effect was to force the vibrators ever more deeply into her body orifices!

Steeling herself against what she knew was about to commence once more, she leaned forward and strained to start the cart moving. It took a lot of effort, but finally she was making headway again.

Frustrated tears had joined the sweat and drool as she continued to feel the plugs shifting about within her cunt and ass. It was almost like they were rubbing the back wall of her vagina between the two!

She did not know how much more stimulation she could stand!

Normally, this would have been pleasurable for poor Jenny, but with the leather strap scissoring back and forth at her most sensitive regions with every strained step, her clit was being rubbed raw in the process! She could feel the leather seemingly shrinking, sinking deeper into her skin at all contact points until it looked embedded into her flesh more tightly than it had when she had started this journey. She imagined how she looked from the rear, as the leather strap down her sweaty back disappeared between the rhythmically undulating globes of her likewise perspiring ass cheeks.

With a 35 inch hip measurement, her ass cheeks were a sight that most men would treasure the opportunity to get their hands on, and which the cab driver had thoroughly enjoyed groping!

There were no other challenges for Jenny, other than the monotonous walking down a path of which she had no idea of the distance, pulling a heavy cart for no other reason than she had been instructed to do so.

What had she been thinking?!?

As Jenny continued to plod mindlessly along the gravel lane, Britney was likewise experiencing second thoughts about her latest decision.

She had slipped up the path between the two thorn filled obstacles, and was even now teetering on her toes and trying to raise her body up even higher to avoid the painful caress of the thorny branches across her bosom.

The bushes had grown to the height of small saplings, but where they encroached upon the path the limbs were much lower in elevation as the bushes had a rough conical shape. As such, if Britney could manage to slip past the next few yards, she would be clear of the hazard posed by the thorns and could continue her journey.

The problem was, the farther Britney went, the smaller the gap between the two bushes became. She had begun to feel the sting of the thorns as they poked and scraped lightly at her calves, then her thighs, finally becoming quite unpleasant as they reached the height of her ass and cunt level, and now leaves brushed lightly at her stomach and ribs as warning of the subsequent thorns that were about to be encountered.

She moved oh so slowly, carefully looking down and placing each foot delicately on solid ground, avoiding any root or rock that might trip her. Still, the branches became higher and she could fell the sting of the thorns at still higher levels of her body until she yelped more loudly as a tiny eyelash sized thorn made contact with the underside of her right breast.

It seemed to hurt more than even the larger thorns!

Cringing now, and freezing in place to avoid more pokes in delicate regions, her breast partly impaled by the thorn and fresh tears streaming down her cheeks, Britney considered turning back and looked over her shoulder at the path she had already traversed. The sight was demoralizing! There was no way she could bring herself to go back through and endure that all over again! Not only was it a demoralizing distance, but some of the branches had bent in her passage through, and to turn back now would be to impale herself even more thoroughly on these same branches that were now bent in her direction!

Her constant whining moan became louder and more frantic.

Swiveling her head slightly, she considered the next few steps. If she could just make it that far, then the branches started thinning out again to lower heights and the path became clearer, relatively speaking.

Gathering up the last reserves of her nerve, she tried to raise her body up even higher, stretching her torso upwards as much as she could and literally holding her breath as she tried to lift her heavy breasts up higher by tilting her body into a reverse arch and holding her breath.

It didn't work.

Only able to hold that position for a few seconds at a time, she tried desperately to maintain the posture as she stepped sideways now, navigating through the branches and ever mindful of where her breasts were in relation to the thorny bushes.

Finally, flying insects obscuring her vision and finding their way into her mouth, she could not maintain the posture any longer, and weeping and screaming, felt her body relent even though her mind was frantic for it not to. Her natural breasts shifted to the side a bit and came down a fraction of an inch while at the same time her buttocks jutted out at the same time to assume a more natural posture - or at least as natural a posture as her ballet shoes would allow.

It took only a moment, but in that moment numerous tiny stinging thorns simultaneously embedded themselves into the sides and undersides of her breasts and nipples, her thighs, her flat toned stomach, and her firm ass.

Screaming past the gag now, though it came out as more of a gurgled coughing cry, Britney lost her sanity for a moment and her body instinctively thrust itself away from the source of the pain. Thrashing, breasts swinging wildly about, she stumbled and more thorns and nettles left their mark on her body. Eyes shut against the pain she twirled and tripped, falling to the rocky path - and somehow found she had made it through!

Pure chance had intervened and the direction she had fallen had been in the direction of the path rather than directly into either of the torturous bushes!

Looking up from her prone position on the ground, downwards over her sweat and insect covered body, over her heaving breasts, her arms painfully pinned under her own weight against the ground, she looked back at the path through the thorns and wept for joy, tears of relief flowing freely in place of the tears of pain she had released moments earlier as she laid her head back on the ground with her eyes closed.

Crying freely, she lay there a long time after rolling onto her side, recovering her sanity as much as possible, her legs curled up protectively over her cunt and stomach, her pendulous breasts laying one on the other on the ground before her and heaving with each sobbing cry, her eyes shut and completely mindless of the insects alighting upon her body with complete freedom now.

Eventually, she regained her composure and, wincing, forced herself back up onto her feet. With her legs hobbled, she had to use a tree to push herself up against to regain a vertical position, but eventually she was ready to move on. Crying out, she crept along the path, no longer even bothering to wonder how much longer it was going to take to reach her destination.

These were the same thoughts, in fact, Jenny was experiencing as she turned yet another bend in the road. She stopped abruptly, her eyes locked on something several hundred yards away. In her heat and exhaustion induced daze, it took her a few minutes to realize what she was looking at.

The contrast between the gray gravel lane and the dust covered vegetation rising up on either side of it, and what she was looking out now, was stark and dramatic.

A verdant green lawn stretched outwards over many acres, fruit trees lining the edges as it disappeared in the distance, and standing imposingly in the middle was a huge antebellum Southern mansion. Its white columns stretched upwards to support the dark slate roof, black hand wrought iron railings lined the upper and lower porches that extended the full perimeter of the structure, and a widow's walk was visible at the pinnacle of the roof.

A gigantic fountain sprayed merrily in the circular courtyard in front, and it was this that drew Jenny's most immediate attention. Never before in her life would she have ever considered such an option, but she was so dehydrated now all she could think of was to dash madly into the fountain and drink as much as she could. Still, she was certain the water was probably not safe to drink, and forlornly began to plod towards the mansion.

As she limped along, she began to notice other things, birds and small animals, a light cooling breeze, the trees swaying gently, and the deep dark shade underneath. It was tempting to pause under one of those trees, if only for a moment, and gain relief from her exposure to the sun, but she forced herself to continue on.

At one point, she actually slowed down almost to a stop at the sight before her eyes. There, on the other side of a white rail fence that lined the lane between the gravel and the pasture, standing in the cool shade of an apple tree, a strange being stood. It was obviously female, and human - or at least once could have been considered human - but now it was forced into an odd bent over position.

The poor woman who was the object of Jenny's observations had been bent over at the hips and her very large and pendulous breasts swung about below her body unfettered. Her legs were encased within shiny black leather leggings that reached to her crotch. The feet were encased within tiny hoof like terminations.

Within the leggings was embedded steel rods, the result of which was a complete inability to bend her knees. Her arms were likewise encased up to the armpit and shoulder area, only the leather encasement extended far enough past her hands that the woman could bend over and walk, animal-like, on all fours as her front "legs" likewise terminated in miniature hoofs.

Her neck and head were encased within matching black leather, with her neck held firmly in place with a built in posture collar that forced her head far back. Her head was completely encased in what could only be described as a horse shaped head!

The woman saw her, but only by moving her head side to side so she could look out through the wide-set eye holes, but gave her no more notice afterwards. Jenny wondered why the woman continued to walk about in such a horizontal posture, but then realized that if she stood then she would be forced to look straight at the sky, and on the tiny hooves there would be no balance at all.

At any rate, after a brief gaze between the two, the psuedo-horse person turned and ambled away, at which point Jenny saw a butt plug had been forced into her anus and a long flowing black tail extended outward from it as far as the woman's knees! An even more shocking thing that Jenny noticed, however, was the delicate brand on one ass cheek.

After composing herself, she considered the gravity of her situation. What had she gotten herself into this time? Had she gone too far? On the other hand, her greater fear was, if she stopped now, she would not have the strength of will to continue to the house and would simply collapse where she was! She had never before given up on a goal, but she knew that now she couldn't even if she wanted to and that forced continuance down the path chosen was becoming terrifying.

Just then she noticed movement off to her right, and to her amazement she saw another woman stepping from the tree line. She was also bound and appeared to be in equal misery. She noticed the drool covered body, noticed the redness of her arms and wrists as circulation had been restricted, and noticed how she staggered on identical ballet boots with a hobble chain.

Jenny didn't realize it, but she had just had her first sight of Britney. She thought of how ragged she looked, and in turn wondered what she looked like herself to this woman!

It took Britney a few minutes more than it did Jenny, but eventually she lifted her head up and saw her as well. Shock and surprise were clearly evident, and then she was moving towards the gravel lane. Jenny, for no good reason she could really think of, paused and waited for her. It wasn't like they could chat as they finished this last few yards to their destination, but somehow not being alone made it more bearable.

As Britney came abreast of Jenny, she stopped and they both looked at each other for long seconds, and then almost simultaneously shook their heads at each other in bewilderment that someone else was as foolish as they had been. Then they began to move on, past the oh so inviting fountain with the water gurgling merrily, and arrived at the front door.

It was a massive architectural feature, of dark wood and stained glass imagery, and they had to climb a curved flight of stairs to get to it. Once on the slate surface of the porch, the columns towering above them on either side as they stood beneath a massive wrought iron chandelier and balcony, both noticed how odd a solid surface felt under their feet now, as sharp sounds announced each footfall.

Once at the door, they stopped in confusion, and then Jenny spied it. Stepping over to the left hand side, she half knelt, half leaned down, and pressed her nose firmly against the doorbell button. It was located higher than she could have reached with her hands. Hearing nothing, she repeated the process again and again. There was a small grilled speaker directly above it, but no sound was being emitted.

Stepping back, she looked quizzically at the device as Britney tried it herself. Only Britney, thinking Jenny had not pushed it in far enough, used her tongue this time instead. Still, after repeated attempts, no sound was evident.

As the two women stood uncertainly on the hot porch in the full late evening sun, legs trembling from their hike and bodies on the verge of exhaustion, the door opened and both women stared in amazement.

The woman before them was dressed in a latex version of a maids outfit, only the skirt didn't extend down far enough to conceal her bare shaven and pierced cunt. Straps from a garter belt extended down and held up clear latex stockings that were so tight the flesh appeared to be poured into them, and ballet boots forced the woman into a perpetual tip toe identical to Jenny and Britney. Like the two foolish women, this woman was also hobbled.

The midsection of the maid outfit was pulled inhumanely tight, as the woman's naturally hourglass figure was sucked in even tighter and more exaggerated. A half cup bra held up her breasts for all the world to see, and a stainless steel collar encircled her neck. A bright red ball gag filled her clinching mouth just below pale blue eyes full of consternation, and was held in place by a black leather head harness. A ring was clearly visible in the crown of the harness, and her blonde hair cascaded down from a ponytail at the back of her head.

Her breasts, obviously massively augmented surgically, were at least a "G" cup, and her large nipples were pierced with heavy gold rings that were just as obviously permanently attached. Hanging from each gold ring was a very heavy looking silver bell that pulled constantly on the gold rings through her nipples. A smaller version of the gold rings was visible in her septum.

Her arms were drawn back, elbow to elbow, in an armbinder that was pulled as viciously tight as any other bondage device within sight at that moment. A leather strap extended from the tip of this arm binder, down between the woman's ass cheeks, up between her pierced labia, and disappeared under the short skirt in the front. The hands of the arm binder, however, were left open and the women could see her clenching and unclenching her hands.

All of this, however, did not surprise either Jenny or Britney considering where they were and what they had been doing for the entire day. What did surprise them was when the woman immediately stepped over to the speaker right above the doorbell and began to frantically shake her breasts only an inch or so in front of the speaker.

As Jenny and Britney puzzled over this behavior, the woman ignored them and continued her actions until they heard approaching footsteps. Given the clacking sound, it was obviously someone in high heels.

Looking past the maid, who was still frantically swinging her breasts and bells about, Jenny and Britney looked into the mansion itself.

Coming towards them was a strikingly beautiful woman, of light complexion and raven dark hair and green eyes, dressed in a black leather pencil skirt and comfortable and cool looking white silk blouse. Her Italian stilettos were the source of the clacking.

Arriving at the front door, she smirked at the maid who continued to swing her belled nipples in front of the speaker even as she looked over her shoulder at the new arrival with what could only be a pleading look for mercy.

"Okay, I'll be generous this time. But you will pay for this mercy later." she said as she pulled a small slim black smart phone from an almost invisible side pocket on her skirt and touched a few commands into it using the touchscreen.

Immediately the maid stopped her strange behavior and almost slouched in what looked like relief, her eyes half closed before she stood up and assumed a posture of attentiveness towards the obvious mistress of the house, her body frozen as a statue as her gaze stared off in the distance, awaiting command.

Jenny and Britney looked back and forth at each other, then the maid, and then the woman who had just arrived who only laughed at their puzzlement before explaining.

"I think I can humor you two, since you are new.

Dear Claire here is my personal doorbell. You see, the door bell button is not actually hooked up to a bell; it's hooked up to a device that sends an electrical signal. That electrical signal, in turn, activates certain toys my maid is wearing. The one in her pussy, which is normally set to keep her just on the verge of orgasm without going over and enjoying herself, starts vibrating furiously on its highest setting, while at the same time a very large butt plug is sending very painful electrical shocks up through her ass. Small electrical devices concealed within the top of the bells on her tits also send shocks to her nipples at the same time, and a similar device, pierced through her clit, is doing the same thing.

Her only relief is to come straight to the front door and swing her bells in front of the speaker. The speaker in turn relays this sound to my phone, which in turn rings with the sound of those bells, so I know I have...guests. When I find time to arrive to greet my guests, then I may - or occasionally may not - return her vibrators back to their original settings.

You may go now, Claire. I want that bathroom spotless enough to eat off of the toilet seat when I inspect it - as that is what you are going to do."

At this command, Claire bowed her head and immediately did a well practiced curtsy and shuffled her way back inside the mansion and out of sight.

With their attention distracted by the maid's obvious distress, as well as the explanation for her distress, Jenny and Britney were completely surprised when the domme stepped forward with a pair of leashes.

"My name is Dominic, and from this point forward you are to consider yourselves my property. You came here of your own free will and by doing so you have agreed to submit to my will. At this point, there is no turning back."

Leading the two women back down the steps, Dominic pulled on the leashes without regard until both women were almost stumbling to keep up with her fast pace. Fortunately, they only went a few yards to an old fashioned hitching post where Dominic tied off the leashes. As bound as they were, such a simple act left them completely captive and unable to run away.

Turning, she looked back down the road and muttered, "Where is that last bitch at? I don't have all day....ah, there she is!"

Both Jenny and Claire turned then to see a delivery truck pulling down the lane, clouds of dust that Jenny was already all too familiar with rising in a choking haze behind it. It pulled up directly to the front door of the mansion in front of the three women, and stopped. The driver, who stepped out cautiously as he stared at Jenny and Britney, held a clipboard in front of him hesitantly.

"Ah, I'm looking for someone who goes by the name "Dominic"? Uhm...excuse me, but is everything alright here?"

He stared hard at the two naked and bound women, who in turn flushed crimson red in humiliation as they tried to turn slightly away from this latest arrival. As bound as they were, and as shortly as Dominic had leashed them, they were unable to prevent themselves from rubbing their bodies against each other and could easily imagine the sight they presented of two naked and bound and sweating women rubbing their bodies together!

"Oh, I assure you everything here is completely consensual. Isn't that right girls?" She turned expectantly to the two women now, her arms crossed, clearly expecting some sort of answer. The best they could manage was a muffled "esh" as both nodded vigorously in the affirmative. They wanted nothing more at the moment than for this man to leave as the embarrassment was already far more than they had expected when they started this adventure! To make matters even more humiliating, the erection the driver had was clearly all too obvious!

"See, everything is fine, just like I said. I believe you have a delivery for me?" Dominic turned her eyes towards the delivery man, clearly expecting him to continue as if nothing odd was happening.

"Ah, yeah...I mean, sure. It's in the back. Just sign here while I get it for you. It's kind of a large package so give me a minute." the driver said as he climbed back into the back of the delivery truck. A few minutes of obvious movement as the man made his way through the cargo area of the truck and then the back doors opened.

The driver jumped down and pulled out a wheeled hand cart, and then tugged and manhandled a large plywood box out of the back and slammed it down on the ground before hooking the ledge of the hand cart underneath and lifting it. At that point moving it to where Dominic stood was a simple matter, though the crate was obviously constructed in a very heavy manner.

"Here ya go. I'll just take my clipboard now and be on my way and you ladies can... ah... can... hum... continue... whatever it is you were... ah... doing". The delivery man was practically all stutters at this point as he held his shaking hand out for his clipboard.

"Oh, I'm sorry; I never sign for deliveries until I verify the contents are undamaged. You understand." This last was a statement rather than a question, and the delivery man responded accordingly.

"Ah, sure. Open it up."

"Do you happen to have a hammer or something?" Dominic smiled sweetly, but there was no sweetness in her expression. It was cold and merciless. The driver didn't even respond, and only reached behind the seat of his vehicle and pulled out a hammer.

Dominic gestured towards the box, and while it was strictly against company policy, the driver instinctively did as he was bidden and began to carefully work the lid off. It took several minutes, but finally it was clear and they all looked into the box full of foam popcorn packing material.

Something stirred. Then stirred again. Then it was clear something was breathing underneath it all!

"Excellent, mind taking the sides off as well?" Again, it was phrased as a question but it came out as anything but a request, and the driver obligingly began to remove each side of the box, the packing materials tumbling out in a small cascade around the base of the container.

As the delivered item became more clear, the driver as well as Jenny and Britney realized it was a human figure!

More specifically, it was a female form. She appeared to be approximately 5'-7" tall, though it was hard to tell for sure as she was bent over on her knees, her forehead touching the bottom panel of the crate. Leather straps that had been screwed down into the plywood base held her in position as they crossed over each ankle, behind each knee, over her back, and over her shoulders.

Her arms were touching, elbow to elbow, behind her back in a strict leather armbinder, and a leather collar encircled her neck and was clipped to the base of the shipping crate. The straps from the armbinder cut deeply into her shoulders.

More leather straps wrapped her wrists, and then were clipped to a leather strap that passed down between her ass cheeks and split her labia wide before extending all the way up to clip at her collar. All of the leather was soaked wet now, and painfully shrunken tighter even than when her bondage had first been applied.

A buzzing sound clearly indicated the presence of vibrators in her ass and cunt, though to see them all one had to do was look as the leather strapping did not hide the devices in the bent over position the woman was in. Her posture forced her ass cheeks and legs to spread wide and the grossly oversized devices were plainly visible now.

Additional leather straps wrapped her calves to her thighs in a painful looking frog tie, and a black leather hood covered the woman's head completely, leaving only a blonde ponytail exposed at the top to give any indication of her appearance.

Thick black leather blinders covered the eyes, and her mouth was gagged with a ring gag. In turn, she had been forced to deep throat past the ring gag a gigantic dildo that was fastened to the base of the shipping crate. The blonde ponytail may, at one time, have been bouncy and full of life, but now it was plastered to the tightly laced leather hood with sweat.

In fact, the woman was fairly drenched in perspiration at this point, her ribs heaving in and out with every labored breath as sweat poured freely down her body and made little splash marks on the plywood beneath her.

She had a small amount of extra body fat, not an objectionable amount but just enough to hide her ribs, and average sized "C" cup breasts hung beneath her torso. Her waist was probably some 29 or 30 inches around.

Her rosy nipples were clamped with alligator clips which in turn were tied off to eyebolts also drilled into the base of the shipping crate.

In short, any movement the unfortunate woman made would result in painful repercussions, though this did not stop her from making a small stretching movement with her arms, clearly in dire stress from her bondage.

The driver only stood there for long moments, gazing at what he had uncovered, no longer even attempting to hide the erection that was so clearly obvious now through his shorts as he tried to control his breathing!

Though her journey to the mansion had been vastly different than either Jenny's or Britney's journey, it had been equally tortuous, and Michelle had likewise finally made her appearance at the mansion.

She had no idea where she was or how long she would be here or even if her master wanted her back. She only knew she would now have to endure whatever he had elected to subject her to as the vibrators brought yet another orgasm on - just one more of countless others she had endured on this trip to the point that they were no longer pleasurable, but rather painful.

She wasn't sure why her master had chosen to simply box her up like this and ship her off, but her trip as human cargo had afforded her ample time to think on the matter and she suspected it was due to the selfbondage she had placed herself in, via the internet at the command of another Master known as SNAP, and from which she had been unable to escape before he had returned home. She had long since run out of tears at how cruelly her Master was treating her, and now she knew that even the opportunity to beg him for forgiveness had passed into impossibility. Whatever was going to happen to her, she would have no control over and would only be able to endure and obey to the best of her ability.

Perhaps he was teaching her a lesson, or perhaps he felt she needed to be trained? Perhaps he had even sold her?

At any rate, blinded as she was, she could only feel the scorching heat of a summer sun burning down upon her naked body, and could hear muffled voices through the leather so she knew she was the object of attention and was on full display. She could actually feel the air slightly moving against her swollen, puffy, and thoroughly soaked cunt and knew she was giving whoever it was - and there were certainly more than one - quite a show!

In her darkness and misery, Michelle resolved to do her best to please her Master - whether it be a new Master or her original Master - or possibly both. She knew her journey now was just beginning....