tdh19882012
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“Come on sweety, smile for the camera.”
Maria giggled to herself before finishing the large glass of red wine. She took in the sight of Holly, repositioned the laptop on her thighs and congratulated herself on a job very, very well done. Holly was bound on all fours this evening. Her feet rested on a leather cushion as did her knees and hands. Her upper body supported by a large padded stool. Holly's ankles were cinched together tightly with leather buckles which in turn were connected to steel eyelets Maria had secured to the floor. A similar setup at her knees and wrists completed her plaything's bondage.
Almost. Holly had a terrible habit of moving her feet whenever Maria tickled them. Sometimes this was okay. Maria did relish the feeling of Holly's toes wriggling around when they were inside her mouth after all. But for tickling, Maria liked her victims to be truly helpless. Elasticated cords kept each toe held nice and tightly. She had been slightly annoyed while using them for the very first time as Holly's toes had quite a range of movement available to them. Thankfully that had all but stopped after some experimentation with shorter lengths of cord. They were quite immobile after that, especially around the twenty minute mark when Holly's fatigue truly began to set in.
As Maria looked her over she continued to ever so gently run her fingertips across the sole of her own foot which had been tucked up underneath her leg. She adored the sensation, so long as she had control over it. And she absolutely loved the fact that her feet were ticklish to her own touch. It meant she could try out new techniques, new instruments and feel them as Holly felt them. Or t least get a very good idea of what Holly would feel. She often wondered what it would be like to be Holly. The thought both chilled and fascinated her.
Holly glanced nervously from the back of the laptop to Maria's hand. She cringed watching those fingers softly scrawl their way along Maria's twitching soles and the way they wormed through the gaps between her toes made her skin crawl. And what was worse, Maria seemed to be enjoying it. Maybe some part of Maria believed Holly enjoyed it too? She had no way of knowing and was terrified of asking. Maria's presence alone caused Holly the most intense and nervous anticipation even when she wasn't trapped in some elaborate bondage setup.
Suddenly Maria jolted in her seat and she let out a yelp before laughing to herself.
“Christ, fresh manicures make it tickle so bad!” She drummed her fingernails on the heel of her foot and looked at Holly who stared anxiously back.
“I don't know how you handle it honey, I really don't.” She cringed and grit her teeth, letting out a slow squeal which built in volume the further up the sole her nails travelled until she hit the ball of her foot and could stand no more of it. Maria panted as she resumed the softer, more tolerable play of her fingertips.
“I can't imagine what it must be like. Being all tied up, having my feet and who knows where else tickled. It would drive me insane! I know that much.”
Holly stared at the floor. She willed herself away from this place. This house of horrors she had been trapped inside for months now with only this evil tormentress for company. She became painfully aware of her feet. How bare they were, how motionless they were. She couldn't see them as they were locked in place behind her but she had discovered while cringing at Maria's conversation that her toes were held in place. She was certainly no stranger to bondage anymore. But now she felt more exposed than ever, despite at least being given some clothing this time – a pair of denim hotpants a size too small, but still.
Perhaps it was the camera. She looked over to it again. The light next to it was on, so she assumed she must be being filmed again.
“Aw, there she is! Say hello Holly.”
No response, Holly was gagged after all. She simply shut her eyes. She had a real attitude at times and Maria had become tired of it. The same insults, the same outbursts and tantrums. Day after day. Secretly she marvelled at Holly's fortitude. And she was a screamer too. She'd been put through hell on many occasions in a short space of time and yet she still had it in her to curse Maria out. An inflatable gag did not silence her but at least Maria had no further need of ear plugs.
Maria watched the screen smiling at the image of beauty in bondage. A notification from her laptop's news feed popped up and she immediately clicked it. The smile became a frown as she now watched a sea of sad and concerned faces. Another appeal for information regarding a missing woman. She stared at the screen and began to fidget restlessly while she watched. The woman's family appeared on screen.
Maria dropped the laptop to the floor with a thud which would have caused Holly to leap out of her skin had she not been anchored to the ground. Her eyes shot open in time to notice Maria's bare legs striding off somewhere behind her and out of sight, Holly tensed and bit into her gag. She clawed at the cushioned surface beneath her hands and squeezed her eyes shut.
“Say hello to them, then.” Maria commanded from behind her. She could practically feel Maria's eyes on her feet. Holly gingerly opened one eye slightly as she shivered, on the edge of being overwhelmed with the anticipation. She saw the laptop in front of her, the screen bright in the candle light of the room. Her eyes slowly adjusted and then immediately rolled up into her skull as her feet became ablaze with sensation.
The thought of what Maria had said before about manicures raced through Holly's mind as those strong and smooth nails set about their task of tearing the woman's sanity away from her. A task they seemed born to do. Sinking into her heels and tracing horrendous paths of ticklish hell up and down the outer edges of her feet, grazing her little toes before rushing back to the heel. Holly shook side to side what little she was able to. She felt sure she would bite the gag in half as she screamed and laughed so hard there were visible veins in her forehead.
As was typical, Maria was relentless. Her fingernails drove straight through whatever resistance Holly may have had every single time. She traced the wrinkles one by one, constantly varying her speed and pressure. How she adored Holly's feet, so angelic, so soft and the more she tickled them the more flushed pink they became.
Holly saw stars as she poured all her desperate might into tearing herself free of this contraption when she felt Maria's talons delve down between her toes. There was simply no getting used to this. They scurried back and forth at terrifying speed, a horrifying electricity seized her entire nervous system and would not let her go. Not so long as Maria had her way working Holly's toes within an inch of their lives.
Minute after agonising minute ticked by, Holly was desperate to get the gag out of her mouth. To release that pent up frustration caused by the blocking of her laughter. To breathe through her mouth. Just to have some control over something. Anything.
Maria's skin was glowing by the time she was done at her pet's feet. She raised her voice to be heard over Holly's pained wheezing, telling her to look at the screen.
Holly's heart pounded, she felt it right through her body. There they were, her entire family along with the police. All pleading with her to come home. Telling her that she wasn't in any trouble. She had tears in her eyes at least once a day, usually because of Maria's methods of waking her early every morning. This time, though, she had almost forgotten Maria even existed.
She looked longingly at the screen as the appeal began to wrap up and a phone number appeared and she grimaced, feeling Maria's claws tapping her bare soles once more. Breathing slowly and deeply, she closed her eyes.
“Looks like they really miss you.” Said Maria, slowly circling the smooth upper surface of her nails over Holly's slightly moist feet. She could see her trembling and she could feel it through her fingers. The energy within Holly was palpable.
She picked up her phone and dialed a number, on her knees she shuffled across the floor to sit by Holly's face. She looked particularly gorgeous tonight in the low light of the room, with a stern and determined expression on her face and the perfect amount of drool on her chin and sweat on her brow.
“Open your eyes, Holly.”
She did not.
Maria sighed, “Holly, you open your eyes right now or we can play with that pink cream again. Maybe find some new places to use it as well as the ones we already know you love.”
Holly's breathing quickened, she remembered that tub of pink stuff Maria appeared with one morning. It was ice cold when applied to her breasts but rapidly warmed under Maria's massaging hands. The tingling. The memory of it filled her with confused feelings. Both arousal and terror mixed into a hideous cocktail.
She remembered being strapped helplessly to Maria's bed. Remembered how swollen she had felt, both upstairs and down. The desperation she felt as it slowly became worse and worse, the way she teetered on the edge, a hair's breadth away from what would surely have been a world-ending release. No matter how badly she despised Maria she simply couldn't deny that her beauty was intoxicating, as was her scent. Maria had been perched atop Holly's face, totally naked, for this hellacious massage. Maria had to be a demon, Holly was sure of it. How else could she so perfectly bring her to the edge time and time again and never once slip up. It was utterly maddening.
The absolute worst part came when Maria had sat by Holly's thighs and raised both feet in the air before planting them softly down on Holly's face. It had confirmed to Holly one thing that she had been worried about for a while – she would not resist Maria's feet. They were just so beautiful. She hadn't been surprised to find that a woman as stunningly beautiful and curvaceous as Maria had the feet to match the body, but even so. The sight of them always stopped Holly dead in her tracks.
She had fought as much as she could while Maria rode her face during the agonising nipple play, she had shut her eyes and pursed her lips tightly together. There had been little she could do about Maria's deliciously fragrant pussy but she could, and did, refuse Maria's demands that she stick her tongue out in return for a rest. But no matter how hellishly sensitive she became underneath Maria, she refused to use her tongue.
When Maria's feet came out, so too did Holly's tongue. Maria smiled broadly at how Holly didn't even need a word of encouragement to get started. She held her foot up in front of Holly's face, curling and wiggling her toes and watched Holly's determined look melt into one of total submission. Holly had craned her neck forward, desperate to get to Maria's feet. She whimpered and tears flowed from her eyes while the cream continued to send warm waves of searing pleasure coursing though her nerves as she was treated to the most beautiful feet she had ever seen.
To her shame, she had openly begged Maria for her feet. A minute or so later of the most unabashed begging and she had been gifted them. One planted along the left side of her face, the toes wiping the sweat from her forehead. The other used it's toes to play with her lips, parting them gently before being devoured by an extremely willing mouth.
An hour or so later, Maria left Holly alone to go take a shower. Holly had been left tied to the bed, a frantic mass of frazzled nerves and was drenched with sweat. Her heartbeat pounded through her nipples. The taste of Maria's feet lingered on her tongue, driving her insane with unquenched lust. She had never felt so horny in her life. It had taken excruciating hours for her to fully cool off.
Holly snapped out of her trance and glared straight into Maria's eyes. Maria held her phone up, it showed the number for the appeal's hotline. She hit Call and was thankful for the gag as Holly spat out a string of what she assumed were expletives in her direction. She shook in her bondage so hard the stool beneath her actually moved an inch or so. Imagining the noise it would have made on a hard floor, Maria was also thankful for the thick carpet. Her precious toy could shake and scream all she liked, nobody would hear her.
“Hello, I think I may have seen the young lady on the appeal tonight.”
Maria nestled herself down by Holly's feet as she began the conversation. The toes pulled hard against the cords holding them and the muffled squealing was unlike anything she had heard Holly squeal out in the past.
“Yes, Holly was her name, right?”
She bit her lip watching Holly struggle, listening to the animalistic sounds she was making. And watching her feet. Those delicious, edible feet.
“You know I'm sure it was her,” she set the fingernails of her free hand down on Holly's left foot, “I saw her walking by the canal a few days ago, Wednesday I think. It wasn't far from the locks by Copse Wharf probably about 8pm,” and they started scribbling.
“I remember thinking to myself what is such a lovely young woman as her doing alone at this time? It was quite late you see.”
The manicured nails ran rampant across the cringing sole with little direction while Maria focussed on the conversation, though it didn't matter. Any touch to Holly's bare feet caused her to immediately hit the roof. It was one thing she truly couldn't handle. Foot tickling damn near killed her every time and Maria was both a true professional and a true sadist.
“I only said hello to her, I was out with the dog.” Maria made a mental note to look into getting some type of dog, she'd heard they were wonderful ways to meet new people. Not that she believed she could ever tire of Holly. “She didn't say anything. Oh God what if it was her? And I just walked by?”
The operator reassured Maria she was not at fault here and thanked her sincerely for the information while Maria's nails skittered their way across the back of Holly's thigh.
“Oh I do hope so,” Maria smiled, leering at Holly's jiggling ass, “the world needs some good news. No problem, goodbye.”
She ended the call and put her phone down, immediately putting her newly freed hand to some use. Each of Holly's thighs received the tickling of a life time. Maria was well and truly fired up and pouring all of her energy into Holly's helpless legs.
Her hands were grabbing the soft flesh at the top of Holly's thighs, right beneath the tight denim. Kneading and prodding what she knew to be a huge hotspot for Holly. She knew just how to play her and continued the merciless squeezing of her thighs until the light denim became a darker shade of blue. Of course, this didn't stop Maria. Any sign of weakness spurred her on even more. She drilled her fingers into the skin and revelled in Holly's near soundless wheezing.
She shot her hands into Holly's underarms and viciously tickled the helpless and sweating hollows. Holly felt the talons in her wet underarms and her mind threatened to snap, it was horrific. She threw her head back and howled into the gag, sweat flinging across the room as she did so. Maria nuzzled her face into Holly's hair as she continued the merciless tickling and she inhaled deeply. She could almost smell the woman's desperation. She pressed her mouth toward Holly's underarm and licked away, it was gorgeous. Salty, with a hint of sweetness. Holly's mind somersaulted in response to the darting tongue attacking her helpless flesh.
Her ribs were grabbed suddenly and vigorously massaged, her sides likewise. Holly was exhausted. Her head hung low now and she feebly shook it from side to side, eyes squeezed tight and tears forcing their way through the lids. She felt them trickle down her cheeks. She needed to rest, God how she needed it. The only breaks she received were split seconds while Maria's hands left her to attack a new spot and work it to the point of insanity. She could only pray that Maria would soon tire herself out.
Though no matter how torturous the tickling became, her resolve remained largely steadfast. She had made a promise to herself, the moment she saw her loved ones on that laptop, that no matter how terrible things became here... She would never beg this witch ever again. Not for anything.
Maria could sense the change in Holly, she shook and she laughed as hard as ever but there were no words forthcoming. No obvious pleas for mercy being spluttered into the gag. She enjoyed the games she played with her immensely and this latest one had caused her to become feverishly horny, she knew it was risky and had no idea what effect they would have on Holly. But that was the point. That's what made it so unbearably hot.
She patted Holly's ass as she stood up and left the room. Holly watched her leave, loudly heaving for breath, sweat trickling from her back and down her sides.
When she returned, Holly screamed. She summoned all her strength into ripping herself free of this bondage and using it to end Maria's life. She pulled furiously at her binds, all of her strength was used and she achieved only a minute amount of toe flexing. It was a crushing feeling.
Made all the worse as she felt Maria's gooey, gloved hand grab her hanging breasts unceremoniously. The cream engulfed them and Holly winced, whining and shutting her eyes tightly as she prepared for what was to come. She honestly didn't know what was worse, the cream... Or tickling.
If pushed, she would have probably settled on tickling. That was until Maria produced a large pair of scissors and snipped away the denim shorts leaving Holly's beautiful bare ass on show, and slapped it with a handful of the pink, creamy hell right between her cheeks.
Holly's eyes sprung open again, her forehead wrinkled and her eyebrows quivered. Maria's hand massaged the cream deep between her cheeks, two fingers actually slid inside of her. She bit into the gag and squealed around it. Her squealing shot up octave after octave as the hand travelled just a little lower and repeated the attention to Holly's second most private region.
Maria worked it lovingly into Holly's lips, parting them tenderly and coating her clit with it. Not one square millimetre of flesh was spared the treatment and Holly appeared to be on the verge of losing her voice. Her head snapped back and forth and side to side, hair whipping around wildly as Maria's gloved fingers softly tickled the cream into Holly's most delicate area. Maria bit her lip whenever droplets of sweat, flung from the hair of her tormented toy, landed on her own bare skin.
Maria knelt by Holly's side and gently caressed her nipples while the other hand slipped up and down the entirety of Holly's crack. She heard the pained and frustrated groans of her toy and was extremely pleased. Once the mixture was thoroughly worked into the most private pores on Holly's body, Maria laid down in front of her and spread her legs wide.
It was a familiar sight to Holly and not one she ever quite got used to. Maria's lips were puffy and wet, her fingers spread them apart. She was still wearing the gloves. One hand gripped her breast while the other worked her clit. She propped herself up on one arm so she could watch Holly's reaction.
It didn't disappoint. That wide eyed stare framed by utterly dishevelled hair. The trembling and drooling. It was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. In no time at all Maria was riding the waves of what was to be the first of many orgasms that night. Holly watched, transfixed. Her own need swelling and causing her mind to swim more and more each time she watched Maria shudder before her.
Holly cried into her gag and her stomach swam with butterflies as Maria pressed her foot into Holly's face. She wriggled her toes around Holly's nose, Holly was on the verge of hyperventilating. The mild, almost spicy scent on that skin, its satin like texture, the beautiful glow, the way those marshmallow soft toes tantalised her face... Holly just couldn't resist. She needed them, desperately. More than anything in her life she wanted to spit the damn gag out and devour that foot.
But she couldn't beg. Not this time. Not after the news story Maria made her watch. She was at the very limits of her sanity and endurance as Maria pinched her nose playfully with her toes. Maria's insane tease, the cream, her near immobile bondage and the utter exhaustion of the tickling finally proved too much. Maria watched her toy's eyes roll back into her head. She had fainted and Maria had exploded into a particularly wet climax.
She laid flat on her back, spent. Then remembered the laptop.
She sat back on the sofa with it, dismissed the news and reopened her chat window. The camera was facing her knees, she angled it upwards to face Holly.
“Sorry, easy to get carried away with this one!” She typed. “Did you catch all of that?”
A reply was being typed. A long reply, Maria waited for it as she rubbed her feet back and forth against the carpet, squeezing her thighs together. That cream was truly powerful, she made a mental note to shower the second this conversation ended.
Just as her hand was slipping back downstairs the reply was submitted.
“Yes, we did. You are really quite something, Maria. And your friend appears to be quite the catch. You are exactly the type we would love to have onboard! But, we're not quite 100%... How about an encore? Help us commit to this.”
Maria smiled, her heart racing. She desperately needed to wash this cream off, but it would have to wait. She got up, angled the camera towards Holly once more and with her slave perfectly in the centre of shot, moved to sit by her feet.
She cracked her knuckles, made claws of her hands and sank the nails into Holly's soft, virgin-like flesh. Deep into the arches, all ten of the toes spasmed at the touch and Holly was ripped away from the bliss of unconsciousness. Her muffled screams and the scraping of nails on skin the only things to be heard as Maria focussed her will on those precious feet.
Holly's feet had turned a deep shade of pink, they were so warm, so soft and so slick. Her toes cringed and wriggled what little they could under the cords. Maria bit her lip watching them move, then dived in, teeth first and feasted on Holly's soles.
For the second time that night, Holly blacked out.
***
Holly awoke to a fleeting sense of dread that she had somehow lost her sight. Her world was pitch black, but moving. It was also warm and stuffy, she could feel something soft on her skin, some sort of felt maybe. As she gradually regained her senses and the daze of waking faded she realised she was in a car and, alarmingly, appeared to be inside some type of bag.
She recognised the feeling of a hogtie. The pressure along the entire left side of her body eased as she eventually managed to roll herself onto her stomach within the confines of this bag. It was huge, almost like a small tent, engulfing her completely and with room to spare. She grunted as the car travelled across bumps in the road.
Her nipples felt sticky, Maria had obviously chosen not to wash her after their most recent session. Holly's toes curled as the nerves in her nipples reacted to the crystallising residue, it still tingled just not as ferociously as when still a fresh cream. She began to notice a similar sensation down between her cheeks and she clenched in response, arching her back a little and clenching her jaw, sucking the stuffy air of the bag slowly through her gritted teeth.
The journey seemed to take forever, she had no idea what time it was nor where she was going. There was a sense of freedom, despite her predicament, found in being taken away from Maria's house. Though as with everything in Holly's life recently that freedom was tainted with undercurrents of dread. The teasing prickles tantalising her more sensitive regions a constant reminder that she was still Maria's plaything. And this couldn't have been some bizarre rescue attempt, surely. Otherwise why the bondage? How she wished she could rest. Just be peaceful for even a few moments. Months she had spent living on edge with this madwoman.
Maria tapped her nails on the steering wheel, quietly singing to herself and smiling nervously into the mirror while checking her look. Short skirt, check. Tight blouse, check. Leather jacket to keep the chill of the evening off, check. She had gone without stockings and drove barefoot as the heels she'd chosen, while gorgeous and perfect for showcasing the beauty of her feet, were entirely impractical for driving.
She could barely contain herself when she checked the SatNav and saw there was less than a mile to go. Checking that she was still alone on this road, she put her foot down and roared down the road.
Back inside the bag, Holly had started to become itchy and it was slowly driving her mad. She was sweating with the stifling heat and it must have caused her skin to react with whatever lining this bag had. She jiggled in her bindings and thrust herself around but to no avail, the itching did not relent. If anything movement actually made it worse. She had wailed in fear and frustration at the sudden acceleration, it rolled her back onto her side inside the itchy bag and she slid backwards and hit the wall with a thud, feet first. The force pinned her in place and her entire left side and the soles of both feet, glazed with a sheen of sweat, soon began to itch like crazy.
She could hear the surface of the road changing, no longer smooth it sounded like loose gravel. She felt the car slow and eventually come to a halt. A door opened but did not close and she desperately tried to quieten her breathing to try and make out what the muffled voices were saying. Her mind raced at the possibilities. Who the hell was Maria talking to? Was she finally being freed after all?
Just as she was about to lose her mind inside this hideous bag, she heard a click, a whoosh and felt the atmosphere around her change for the better. She also noticed the bag had mesh covered vents along one side, she could see blue sky through them. And trees. And Maria, who wasn't alone.
She heard two mail voices and the bag holding her captive was lifted with ease out of the car. Footsteps crunched along gravel and the voices were kept low, everything around her seemed so casual and relaxed and it looked to be such a nice day Holly found herself on the verge of screaming. Did nobody in the world care for her right now?
They entered a building and she was deposited onto the ground. She could smell wood smoke and heard what sounded like a room full of people all talking at once, gentle chat as if they had arrived at a cafe or some sort of country club.
Keys jangled somewhere behind her, padlocks were taken from the bag and it was slowly unzipped. Cool air breezed inside the bag and wafted over Holly's tormented skin. It felt amazing, even if it didn't stop the itching.
A rough hand slipped an eye mask over her face and the cord connecting her wrists and ankles was cut away, she cried out loudly when lifted to a stand as her stiff joints suddenly found themselves loosened by force.
“Could you please get me a gag?” She heard Maria ask somebody.
“Certainly ma'am.” Came the curt reply.
Maria inspected Holly and sighed. She was very sweaty and covered in fluff from that bag, she would need a thorough wash. A gag was handed to Maria.
“Open up.” She ordered, with one hand on Holly's nipple in preparation for her disobedience.
“What... What's happening? M- Maria?” She stammered nervously. Maria's grip tightened slightly.
“You will not show me up, not here. Now open your mouth.”
Maria spoke quietly and quickly with a tone Holly hadn't heard before. Maria seemed different. Holly kept her mouth shut.
“Now!” Maria whispered angrily. She felt eyes on her and noticed the background conversation was dying down a little, she flushed with embarrassment.
Through gritted teeth Holly growled back.
“You will tell me, Maria.” her legs felt like jelly and her nipple pulsed in Maria's hand. “What is happening? Tell me!”
Maria shifted her weight from one foot to the other, covering her mouth with one hand and rubbing at her lips. She released Holly's nipple and turned to her observers, waving and smiling.
“TELL ME!” Holly screamed, Maria practically jumped out of her skin. Holly heard footsteps rushing towards her.
Holly continued to scream and curse even as she was held tight by strong arms and something stung her on the shoulder. She felt herself weakening and thrashed around what little she could until the world faded to darkness.
Maria apologised profusely to both the onlookers and the assistants.
“Oh it's no problem.” Smiled a silver haired man, he wore an entirely black suit with a matching black mask flecked with gold, it covered his eyes and black feathers adorned the right side.
“None at all.” He continued, leering at the young woman being bundled back into the bag. He watched the assistants carry her up the stairs. “I'm sure she will be worth the wait entirely.”
He saw the look of concern on Maria's face, biting her lip as she watched the people carrying her precious cargo disappear around a corner. Holly had never been out of both her sight and control before.
“Would you join us for a drink? It must have been a long journey. Please. We've all been greatly looking forward to your arrival.”
He motioned her into the dining area, wrapping an arm around her as he did so and giving her soft side a playful squeeze. She gasped and flinched away from the hand and bumped her hip onto his, he turned his head to face her and he laughed. Hungrily. She awkwardly smiled back, never had she been so flustered.
As they sat at the table adorned with expensive looking candlesticks and crystal glassware, a large projector against the far wall flickered into life. The masked man stood and tapped his glass. The room fell silent and the lights dimmed.
“Friends, we have gathered here today to welcome a new member to our order.”
Maria caught the looks of people sat around the table with her, all dressed similarly to the Host addressing the room. The masks were beautiful, highly intricate patterns and bold colours. Each one also featured feathers in one form or another.
“You have all seen her file and her work. If any one among you has concerns about offering a membership to Maria, please speak now.”
The room was silent, the masked men and women looked around but nobody spoke.
“Then so it shall be.” He walked to a cabinet on one side of the room, unlocked a drawer and carefully slid it open. Maria watched him curiously.
He returned to the table with his arms wrapped around a wooden chest, also locked. He placed it down on the table before Maria and handed her the key, it was heavy, made of iron about the length of her index finger. He took a step to the side and remained standing to face her, the other members also stood.
Maria inserted the key and turned it. The lock opened smoothly, she opened the chest. Inside was a purple eye mask, just as elaborate and decorative as those worn around the table.
“Brothers, sisters, welcome... Maria. Our new mistress of Violet.”
Drinks were raised and there was a short round of applause. Maria picked up the mask, it felt so delicate and she could smell something on it... It was floral, perfume perhaps. Something told her she wasn't the first woman to wear this.
She made to raise it to her eyes and felt a hand grip her shoulder. The Host looked down at her.
“Patience, Maria. First, the contract must be fulfilled.” He smiled, Maria felt an uneasy wave of confusion rise within her. The contract had been signed, she was here, with Holly... What did he mean?
Seconds later a large projector screen on the wall above the cabinet flickered into life and Maria jumped to her feet at the image it displayed.
There was Holly, semi conscious, being manhandled onto a bed by the two men who carried her away moments earlier. They were not being at all careful and were grabbing at her breasts and thighs.
“What the fuck is this?” Maria demanded of her Host, her first day style nerves evaporating into nothing at the sight of her possession being interfered with.
“It's what keeps their mouths closed.” The Host replied, all too matter of factly. He waved in the direction of the screen, “These people are not us. They are volunteers. Ordinary, every day people who tell their friends and families that they work in an office.”
Maria's heart leapt into her throat and her insides swam heavily with dread as her eyes darted from the screen, to the masked man and his guests. She clenched and relaxed her hands repeatedly, palms sweating watching Holly being jostled around in that room.
He watched the screen with Maria and the members, “It greatly keeps costs down if we offer them the occasional perk. And it's been a while since such a pretty one was brought to us.”
The Host once more wrapped his arm around her side, “It was also stated very clearly in our terms, Maria.”
Maria knew what he was talking about, she just hadn't expected it to feel quite like this. She would surrender Holly in exchange for membership. It explicitly stated the word surrender and that word had made her skin crawl. But the benefits, at the time, seemed to massively outweigh a bit of momentary discomfort.
The reality was, however, slowly being played out in this room and on that screen. The two men had cut the bindings from Holly's ankles and were tying them back to each side of the headboard, almost folding the young woman in half.
Maria breathed heavily, nostrils flared with her eyes piercing the vision on that screen, she made to turn around and head out to find Holly. The arm around her side held tight.
The Host produced a scroll, unwound it and handed it to Maria. She held it in shaking hands which she fought to steady as she read. There was nothing she wasn't already aware of. With a click of his fingers the lights went out and he held up a small device emitting a deep blue light and used it to illuminate the very bottom of the scroll, just above the line Maria had digitally signed.
To Maria's horror, an entire new paragraph appeared under this light. Her mouth dried and her legs felt weak, her lips trembled as she read.
9. Those bestowed with the title of Master or Mistress shall at least once per term know the agonies of slavery, so that they may understand the true nature of it and find themselves more fully capable of wielding their craft/s more skilfully. That which they would inflict upon others shall be visited upon their person only by those fully endorsed by the Club.
The man watched her reading. He had seen this reaction many times but it never got old. Seeing the sudden realisation on the faces of both men and women that they would be forced to submit to members of this club. Forced to have their greatest weaknesses and fears played out while helpless to stop it... It truly never aged.
“This isn't fair.” Said the utterly shaken voice of Maria. “You, you tricked me. I need to lea-”
“-No, Maria. We have a deal. That's your signature, right there.”
Maria pulled away from his embrace, “I didn't know what I was signing!” She spun to face the screen, there was Holly. Alone. “Let us go right now or we'll-”
“-What, Maria? Call the police?” He and his guests laughed aloud. “Let's not forget, Maria, we know all about you. All about Holly and how the two of you met. We know everything. And now, you have some idea of how poor little Holly felt the first time she woke up in your basement.”
Maria's grip on that scroll tightened by the second, the laughter had been the final straw here. Her nails pierced through it and she tore it in half, throwing it in the Host's face and screamed. She heard chairs scrape across the hard floor as people at the table stood and she ran towards the door. The man watched her, amused, trying to run in those heels. He clapped his hands twice and Maria flinched, grabbing at her thigh. She cried out as she fell to the floor.
Her heart was racing as she fell. She looked to the screen, it had been switched off. In the glow of candlelight she watched the Host and the other members walk towards her. She desperately tried to pull herself along the cold stone floor but soon found herself trapped, her arms finally joined her legs in paralysis. Her entire body was lifeless, it felt so heavy. It terrified her.
She felt the weight creeping into her neck and she whimpered. She saw the shining leather shoes and glittery heels of those she had intended on calling colleagues standing before her.
The Host rolled Maria onto her back and smiled down at her along with the Masters and Mistresses.
“Glad to have you onboard, Maria.”
“Come on sweety, smile for the camera.”
Maria giggled to herself before finishing the large glass of red wine. She took in the sight of Holly, repositioned the laptop on her thighs and congratulated herself on a job very, very well done. Holly was bound on all fours this evening. Her feet rested on a leather cushion as did her knees and hands. Her upper body supported by a large padded stool. Holly's ankles were cinched together tightly with leather buckles which in turn were connected to steel eyelets Maria had secured to the floor. A similar setup at her knees and wrists completed her plaything's bondage.
Almost. Holly had a terrible habit of moving her feet whenever Maria tickled them. Sometimes this was okay. Maria did relish the feeling of Holly's toes wriggling around when they were inside her mouth after all. But for tickling, Maria liked her victims to be truly helpless. Elasticated cords kept each toe held nice and tightly. She had been slightly annoyed while using them for the very first time as Holly's toes had quite a range of movement available to them. Thankfully that had all but stopped after some experimentation with shorter lengths of cord. They were quite immobile after that, especially around the twenty minute mark when Holly's fatigue truly began to set in.
As Maria looked her over she continued to ever so gently run her fingertips across the sole of her own foot which had been tucked up underneath her leg. She adored the sensation, so long as she had control over it. And she absolutely loved the fact that her feet were ticklish to her own touch. It meant she could try out new techniques, new instruments and feel them as Holly felt them. Or t least get a very good idea of what Holly would feel. She often wondered what it would be like to be Holly. The thought both chilled and fascinated her.
Holly glanced nervously from the back of the laptop to Maria's hand. She cringed watching those fingers softly scrawl their way along Maria's twitching soles and the way they wormed through the gaps between her toes made her skin crawl. And what was worse, Maria seemed to be enjoying it. Maybe some part of Maria believed Holly enjoyed it too? She had no way of knowing and was terrified of asking. Maria's presence alone caused Holly the most intense and nervous anticipation even when she wasn't trapped in some elaborate bondage setup.
Suddenly Maria jolted in her seat and she let out a yelp before laughing to herself.
“Christ, fresh manicures make it tickle so bad!” She drummed her fingernails on the heel of her foot and looked at Holly who stared anxiously back.
“I don't know how you handle it honey, I really don't.” She cringed and grit her teeth, letting out a slow squeal which built in volume the further up the sole her nails travelled until she hit the ball of her foot and could stand no more of it. Maria panted as she resumed the softer, more tolerable play of her fingertips.
“I can't imagine what it must be like. Being all tied up, having my feet and who knows where else tickled. It would drive me insane! I know that much.”
Holly stared at the floor. She willed herself away from this place. This house of horrors she had been trapped inside for months now with only this evil tormentress for company. She became painfully aware of her feet. How bare they were, how motionless they were. She couldn't see them as they were locked in place behind her but she had discovered while cringing at Maria's conversation that her toes were held in place. She was certainly no stranger to bondage anymore. But now she felt more exposed than ever, despite at least being given some clothing this time – a pair of denim hotpants a size too small, but still.
Perhaps it was the camera. She looked over to it again. The light next to it was on, so she assumed she must be being filmed again.
“Aw, there she is! Say hello Holly.”
No response, Holly was gagged after all. She simply shut her eyes. She had a real attitude at times and Maria had become tired of it. The same insults, the same outbursts and tantrums. Day after day. Secretly she marvelled at Holly's fortitude. And she was a screamer too. She'd been put through hell on many occasions in a short space of time and yet she still had it in her to curse Maria out. An inflatable gag did not silence her but at least Maria had no further need of ear plugs.
Maria watched the screen smiling at the image of beauty in bondage. A notification from her laptop's news feed popped up and she immediately clicked it. The smile became a frown as she now watched a sea of sad and concerned faces. Another appeal for information regarding a missing woman. She stared at the screen and began to fidget restlessly while she watched. The woman's family appeared on screen.
Maria dropped the laptop to the floor with a thud which would have caused Holly to leap out of her skin had she not been anchored to the ground. Her eyes shot open in time to notice Maria's bare legs striding off somewhere behind her and out of sight, Holly tensed and bit into her gag. She clawed at the cushioned surface beneath her hands and squeezed her eyes shut.
“Say hello to them, then.” Maria commanded from behind her. She could practically feel Maria's eyes on her feet. Holly gingerly opened one eye slightly as she shivered, on the edge of being overwhelmed with the anticipation. She saw the laptop in front of her, the screen bright in the candle light of the room. Her eyes slowly adjusted and then immediately rolled up into her skull as her feet became ablaze with sensation.
The thought of what Maria had said before about manicures raced through Holly's mind as those strong and smooth nails set about their task of tearing the woman's sanity away from her. A task they seemed born to do. Sinking into her heels and tracing horrendous paths of ticklish hell up and down the outer edges of her feet, grazing her little toes before rushing back to the heel. Holly shook side to side what little she was able to. She felt sure she would bite the gag in half as she screamed and laughed so hard there were visible veins in her forehead.
As was typical, Maria was relentless. Her fingernails drove straight through whatever resistance Holly may have had every single time. She traced the wrinkles one by one, constantly varying her speed and pressure. How she adored Holly's feet, so angelic, so soft and the more she tickled them the more flushed pink they became.
Holly saw stars as she poured all her desperate might into tearing herself free of this contraption when she felt Maria's talons delve down between her toes. There was simply no getting used to this. They scurried back and forth at terrifying speed, a horrifying electricity seized her entire nervous system and would not let her go. Not so long as Maria had her way working Holly's toes within an inch of their lives.
Minute after agonising minute ticked by, Holly was desperate to get the gag out of her mouth. To release that pent up frustration caused by the blocking of her laughter. To breathe through her mouth. Just to have some control over something. Anything.
Maria's skin was glowing by the time she was done at her pet's feet. She raised her voice to be heard over Holly's pained wheezing, telling her to look at the screen.
Holly's heart pounded, she felt it right through her body. There they were, her entire family along with the police. All pleading with her to come home. Telling her that she wasn't in any trouble. She had tears in her eyes at least once a day, usually because of Maria's methods of waking her early every morning. This time, though, she had almost forgotten Maria even existed.
She looked longingly at the screen as the appeal began to wrap up and a phone number appeared and she grimaced, feeling Maria's claws tapping her bare soles once more. Breathing slowly and deeply, she closed her eyes.
“Looks like they really miss you.” Said Maria, slowly circling the smooth upper surface of her nails over Holly's slightly moist feet. She could see her trembling and she could feel it through her fingers. The energy within Holly was palpable.
She picked up her phone and dialed a number, on her knees she shuffled across the floor to sit by Holly's face. She looked particularly gorgeous tonight in the low light of the room, with a stern and determined expression on her face and the perfect amount of drool on her chin and sweat on her brow.
“Open your eyes, Holly.”
She did not.
Maria sighed, “Holly, you open your eyes right now or we can play with that pink cream again. Maybe find some new places to use it as well as the ones we already know you love.”
Holly's breathing quickened, she remembered that tub of pink stuff Maria appeared with one morning. It was ice cold when applied to her breasts but rapidly warmed under Maria's massaging hands. The tingling. The memory of it filled her with confused feelings. Both arousal and terror mixed into a hideous cocktail.
She remembered being strapped helplessly to Maria's bed. Remembered how swollen she had felt, both upstairs and down. The desperation she felt as it slowly became worse and worse, the way she teetered on the edge, a hair's breadth away from what would surely have been a world-ending release. No matter how badly she despised Maria she simply couldn't deny that her beauty was intoxicating, as was her scent. Maria had been perched atop Holly's face, totally naked, for this hellacious massage. Maria had to be a demon, Holly was sure of it. How else could she so perfectly bring her to the edge time and time again and never once slip up. It was utterly maddening.
The absolute worst part came when Maria had sat by Holly's thighs and raised both feet in the air before planting them softly down on Holly's face. It had confirmed to Holly one thing that she had been worried about for a while – she would not resist Maria's feet. They were just so beautiful. She hadn't been surprised to find that a woman as stunningly beautiful and curvaceous as Maria had the feet to match the body, but even so. The sight of them always stopped Holly dead in her tracks.
She had fought as much as she could while Maria rode her face during the agonising nipple play, she had shut her eyes and pursed her lips tightly together. There had been little she could do about Maria's deliciously fragrant pussy but she could, and did, refuse Maria's demands that she stick her tongue out in return for a rest. But no matter how hellishly sensitive she became underneath Maria, she refused to use her tongue.
When Maria's feet came out, so too did Holly's tongue. Maria smiled broadly at how Holly didn't even need a word of encouragement to get started. She held her foot up in front of Holly's face, curling and wiggling her toes and watched Holly's determined look melt into one of total submission. Holly had craned her neck forward, desperate to get to Maria's feet. She whimpered and tears flowed from her eyes while the cream continued to send warm waves of searing pleasure coursing though her nerves as she was treated to the most beautiful feet she had ever seen.
To her shame, she had openly begged Maria for her feet. A minute or so later of the most unabashed begging and she had been gifted them. One planted along the left side of her face, the toes wiping the sweat from her forehead. The other used it's toes to play with her lips, parting them gently before being devoured by an extremely willing mouth.
An hour or so later, Maria left Holly alone to go take a shower. Holly had been left tied to the bed, a frantic mass of frazzled nerves and was drenched with sweat. Her heartbeat pounded through her nipples. The taste of Maria's feet lingered on her tongue, driving her insane with unquenched lust. She had never felt so horny in her life. It had taken excruciating hours for her to fully cool off.
Holly snapped out of her trance and glared straight into Maria's eyes. Maria held her phone up, it showed the number for the appeal's hotline. She hit Call and was thankful for the gag as Holly spat out a string of what she assumed were expletives in her direction. She shook in her bondage so hard the stool beneath her actually moved an inch or so. Imagining the noise it would have made on a hard floor, Maria was also thankful for the thick carpet. Her precious toy could shake and scream all she liked, nobody would hear her.
“Hello, I think I may have seen the young lady on the appeal tonight.”
Maria nestled herself down by Holly's feet as she began the conversation. The toes pulled hard against the cords holding them and the muffled squealing was unlike anything she had heard Holly squeal out in the past.
“Yes, Holly was her name, right?”
She bit her lip watching Holly struggle, listening to the animalistic sounds she was making. And watching her feet. Those delicious, edible feet.
“You know I'm sure it was her,” she set the fingernails of her free hand down on Holly's left foot, “I saw her walking by the canal a few days ago, Wednesday I think. It wasn't far from the locks by Copse Wharf probably about 8pm,” and they started scribbling.
“I remember thinking to myself what is such a lovely young woman as her doing alone at this time? It was quite late you see.”
The manicured nails ran rampant across the cringing sole with little direction while Maria focussed on the conversation, though it didn't matter. Any touch to Holly's bare feet caused her to immediately hit the roof. It was one thing she truly couldn't handle. Foot tickling damn near killed her every time and Maria was both a true professional and a true sadist.
“I only said hello to her, I was out with the dog.” Maria made a mental note to look into getting some type of dog, she'd heard they were wonderful ways to meet new people. Not that she believed she could ever tire of Holly. “She didn't say anything. Oh God what if it was her? And I just walked by?”
The operator reassured Maria she was not at fault here and thanked her sincerely for the information while Maria's nails skittered their way across the back of Holly's thigh.
“Oh I do hope so,” Maria smiled, leering at Holly's jiggling ass, “the world needs some good news. No problem, goodbye.”
She ended the call and put her phone down, immediately putting her newly freed hand to some use. Each of Holly's thighs received the tickling of a life time. Maria was well and truly fired up and pouring all of her energy into Holly's helpless legs.
Her hands were grabbing the soft flesh at the top of Holly's thighs, right beneath the tight denim. Kneading and prodding what she knew to be a huge hotspot for Holly. She knew just how to play her and continued the merciless squeezing of her thighs until the light denim became a darker shade of blue. Of course, this didn't stop Maria. Any sign of weakness spurred her on even more. She drilled her fingers into the skin and revelled in Holly's near soundless wheezing.
She shot her hands into Holly's underarms and viciously tickled the helpless and sweating hollows. Holly felt the talons in her wet underarms and her mind threatened to snap, it was horrific. She threw her head back and howled into the gag, sweat flinging across the room as she did so. Maria nuzzled her face into Holly's hair as she continued the merciless tickling and she inhaled deeply. She could almost smell the woman's desperation. She pressed her mouth toward Holly's underarm and licked away, it was gorgeous. Salty, with a hint of sweetness. Holly's mind somersaulted in response to the darting tongue attacking her helpless flesh.
Her ribs were grabbed suddenly and vigorously massaged, her sides likewise. Holly was exhausted. Her head hung low now and she feebly shook it from side to side, eyes squeezed tight and tears forcing their way through the lids. She felt them trickle down her cheeks. She needed to rest, God how she needed it. The only breaks she received were split seconds while Maria's hands left her to attack a new spot and work it to the point of insanity. She could only pray that Maria would soon tire herself out.
Though no matter how torturous the tickling became, her resolve remained largely steadfast. She had made a promise to herself, the moment she saw her loved ones on that laptop, that no matter how terrible things became here... She would never beg this witch ever again. Not for anything.
Maria could sense the change in Holly, she shook and she laughed as hard as ever but there were no words forthcoming. No obvious pleas for mercy being spluttered into the gag. She enjoyed the games she played with her immensely and this latest one had caused her to become feverishly horny, she knew it was risky and had no idea what effect they would have on Holly. But that was the point. That's what made it so unbearably hot.
She patted Holly's ass as she stood up and left the room. Holly watched her leave, loudly heaving for breath, sweat trickling from her back and down her sides.
When she returned, Holly screamed. She summoned all her strength into ripping herself free of this bondage and using it to end Maria's life. She pulled furiously at her binds, all of her strength was used and she achieved only a minute amount of toe flexing. It was a crushing feeling.
Made all the worse as she felt Maria's gooey, gloved hand grab her hanging breasts unceremoniously. The cream engulfed them and Holly winced, whining and shutting her eyes tightly as she prepared for what was to come. She honestly didn't know what was worse, the cream... Or tickling.
If pushed, she would have probably settled on tickling. That was until Maria produced a large pair of scissors and snipped away the denim shorts leaving Holly's beautiful bare ass on show, and slapped it with a handful of the pink, creamy hell right between her cheeks.
Holly's eyes sprung open again, her forehead wrinkled and her eyebrows quivered. Maria's hand massaged the cream deep between her cheeks, two fingers actually slid inside of her. She bit into the gag and squealed around it. Her squealing shot up octave after octave as the hand travelled just a little lower and repeated the attention to Holly's second most private region.
Maria worked it lovingly into Holly's lips, parting them tenderly and coating her clit with it. Not one square millimetre of flesh was spared the treatment and Holly appeared to be on the verge of losing her voice. Her head snapped back and forth and side to side, hair whipping around wildly as Maria's gloved fingers softly tickled the cream into Holly's most delicate area. Maria bit her lip whenever droplets of sweat, flung from the hair of her tormented toy, landed on her own bare skin.
Maria knelt by Holly's side and gently caressed her nipples while the other hand slipped up and down the entirety of Holly's crack. She heard the pained and frustrated groans of her toy and was extremely pleased. Once the mixture was thoroughly worked into the most private pores on Holly's body, Maria laid down in front of her and spread her legs wide.
It was a familiar sight to Holly and not one she ever quite got used to. Maria's lips were puffy and wet, her fingers spread them apart. She was still wearing the gloves. One hand gripped her breast while the other worked her clit. She propped herself up on one arm so she could watch Holly's reaction.
It didn't disappoint. That wide eyed stare framed by utterly dishevelled hair. The trembling and drooling. It was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. In no time at all Maria was riding the waves of what was to be the first of many orgasms that night. Holly watched, transfixed. Her own need swelling and causing her mind to swim more and more each time she watched Maria shudder before her.
Holly cried into her gag and her stomach swam with butterflies as Maria pressed her foot into Holly's face. She wriggled her toes around Holly's nose, Holly was on the verge of hyperventilating. The mild, almost spicy scent on that skin, its satin like texture, the beautiful glow, the way those marshmallow soft toes tantalised her face... Holly just couldn't resist. She needed them, desperately. More than anything in her life she wanted to spit the damn gag out and devour that foot.
But she couldn't beg. Not this time. Not after the news story Maria made her watch. She was at the very limits of her sanity and endurance as Maria pinched her nose playfully with her toes. Maria's insane tease, the cream, her near immobile bondage and the utter exhaustion of the tickling finally proved too much. Maria watched her toy's eyes roll back into her head. She had fainted and Maria had exploded into a particularly wet climax.
She laid flat on her back, spent. Then remembered the laptop.
She sat back on the sofa with it, dismissed the news and reopened her chat window. The camera was facing her knees, she angled it upwards to face Holly.
“Sorry, easy to get carried away with this one!” She typed. “Did you catch all of that?”
A reply was being typed. A long reply, Maria waited for it as she rubbed her feet back and forth against the carpet, squeezing her thighs together. That cream was truly powerful, she made a mental note to shower the second this conversation ended.
Just as her hand was slipping back downstairs the reply was submitted.
“Yes, we did. You are really quite something, Maria. And your friend appears to be quite the catch. You are exactly the type we would love to have onboard! But, we're not quite 100%... How about an encore? Help us commit to this.”
Maria smiled, her heart racing. She desperately needed to wash this cream off, but it would have to wait. She got up, angled the camera towards Holly once more and with her slave perfectly in the centre of shot, moved to sit by her feet.
She cracked her knuckles, made claws of her hands and sank the nails into Holly's soft, virgin-like flesh. Deep into the arches, all ten of the toes spasmed at the touch and Holly was ripped away from the bliss of unconsciousness. Her muffled screams and the scraping of nails on skin the only things to be heard as Maria focussed her will on those precious feet.
Holly's feet had turned a deep shade of pink, they were so warm, so soft and so slick. Her toes cringed and wriggled what little they could under the cords. Maria bit her lip watching them move, then dived in, teeth first and feasted on Holly's soles.
For the second time that night, Holly blacked out.
***
Holly awoke to a fleeting sense of dread that she had somehow lost her sight. Her world was pitch black, but moving. It was also warm and stuffy, she could feel something soft on her skin, some sort of felt maybe. As she gradually regained her senses and the daze of waking faded she realised she was in a car and, alarmingly, appeared to be inside some type of bag.
She recognised the feeling of a hogtie. The pressure along the entire left side of her body eased as she eventually managed to roll herself onto her stomach within the confines of this bag. It was huge, almost like a small tent, engulfing her completely and with room to spare. She grunted as the car travelled across bumps in the road.
Her nipples felt sticky, Maria had obviously chosen not to wash her after their most recent session. Holly's toes curled as the nerves in her nipples reacted to the crystallising residue, it still tingled just not as ferociously as when still a fresh cream. She began to notice a similar sensation down between her cheeks and she clenched in response, arching her back a little and clenching her jaw, sucking the stuffy air of the bag slowly through her gritted teeth.
The journey seemed to take forever, she had no idea what time it was nor where she was going. There was a sense of freedom, despite her predicament, found in being taken away from Maria's house. Though as with everything in Holly's life recently that freedom was tainted with undercurrents of dread. The teasing prickles tantalising her more sensitive regions a constant reminder that she was still Maria's plaything. And this couldn't have been some bizarre rescue attempt, surely. Otherwise why the bondage? How she wished she could rest. Just be peaceful for even a few moments. Months she had spent living on edge with this madwoman.
Maria tapped her nails on the steering wheel, quietly singing to herself and smiling nervously into the mirror while checking her look. Short skirt, check. Tight blouse, check. Leather jacket to keep the chill of the evening off, check. She had gone without stockings and drove barefoot as the heels she'd chosen, while gorgeous and perfect for showcasing the beauty of her feet, were entirely impractical for driving.
She could barely contain herself when she checked the SatNav and saw there was less than a mile to go. Checking that she was still alone on this road, she put her foot down and roared down the road.
Back inside the bag, Holly had started to become itchy and it was slowly driving her mad. She was sweating with the stifling heat and it must have caused her skin to react with whatever lining this bag had. She jiggled in her bindings and thrust herself around but to no avail, the itching did not relent. If anything movement actually made it worse. She had wailed in fear and frustration at the sudden acceleration, it rolled her back onto her side inside the itchy bag and she slid backwards and hit the wall with a thud, feet first. The force pinned her in place and her entire left side and the soles of both feet, glazed with a sheen of sweat, soon began to itch like crazy.
She could hear the surface of the road changing, no longer smooth it sounded like loose gravel. She felt the car slow and eventually come to a halt. A door opened but did not close and she desperately tried to quieten her breathing to try and make out what the muffled voices were saying. Her mind raced at the possibilities. Who the hell was Maria talking to? Was she finally being freed after all?
Just as she was about to lose her mind inside this hideous bag, she heard a click, a whoosh and felt the atmosphere around her change for the better. She also noticed the bag had mesh covered vents along one side, she could see blue sky through them. And trees. And Maria, who wasn't alone.
She heard two mail voices and the bag holding her captive was lifted with ease out of the car. Footsteps crunched along gravel and the voices were kept low, everything around her seemed so casual and relaxed and it looked to be such a nice day Holly found herself on the verge of screaming. Did nobody in the world care for her right now?
They entered a building and she was deposited onto the ground. She could smell wood smoke and heard what sounded like a room full of people all talking at once, gentle chat as if they had arrived at a cafe or some sort of country club.
Keys jangled somewhere behind her, padlocks were taken from the bag and it was slowly unzipped. Cool air breezed inside the bag and wafted over Holly's tormented skin. It felt amazing, even if it didn't stop the itching.
A rough hand slipped an eye mask over her face and the cord connecting her wrists and ankles was cut away, she cried out loudly when lifted to a stand as her stiff joints suddenly found themselves loosened by force.
“Could you please get me a gag?” She heard Maria ask somebody.
“Certainly ma'am.” Came the curt reply.
Maria inspected Holly and sighed. She was very sweaty and covered in fluff from that bag, she would need a thorough wash. A gag was handed to Maria.
“Open up.” She ordered, with one hand on Holly's nipple in preparation for her disobedience.
“What... What's happening? M- Maria?” She stammered nervously. Maria's grip tightened slightly.
“You will not show me up, not here. Now open your mouth.”
Maria spoke quietly and quickly with a tone Holly hadn't heard before. Maria seemed different. Holly kept her mouth shut.
“Now!” Maria whispered angrily. She felt eyes on her and noticed the background conversation was dying down a little, she flushed with embarrassment.
Through gritted teeth Holly growled back.
“You will tell me, Maria.” her legs felt like jelly and her nipple pulsed in Maria's hand. “What is happening? Tell me!”
Maria shifted her weight from one foot to the other, covering her mouth with one hand and rubbing at her lips. She released Holly's nipple and turned to her observers, waving and smiling.
“TELL ME!” Holly screamed, Maria practically jumped out of her skin. Holly heard footsteps rushing towards her.
Holly continued to scream and curse even as she was held tight by strong arms and something stung her on the shoulder. She felt herself weakening and thrashed around what little she could until the world faded to darkness.
Maria apologised profusely to both the onlookers and the assistants.
“Oh it's no problem.” Smiled a silver haired man, he wore an entirely black suit with a matching black mask flecked with gold, it covered his eyes and black feathers adorned the right side.
“None at all.” He continued, leering at the young woman being bundled back into the bag. He watched the assistants carry her up the stairs. “I'm sure she will be worth the wait entirely.”
He saw the look of concern on Maria's face, biting her lip as she watched the people carrying her precious cargo disappear around a corner. Holly had never been out of both her sight and control before.
“Would you join us for a drink? It must have been a long journey. Please. We've all been greatly looking forward to your arrival.”
He motioned her into the dining area, wrapping an arm around her as he did so and giving her soft side a playful squeeze. She gasped and flinched away from the hand and bumped her hip onto his, he turned his head to face her and he laughed. Hungrily. She awkwardly smiled back, never had she been so flustered.
As they sat at the table adorned with expensive looking candlesticks and crystal glassware, a large projector against the far wall flickered into life. The masked man stood and tapped his glass. The room fell silent and the lights dimmed.
“Friends, we have gathered here today to welcome a new member to our order.”
Maria caught the looks of people sat around the table with her, all dressed similarly to the Host addressing the room. The masks were beautiful, highly intricate patterns and bold colours. Each one also featured feathers in one form or another.
“You have all seen her file and her work. If any one among you has concerns about offering a membership to Maria, please speak now.”
The room was silent, the masked men and women looked around but nobody spoke.
“Then so it shall be.” He walked to a cabinet on one side of the room, unlocked a drawer and carefully slid it open. Maria watched him curiously.
He returned to the table with his arms wrapped around a wooden chest, also locked. He placed it down on the table before Maria and handed her the key, it was heavy, made of iron about the length of her index finger. He took a step to the side and remained standing to face her, the other members also stood.
Maria inserted the key and turned it. The lock opened smoothly, she opened the chest. Inside was a purple eye mask, just as elaborate and decorative as those worn around the table.
“Brothers, sisters, welcome... Maria. Our new mistress of Violet.”
Drinks were raised and there was a short round of applause. Maria picked up the mask, it felt so delicate and she could smell something on it... It was floral, perfume perhaps. Something told her she wasn't the first woman to wear this.
She made to raise it to her eyes and felt a hand grip her shoulder. The Host looked down at her.
“Patience, Maria. First, the contract must be fulfilled.” He smiled, Maria felt an uneasy wave of confusion rise within her. The contract had been signed, she was here, with Holly... What did he mean?
Seconds later a large projector screen on the wall above the cabinet flickered into life and Maria jumped to her feet at the image it displayed.
There was Holly, semi conscious, being manhandled onto a bed by the two men who carried her away moments earlier. They were not being at all careful and were grabbing at her breasts and thighs.
“What the fuck is this?” Maria demanded of her Host, her first day style nerves evaporating into nothing at the sight of her possession being interfered with.
“It's what keeps their mouths closed.” The Host replied, all too matter of factly. He waved in the direction of the screen, “These people are not us. They are volunteers. Ordinary, every day people who tell their friends and families that they work in an office.”
Maria's heart leapt into her throat and her insides swam heavily with dread as her eyes darted from the screen, to the masked man and his guests. She clenched and relaxed her hands repeatedly, palms sweating watching Holly being jostled around in that room.
He watched the screen with Maria and the members, “It greatly keeps costs down if we offer them the occasional perk. And it's been a while since such a pretty one was brought to us.”
The Host once more wrapped his arm around her side, “It was also stated very clearly in our terms, Maria.”
Maria knew what he was talking about, she just hadn't expected it to feel quite like this. She would surrender Holly in exchange for membership. It explicitly stated the word surrender and that word had made her skin crawl. But the benefits, at the time, seemed to massively outweigh a bit of momentary discomfort.
The reality was, however, slowly being played out in this room and on that screen. The two men had cut the bindings from Holly's ankles and were tying them back to each side of the headboard, almost folding the young woman in half.
Maria breathed heavily, nostrils flared with her eyes piercing the vision on that screen, she made to turn around and head out to find Holly. The arm around her side held tight.
The Host produced a scroll, unwound it and handed it to Maria. She held it in shaking hands which she fought to steady as she read. There was nothing she wasn't already aware of. With a click of his fingers the lights went out and he held up a small device emitting a deep blue light and used it to illuminate the very bottom of the scroll, just above the line Maria had digitally signed.
To Maria's horror, an entire new paragraph appeared under this light. Her mouth dried and her legs felt weak, her lips trembled as she read.
9. Those bestowed with the title of Master or Mistress shall at least once per term know the agonies of slavery, so that they may understand the true nature of it and find themselves more fully capable of wielding their craft/s more skilfully. That which they would inflict upon others shall be visited upon their person only by those fully endorsed by the Club.
The man watched her reading. He had seen this reaction many times but it never got old. Seeing the sudden realisation on the faces of both men and women that they would be forced to submit to members of this club. Forced to have their greatest weaknesses and fears played out while helpless to stop it... It truly never aged.
“This isn't fair.” Said the utterly shaken voice of Maria. “You, you tricked me. I need to lea-”
“-No, Maria. We have a deal. That's your signature, right there.”
Maria pulled away from his embrace, “I didn't know what I was signing!” She spun to face the screen, there was Holly. Alone. “Let us go right now or we'll-”
“-What, Maria? Call the police?” He and his guests laughed aloud. “Let's not forget, Maria, we know all about you. All about Holly and how the two of you met. We know everything. And now, you have some idea of how poor little Holly felt the first time she woke up in your basement.”
Maria's grip on that scroll tightened by the second, the laughter had been the final straw here. Her nails pierced through it and she tore it in half, throwing it in the Host's face and screamed. She heard chairs scrape across the hard floor as people at the table stood and she ran towards the door. The man watched her, amused, trying to run in those heels. He clapped his hands twice and Maria flinched, grabbing at her thigh. She cried out as she fell to the floor.
Her heart was racing as she fell. She looked to the screen, it had been switched off. In the glow of candlelight she watched the Host and the other members walk towards her. She desperately tried to pull herself along the cold stone floor but soon found herself trapped, her arms finally joined her legs in paralysis. Her entire body was lifeless, it felt so heavy. It terrified her.
She felt the weight creeping into her neck and she whimpered. She saw the shining leather shoes and glittery heels of those she had intended on calling colleagues standing before her.
The Host rolled Maria onto her back and smiled down at her along with the Masters and Mistresses.
“Glad to have you onboard, Maria.”
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