1. The Chain: Link 6


    Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    feel stripping naked in front of two strangers, one of whom had a pixelated head. “Everything’ll be just fine,” the cabbie said in a soothing voice. “I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you. That’s what I’m here for.” So Tess did it, began to undress. “Faster!” Basher said, sounding annoyed when she took her time. The man never took his eyes off her as she removed all her clothes. She found herself wondering what he made of her body, though that never usually bothered her. She was a bit gangly, not very curvaceous at all. Basher gave no sign of what he thought, simply reached behind him and brought forth a steel collar. Tess felt her eyes widen. “What’s that?” “It’s a symbol of your submission,” Basher smirked. “But that’s… that’s…” Tess couldn’t find the word. Basher reached for the piece of paper she’d just signed. “We have a contract, Obedia,” he said, pronouncing the name with a certain relish. “You will do as you’re told.” Tess just stood there, thinking that she should do something, anything. Her immobility made it easy for Basher to get up and lock the steel ring around her neck, before affixing a long chain to it. “Well,” he said, “that makes you as close to property as you’ll ever be. Shall we walk?” Was there any alternative? Tess wondered. “None whatsoever,” the cabbie said. So they walked, Tess wondering how she could possibly have agreed to this; the idea of anybody potentially being considered “property”, a complete anathema to her in her everyday life. Her ...
    nakedness made her feel even more vulnerable as they moved further into the store room, then suddenly out into the shop proper, rounding the counter. There was another shock now. She recognized the shop; she’d been her several times. It was well lit, but the windows that looked out on the pedestrianized street outside were covered with heavy black drapes. There was usually an immaculate window display, but not this evening. A group of shop dummies had been bunched up to one side, all of them bare. In the middle of the space there was a large, cubic display platform, measuring about three feet, where headwear was usually displayed. Now there was something else on top, which Tess soon saw was some kind of seat, but with a large hole in the middle. It reminded her of visits to historical buildings where the primitive toilet facilities had been left on show. She realised it was meant for her, even before Basher said, “Have a seat, Obedia.” What was the alternative? She positioned herself, still feeling embarrassed about being naked in front of these men. In front of her were the heavy black drapes. She looked around, wondering what this was all about, her eyes falling on the mannequins and on something that was overlaid with various fabrics, but looked suspiciously like a mattress. Then she shrieked out loud. Next to her Basher smirked. The platform was obviously hollow, and there was someone inside. Someone who was using the hole in the seat to stick their tongue in between her ...
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