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If you are not into bondage or sexual situations, please don't read this. This is fetish bondage and is fiction. The author would not want anyone to go through this in real life.

Thomas Silk

Copyright 2012 Knotty Silk Scarf Productions

Terri couldn't believe it. She had survived. She was exhausted and sore, but the number of people coming into the bedroom had dwindled over the last hour. Finally, Susanna closed the door for good. She came over and untied the mask covering Terri's face. The scarf over her mouth was soaked with spittle and drool. Susanna surprised Terri by untying the scarf gag. When she pulled it away, Terri was unable to spit out the stuffing.

"Terri, you have done quite well. I am going to untie you and take that gag out of your mouth. If you cry out, I will hurt you. If you fight me, I will hurt you. Do you understand?" Susanna asked. Terri indicated 'yes.' Susanna pulled the soaked stuffing out of her mouth. It took a almost a minute for Terri to say anything.

"Why?" Terri asked in a weak voice as Susanna untied her from the post.

"Because we can and because you are a beautiful woman," Susanna laughed.

"Will you kill me?" Terri managed to get out as she slumped to the floor.

"Heavens no, my dear. You are much too valuable. You have been pre-sold to a gentlemen in the Middle East. Tonight was your test and you passed with flying colors. You will be servicing both high ranking men and women after you are delivered," Susanna told her with pride.

"I'm going to be a prostitute?" Terri sobbed.

"No, because you won't be paid for your work. You will be well-fed, have nice clothes and many women to bond with," Susanna tried to paint a bright picture of the future.

"But I won't be free. I won't be able to go anywhere," Terri continued to sob.

"Freedom is relative. And you will travel, perhaps frequently. Of course, your travel attire will probably include bindings and gags, unless you become one of the trusted ones," Susanna explained.

And after I get too old?" Terri wouldn't let the subject drop.

"Hopefully, by then you will positioned yourself high enough in the harem, for lack of a better word, to avoid some of the nasty ends that could await you," Susanna said with a smile as she bound Terri's wrists behind her back with one of the scarves, "There are a couple more tasks that you have before I can put you to sleep"

Susanna lifted her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and the panties under them.

"Oh please no!" Terri pleaded, but she knew that she would have service this woman.

Five minutes later, Rita entered the bedroom and watched as Susanna was enjoying the talent of Terri between her legs.

"Ahhh! Oohhh! I'm afraid you will have to take sloppy seconds from Terri. How did everything go?...Ahhh..." Susanna had a difficult time concentrating as Terri tried her best to make her climax.

"Seconds is fine...I need to unwind. The three orphanage girls are tightly wrapped up and put to sleep. The girl Mary caught me putting Jasmine to sleep. She didn't scream or run, but tried to bargain with me not to chloroform her. I felt bad, but I still put her to sleep. I only need to get that Maria girl and then we are done for the night. How is this one?" Rita asked. But Susanna couldn't answer because Terri's licking had finally done its job and Susanna was hanging on to the bedpost as her body shook.

Maria struggled in the chair. The cloak room had been quiet for quite a bit of time. She had to admit that she was securely bound and the gag in her mouth, while simple in concept, was extremely effective. She tried to keep the handkerchief wad completely in her mouth, rather than try to push it past the silk band, to prevent the scarf over her mouth from becoming uncomfortably soaked. The handkerchief had turned into a compact ball of soaked cloth which she could move around her mouth some. The scarf, however, was unmoving. It was made of rough silk so that it would cling to a girl's clothes or her hair; it wouldn't just slid around like smoother scarves. Some women liked these scarves, even though they were considered a lower quality, for that reason. Tied tightly, like this scarf was over the lower portion of her face, the rough silk felt like hundreds of little needles on her skin. They weren't painful, but they were distinctly uncomfortable. Someone had to come into the cloak room soon.

Terri was working her magic again on Rita and the woman was enjoying every second of Terri's expert attention to detail. For Terri, who had been with women before, this was less of a violation that having to service those other people tied to a bedpost.

"Ohhhh YESSSS!" Rita repressed an actual scream when Terri completed her mission and Rita felt the orgasm sweep over her. Terri pulled away from hot crotch with her face covered it Susanna's and now Rita's womanhood. That should have bought her some good will with these women. Terri was proud of her ability to make another woman climax. She felt Susanna come behind her.

"Good job, Terri! You're the best!" Susanna told the bound woman. Terri opened her mouth to reply and Susanna stuffed a handkerchief part way into her mouth. Terri bit down hard to prevent the gag from going all the way in. How dare they just gag her again after what she just did for them! She wasn't going to let them do this...the bitches!

Just then Susann stopped trying to stuff Terri's mouth. Her hand was removed and Terri prepared to spit out the offending gag. Before she could, a folded cloth was clamped over her mouth and nose. She tried to scream in protest, but the mouth stuffing, even partially in her mouth, significantly reduced the noise she made. No one outside the room would hear her and even if they did, they wouldn't care. Terri's mind tried to figure out why the cloth was clamped over her face. It was damp in the middle and dry on the edges. She inhaled and sweet fumes filled her nose. Shit, she was being chloroformed or something. She wasn't going to let this happen.

Terri, who was still on her knees with only her hands bound behind her back, caught Susanna off-guard and lunged away from her. Susanna lost her grip of the sleep inducing handkerchief and it went flying. Terri was now on the floor between Rita and Susanna, both of whom seemed to tower over her. She spit out the offending gag and tried to slither away on the floor from her captors. Rita moved to pounce on her, but got a foot in her stomach for her trouble. Rita doubled up. Susanna avoided Terri's other raised foot and pounced on her. Rita quickly recovered, avoided Terri's foot this time and picked up the gag.

"You bitches," was the last thing Terri hissed. Rita slapped her across her face hard. Grabbed her chin and force fed the handkerchief into Terri's mouth. Terri retched and fought to no avail. Finally, only a small corner of the handkerchief protruded from Terri's mouth. Rita retrieved the chloroform soaked handkerchief as Susanna pinned the hapless girl on the floor. She got the bottle of chloroform, undid the top of the bottle so Terri could see, soaked the handkerchief once again, and closed the bottle. She slowly moved towards the pinned woman, handed the wet handkerchief to Susanna, and got down to secure Terri's body. Terri could only shake her head 'no' as Susanna took great pleasure forcing the cloth over Terri's mouth and nose. Terri bucked and struggled under the weight of the two women. The chloroform took effect quickly because Terri wasn't trying to hold her breath. The young woman was so angry that she inhaled deeply. Her struggles became less violent. She stared at Rita and Susanna. Both women were breathing heavily Terri saw. She smiled and then her eyes closed and her body went slack.

"Wow...didn't expect that!" Susanna said to Rita.

"She was a regular wildcat," Rita replied, "Let's drag her to the closet"

Finally, Maria heard a couple walk into the cloak room. She tried to say something through her gagged mouth, but failed. At last, she would be free and could tell everyone that the Princess had been kidnapped.

"Look honey, Mrs. Wilcott has provided us another plaything. And this time we get to unwrap her," the woman in her mid-40's said from behind her mask. Both the woman and man, who was in full costume, were very drunk. Once again, Maria tried to say something through her gagged mouth and they ignored her.

The woman stood next to her and forced her hand down the top of Maria's blouse and under her bra. Her hand massaged Maria's breast and Maria could feel her nipple's getting hard again. The man slid his hand under Maria's skirt and forced it between her legs, despite the tight ropes binding her knees. He found her clit and even though it was protected by pantyhose and panties under the pantyhose, his finger began to rub and Maria felt the stimulation. She cried out, but neither paid any attention. Another couple came in to get their wraps. They watch for a while, laughed and left. More people followed. Meanwhile, Maria was close to a climax. Her eyes were tightly shut.

"I want to see her cum," a woman exclaimed as she went and removed the mask over Maria's face, "She is a pretty one, but someone didn't want her to cause a commotion. Look at how well they gagged her. She even has something stuffed in her mouth"

"I need to try that on you at home, dear," a man's voice interjected.
"Try it and you will be talking with a very high voice," the woman retorted, "Come on hon...you can do it. Let's see you cum"

Maria tried to resist, but that made the climax that much more intense. She screamed and pulled hard at the ropes that bound her. The woman, who had been cheering her on, clapped.

"Good job, Hon. She'll remember that one for quite a while!" the woman fondling Maria's breasts exclaimed as she withdrew her hands. The man also withdrew and licked the finger that had worked the magic on Maria.

"That girl nearly broke my hand when she came...I should get paid for that service!' the man said as he walked away.

"My turn!" a younger woman said as her hand went under Maria's skirt.

"I'll help! "yet another masked woman began to fondle Maria's breasts. There was a crowd of people around the helpless woman, but none offered to help her.

Rita and Susanna surveyed their handiwork. The 'closet' was actually a secret room at the back of Mrs. Wilcott's closet. It was where they kept all of the young women until they were transported. It was 10'x10' with padding on the walls, floor and ceiling. Although it was padded, it wasn't totally soundproof. It was designed to house up to 10 women. There were 10 locations in the room where the women were individually held. One could immediately see each individual location. They were not only obvious because of the straps located on the wall and floor, but because of the stained padding on the floor. No, they weren't blood stains, but from another bodily fluid that was often left there by scared women. The room was installed nearly 10 years earlier after a captive almost escaped.

Terri had been stripped nude, as were all young women that stayed in the room. The woman could be strapped standing, sitting or lying down for sleep. There were straps for the body, neck, each arm and each leg. The legs could be strapped together or apart depending on what needed to be done to the young woman. Terri was sitting against the wall. Terri's arms were strapped above her head. There was a silk scarf still binding her wrists together. This was more ceremonial at this point than functional, but Mrs. Wilcott liked the wrists bound anyway. There was a loose strap at her neck keeping her body from falling forward. Anther strap under her breasts secured her body to the wall. Finally, there was a strap for each leg. The final buyer for Terri had requested that she be shaved so her legs were strapped apart. Terri was gagged with a scarf bound over her mouth and blindfolded with another scarf. Each of her ears was covered with a soundproof headset. The only sounds Terri would hear would be whatever came through the headset.

The room was escape proof. The straps could not be cut and required a special tool to unlock or adjust. The gag was necessary because once a screaming captive had attracted the attention of one of the maids working for Mrs. Wilcott. The cries could barely be heard. The maid thought it was a ghost haunting the mansion. She alerted Susanna to the very faint cries behind the closet wall and Susanna immediately chloroformed the surprised maid. The poor girl ended up as a free addition to the next shipment. Now each girl remains tightly gagged with a scarf, although mouth stuffing is not used. The blindfold, with all the other precautions, means a captive doesn't know if they are alone or in a group of other women.

Rita and Susanna felt sorry for these women. The set-up was designed to permit absolute control. By the time they were transported, only a few days, most of the women would be docile. With the exception of the virgins, Rita, Susanna and Mrs. Wilcott would use the women for their own pleasure and training during their stay at the mansion. The virgins could be fondled, but nothing more. The women were fed and watered by hand, often a messy process. Some refused to eat and had to be force fed. They would also be bathed by hand, a process that often turned sexual. And bedpans were used for toilet purposes. Rita and Susanna hated that task.

With Terri secured, Susanna went to the wall of the room and turned on the air system in the room. It circulated the air with a small dose of a sedative added to keep the captives drowsy. Rita turn out the lights and locked the door behind them.

"The orphanage girls are quietly subdued. We can bring them up after we deal with the last girl, Maria," Rita told Susanna. Susanna didn't need to be told. She knew the routine.

A woman had taken pity on Maria finally. After three forced orgasms, Maria was irate over her treatment and worried about the Princess. High society or not, these people had no right to violate her like they did. The woman untied the wet scarf over her mouth and pulled the soaked handkerchief out of her mouth and tossed them aside.

"Thank you. Wait until I report those people...I'll mmph!" Maria's rant was cut short when the masked woman, who appeared to be in her 50's, pulled her own designer floral scarf from her shoulders and tied the thick silk over Maria's mouth. Maria looked at her with surprised eyes.

"I won't untie you unless you get control of your anger. You shouldn't have been treated like that, but it was only in fun. This happens all the time at this party. You won't report anyone and if you do no one will listen or believe you. We are all high society, dear. General laws don't apply to us. Now if you promise to be good, I'll take the scarf off of you mouth and will untie you. If not, you can squirm all night in that chair while others play with you. The choice is yours. If I were you, I would take the first option," the woman sternly explained. Maria nodded her agreement. Instead of taking the scarf off of Maria's mouth, the woman started untying her bound hands. When Maria's hands, which were numb, came free, the woman then untied her scarf and pulled it from Maria's mouth.

"You can get free from here," the woman turned to leave.

"Two people kidnapped the Princess," Maria exclaimed. The woman turned back to Maria, clamped her scarf over Maria's mouth and nose causing Maria to inhale the strong perfume on the scarf. It was a scent she liked, but not in such a heavy dose.

"Listen and listen well, you ingrate. No one was kidnapped. Not at this party. It was a practical joke. Probably Princess' way of getting away from a party she is forced to attend. She has security to protect her. After you get yourself untied, just go home and forget the party. Okay!" the woman hissed and left. Maria stared at her and began to untie herself as quickly as she could. She decided to take the woman's advice and to get out of this place as quickly as possible.

Carie Miller woke up slowly. Her head hurt. Shit! She was tied up. Memories came flooding back. She was standing by her limo and then suddenly she was on the floor of the limo. There was a woman and a man. Then she was out again. Chloroformed? She tried to move and the rope rubbed her privates causing her to groan. She had to get the blanket off of her as she was very warm and not in a good way, but she could hardly move tied up as she was. She shook her head and tried to scream. What little noise she could make was muffled by the blanket and by the limo. Even if a passerby heard her, most were too drunk to react.

Helen heard the door to apartment open. A shiver went down her spine. Were those awful people back to play with her some more or worse? Her twat tingled with excitement at the prospect even though her mind was terrified. It was a man she could tell by the footsteps.

"Helen?" the man's voice yelled. It was Roger, her significant other. Where the hell had he been. It didn't matter. He was here now. Helen screamed into her gag. She heard running through the apartment.

"Oh shit! What happened to you? Actually I know..." Roger said as he saw her. He quickly untied the scarf blindfolding her. Helen blinked a couple of times and he could see that she was happy to see him. The gag was tied extremely tight over her mouth. There was a large wet spot where Helen's mouth was. He tied to peel it off of her face without success. He went behind her head and untied the bow made by the ends of the scarf. But then there was a knot. That was much more difficult. He tried to be careful because Roger knew how much Helen valued her expensive scarves. Finally, the knot came loose only to show another knot. Finally, Roger got the final knot undone and he slowly pulled the scarf off of Helen's mouth. The scarf was probably ruined, he thought. It was stretched out of shape and there was a distinct lipstick smear on it. Helen grunted and Roger realized that there was something in her mouth. Helen opened her mouth as wide as she could, but was unable at this point to dislodge the wad of stuffing. Roger pulled it out, looked at it...it was a pair of panties. He tossed them aside.

"What time is it?" Helen asked.

"2:30 in the morning, why?", Roger replied.

"Whatever those two were going to do at the Ball has already happened. Untie me so I can go pee and freshen-up. Then I will be ready to be accosted by the burglar coming back to use me," Helen said, "Understand?"

"Aren't you going to call the police?" Roger said puzzled.

"No, they stole my mask, gown and half a dozen Hermes scarves. The $5,000 loss isn't worth all the questions and publicity. I am unharmed, a little sore perhaps and very turned on. So when my burglar ties me up again on my bed and uses me, I suggest that he use my common scarves. He had better tie a scarf in my mouth too because I intend to scream," Helen instructed. Roger untied her and she went to the bathroom. She stood up and her hand caressed his face that had nearly a day's growth of beard on it. He picked up the scarf that had been tied between her legs. It was wet and had a heavy sent of Helen's womanhood on it. What did those people do to Helen, Roger wondered.
Whatever they did to her, he had never seen Helen this turned-on. Then he realized that he was very turned on despite his own rough day, which had included his own run in with the couple. He found one of Helen's scarves and tied it over his face. This was going to be fun.

Description
If you are not into bondage or sexual situations, please don't read this. This is fetish bondage and is fiction. The author would not want anyone to go through this in real life.

Thomas Silk

Copyright 2012 Knotty Silk Scarf Productions

Terri couldn't believe it. She had survived. She was exhausted and sore, but the number of people coming into the bedroom had dwindled over the last hour. Finally, Susanna closed the door for good. She came over and untied the mask covering Terri's face. The scarf over her mouth was soaked with spittle and drool. Susanna surprised Terri by untying the scarf gag. When she pulled it away, Terri was unable to spit out the stuffing.

"Terri, you have done quite well. I am going to untie you and take that gag out of your mouth. If you cry out, I will hurt you. If you fight me, I will hurt you. Do you understand?" Susanna asked. Terri indicated 'yes.' Susanna pulled the soaked stuffing out of her mouth. It took a almost a minute for Terri to say anything.

"Why?" Terri asked in a weak voice as Susanna untied her from the post.

"Because we can and because you are a beautiful woman," Susanna laughed.

"Will you kill me?" Terri managed to get out as she slumped to the floor.

"Heavens no, my dear. You are much too valuable. You have been pre-sold to a gentlemen in the Middle East. Tonight was your test and you passed with flying colors. You will be servicing both high ranking men and women after you are delivered," Susanna told her with pride.

"I'm going to be a prostitute?" Terri sobbed.

"No, because you won't be paid for your work. You will be well-fed, have nice clothes and many women to bond with," Susanna tried to paint a bright picture of the future.

"But I won't be free. I won't be able to go anywhere," Terri continued to sob.

"Freedom is relative. And you will travel, perhaps frequently. Of course, your travel attire will probably include bindings and gags, unless you become one of the trusted ones," Susanna explained.

And after I get too old?" Terri wouldn't let the subject drop.

"Hopefully, by then you will positioned yourself high enough in the harem, for lack of a better word, to avoid some of the nasty ends that could await you," Susanna said with a smile as she bound Terri's wrists behind her back with one of the scarves, "There are a couple more tasks that you have before I can put you to sleep"

Susanna lifted her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and the panties under them.

"Oh please no!" Terri pleaded, but she knew that she would have service this woman.

Five minutes later, Rita entered the bedroom and watched as Susanna was enjoying the talent of Terri between her legs.

"Ahhh! Oohhh! I'm afraid you will have to take sloppy seconds from Terri. How did everything go?...Ahhh..." Susanna had a difficult time concentrating as Terri tried her best to make her climax.

"Seconds is fine...I need to unwind. The three orphanage girls are tightly wrapped up and put to sleep. The girl Mary caught me putting Jasmine to sleep. She didn't scream or run, but tried to bargain with me not to chloroform her. I felt bad, but I still put her to sleep. I only need to get that Maria girl and then we are done for the night. How is this one?" Rita asked. But Susanna couldn't answer because Terri's licking had finally done its job and Susanna was hanging on to the bedpost as her body shook.

Maria struggled in the chair. The cloak room had been quiet for quite a bit of time. She had to admit that she was securely bound and the gag in her mouth, while simple in concept, was extremely effective. She tried to keep the handkerchief wad completely in her mouth, rather than try to push it past the silk band, to prevent the scarf over her mouth from becoming uncomfortably soaked. The handkerchief had turned into a compact ball of soaked cloth which she could move around her mouth some. The scarf, however, was unmoving. It was made of rough silk so that it would cling to a girl's clothes or her hair; it wouldn't just slid around like smoother scarves. Some women liked these scarves, even though they were considered a lower quality, for that reason. Tied tightly, like this scarf was over the lower portion of her face, the rough silk felt like hundreds of little needles on her skin. They weren't painful, but they were distinctly uncomfortable. Someone had to come into the cloak room soon.

Terri was working her magic again on Rita and the woman was enjoying every second of Terri's expert attention to detail. For Terri, who had been with women before, this was less of a violation that having to service those other people tied to a bedpost.

"Ohhhh YESSSS!" Rita repressed an actual scream when Terri completed her mission and Rita felt the orgasm sweep over her. Terri pulled away from hot crotch with her face covered it Susanna's and now Rita's womanhood. That should have bought her some good will with these women. Terri was proud of her ability to make another woman climax. She felt Susanna come behind her.

"Good job, Terri! You're the best!" Susanna told the bound woman. Terri opened her mouth to reply and Susanna stuffed a handkerchief part way into her mouth. Terri bit down hard to prevent the gag from going all the way in. How dare they just gag her again after what she just did for them! She wasn't going to let them do this...the bitches!

Just then Susann stopped trying to stuff Terri's mouth. Her hand was removed and Terri prepared to spit out the offending gag. Before she could, a folded cloth was clamped over her mouth and nose. She tried to scream in protest, but the mouth stuffing, even partially in her mouth, significantly reduced the noise she made. No one outside the room would hear her and even if they did, they wouldn't care. Terri's mind tried to figure out why the cloth was clamped over her face. It was damp in the middle and dry on the edges. She inhaled and sweet fumes filled her nose. Shit, she was being chloroformed or something. She wasn't going to let this happen.

Terri, who was still on her knees with only her hands bound behind her back, caught Susanna off-guard and lunged away from her. Susanna lost her grip of the sleep inducing handkerchief and it went flying. Terri was now on the floor between Rita and Susanna, both of whom seemed to tower over her. She spit out the offending gag and tried to slither away on the floor from her captors. Rita moved to pounce on her, but got a foot in her stomach for her trouble. Rita doubled up. Susanna avoided Terri's other raised foot and pounced on her. Rita quickly recovered, avoided Terri's foot this time and picked up the gag.

"You bitches," was the last thing Terri hissed. Rita slapped her across her face hard. Grabbed her chin and force fed the handkerchief into Terri's mouth. Terri retched and fought to no avail. Finally, only a small corner of the handkerchief protruded from Terri's mouth. Rita retrieved the chloroform soaked handkerchief as Susanna pinned the hapless girl on the floor. She got the bottle of chloroform, undid the top of the bottle so Terri could see, soaked the handkerchief once again, and closed the bottle. She slowly moved towards the pinned woman, handed the wet handkerchief to Susanna, and got down to secure Terri's body. Terri could only shake her head 'no' as Susanna took great pleasure forcing the cloth over Terri's mouth and nose. Terri bucked and struggled under the weight of the two women. The chloroform took effect quickly because Terri wasn't trying to hold her breath. The young woman was so angry that she inhaled deeply. Her struggles became less violent. She stared at Rita and Susanna. Both women were breathing heavily Terri saw. She smiled and then her eyes closed and her body went slack.

"Wow...didn't expect that!" Susanna said to Rita.

"She was a regular wildcat," Rita replied, "Let's drag her to the closet"

Finally, Maria heard a couple walk into the cloak room. She tried to say something through her gagged mouth, but failed. At last, she would be free and could tell everyone that the Princess had been kidnapped.

"Look honey, Mrs. Wilcott has provided us another plaything. And this time we get to unwrap her," the woman in her mid-40's said from behind her mask. Both the woman and man, who was in full costume, were very drunk. Once again, Maria tried to say something through her gagged mouth and they ignored her.

The woman stood next to her and forced her hand down the top of Maria's blouse and under her bra. Her hand massaged Maria's breast and Maria could feel her nipple's getting hard again. The man slid his hand under Maria's skirt and forced it between her legs, despite the tight ropes binding her knees. He found her clit and even though it was protected by pantyhose and panties under the pantyhose, his finger began to rub and Maria felt the stimulation. She cried out, but neither paid any attention. Another couple came in to get their wraps. They watch for a while, laughed and left. More people followed. Meanwhile, Maria was close to a climax. Her eyes were tightly shut.

"I want to see her cum," a woman exclaimed as she went and removed the mask over Maria's face, "She is a pretty one, but someone didn't want her to cause a commotion. Look at how well they gagged her. She even has something stuffed in her mouth"

"I need to try that on you at home, dear," a man's voice interjected.
"Try it and you will be talking with a very high voice," the woman retorted, "Come on hon...you can do it. Let's see you cum"

Maria tried to resist, but that made the climax that much more intense. She screamed and pulled hard at the ropes that bound her. The woman, who had been cheering her on, clapped.

"Good job, Hon. She'll remember that one for quite a while!" the woman fondling Maria's breasts exclaimed as she withdrew her hands. The man also withdrew and licked the finger that had worked the magic on Maria.

"That girl nearly broke my hand when she came...I should get paid for that service!' the man said as he walked away.

"My turn!" a younger woman said as her hand went under Maria's skirt.

"I'll help! "yet another masked woman began to fondle Maria's breasts. There was a crowd of people around the helpless woman, but none offered to help her.

Rita and Susanna surveyed their handiwork. The 'closet' was actually a secret room at the back of Mrs. Wilcott's closet. It was where they kept all of the young women until they were transported. It was 10'x10' with padding on the walls, floor and ceiling. Although it was padded, it wasn't totally soundproof. It was designed to house up to 10 women. There were 10 locations in the room where the women were individually held. One could immediately see each individual location. They were not only obvious because of the straps located on the wall and floor, but because of the stained padding on the floor. No, they weren't blood stains, but from another bodily fluid that was often left there by scared women. The room was installed nearly 10 years earlier after a captive almost escaped.

Terri had been stripped nude, as were all young women that stayed in the room. The woman could be strapped standing, sitting or lying down for sleep. There were straps for the body, neck, each arm and each leg. The legs could be strapped together or apart depending on what needed to be done to the young woman. Terri was sitting against the wall. Terri's arms were strapped above her head. There was a silk scarf still binding her wrists together. This was more ceremonial at this point than functional, but Mrs. Wilcott liked the wrists bound anyway. There was a loose strap at her neck keeping her body from falling forward. Anther strap under her breasts secured her body to the wall. Finally, there was a strap for each leg. The final buyer for Terri had requested that she be shaved so her legs were strapped apart. Terri was gagged with a scarf bound over her mouth and blindfolded with another scarf. Each of her ears was covered with a soundproof headset. The only sounds Terri would hear would be whatever came through the headset.

The room was escape proof. The straps could not be cut and required a special tool to unlock or adjust. The gag was necessary because once a screaming captive had attracted the attention of one of the maids working for Mrs. Wilcott. The cries could barely be heard. The maid thought it was a ghost haunting the mansion. She alerted Susanna to the very faint cries behind the closet wall and Susanna immediately chloroformed the surprised maid. The poor girl ended up as a free addition to the next shipment. Now each girl remains tightly gagged with a scarf, although mouth stuffing is not used. The blindfold, with all the other precautions, means a captive doesn't know if they are alone or in a group of other women.

Rita and Susanna felt sorry for these women. The set-up was designed to permit absolute control. By the time they were transported, only a few days, most of the women would be docile. With the exception of the virgins, Rita, Susanna and Mrs. Wilcott would use the women for their own pleasure and training during their stay at the mansion. The virgins could be fondled, but nothing more. The women were fed and watered by hand, often a messy process. Some refused to eat and had to be force fed. They would also be bathed by hand, a process that often turned sexual. And bedpans were used for toilet purposes. Rita and Susanna hated that task.

With Terri secured, Susanna went to the wall of the room and turned on the air system in the room. It circulated the air with a small dose of a sedative added to keep the captives drowsy. Rita turn out the lights and locked the door behind them.

"The orphanage girls are quietly subdued. We can bring them up after we deal with the last girl, Maria," Rita told Susanna. Susanna didn't need to be told. She knew the routine.

A woman had taken pity on Maria finally. After three forced orgasms, Maria was irate over her treatment and worried about the Princess. High society or not, these people had no right to violate her like they did. The woman untied the wet scarf over her mouth and pulled the soaked handkerchief out of her mouth and tossed them aside.

"Thank you. Wait until I report those people...I'll mmph!" Maria's rant was cut short when the masked woman, who appeared to be in her 50's, pulled her own designer floral scarf from her shoulders and tied the thick silk over Maria's mouth. Maria looked at her with surprised eyes.

"I won't untie you unless you get control of your anger. You shouldn't have been treated like that, but it was only in fun. This happens all the time at this party. You won't report anyone and if you do no one will listen or believe you. We are all high society, dear. General laws don't apply to us. Now if you promise to be good, I'll take the scarf off of you mouth and will untie you. If not, you can squirm all night in that chair while others play with you. The choice is yours. If I were you, I would take the first option," the woman sternly explained. Maria nodded her agreement. Instead of taking the scarf off of Maria's mouth, the woman started untying her bound hands. When Maria's hands, which were numb, came free, the woman then untied her scarf and pulled it from Maria's mouth.

"You can get free from here," the woman turned to leave.

"Two people kidnapped the Princess," Maria exclaimed. The woman turned back to Maria, clamped her scarf over Maria's mouth and nose causing Maria to inhale the strong perfume on the scarf. It was a scent she liked, but not in such a heavy dose.

"Listen and listen well, you ingrate. No one was kidnapped. Not at this party. It was a practical joke. Probably Princess' way of getting away from a party she is forced to attend. She has security to protect her. After you get yourself untied, just go home and forget the party. Okay!" the woman hissed and left. Maria stared at her and began to untie herself as quickly as she could. She decided to take the woman's advice and to get out of this place as quickly as possible.

Carie Miller woke up slowly. Her head hurt. Shit! She was tied up. Memories came flooding back. She was standing by her limo and then suddenly she was on the floor of the limo. There was a woman and a man. Then she was out again. Chloroformed? She tried to move and the rope rubbed her privates causing her to groan. She had to get the blanket off of her as she was very warm and not in a good way, but she could hardly move tied up as she was. She shook her head and tried to scream. What little noise she could make was muffled by the blanket and by the limo. Even if a passerby heard her, most were too drunk to react.

Helen heard the door to apartment open. A shiver went down her spine. Were those awful people back to play with her some more or worse? Her twat tingled with excitement at the prospect even though her mind was terrified. It was a man she could tell by the footsteps.

"Helen?" the man's voice yelled. It was Roger, her significant other. Where the hell had he been. It didn't matter. He was here now. Helen screamed into her gag. She heard running through the apartment.

"Oh shit! What happened to you? Actually I know..." Roger said as he saw her. He quickly untied the scarf blindfolding her. Helen blinked a couple of times and he could see that she was happy to see him. The gag was tied extremely tight over her mouth. There was a large wet spot where Helen's mouth was. He tied to peel it off of her face without success. He went behind her head and untied the bow made by the ends of the scarf. But then there was a knot. That was much more difficult. He tried to be careful because Roger knew how much Helen valued her expensive scarves. Finally, the knot came loose only to show another knot. Finally, Roger got the final knot undone and he slowly pulled the scarf off of Helen's mouth. The scarf was probably ruined, he thought. It was stretched out of shape and there was a distinct lipstick smear on it. Helen grunted and Roger realized that there was something in her mouth. Helen opened her mouth as wide as she could, but was unable at this point to dislodge the wad of stuffing. Roger pulled it out, looked at it...it was a pair of panties. He tossed them aside.

"What time is it?" Helen asked.

"2:30 in the morning, why?", Roger replied.

"Whatever those two were going to do at the Ball has already happened. Untie me so I can go pee and freshen-up. Then I will be ready to be accosted by the burglar coming back to use me," Helen said, "Understand?"

"Aren't you going to call the police?" Roger said puzzled.

"No, they stole my mask, gown and half a dozen Hermes scarves. The $5,000 loss isn't worth all the questions and publicity. I am unharmed, a little sore perhaps and very turned on. So when my burglar ties me up again on my bed and uses me, I suggest that he use my common scarves. He had better tie a scarf in my mouth too because I intend to scream," Helen instructed. Roger untied her and she went to the bathroom. She stood up and her hand caressed his face that had nearly a day's growth of beard on it. He picked up the scarf that had been tied between her legs. It was wet and had a heavy sent of Helen's womanhood on it. What did those people do to Helen, Roger wondered.
Whatever they did to her, he had never seen Helen this turned-on. Then he realized that he was very turned on despite his own rough day, which had included his own run in with the couple. He found one of Helen's scarves and tied it over his face. This was going to be fun.