Erotica Trapped and Streamed

[Soumyaria]

She fought it again, trying to drown out the devious part of her that wanted to see what the viewers would think when they saw her cum. No, she couldn't let herself give in again. There must be a way out of this nightmare. Looking back to the timeline graphic, the first circle was now shaded showing the live stream had started when she'd had her first orgasm, the next milestone was at two orgasms and was labelled 'spanking'. Her eyes widened with shock, looking at the stream video and spotting something black hanging either side of her body that might be designed to strike her. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head and trying to remain calm. She returned to the timeline diagram and kept reading. The third orgasm milestone was labelled 'rotate', which she presumed would mean she would be turned back to face the camera.

"Oh god," she muttered to herself, trying to avoid letting her voice be heard on the stream as it might identify her further. She knew the viewers were getting audio, as many were commenting on her soft whines and 'cute little moans'. The vibrations increased and her arousal spiked, she was suddenly feeling herself getting extremely close to another orgasm. The knowledge that people were watching her excited her more than she dared to admit, but the concept that she would be spanked for an audience frightened her.

She had never had anyone abuse her body that way. She was the girl people likened to a princess, only half in jest. She had always been the good girl, dating nice well-meaning boys that daddy approved of. Boys from respectable families, and even now in her twenties she had always been sensible. How could she be strapped to this monstrosity, forced to cum over and over for the entertainment of others. Her cheeks burned red with shame, but her arousal continued to soar until she neared yet another climax. All concept of trying to remain quiet and anonymous had gone out the window as she found herself moaning uncontrollably, her body undulating as it neared ecstasy.

She was so so close, but she was fighting it, tensing her leg muscles and digging her long nails into the leather of the saddle. She wanted to scream something, but didn't know whether she would cry 'yes' or 'no' as the pleasure took her. It was no use fighting, and she managed to hold it for only a few moments before it overtook her. Again she thrashed and squealed as she was wracked with mind-bending pleasure, she felt herself squirting hot wet juices over the machine and felt disgusted and aroused by herself as it dripped down her legs. She gasped for air and moaned as she came down from the peak, her body slumping to one side. This was unlike any pleasure she felt before, the machine was prying out some impossible pleasure held deep down within. The way the ecstasy ripped through her body scared her.

The screen chirped to register her second orgasm, she looked over at the screen to see the audience going wild with admiration for her sexy display. They were begging to see her from the front, some specifically wanting to see her tits, her face or her quivering pussy. She wasn't sure which frightened her more. She caught herself drooling as a warm drop of saliva fell on her leg and she couldn't clean it off. She tautened the chains trying to bring her hands to her mouth to wipe it away but couldn't reach. She groaned, using her shoulder to rub it off.

With the vibrations back to their lower setting she tried to gather her thoughts. She returned to the timeline chart, seeing the second milestone circle was now shaded, but still screamed out with surprise as the black leather paddle swung down and smacked her right ass cheek with a loud crack. She shrieked at the piercing pain, turning her head awkwardly to try and see the source, then remembering not to let the camera see her face. Instead her eyes darted to the screen to watch the live video feed as another paddle to her left struck the other cheek, retracting back automatically on a hinge. It hurt a lot more than she had expected, though only for a few seconds before it became a more manageable throbbing sensation. How could anyone find being hurt like this erotic?!

A while later it struck her again, then again. She was spanked about every ten seconds, though the timings seemed to change slightly so she couldn't anticipate it. The comments went crazy as she was spanked over and over, pulling at her restraints to try and get away but completely unable to move. The audience loved it, people always complimented her gravelly squeaky little voice. So girlish and raspy, the way others might sound when they lose their voice. That was how she sounded permanently. The viewers seemed to enjoy her husky cries with each strike, she couldn't stop herself despite being struck over and over. She was ashamed of how wet it was making her, and it infuriated her that the sybian was again bringing her towards more unwanted pleasure. This one would be most tortuous of all, being forced to cum whilst her ass was hit, then turned to face the viewers and lose any shred of anonymity she had. She'd forever be some internet slut. She'd be forced to sit there as they watched her orgasm for their pleasure.

 

[Soumyaria]

Degraded and defeated, she found herself sobbing, tears dripping down her face and toppling onto the hot skin of her chest. Her whole body glistened with a thin layer of sweat from the constant assault, so the tears mixed in and disappeared. She almost couldn't bring herself to look at the last two milestones of the timeline, but she had to know what was coming. After the third orgasm milestone to turn her around, the fourth was labelled 'viewer vote' for when she hit five orgasms. She couldn't even begin to comprehend the gravity of what that might mean for her, so quickly moved on to read the last milestone. Surprisingly it didn't mention a count of orgasms, it just said 'Twenty-five minutes' and the label read 'End'.

Suddenly she understood, among the various measures on screen was a timer that read '8:51' and was ticking up. All of this would stop if she could just hold on another sixteen minutes without cumming. She would never be turned to the camera, or subject to whatever the viewers vote might be. Surely she could do it? How long did it normally take her to reach orgasm with her partners? Some sessions had lasted nearly half an hour before without her reaching climax. Certainly she could hold it that long? Sixteen minutes seemed like nothing... Yet, she knew this machine was nothing like her previous partners. It knew her intimately, it was tracking her every physiological detail. It was meticulously coaxing her towards orgasm after orgasm, and she had already climaxed twice in eight minutes. Now the vibrations rose again, and her resolve faltered. The relentless spanking had left red marks on her ass that burned as the attack continued. Her eyes were trained on the timer.

"Only fifteen more minutes," she told herself, as the timer hit the round number. She kept telling herself she could do it. She knew she could. As if hearing her internal rebellion, the machine began to tick up in speed slowly. It buzzed furiously at her hot swollen little clit, tearing down her misplaced hope of being able to hold out. Her hips began to buck instinctively, her chest rising and falling more and more quickly as the pleasure invaded her body yet again. A smack on her left ass cheek, swiftly followed by another on her right made her cry out in pain, the spanking had stopped for a while to catch her off-guard, but now resumed it's relentless smacking of her bum. It throbbed with a hot sting, weakening the fight in her. The pain and pleasure were twisting together in a storm that crowded her senses, confusing her mind. The lightning pain seared her skin as the warm glow of pleasure promised release from the torment. She wriggled trying to get through the pain, as if desperate to reach the blissful oasis of climax, almost forgetting that the orgasm was as much her enemy as the striking of her ass.

"Pl-pease, please!" she screeched, so loud she surprised herself, and not knowing what she was begging for. A huge blistering orgasm rained down on her, leaving her gasping and shaking as she weathered the intense pleasure.

The machine chirped to log her orgasm, and she was swung around as the circular panel rotated her slower than before, revealing her full naked form for the audience. The chat box was obliterated with message after message citing her beauty, from her ravishing figure, her perky tits and her gorgeous face. She saw none of it though, her brain still fogged with incomprehensible pleasure. The vibration had continued unlike before, thrusting her headfirst up and up into the sky towards untold heights of ecstasy.

 

[Soumyaria]

She screamed louder and louder as another mind-blowing orgasm blinded her, the non-stop spanking only adding to her blissful release. Every muscle in her body tautened as she squirted all over the saddle, twitching with the aftershocks as the vibration finally subsided. The computer chirped again as her orgasm count was updated to four, but Devika could barely register it. She was drooling again, hunched over and breathing heavily to catch her breath. Her mind began to slowly regain purchase on what had happened, and she looked up slowly to the camera, then over to the screen. She was too exhausted to feel afraid, too overwhelmed. She was just a piece of meat, she had no choice over what her body did. It betrayed her time and again. Even her mind was not her own, the cruelty of both pain and pleasure contorted her into a mess of desire.

Now the spanking stopped as she was given a few moments to catch her breath. She knew if she orgasmed again the viewers would be offered some kind of vote. As much as the idea of that made her want to cry, she questioned how much worse it could be than this. Forced to cum for an audience, naked and spanked repeatedly. Any one of these things would have been abhorrent to her in their own right, together they were torturous.

"No more," she muttered, "Please no more. I can't take it." she shook her head feebly, still gasping for air and dripping with tears, cum, sweat and saliva. The sybian immediately roared to life, as if she had dared it. It pressed pleasure into her sensitive spots so perfectly, it knew the pace she needed, and coaxed her effortlessly up to a fifth orgasm. She watched down her flat stomach as her wet little clit danced from the quickening pulse of the vibrator.

"Please don't do this. I don't want this." she croaked out the words, unable to stop from throwing her head back as a small but precious climax approached. She clenched her muscles, anticipating the release, but it didn't come. The vibrations slowed for a few moments, enough for the climax to slip out of reach, then the thrumming increased again. She stretched out her toes, gripping the saddle with her legs and digging her nails into the leather as she soared up again towards the peak, close enough to taste it, only to have it ripped away again. She grunted as her muscles loosened, and again as the buzzing returned and her arms locked, the chains clinking as she pulled on them.

The stopping and starting was creating a strange craving sensation in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger. A desperate angry hunger that itched and caught in her throat. She could hear herself whimpering pathetically as each climax was pulled away from her, leaving her breathless and frustrated. Her eyes were sealed shut, trying to concentrate on the sensations and will herself over the edge to the ecstasy she'd felt before. She found herself wishing for the machine to be nice to her again, as if this was somehow more cruel than the previous torment.

 

[Soumyaria]

The pleasure just kept growing and growing, with every denial, it felt like the pressure inside her increased. As if the threshold for orgasm kept getting higher and higher, and each time she was being given more vibration than before, but still not enough. Soon it felt like the edge of the orgasm she was hovering on was monumental. Like she was floating way up in the sky, waiting to be blasted into space. To the biggest and greatest experience of her life, just seconds away. Her eyes shot open, pure desire and lust burning from where innocence had shone before, their glare drilling directly into the camera in fury. The orgasm gauge showed the ticker crawling up to the shaded area, before being dropped back down to just under midway and crawling back up again over and over. The audience's reaction was ecstatic, messages flooding in too quickly to be read. They wanted her to cum as much as she did, and they were loving watching the build up. But she stared neither at the metrics or the live stream, only at the camera.

She steadied her breathing as yet another onslaught of vibration assaulted her tight wet little pussy. It carried her again higher and higher, to the edge of the sky and she prepared angrily to be left there again, clutching at the chains in expectant anguish. The thrumming was so fast and intense now, her whole pelvis was trembling under the force. It was harder and rougher than her little clit had ever been treated and she was sopping wet. The sensation just kept going, and Devika kept expecting it to slow any second but it didn't. It just kept pushing and pushing her, taking her smashing through the orgasm and dragging her up and up. She shrieked and shrieked until she had no air left, blasted into rapture, her body shaking as her eyes rolled back and her head stretched upwards and back. She was spanked hard once, twice and then again and again as the ecstasy just kept going and going. Every nerve was inflamed in pure bliss launched her out of reality and then suddenly released her.

An animalistic grunt punctuated her victory, followed quickly by a few quick sobs before she burst into tears. She'd been reduced to her base instincts. She hated herself and how this sick machine made her feel. She was nothing more than a toy. She felt formless, inhuman and beaten. Her eyes could barely make out the blurry shapes around her and she tried to tell herself she didn't care, that she didn't need to see. But she had to know how long was left. Surely it had been nearly twenty minutes by now, it felt as if an eternity had passed. Impossibly, the timer claimed that only a little over sixteen minutes had gone by, meaning another nine minutes or torment lay before her. The second to last circle milestone was lit, indicating the viewers now received a vote.

She knew she should be afraid but she couldn't muster the energy to imagine what could be coming. They had stolen so much from her, and now only her restraints stopped her from falling to the floor in exhaustion. The vibration had now slowed, and the spanking had stopped, even the video chat had quietened down. As Devika caught her breath, tiredness crept into her from the top down. She had nothing left in her. A loud alert from the previously silent left monitor made her jolt to attention. It was loud, like a text notification bell ringing obnoxiously through her small padded box. It indicated the addition of a banner under the video with a poll. Two polling bars appeared, one titled 'For' and another titled 'Against', then a two word question appeared, 'Anal Penetration?'.

 

[Soumyaria]

Suddenly all the energy that had left her returned in a stab of adrenaline shooting out from her stomach. She was paralysed for a moment, staring at the words as the 'For' bar began to be filled in with green from the left hand side. A little red trickled into the 'Against' bar, but with hardly anyone seemed to be voting the way she would have liked. A few messages popped up as people cast their vote.

"Nah not my thing" said one

"I came already, no sense hurting the poor girl." came another. But most of them were wholly in favour.

"Put it in her ass, you can tell she wants it," said one message.

"She's gonna be so tight." read another. Her eyes watered as she read them. She was too shocked to speak. This couldn't be happening to her, how could they still find more to take from her. Hadn't they taken enough?

She yelped as the platform turned ninety degrees, showing her and the saddle side-on. She had to turn her head to see the screen, her jaw dropping in distressed awe as she saw a slim white dildo lift from the floor behind the dildo, it was the same colour as the floor, so she hadn't seen it before. A complex ball-joint at the base of the rubber cock was held by two pneumatic arms connecting to the floor on either side of the saddle. It lowered behind her and hovered just above the surface of the saddle, sliding steadily forward towards her puckered little anus, bleached and cleaned in preparation. Devika screamed at the sight of it snaking towards her, as she lashed and pulled at her restraints. She was held firmly in place, her red raw ass barely moving except for a few jiggles as she squirmed.

She pulled at the chains on her arms, crying out as they tugged her wrists painfully. She stared back at the white rubber cock as the tip was pressed to her entrance, barely able to see what was happening and doing her best to clench her muscles to keep the intruder out. She couldn't see behind her, so moved her attention to the screen where the vote 'For' bar was still less than a third of the way full. It seemed many were only watching and not voting. The 'Against' bar was hardly filled at all, with only a little red peeking out from the left.

The video showed the dildo stopped ready by her little hole. The dildo was waiting for the vote to complete, a thin line below the voting box slowly shrinking to indicate how long was left before it closed. Perhaps just over a minute. The frustration of seeing herself about to be debased and being trapped completely unable to stop it was maddening. The dildo was right there, if she could just reach for it to push it away. She was completely helpless, a few bits of rubber and robotics about to take her dignity and publically humiliate her on camera and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Staring directly into the camera lens she continued her screaming, "You can't do this! This is my body you fucking bastards! I don't belong to you! Let me go! Let me fucking go now!" She screeched the words, water pooling in her eyes and trailing down her face. The 'For' bar increased a little, the other staying the same. Comments seemed to be revelling in her misery, egging her on more. They called her a whore, told her she liked it, suggested she relax her muscles to avoid it hurting more than it had to. She realised her anguish was fuelling them, they had taken control away from her, but how she acted now influenced their behaviour. With the vote in their hands, she was too scared to maintain her aggression, but she had to do something.

She turned to pleading, "Please don't do this. Please! I'll do anything. Please! I'm begging you!"

The commenters seemed to ignore her, continuing to praise her legs, and ass, many were glad to see the arch of her dainty feet again from this side angle. But one comment caught her eye, 'I'll vote against for you baby, what's in it for me?'

"Please! Please, I'll do anything!" she implored in earnest, staring into the camera as if addressing the commenter directly. The chatbox slowed, suddenly less people were submitting messages.

 

[Soumyaria]

'Admit you're a slut and I'll vote against for you.' as she read it her words caught in her throat, she wanted to shout it immediately, anything to get this to stop, but she had to read it again to register the gravity of what the words meant.

There wasn't enough time to linger, "I-I'm a slut." she spoke plainly. Expressionless as the 'Against' bar ticked up by a few votes.

'Say it like u mean it' came a message from another commenter.

Her blank expression faded into a resigned shame "I'm a slut,", the anger seething inside her at what she was being made to do, but silently she was glad to be able to exert some sort of twisted control over the situation. The anger fueled her, "I'm such a slut, I l-love it."

It was only half-convincing, but the 'Against' votes ticked up a few more, the 'For' bar reducing a little in turn as some members of the audience seemed to be changing their vote.

'Beg me not to take your little ass' came another comment, her eyes were darting quickly between the messages and the camera, directly addressing her audience.

"Please, please don't take my virgin little ass, please! I'll do anything!" she cried, getting carried away with her performance, the gentle thrum of the vibrations against her g-spot and clit intensifying and adding authenticity to her cries.

More messages were flooding in now, and the votes were beginning to even out as Devika offered them an alternate source of new entertainment. She read their requests and quickly tried to address them in the little remaining time until the vote closed.

"Oh god I promise I'll be good, I'll be your good little slut and cum for you. Please just let me cum for you. I'll s-squirt so hard I promise. Yes I'll curl my sexy little t-toes if you want. I love cumming for you." she was screaming the words, her pace increasing as the vote neared the end and she still had some significant distance to close. She wasn't sure she could close the gap but she had to try. "It makes me so w-wet knowing you're touching yourself while I cum like a good girl for you. I've never cum like this before, you're m-making me cum so hard!" she was trying so hard to make her words seem genuine, but in her urgency some truth had slipped in with the lies.

The 'Against' bar was now nearly as long as the 'For' bar, the audience had been egging her on, delighted by this new side of their star. Some who hadn't voted before were now joining in, but time was running out and as the vote drew steadily to a close, the 'For' bar began to grow. Clearly some had been waiting until the last minute to sway the vote. Perhaps some of the 'Against' voters had been toying with her, as in the final moments of the vote many seemed to switch to 'For'.

"No! No please don't do this!" Devika screamed, watching as the vote concluded and announced that the audience were 'FOR Anal Penetration'. She couldn't believe she had humiliated herself for nothing, for a moment she had convinced herself she might really be able to change her fate. She spat her anger now as she flailed, screaming and wrenching at the chains, straining against her restraints in frustration. The timer showed she still had a little over five minutes of torture left before the ordeal ended, but she could hardly stomach the thought of being fucked in the ass for that long.

 

[Soumyaria]

The vibrations on her pussy suddenly spiked sharply, and she toppled into a brief orgasm, followed by another and another. She screamed in anger through them, but soon softened as the onslaught became all-encompassing. Her body jolted with each burst, her muscles tensing and then relaxing. She was too distracted by the assault to consider that it was a ploy, and as her muscles loosened the anal dildo pressed firmly into her anus, the surface coated with a slick layer of lubricant that allowed it to slide insistently into her tight little hole. She screamed in shock, trying to clench her muscles around the intruder but unable to maintain the strength amidst the onslaught of orgasms.

Her sounds kept catching in her throat as the severe pain and pleasure overwhelmed her psyche, jolting with each climax and grunting wordlessly. Even when she managed to contract her muscles for some time, they found no purchase on the slick white dildo that kept advancing into her. The motors were too strong for her, and had been designed to outmatch her. An immense pressure was building in her, feeling completely full as the rubber cock slowed to a halt deep inside her ass. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt, and tears streamed from her eyes.

"You bastards. You fucking bastards." she sobbed weakly, "Look at what you're doing to me."

She was no longer looking at the camera but straight ahead at the wall, as the audience got a profile view as she sat with her legs gripping the saddle, hands on the front of the sybian as she was rocked with pleasure and pain, the dildo now sliding out of her ass a little and then pushing back in. Again the biting pain caused her to shriek, her rosy red ass cheeks parted as the slim white cock thrust into her again. It continued in and out, in and out, a slower vibration continuing on her clit and g-spot. The rubber cock just kept going, full of malice. It was stretching her so cruelly, robbing her last shred of dignity.

Soon Devika stopped fighting it, trying consciously to ease her muscles to relieve some of the pain. It felt counterintuitive not to tense as it slid into her, but she soon mastered it. Quite suddenly, she begin to find the sensation of being filled somewhat erotic. She had graduated to full sex-object, fucked in every concievable way and being milked for orgasms. She hated that it was starting to feel good, she was every bit the slut she had been forced to admit she was. The humping motion was incredible now, it felt so sensitive that she could feel every little bit of movement of the dildo. She had begun howling as she built towards a new kind of climax, the massaging of her clit now forming a steady rhythm as the vibrator pressed hard to her g-spot. It was the most perfect ecstasy she could have imagined. Her mind lost all sense of time and shape, and began to hallucinate hands all over her skin, holding her down and exploring every hole.

 

[Soumyaria]

The feeling growing inside her was ferocious, it felt alive and tenacious, desperate to be released. She had to gasp for breath, the thrusting from behind growing rougher and harder. A sloppy wet sound accompanied each thrust as the dildo self-applied more lube as necessary. Devika was squealing like an animal, no longer the graceful and respectable prim and proper little blond girl she had once been, but now just an athletic tight body being fucked hard by a machine for an audience. A puppet putting on a show. The climax hit her hard, her body convulsing as it was overtaken with ecstasy, releasing hot wet juices all over the saddle. She twisted and contorted every which way as the bonds held her firmly in place. The vibrations and thrusts didn't relent, and took her barrelling towards another enormous orgasm at top speed.

She gasped loudly to regain her breath, "Yes! Fuck oh my god yes!" she yelled at top volume, her face contorted in a smile as more waves of pleasure approached.

The saddle was rotated, turning Devika to face her audience as she came again, her body rocked back and forth with the rough motion of the dildo, her tits bouncing in time. The pumping began to speed up, with longer strokes fucking her harder and harder. She was lost in total bliss, lucid only for a few moments after each orgasm to be able to check the timer. She was nearing the end now, with only a matter of seconds before the timeline reached the end.

All the mechanics were now going at full pelt for the finale, with the vibrations of the sybian at nearly top-speed. The paddles came down to spank her hard on each ass cheek, and she was propelled to another reality. Vivid colours and shapes danced in front of her eyes in an entrancing hallucination. She was wrought with a full-body orgasm that left her whole body quivering, screaming and screaming but never forming words as a brilliant kaleidoscope of pleasure engulfed her for a small infinity before planting her back in her little white box. The machine suddenly slowed, and the monitors all powered off as the session ended. Devika was still screaming as the lights dipped slightly, her body spasming with the aftershocks. She was gulping desperately for air, dizzy and disorientated from the intensity. Was it over? She groaned as the dildo withdrew slowly from her ass, returning to its resting position at the back of the sybian in a socket on the floor. The clasps on her wrists beeped and clicked open, suddenly drawing her attention. She snatched her arms free, staring at her hands before bringing them to her face to wipe away tears and sweat.

 

[Soumyaria]

Devika looked around in awe, she couldn't believe it was over. She looked around at the monitors and cameras, all now seemingly dead. She had made it. The uncomfortable silence lingered for a few seconds, before she burst into tears, looking down at herself and the mess of smells and sticky fluids. She sobbed into her hands, her whole body shaking as the cuffs around her ankles retracted into the saddle, and the metal grips on her thighs released. She was overwhelmed with emotion, seething with anger at whoever had done this to her, ashamed at herself for what she had said and done, and hating herself for enjoying her torment. Slowly, the sobs subsided. Now that she wasn't constantly being pummeled with pleasure, she could feel the pain more acutely. Her muscles ached, her ass cheeks stung and her knees felt weak from kneeling for so long. Without the cuffs in her legs, she had to consciously balance herself on her bare feet. She steadied herself with her hands, massaging her throat sore from all the screaming. Where was she? How did she get out of this thing?

She slammed her fist on the flat roof above her, hitting it with less impact than she'd expected. So feeble and weak. So tired. She rose carefully, half-standing and half-crouching as she grappled to steady herself, leaning on the walls. Positioning her feet was difficult, as the screens, chains and a very wet sticky saddle took up most of the floor space. It was slick with her juices, filling the air with her musky sex. It was simultaneously nauseating and strangely erotic in a carnal sort of way. An animalistic side she hadn't known of herself that had shocked her. She pushed it from her mind, she wanted to push the whole ordeal away and reject it. She had to get out of this thing!

Looking around it now from her new vantage point, she was struck by how alien and clinical the box felt, like an examination room. Scanning the walls and ceiling of her cell, she soon spotted the latch at the back. It was set into the wall which had been her backdrop for the duration of the 'show'. It was high up, close to the top of the box, and the mechanism looked like the kind of handle a car door would have, a sunken indent in the wall with a pullable lever inside it. She reached for it, almost afraid to find out what awaited her outside. Whatever trepidation she felt was far outweighed by the urgent need to put distance between herself and the objects of her torment. Closing her eyes, she pulled the latch and the roof of the box clicked open with a soft hiss. Cold fresh air rushed in from the tiny gap from where the top had slightly lifted. She could hear thumping music coming from somewhere distant. Timidly, she pushed it open on it's hinge and peered out.

It was dark, and it took her eyes a while to adjust having been in the bright white box for so long. There were street lamps quite a way away, and the box was on some dingy concrete slabs extending away from her in every direction, then a sudden drop several metres on all sides. Her brain strained to make sense of it, before she realised she was on the roof of a building. The music was familiar, that rhythmic beat reverberating through the walls. It was dance music... She was on top of a night club! She remembered now, she was out with her friends at some guerrish club in town for a birthday. That's what she had been doing before waking in the box. How long ago was that?

Standing up a little more confidently, she tried to get a better look, pushing the box lid off to the side with one hand and using her spare arm to cover up her breasts. The cold night air stroked at her sticky skin, sinking into her and drawing shivers from her lithe frame. Scanning the surroundings, she nearly cried with relief when she spotted the small pile of clothes at the foot of the box. Her long black dress and strappy black heels were laid out, with her phone atop the pile. Looking further afield, there was a grey metal door at the corner of the roof, hopefully her way back inside.

Checking there was no one around, she clumsily clambered out of the box. Though it had felt small on the inside, it came up to her chest when she stood, so she had to fight to get traction on the wall with her feet to climb out; her arms weren't strong enough to lift her alone. She cringed as her foot met the slippery wet saddle, and she knew she would need to use it as leverage to push herself up and over the wall. Swinging her legs over and falling out gracelessly, she gasped as her sore bottom grazed the pavement as she fell in a heap. Fresh air replaced the overpowering scent of her own sex. It was really quite cold out. She lunged for the clothes, quickly unfolding the dress and holding it above her as she stood. For a moment, she was fully naked in the night, stood shivering and dripping with her juices, as she wriggled the tight dress down her sticky body. It was a high neckline, with white embroidery around the shoulders, long sleeves and with a hem ending just before her knees. The soft black fabric was form fitting, hugging her frame as she pulled it into place. She was so grateful to have clothes again.

 

[Soumyaria]

Grabbing her phone, she found it was switched off, and whilst it booted up she quickly adorned her jewellery, white pearl earrings and a black headband. She shuffled her feet into her heels. How she longed for a pair of flats in her exhausted state! But this was the only footwear available, her feet mostly exposed except for a thin black band that ran over her toes, and another around her ankle. She noticed her underwear hadn't been returned, but she didn't have the energy to be properly upset about it. She was freezing, and raced to get the heels clasped and quickly clip-clop over to the door. It was quite a distance and she peered over the edge as she went. This was a big building, a good few stories up, no wonder no one had heard her screams or come to help. The box had been deliberately placed far from help.

The door swung open with a crash as the metal thwacked into the wall. She rushed inside and closed the door behind her. A sigh of relief escaped her. Warmth. Freedom and warmth. The music was much louder here, in some kind of back stairwell for staff. It was grimey, bare and scarcely lit. It was at this moment her phone awoke with a buzz, and a flurry of messages appeared on screen. It was her friends, complaining how she had gone off with some guy. It seemed she had been gone a little over an hour. A guy? She didn't remember a guy... Had she been drugged and carried up here to where the box was waiting? Why? Why her? Fighting back another bout of sobbing, she descended the staircase, her eyes darting from her phone messages to her surroundings. Her legs were wobbly, and it took conscious effort to keep upright. Weaving down a labyrinth of concrete hallways, she followed the trail of music until she reached a faintly lit store room full of crates of bottles and kegs of beer. She was getting closer to civilisation, she could even hear voices from here. The sound of normality. The music was close now, the walls pulsing with bass, the familiar sound of vibration was not welcome, sending a shiver up her spine. She had to get out of here.

There was a door with a small window at the top and she peered through it. The dance floor heaved with scantily clad youngsters in the distance, with a group of drunk girls wandering away from her, but she couldn't tell where they had come from. Three bouncers charged passed them, bounding towards her before sharply turning off to one side. Suddenly she realised where she was, she was in a corridor by the bathrooms to the nightclub. This was probably a good spot to emerge from. She quickly pulled the handle and slid out. The sprung door closed quickly behind her, hitting her lightly on the back as she left and propelling her forward. Her ass cheeks stung from even that small amount of pressure. It was so dark, no one seemed to notice her emerging from a door marked 'Staff Only'. It was locked with a key code from the outside, so there was no going back that way now. She cursed herself for not taking some pictures of the box, or examining it more closely, but equally she was glad to just get away from it.