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CapturedTaking one last sip of her rum & Coke, heavy on the rum, Erin handed the stack of paperwork to the tall man sitting next to her at the “Down & Dirty Dalliances” meet and greet. As she handed the papers over the man confirmed: “And you are sure you want to do this?” Erin steeled her shoulders and looked him square in the eye responding, “Yes Sir, what is life without a little adventure now and then?” Feeling everyone’s eyes on her made her nervous and it was getting late, so with her task for the evening complete she picked up her purse from the stool next to her and left the bar striding with a sense of purpose toward her car on the far side of the parking lot.She was beyond ready or so she thought. For the past three months Erin had completed questionnaires, been interviewed, provided a medical profile and a psychological evaluation to the club’s owners to satisfy the vetting process necessary to participate in this extreme fantasy fulfillment club. The club was very secretive and exclusive, however, there were many rumors surrounding its existence and the extreme nature of the dalliances but Erin had been told by other members that no one has ever quit the club once being admitted. Perhaps a bit naively Erin felt reassured by all the satisfied members about the safety factor of jumping into an adventure of this type. Having attended several meet and greets full of those who had either been selected to participate in experiences or were waiting for their number to be drawn her confidence was high when she submitted her application. However, everyone was sworn to secrecy about what actually happens during the promised dalliance, the only information shared with her was the repeated statement: “no matter what happens, in the end, we always feel it was totally worth it.”Now, what Erin didn’t realize was that the drawing had already been held that evening and that last stack of liability waivers required for officially joining the club had been the only thing standing between her and the “adventure” of a lifetime. Being taken by surprise had been one of her requests, and she was definitely in for a surprise.She hadn’t driven more than a block before she saw the flash of red and blue lights in her rearview mirror. “Oh shit,” she thought to herself as she realized that her breath was probably still strong with alcohol since the only drink of the night was the one she had needed to go through with all those signatures. But she was interrupted before she could start her tried and true “officer, I can explain” routine.“Step out of the car ma’am,” was the forceful bark of the large uniformed man standing next to her car, the beam from the Maglite obscuring his identity. Erin ankara travesti complied and found herself performing the humiliating tasks of a roadside sobriety test in full view of all of the other “Down & Dirty” participants as they slowed a bit while driving past after exiting the same parking lot she had just left. Thinking she would surely pass and be sent on her way she was startled to hear the officer firmly state, “You are going to need to come with me ma’am,” before handcuffing her and ushering her unceremoniously into the back of his cruiser with the lights still flashing.As they pulled away, Erin noticed that the windows and the divider partition were completely blacked out and she could not see anything. Feeling the taste of panic rising in the back of her throat her heart began to race and her skin flashover with a fine coating of moisture from the fear gripping her body. For a moment she was completely frozen in terror and then the impulse to fight took over as she started to scream and kick at the seat in front of her. She screamed and kicked until her voice was hoarse and her legs were heavy and sore and just as she began to succumb to the exhaustion the partition lowered a few inches.“Are you about done?” the interrogative came from the front seat punctuated with a short laugh.“What is going on, where are you taking me?” was her reply.“You are guilty of DWI and are going to be punished, however, the court systems around here are way too lenient on your type – prissy, uptight housewives and all who have lawyers to get you out of everything – so we are taking things into our own hands tonight. Buckle up babe, I promise you will return a changed woman, that is if you return.”The car sped through the night and in an hour or so came to a stop, Erin could hear muffled voices outside the car and then the door opened and she was pulled to her feet. She was wearing a white racer back tank top, her breasts held in place only by the built-in bra and a short skirt that left little to the imagination, her ordinarily perfect hair was beginning to frizz in the warm night air and her bright pink pedicure was framed by strappy thong sandals. Before her eyes could adjust to the dimly lit parking lot a blindfold was strapped around her head and she was forcefully pushed into a chair sitting next to the cruiser.“Well she won’t get far in those shoes,” said a man with a deeper voice than the one who had driven her here. Erin heard the trunk pop open and the sound of someone rummaging through boxes, “That’s okay, I’m sure we have her size in here somewhere.”“Now hold still,” another voice said. “This won’t hurt a bit, we get to that later!”Erin felt her sandals travesti ankara being removed and thick socks slid over her feet and up to her ankles, then she felt the sneakers being placed her her feet and the laces being tightened and tied.“Nice and snug, not as fun as the knots we’ll be tying you into later though!”As Erin attempted to make sense of what was happening to her she was pulled back up to her feet the skirt she was wearing was removed and a heavy leather strap was placed around her waist like a belt and a different skirt resembling a white tennis skirt was wrapped around her. Once the skirt was in place the metal cuffs were removed from her aching wrists and each hand was slipped through slashes on the side of the skirt and tucked into the pouches hanging from either side of the leather strap and secured at the wrists, with the final result making it appear at first glance as if her hands were sewn into her pockets. “Now walk forward.”Erin couldn’t see and with her arms tethered it was difficult to maintain her balance but she took a few tentative steps forward as the two men glanced at each other to communicate how much they were enjoying her struggle. “How far do I have to walk?” she asked.“300 miles Erin, 300 miles…” was the simultaneous response.Before she could ask any more questions the men slid a plastic device into her mouth that held her jaw in place so that she could only make the faintest of mumbling and moaning sounds.InitiatedThe trio continued walking along a loose gravel path for what seemed like hours. Erin could feel the burning sensation of lactic acid building up in her legs as the fatigue began setting in. She had closed her eyes behind the blindfold and had felt herself begin to nod off from the exhaustion and disorientation created by this sensory deprived forced hike. Stumbling a few times she had already skinned her knees and elbows as her captors caught her just a split second before any real damage could be done.“Here is our first stop,” said the man with the deeper voice. “Let’s get you inside and uncomfortable shall we?”The men had to carry Erin up the steps into the rustic cabin and did not waste any time once they were inside. Her hands were released from the leather pouches just long enough for her top to be removed and the skirt unwrapped from around her waist. The men picked her up and placed her face down on a padded surface, her arms were further held against her sides with an additional leather strap and her legs stretched out behind her and spread so far apart she feared that one or both of her hips might come loose from the socket. She was nearly too tired to process the pain that had started to creep into ankara travestiler her limbs from being locked down into this position.With the roar of pain in her ears, Erin could barely hear the door open and quickly lost count of how many pairs of footsteps she heard walk in. “All of you have been invited here tonight to participate in the sentencing of this scofflaw and to enjoy planting the seeds of justice to remind this lady that it is better to follow society’s rules,” was the call to order ringing out from the arresting officer. “This woman was observed exiting Remy’s Tavern where the infamous ‘Down and Dirty Dalliances’ club was meeting, she smelled of rum, she was clearly guilty. I call upon all those assembled here to serve justice in this matter.”“We find her GUILTY and will plant the seeds of justice!” was the boisterous response of the men gathered in the cabin. She then heard the unmistakable sound of the men removing their belts.SMACK – the sound echoed through the room as the first belt landed on Erin’s right buttock. SMACK – another strike landing on the left, with the plastic device still firmly wedged against her teeth her throat burned with the silent screams muffled before they could escape her lips. The striking continued, welts rising from her shoulders to her ankles until each participant had their turn. The room was spinning and Erin felt as if she was falling although she was firmly attached to the surface of whatever type of furniture they had secured her to. The next thing she knew she was being carried back out of the cabin and placed into a wagon.Any Port in a StormHer body was throbbing and she could feel the burn of her skin as the sheet covering her rubbed against the welts with each bump in the path. She could smell her own scent but did not smell or feel any indication that the men had taken any sexual liberties with her while she was unconscious. It briefly flashed through her mind that she wasn’t sure if that was good news or not, from all of the “plant the seeds of justice” references before the beating – she was expecting to wake up dripping with semen. The heat from the sun was mostly reflected by her covering, however it was growing uncomfortably warm in the wagon which lulled her back to sleep before she could linger on that thought too long. “We are making good time, at this rate we will be to the next stop by sunset.”Erin was startled awake by the female voice coming from one of the two bicycles pulling the wagon along the trail.“They promised her 300 miles… Can’t do that on foot the whole way if you want this done over a three day weekend. In fact, if we might want to consider making more time to rest at lunch…” another female voice stated as she urged the other cyclist to pick up the pace a little.Erin floated between consciousness and unconsciousness for the rest of the trip, waking fully only to accept the water and nutrition shake offered to her through a straw at lunch time.
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