Wolf's Clothing Ch. 04byToughLiberalism©
When Alice awoke the sun was streaming through the windows of the small plane, whereas it had been pitch black when she had drifted off to sleep. She had been dreaming mundanely of work, but the realisation that she was a naked prisoner came flooding back. Her body was cramped from sleeping in her bondage, but her mind felt surprisingly sharp and refreshed. She appraised her situation and knew that it was desperate, yet the confirmation that Campbell was indeed still working for the authorities gave her some relief. For reasons which she couldn't quite fathom, she trusted him completely.
Her overwhelming feelings were a need to pee and a sense of hunger. She had eaten nothing but some light food on the plane since she had been taken, and her stomach rumbled at the thought of a meal. She suspected that the cabin contained further supplies, but with her hands bound above her head to the back of the chair there was no prospect of going searching for them.
She could still taste the salty, powerful flavour of Campbell's cum in her mouth after swallowing his entire load the night before. She had always enjoyed giving head, but had previously been reluctant to allow men to finish off in her mouth. But last night had been different. For one thing, Campbell had given her no choice in the matter. But for another, she had felt such a massive sense of arousal at being forced to pleasure him so roughly, that she had actually wanted him to have his way and make her swallow. It felt strangely appropriate to the occasion, as if it was part of the essential initiation experience of every captive girl.
In her mind's eye Alice pictured the scene as it must have appeared to an observer. She could see herself kneeling submissively, her hands bound in front of her, but redundant throughout the blowjob at his insistence that she use only her mouth. Her face had been buried in his crotch and she could still almost feel his tug on her hair as he had controlled her movement and held her uncomfortably close to him. Indeed, 'blowjob' was hardly the right term for what had happened. 'Face-fuck' would be a much more apt description.
Most intensely of all, Alice could remember the sensation of Campbell's hard cock between her lips. Campbell did not lack size in that department, but in her mouth his manhood had been magnified until it felt massive. She remembered using her tongue to caress it until it had pulsed repeatedly while he delivered what seemed to be a never ending supply of seed down her waiting throat. She also remembered the growing wetness between her legs as she embraced her submission and her body's almost overwhelming need for an orgasm when Campbell touched her clit after he had got his satisfaction. But he had left her cruelly without relief, and she still felt some of that frustration. The memories of last night were bringing back a little of her arousal and she would have been pleased to slip her hands between her legs at that point to get herself off. But her bondage made it impossible. All she could do was think about how much she needed it.
With a shock, Alice remembered that their antics of the night before might actually have been observed. She had instigated the whole thing on the grounds that the pilot might have been spying on them and that they needed to put on a show to match their roles. She felt herself reddening at the pornographic display she had made of herself, but reflected that she had better get used to such degrading public sexual performances if she was going to succeed in helping Campbell to complete his mission. It might well be the only way to keep both of them alive.
Her need to empty her bladder was becoming so insistent that she decided to wake Campbell. Looking across at him she noticed the tell-tale bulge in his trousers which revealed his morning glory. Alice remembered this feature very well from their time together, but was bemused at how he could possibly be erect once more after she had drained him of what had felt like a month's supply of cum just a few short hours earlier. Deciding that her need to relieve herself was greater than the risk that he would force her to suck him off again, she used one of her unbound legs to kick at Campbell until he awoke. She had expected him to be groggy for several seconds, but in fact he was immediately alert, looking around him as if for an assailant, ready to spring into action. In this response she sensed the instincts of the experienced undercover officer. It added to her sense that she was in safe hands.
Looking at Campbell with what she hoped was an appealing expression, Alice asked to use the toilet. He grinned, before standing up and heading to the back of the plane himself. She waited in irritation while he used the facilities first, then heard him returning to stand behind her chair. She felt the rope which connected her hands to the seat being released and then she felt his hands on her shoulders, helping her to stand. She held out her bound hands in his direction, hoping for release, but he shook his head.
'I don't want you stabbing me in the back at the first opportunity,' he told her. 'Besides, you look better tied up.'
He steered her the few paces to the back of the tiny cabin and held the cubicle door open for her. Once she was inside, he kept it open and stood to watch her. 'Don't expect me to trust you,' he said, noticing her pained expression. 'You could be up to anything in there unless I keep an eye on you.'
Resigning herself to the humiliation of being watched, Alice sat down. In truth, she had considered applying her bound hands to her clit and giving herself the climax she had been so unfairly denied, but Campbell's presence removed the opportunity. She would just have to piss. But even that proved problematic, because the embarrassment of being observed prevented her body from doing the deed. Eventually she screwed her eyes shut and pretended he wasn't there until the call of nature became overwhelming and her needs took over. Reddening once more, she stood, used her restrained hands to take some toilet paper and wiped herself dry. Campbell then turned on the tap and she held her hands beneath the running water, before she wiped them as well as she could with a towel and returned to her seat.
Campbell remained at the back of the plane and she could hear him ferreting around in the cupboards. A few minutes later he returned with some more water and some snacks. They ate in silence. With her hands no longer tied to the chair, Alice was able to feed herself this time, but Campbell still insisted on holding the bottle to her lips as if she was a baby, causing some of the cold water to drip between her breasts. She noticed a smile playing around the corners of his lips as he wiped them away and she cursed him silently for taking pleasure at her humiliation.
By the time they had finished their small breakfast, the plane had begun to descend. Campbell fastened both of their seatbelts and they sat back, waiting to land. Alice was both intrigued and terrified to find out where they were arriving and what on earth lay in store for them.
The aircraft's wheels touched the runway smoothly and it taxied to a halt on the open tarmac. Once the engines had stopped, the pilot emerged to unfasten the external door. Alice did not like the way the man looked at her with a smirk on his face. She knew it meant that he had seen the show and could not look at her now without picturing her sucking cock, but at least it confirmed that they had been sensible to keep up appearances.
Once the door was open, they were joined on the plane by another man. He was smartly dressed and carried a black, leather messenger bag. He had skin of a deep olive complexion, which immediately caused Alice to start to narrow down the list of their possible locations. In a short space of time since her capture she had become used to sitting naked in the full view of a range of different men, but the presence of a newcomer was a reminder of her exposure and she felt her face blushing.
But the man behaved entirely professionally and paid no attention to her whatsoever. He addressed himself only to Campbell. 'Good morning, sir,' the man said. 'I trust you had a comfortable flight.' His English was perfect but his accent suggested a home in the Middle East.
'The flight was fine,' replied Campbell, a little brusquely. 'Where have we landed?'
'I am terribly sorry, sir,' the man replied. 'My orders are to withhold that information. I am simply required to transport you and your cargo to our destination.'
Alice was unsurprised that the man kept their location a secret, but she did not like hearing herself referred to as 'cargo'. She listened as the man continued to talk to Campbell, turning in her direction as he did so.
'I see you have wisely kept the package bound during the flight. Will you excuse me now if I make her a little more secure before we transfer her to the car?'
Campbell grunted his assent and the man reached into his bag. He withdrew a pair of metal handcuffs. They looked identical to those Alice had seen used by her colleagues in the police force at home. The man took out a knife, cut the rope which bound her hands at her front, pulled her to her feet, moved behind her, drew her arms behind her back and cuffed them in place. He did not paw at her body or stare at her naked breasts. He simply restrained her with cold efficiency. She tested her new bonds, but found them inescapable.
Alice heard the man rummaging in his bag once more as he stood behind her and she saw him drop the next item over her head and hold it in front of her face. Almost before she had time to realise that it was a disturbingly large black ball gag, she felt him pull it to her lips. She reminded herself that she was playing a role and opened her mouth, making no effort to resist. It took some time and effort for the man to work the ball between her teeth and buckle the strap at the back of her neck.
Alice had never worn a ball gag before. In fact, she had never been gagged with anything other than her own panties during her capture. By the time the man had finished stuffing her mouth she felt truly humiliated, as if she was a dangerous dog which needed muzzling. It was bad enough to be denied the power of coherent speech, but to be silenced by an item designed as a sex toy, which plugged her mouth obscenely and forced her lips lewdly open, was unspeakably worse. She felt the gag occupying her mouth unpleasantly, its size magnified by her senses. Campbell's cock had felt bigger in her mouth than it really was the night before, but that had been much more satisfying. She could lick, suck and tease it, savouring the power she had over him even in her submission. But this was just degrading. All she could do was accommodate the horrid gag between helplessly pried open jaws. At first she tried to plead with the man to reduce her discomfort, but she could do nothing but make pointless noises which made Campbell grin sadistically, so she gave up.
Even with the gag in place, the man had still not finished reducing Alice to a state of utter powerlessness. The next thing she saw was a black scarf which he held in front of her eyes, and then she saw nothing as the man tied the blindfold in place. She was left with only the ability to feel its silky texture against her skin.
Then she felt her shoulders being taken and she was marched forwards, guided to the left and helped to descend the steps of the plane. Of course, Alice could not see where she was going, but as soon as she left the aircraft door she felt a sudden heat on her bare skin which supported her hypothesis that they were somewhere in the Middle East. The man's reference to morning proved that it was not yet midday, but when she stepped hesitantly to the tarmac she found that it was already searingly hot beneath the soles of her feet. It contrasted painfully with her memory of the cold paving stones of the chilly night she had left behind in London and she was forced to her tiptoes, where she jogged inelegantly, like an untutored ballet dancer. Luckily, she was not left standing still for long on the baking tarmac, but was led away and hustled into a car.
As she felt the man's hand on her head to ensure that she ducked below the vehicle's ceiling, she reflected that the organisation clearly did not fear the law here. She had been paraded openly across the airfield as a naked prisoner. She had no idea who might have seen her, but she heard no shouts or running feet. It was as if the sight of stripped, cuffed, gagged and blindfolded women was an everyday feature in these parts. Evidently the local authorities were very friendly to the slavers.
One small mercy which arose from this brazenness was that she was allowed to sit in the back seat of the car. She might otherwise have been locked in the stifling boot, but instead she could feel the plush leather against her skin and could sense the welcome air conditioning. She heard the two men get in, Campbell beside her and the other man in the driver's seat.
Before they left, the man spoke once more to Campbell. 'Forgive me, sir, but would you be so kind as to put this on?'
'A blindfold?' Alice heard Campbell replying. 'Is that really necessary?'
'My orders, I am afraid,' the man insisted. 'I apologise for the inconvenience.'
Campbell said nothing more, and the fact that the car's engines started shortly afterwards told Alice that he had followed the man's instructions and blindfolded himself. The vehicle began to move and they began the next stage of their journey. All three occupants sat in silence. In the cases of the two men this was voluntary, but Alice was only too aware of the unwelcome ball in her mouth, which prevented her from making conversation even if she had wished to do so. The intruding item felt as if it was growing further in size as they covered the miles and she could feel her jaw beginning to ache from the strain of unwillingly embracing it. There was evidently no danger of her calling successfully for help, so she concluded that it had been put in place merely to increase her humiliation and helplessness. There was no doubt whatsoever that it was doing its job perfectly.
Alice had little sense of the passage of time as she sat, naked and blindfolded, in the back of the car. It felt as if the journey took at least an hour, but she had no accurate idea whatsoever. Her cuffed wrists were sore between her back and the seat by the time they pulled to a halt. The driver invited Campbell to remove his blindfold and she heard the two men get out of the vehicle. Then her own door was opened and she was manhandled out. She could feel cobbled stones beneath her feet, uncomfortably hot once more in the sun. She was led away from the car and she sensed that she was taken into a building. She could tell through the blindfold that there was less light, she felt a plush carpet replace the stones beneath her feet and she felt the air become cooler as she entered. Then she was left standing and heard voices.
'Welcome, Mr Sinclair,' somebody said. It was a female voice, but the accent was similar to the driver's. 'We hope you will be very comfortable during your stay with us. Will you allow me to take your jacket?'
There was a pause. Alice assumed that Campbell was handing over his jacket. Then the woman spoke again. This time Alice could sense that she was closer to her.
'And this little one must be the new girl. She's an absolute delight. I just can't wait to get started with her.'
Suddenly Alice felt the light touch of female fingers sliding down her sides and over her stomach. She shuddered at the sensation. Having explored her stomach, they drifted upwards to her breasts and she felt the woman's nails teasing her nipples. She jerked backwards, but she felt one of her arms being grabbed by a slender but strong hand.
'Hold still, little one,' the woman's voice continued. 'It would be in your interests not to resist me.' Alice felt the woman's grip on her arm tighten, while her other hand slipped between Alice's legs, teasing her inner thighs but staying away from her sex.
'Later, Sara.' It was the driver's voice which Alice heard, cutting in. 'There is no rush. Take the slave to her quarters while I see to our honoured guest.'
Alice was well aware of why she had been abducted, but it sent a shiver down her spine to hear herself referred to so openly as a slave. But she was given no time to reflect on her new status, because she felt the woman take her by the shoulders and steer her away. The carpet gave way to tiles once more and she was guided down some stairs. After walking along a corridor, she was turned to the right and she felt her gag being loosened. It was so firmly lodged between her lips that it did not slip out immediately. The woman had to work it out gently from her sore mouth, before removing Alice's blindfold.
It took a moment for Alice's eyes to adjust, although the light in her new surroundings was dim. She turned to see the woman called Sara, who seemed to be her gaoler. She found herself looking at somebody of a similar height to herself, but with dark hair and olive skin to match her accent. The woman was dressed casually and unremarkably, in a vest top, loose fitting linen trousers and sandals. Alice guessed that Sara must be no more than three or four years older than herself. She had a face which must have been extremely pretty as a girl, but had become more handsome as the woman passed through her twenties. Alice noticed the prominent cheekbones, strong shoulders and athletic frame. She immediately concluded that she would stand little chance of overpowering the woman in a fight. Compliance was still clearly the best option.
Sara gestured for her to turn around and Alice obeyed. She felt her handcuffs being released and her hands were free once more. Then the woman spoke. 'Welcome to your new home, little one. You will stay here for now. I will bring you food soon and then you will wash yourself. Later we will begin your preparations.' With that, she turned and left the room.
Alice waited a moment, then stepped to the door and tried the handle. Of course, it was locked. She looked around for an escape route, but there was no window. The fact that she had descended a staircase suggested that she was in a basement of some form. But a glance at her surroundings revealed that it was hardly a dungeon. The room was comfortably, though not luxuriously, furnished. It had a rug, an easy chair, a low table and a single bed. There was even a TV mounted on the wall and a shelf containing a few books. No doubt they intended to keep her here for long periods and had taken the trouble to provide her with some distractions. But for the lack of a window, the place reminded Alice of several basic hotels she had stayed in. Further exploration revealed an en suite bathroom, with a shower over the bath.
Alice found no clothes in the room, and sat down naked in the chair. Within minutes Sara returned with a tray of food, before locking Alice in once again. Alice was hungry and fell on her meal, polishing everything off in no time. She wondered what the woman had meant by her reference to Alice's preparations, but decided to continue to go along with her instructions. She ran a bath, found the water scalding hot, cooled it just until it was bearable and then soaked herself for some time. She then emerged and crawled beneath the covers of the bed. She only intended to rest for a few minutes and give herself some time to think, but she was so tired that within no time at all she was fast asleep.
Alice only awoke when she was disturbed by Sara's return. Forcing her sleepy brain to a state of alertness, she found the other woman sitting on her bed and gently moving Alice's hair away from her face. Alice sensed something vulnerable about her gaoler. It seemed as good a time as any to try to build a connection.