Bound Friends Pt. 16

"Just.. yeah know.. space alright? The door has a lock you know," her roommate said more with a tone of annoyance than anger. That was fine with Andrea, she could deal with annoyance, she wasn't sure she had time to deal with anger right now.

"You're right, this is 100% my fault. And trust me, I'm not going to forget this, I'll try harder in the future," Andrea said as she ducked behind a closet door to slide a new pair of black thong panties on with her towel still on. She pulled a t-shirt on without bothering with a bra, allowing her to drop the towel altogether without once again exposing herself. She pulled on a clean pair of jeans, squeezing in before buttoning only the top button. She grabbed her scarf, phone, keys and jacket. "Sorry to run, but I gotta go" she said as she slipped into a pair of cloth slip-on shoes. She finished buttoning her fly only in the elevator, throwing her scarf and jacket on in time for the doors to open at the ground floor.

She checked her phone and it said the message was received 9 minutes ago, but she wasn't sure how exact that was. She saw a white van pull up and park only a moment or two later, she checked the plates and then tried for the passenger door. It was locked, so she tried the rear sliding door which opened easily. She shut the door before allowing herself to catch her breath and get her head to stop spinning. The van was divided, with the back compartment she was in being fully inaccessible from the front of the van. She saw out heavily tinted windows and a heavily tinted moonroof, but as she looked around she didn't see anyone else. The floor had dark carpeting, with two passenger seats facing backwards and one bench seat at the back facing forward. She felt her phone vibrate in her hand just as the van pulled away, conspicuously without any other passenger.

Zee: Glad to see you made it, that makes your Mistress very happy that she will not have to spend Valentine's Day with a slave who can't follow orders.

Andrea smiled. She had been so rushed she had almost forgotten entirely what day it was. Zainab had said she was busy today, and that tomorrow would be Friday and she'd be much more available then. She moaned as she felt her NESIC turn on, Zainab knew just when to play her.

Zee: There should be two boxes and a bag in the van with you. Open the box with the red ribbon, it's your first gift.

Andrea looked over and grabbed the box, untying the ribbon that was in a bow before opening it. Inside was a large brown teddy bear. It had its arms out in what looked like a hug and was made of soft but slightly scratchy material.

Zee: My assistant will take over for a while, see you soon. xoxo

"Assistant?" Andrea said looking at her phone in disbelief.

"Yes.. assistant." came a slightly female robotic voice out of the teddy bear. Andrea was startled, initially dropped the bear and letting out a slight squeak. "You'll regret that."

****

"I'm so sorry," Andrea said picking the bear back up. "You just frightened me is.."

"Quiet," the bear interrupted. "I want you to speak only when ordered to. In fact, let's start there. Open up the other box."

Andrea reached over for a box with blue ribbon on it that was significantly heavier than the other one and made a faint sound of metal clattering as she brought it over to her. She opened it up and saw it contained an assortment of bondage implements. A few locks, metal cuffs, leather hood, nipple clamps, a metal butt plug and a plain sized white ballgag.

"Put the ballgag on now, and make it tight slut I don't want to hear any more of your complaining." the bear said with a surprising amount of insistence in its voice. And from a stuffed bear, each insult carried an extra sting of humiliation that Andrea couldn't help but feel. She pulled the ball gag around her and then looked down at the bear. "Come on slut, you can make it tighter than that," the bear said followed shortly by a brief but powerful shock from her collar. She didn't realize the bear had control, and to play it safe she tightened it not one but two more notches, putting slight pressure on the sides of her lips even at the best of times.

"Very good, now put me in the far right chair and buckle me in, I want to be able to watch from there," he said. Andrea scooted over to the chair, feeling a little ridiculous to be buckling in a toy but did so anyway.

"Now strip," the bear commanded. Andrea looked out and she could see clear as day they were still on campus. the van seemed to just be slowly doing a loop. She couldn't remember any more if she could see in at all, the windows seemed tinted but she wasn't sure if that meant she was totally hidden or just mostly hidden. Her heart started to race at the thought of it. Which caused her to smile realizing that was entirely the point.

"No bra?" the bear asked as Andrea removed her shirt. She shook her head before looking around the van to figure out where best to put her clothes. "Put them all in the bag whore. You won't be needing these for a while." Andrea complied, folding the shirt crudely before placing it in the thick cloth bag that looked like it normally closed with a zipper. She unbuttoned her pants and put them away as well.

"Let me see this thong," the bear ordered. The thong was actually new, it was meant to be a kind of "mutually enjoyable" gift for Zainab. It had an accompanying bra, but in the haste Andrea had forgotten to grab it. At the front it had a light pink bow but otherwise had a rather plain black floral lace pattern. "Yes, I think your Mistress will enjoy that very much," the bear said with lust dripping from every word. "Show me what a slut you are, grind your new thong in my face"

Andrea felt the van slow down to a crawl, it was passing one of the places people waited for a shuttle, and the sidewalk was utterly filled with students. One she even recognized from one of her classes. She looked down at the bear and then slid forward, placing her crotch right in the stuffed toy's face, looking out at the students. They didn't seem to notice, but in Andrea's mind she was thinking how much of a slut she was being right in front of all of them.

"Enough, you're like a cat in heat. I could hear how wet you are without even having to feel it." Andrea knelt before its chair and sheepishly nodded her head. "Put the cuffs on now slave."

Andrea went over and grabbed the cuffs, closing them and screwing the locking pin in with an allen key that was in the box with them. The steel was cool and light, with a single D ring on each of the otherwise featureless cuffs

"Lock the bag closed," the bear said as the van finally turned off of campus roads and onto the quiet residential streets beside it. Andrea felt a moment of hesitation, but only a moment as she obediently retrieved a small lock, zipped the bag closed and placed the lock through the hasp that connected the zipper latch to the bag, insuring it couldn't be opened back up. The van pulled over in a quiet neighborhood for some unknown reason.

There were dense trees on the right side, all of course without their leaves. On the left were large houses with cars parked along both sides of the road sporadically. "Pick me up, pick the bag up, and step out of the van," the bear instructed. Andrea's heart began to race, she didn't even have her shoes with her, and if the van pulled away the bear wouldn't provide nearly enough cover to realistically be able to run back to campus without causing a very major scene. It became unthinkable when she tried to factor in the metal cuffs she wore.

"Do I need to ask my slave again?" Andrea took one more look around. She could see cars in driveways, but she couldn't see people. And while there were no houses on the right, the trees and bushes were bare allowing a sometimes clear view across the canyon of some more houses in the distance. "Andrea.. it's ok. I won't let anything happen to you."

She wasn't sure why this final reassurance from the plush animal was the tipping point, but it was. She grabbed it and her bag and opened the door of the van, stepping out onto the cold ground. She shut the door, out of habit mostly, before ducking down for what little cover she could make for herself.

"Open the front passenger door and throw the bag in. Close it behind you," the bear said in muffled words as Andrea held it tight to her chest. She opened the door, looked over to see the manual steering wheel. She could engage an override and take that van anywhere, she could take back the control and end this now. She was pretty sure with some effort she could bust the zipper open on the bag and get her clothes back. Then another thought occurred: Why?

She didn't know how much was directly Zainab and how much is some kind of mechanical autopilot, but she trusted her. She threw the bag in the front, closed the door and simply stood tall facing the van. She held up the bear, and vaguely saw the lense of a camera in one eye. She smiled from behind her gag and decided the bear deserved to be held with a better view of her nakedness. She held it up like a cell phone camera, giving it a total and complete look of her helpless form.

"Alright showoff, back in the van," the bear said, with an almost sarcastic inflection. She didn't need to be told twice this time.

****

Megan stared herself down in her room's mirror. It was getting on towards evening, and she still hadn't talked herself into deciding one way or another. She'd been having the conversation in her head for a while now.

"You should go, if you don't like it you can always leave."

"No.. but you still have next week's essay to deal with."

"Oh there's always the weekend for that. Besides it'll be good to go out somewhere."

"But wouldn't it be better to pick a time when your friends could come with you? It'd probably be a lot less intimidating."

"Yeah.. well they only have open invitation mixers every other month. And if I blow it off now what's to stop me from blowing it off then too?"

"Well if you have to spend this much time talking yourself into going, shouldn't that mean you should stay home?"

"Oh shut up, you're not helping" Megan actually said out loud. "No. I'm going. That's that. I am."

****

Andrea put the bear back in its seat and sat down in the middle of the bench seat facing it. "Spread your legs" the bear instructed. Andrea smiled from behind her gag and obeyed, sensuously running her hands down the top of her legs, putting her crotch and the pink ribbon on her panties on full display. She stopped trying to hold back the drool, allowing two small streams of it to drip out of either side of her mouth down onto her breasts. She even arched her chest forward and pointed her feet up on her toes, trying to present the sexiest possible version of herself.

"I want you to tease yourself, bring yourself close to orgasm." With that Andrea's NESIC turned up to a higher setting, providing more than enough assistance as she gently slid a finger under her panties and began to rub her clit. She made sure to keep her legs spread and stared intently at the bear whenever her eyes were open.

"Damn girl, you are not making it easy to wait," Zainab said to herself as she stared intently at the laptop showing a full screen feed from the bear. Her car was up ahead of the van but didn't provide nearly the privacy that the van did. She had to pull her hand away from her crotch as it naturally began to drift down towards it. She heard Andrea begin to moan, flexing her chest even farther out as she jostled slightly. "Moan louder, like the slut you are," Zainab typed, causing the bear to repeat it back to Andrea.

Andrea took on the assignment with gusto, moaning loudly through her gag. "That's right. You like being treated like a worthless fuck slave don't you?" The bear asked in a slightly louder voice to make up for the sound already bouncing around the van. Andrea nodded her head through her gag gave the best "yehsh Mihshtrish" she could muster.

"Mishtristh.. Mischtrish cahn hi prhese cuhm?" Andrea pleaded, hoping the bear had two way communication. She continued to rub her clit but she was getting very close. She gripped her knee hard with her free hand, trying hard to hold herself back.

"Stop what you're doing you complete slut," the bear said as the van pulled over on another quiet residential street. "I do not want you cumming yet, you haven't earned the right." Andrea pulled her wet fingers away and set them gently on her leg. Her NESIC still ran, but without a source of continued stimulation it would not get her there. "Wipe your fingers dry on your face and under your nose, I want my slave to constantly smell her pussy, reminding her that she's nothing but a sex slave."

Andrea shuddered at the humiliation. She began to rub her fingers along the top of her lip and the bottom of her nose. The smell was not so strong, but it was there and it was unmistakable. She nearly drifted her fingers back down to her crotch as she finished but opened her eyes back up and placed them instead back on her leg.

"Bend over and present your ass to me slave," the bear said. Andrea slid down onto the carpeted van floor, turned around and presented her ass to the stuffed toy like a good little slut. "Using just the drool from your ball gag, lube up that buttplug and let me watch you shove it in." Andrea took it from the box. It was metal and bulbous, about an inch and a half at its thickest before thinning out to no thicker than a pencil. With plenty of drool she lined it up, sliding it in with only a little bit of resistance. She was not a terrible fan of anal play in many respects, but simple plugs like this were the exception. She loved how naughty it made her feel and loved that extra sensation coming from her other hole.

"That's enough display whore, get back up on the seat. Grab the box, place it in front of you. Then at either side of the bench seat, you should see a short chain. I want you to lock your legs to the two sides, keeping them nice and spread." The bear said, as Andrea followed the various instructions. Next she was told to put on the nipple clamps, attaching a small weight to the chain that connected the clamps. With her piercings still in she had to bite down vertically, which always gave that extra bit of tug that she knew would hurt all the worse, but would only make her nipples extra sensitive the rest of the night.

"Look behind your seat, there should be a chain dangling from the middle. You will need to lock your wrists to it. But before you do that you must put on the seat belt and the hood, so make sure you know things well enough to lock your wrists to the chain behind the seat without the use of your eyes or the ability to move your torso." The bear said in a quick succession of instructions. Andrea looked back and saw the chain hanging plainly enough. She got out the hood, it left two holes at her nostrils but would otherwise hide every aspect of her head and leave her totally blind. She tightened the waistline seat belt, pinning her to the bench before proceeding any further.

She moved her fingers up to her neck, feeling the necklace, the collar, that said she was Zainab's. It gave her the courage to stop hesitating and put on the hood. She made sure the nostril holes lined up well before beginning to pull the laces tight, pressing the leather covering tightly around her face. She moved her fingers down to the two locks she'd left on the seat, taking one in each hand and moving her hands behind her. She quickly found the chain and worked the locks into place, locking her right hand with her left and her left hand with her right. The second click reverberated around the van, causing a slight moment of worry to try to take hold before she calmed herself and reassured herself that there was nothing any more she could do, she was only a helpless sex slave in the back of this stationary van.

****

Megan was a bundle of nerves, but she managed to strut confidently the final few blocks from the bus. As she rounded the final corner she could just barely hear the dim thump of bass from inside as a couple of guys with red glowlight necklaces opened the door to walk in. Megan couldn't help but shiver as the cold draft hit, her black halter dress was not exactly ideal for February weather. She clutched her small purse and retrieved her ID and enough money for the cover.

"First time? Haven't seen you round before," the bouncer asked as he looked over her ID.

"Yeah.. first.. first time."

"Well you picked a crazy night to start," he said as he handed back her card and took her money.

"Why? Like crazy bad?" Megan asked, suddenly letting some of her doubts come to the surface.

"You seen people tied up before? You been tied up before?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Megan nodded her head rather vigorously. "Then it won't be that crazy for you. Just these holiday parties.. sometimes it brings out the real vanilla people and their little heads just about explode. You'll probably do fine. So first are you alone or meeting someone? And second, where are you usually sub, dom, slave or switch?"

"Um.. alone. I.. and slave I guess," Megan softly and trepidatiously replied.

"Alright, come forward here for a second," he said as he pulled out a pink glow necklace. He cracked a section to turn it on and then fitted it around Megan's neck. The two sides clicked together audibly, with more than enough slack to not be restricting but just short of enough to slip off over her head. "This is your re-entry and it's color coded. Blue for sub, red for dom, pink for slave, yellow for switch. Any other color means they aren't looking for anyone new, generally those people skip the more public mixers but there are a few in there.. Still with me?" the bouncer asked as Megan's eyes seemed to gloss over.

"Oh.. yeah. Yeah sounds good, I'm excited," Megan lied. Well, at least lied a little. She had spent the entire trip here psyching herself up. She'd been thinking how much fun it could be for the last few days since she set it as a target to try and do. But right now, walking through the first set of doors, excited was more than a bit of a lie.

Just beyond the second pair of doors was a bar, though there didn't seem to be too many people at it. To the left were a series of couches, padded tables and seats. People sat around nursing their drinks and chatted. Some in various states of undress and some in various states of bondage. To the right was a small smattering of dungeon equipment. Most of them being used and many of them with curious onlookers.

Megan slowly began walking to the right, taking small deliberative steps. She was particularly transfixed by the woman that was most central who wore nothing at all. Her hands were tied with rope to a bar that hung from the ceiling. She was hovering off the ground with another bar forcing her to keep her legs spread. She was slowly spinning as well, showing off the many red marks she had obviously been accruing for some time. The few watching gave the man with her enough space to not get hit themselves as he whipped the girl.

The girl had a bar of some kind in her mouth, and as the whip cracked against her skin she screamed into it, but there was no strap holding it in. If she simply opened her jaw it would fall to the floor. The screams were not the sounds of someone being tortured though, they were closer to the kind of sound you might make when getting a particularly good massage to a particularly sore spot. A drop of pain allowing for a sea of pleasure. When the next blow struck, the whip wrapped around her torso causing her eyes to go wide and was followed by her jostling and coiling her feet.

"Would you like to try something like that?" a man wearing a red necklace asked as he walked up to Megan from behind her. He was no taller than she was and had a face of even stubble. "Do you like pain, slave?"