The Night Before

Claire felt good.

No, wait, that wasn’t right. Claire felt amazing. The lights and sounds of the party engulfed her, the music moving through her body the way she moved through the crowd of people. Dressed slightly slutty, though certainly conservative, her outfit drew eyes – skin tight leather leggings and a boob window that gave a taste but not a full display of the goods, to be sure. Claire couldn’t quite recall how she’d heard about the party – was it through Benji’s cousin Francis, who heard from Ben Marburg? Or had it been Judy’s brother’s girlfriend Hillary who’d heard from Isabel Ysidro?

A small, nagging voice in the back of Claire’s head spoke the truth, ”Does it matter?”

It didn’t. Who gave a shit? They weren’t here to care about all of that, they were here to get fucked up, get laid, and just have some fun! Claire smiled at the thought, letting her hand wrap around an errant Solo cup, then knocking back the whole fruity concoction in a single go. The first drink of many, Claire found herself swaying to the beat of the music, happy, laughing like it wasn’t just some effect of drink after drink after drink. How long would she be there? How long would she last? Who cared. Did it matter?

Even as she set her drink down, stumbling off for a time, then coming back to it, the little voice niggling in the back of Claire’s head couldn’t help but chime in, the bitter taste of fruit juice, liquor, and...something that she couldn’t quite describe mixed together in her mouth before she swallowed, the last words she could remember afterwards running through her head.

”It’ll be fine.”

The Morning After

The needling of an incandescent bulb stirred Claire awake. The young woman’s vision was...bleary, her joints ached. Claire groaned, the feeling of...cold biting into her skin, drawing her head up to take a look for the noise. Claire misjudged the force needed, and quickly she found herself rebuked by a chain – the loud clunk of a chain preventing Claire from moving her head much past floor level. A throbbing headache drilled into her skull, the yellow hue of the archaic bulb cast over the concrete room. Claire tried to yank – but to no avail. Around Claire’s neck, a cold, crude steel collar was snugly into place, a short, heavy iron chain keeping her from being able to rise further.

That, however, was the least of her problems.

Claire was nude, her legs bound together tightly with rope, her arms tied behind her back and attached to something, but she couldn’t see it. Whatever she was bound to, it was certainly sturdy...the feeling of a large ball gag, her jaw screaming as she tried to see, well...anything.

The truth is, though her last night of fun had ended...the nightmare had only just begun.

Hey there everyone! First things first, as you can see I've left some stuff fairly vague other than where our story starts. Who are you? Well, that's up in the air! You could be an opportunist who saw an opening to claim a young woman for your own, you could be a group of people who have been following Claire for some time, or you can just come with an idea!

DO NOT RESPOND WITH AN IMMEDIATE CONTINUATION OF THE PROMPT. YOU WILL BE IGNORED.

I want to discuss the prompt, and hash things out with you beforehand.

Some Kinks: Gangbang, Non-Con, Heavy BDSM, Rough Sex (Choking, Slapping, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Face Fucking, etc.), D/s, Petplay (leashes, collars), Humiliation, Objectification, Body Mod (Limited to Tatts/Brands, Piercings), Black Tears, among others.

Limits: Scat, Watersports, Snuff, Sounding, Vore