9. The transport cage
Jessica was walking along the beach to kill an hour before supper and enjoying
some rare solitude, and she was deep in thought. She sat down and leant back
against a convenient placed whipping post, and looked out across the sand to the
shimmering sea and the clear blue sky.
After five days living with the bunnies on the beach Jessica had almost settled
into their routine. She scarcely even noticed her handcuffs, collar and chain!
Kelly was right, if she needed her hands, one of the other bunnies could always
help her. It's amazing how the most absurd circumstances can start to feel
normal given enough time and a few repetitions. She was eating well, sleeping
well and was learning more about making out with women that she ever wanted to
know.
She began to think that her cruel regime of cold, hunger, severe restraints and
punishment she suffered during her week at the Lodge had been designed to made
the life of a bunny on the beach seem pleasant by comparison. Perhaps that was
the idea, she thought, to make the bunnies feel grateful for what they had!
There was another problem: Her libido was stronger than she had ever known, as
if being deliberately nurtured. She was getting too much 'into' things. A
kidnapped girl like her should be hatching escape plans not thinking about
whether to become a milkmaid! She had decided to get a grip on herself and
figure a few things out.
How many days had she been away from home? And how had she ended up here? She
cast her mind back a couple of weeks...
It was supposed to have been a wonderful two week vacation from her job as a
speech therapist - her first holiday as an independent adult and first time ever
out of the USA: A trip to Thailand to meet up with a college friend, Nancy, who
was backpacking around the world. They had been making the arrangements for
months as Nancy travelled around Asia, using Internet cafes to log into
chatrooms where they would agree their itinerary.
After the long flight from JFK via London she arrived at Bangkok feeling pretty
good, having slept well on last leg of the journey. It was just 7 a.m. when she
cleared customs.
Amongst the crowds at the arrivals gate she was surprised to see a man holding a
neatly written sign with her name on it.. Nancy was supposed to meet her, but
the man said she was ill in bed with a stomach upset, and had asked the hotel to
send a driver for her. It all seemed so plausible!
Jessica chatted amiably to the driver while trying to take in the urban sprawl
of Bangkok, and he proudly pointed out various temples and other landmarks. Her
first trip to a foreign land, and she was wide-eyed. Even as a native of
cosmopolitan New York she could feel the onset of culture shock as she gazed out
of the tinted windows of the big air-conditioned Lexus.
The car approached a junction and the driver pointed to two smartly dressed
local men on the street corner.
"These guys work at the hotel, I have to collect them", he said casually, as if
pointing out another landmark. The men got in both doors, leaving Jessica in the
middle seat. Moments later, before Jessica had even registered her perilous
predicament one of the men jabbed a hypodermic needle into her bare arm.
Later that day Jessica was flown out of Thailand, drugged, bound and crated-up
on a small privately registered plane.
She woke up during that flight, and judging by the stacked up boxes of food,
wine and all kinds of general supplies that surrounded her, she knew this wasn't
first class. Also, she was chained naked inside a small cage, so it probably
wasn't even economy.
Jessica had been fixed within the cage in what could accurately be described as
doggy style, which had never been her favourite position, and that was about the
size of the cage. Unfortunately for her, the various fixtures of the cage
obliged her to stay in her doggy position. Her wrists and ankles were
leather-cuffed and connected to their respective bottom corners of the cage. Her
hands could feel a vinyl covered cushioning at the bottom of the cage but it
didn't look like she would be making any use of it.
Bars going through the sides were fixed directly underneath her belly and
armpits, and worst of all one in front of her throat. That one actually had a U
shaped section of round steel that went around her neck and was fixed the bar
running in front of her throat. This meant she was facing forward rather than
down.
A different method had been employed to stop her from resting her bum back on
her heels. She was 'enough of this world' to know what a dildo was, and knew
that there was large one fully inside her. But there was obviously something
else going on back there; a cool metal rod was poked well up into her rectum.
These were both attached to steel rods that were clamped onto the thick bars at
the back of the cage. Her nipples were clamped with chains pulling them towards
a fastening point at the bottom front of the cage.
To complete her arrangement, her mouth was invaded by another dildo which was
clamped to the front bars.
Two men walked through from the front of the airplane and were studying their
caged female. Americans! Treacherous bastards, betraying one of their own!
"I don't like it at all", said one with a shake of his head.
"I think it's okay, and more versatile than the previous one", said the other
man.
"No, it's simply too big. Our regular cage is only half the size of this one and
still does the job. It's a coincidence having a new girl arriving at the same
time as the delivery of the new design of cage! "We can be the first to try out
all the gadgets that came with it. Have you figured out the food delivery system
yet?"
"Yeah, it's pretty easy. We've got a few starter packs of this cum-tasting
formula. Do you want to taste it?" The other man recoiled in horror. "What, you
want me to kill my own father?"
"Once these packets are used up we'll have to make our own. The recipe's in the
box.... I've filled the delivery cartridge with it, so now we just slot that
inside the front of the dildo and flick the switch." He did exactly that and
waited.
He bent down and was almost face to face with the helpless Jessica. "Are you
hungry?", he asked her slowly, as if he thought she was stupid.
Skewered as she was by the dildo in her mouth, she could barely move her head,
even nod to him, but her guttural grunt was taken for a yes.
"OK, you little bitch, it says in the instructions you should move your lips up
and down the penis, squeezing gently, until you get a little reward. I'm sure
you've done it before!"
She was very hungry so had little option but to play along with it. She squeezed
and sucked, moving her mouth forward and backward along the soft plastic dildo
as much as the steel fitting around her neck would allow. Nothing seemed to
happen. She was close to giving up when she felt something squirt into her
throat. She swallowed the little 'reward' gratefully.
She was soon sucking away with confidence trying to get some more, when
suddenly, owww!, there was a powerful electrical jolt in her rectum, causing her
to make a weird screaming noise, more like a loud squeek, behind the dildo. Even
the cage shook a little!
"What the hell was that?", one of the men asked
The other was bent over in hysterical laughter and took a couple of seconds to
regain his composure. "That's what happens if she bites down on the thing! Isn't
that great?"
Nice of the bastards to warn her in advance - thought Jessica. She knew it was
going to take some effort to get what she needed from that thing in her mouth.
The men soon got bored of Jessica's show, and with two more hours of flying to
go and it was time to snatch some rest. But for Jessica they had planned some
in-fight entertainment: One of the men opened the top lid of the cage and placed
a standard passenger sleeping mask over her eyes.
Shortly after that, the dildo in her vagina came gradually to life. Instead of
merely vibrating like the one she had at home, this one felt like it was also
slowly moving in and out of her with about a two inch stroke. Despite the noise
of the airplane she could still hear an insistent humming from the device. It
became difficult for her to think of anything except its movement within her. It
felt oddly pleasant, insistent, invasive, persuasive, but not painful. There was
no point in fighting the inevitable. As another small jet of cum-food hit her
throat she realised that the ministrations of the vaginal dildo was actually
helping her to extract her food from that insane feeding device. Even the gentle
tug of the nipple clamps as she rocked ever-so-slightly back and forward was
contributing to her arousal.
She soon discovered that dildo in her vagina was on a random timer. It would run
for a while then stop for a while, then run again. This merely served to
stimulate Jessica's imagination. She was grateful for the blindfold. In
Jessica's mind the airplane had somehow been replaced by luxurious
marble-floored mansion. She was the beautiful slut lover favoured by many of
Hollywood's biggest male stars. Over the next hour most of Hollywood's
heartthrobs had either fucked her or been sucked off by her. She had never had
so many orgasms in her life!
"Somebody's having a good time!", called out on the men on the plane. He looked
down into Jessica's cage. She was still wriggling and moaning in a blacked out
world of her own. Shit, he almost felt jealous of her!
"Excuse me, young madam, you horny little bitch! Ten minutes to landing! At this
time all electronic equipment should be switched off, blindfolds removed and
your trays stowed in the upright position."
***
Jessica woke with a start from her ten minute snooze on the beach. Daydreaming
about her time in that cage had made her cunt moist and in need of attention.
Instinctively her hands tried to reach around and scratch her itch but the
handcuffs meant they failed as always. She kicked the sand in frustration. Never
mind, at least she had been on the winning football team today, and Hannah was
on the losers team. That evening would be a good time to find out if Hannah was
as talented as everybody said.
"Concentrate!", she told herself. She was supposed to be working out how to
escape from the Island not daydreaming.
Jessica figured that her kidnapping was around two weeks ago. That meant her
'vacation' was at an end and she would be reported missing from work. Perhaps
her captors only planned to keep her for the duration of her holiday? Not
likely! She somehow knew this adventure had still only just begun.
What had happened to Nancy? Why didn't she meet her at the airport?Once again
Jessica went through the events in her mind. If Nancy wasn't at the airport to
meet her, then maybe she had also fallen foul of her kidnappers. Jessica stared
out at the ocean and prayed that her oldest friend was still alive.
She had to get away from this place, not just for her sake but to find Nancy as
well. But where to start? She needed to know more about this island, and that
night at supper she planned to ask some serious questions.
to be continued...
