Awake to confusion.

When I came round again I found myself lying in a bed in a small room. I moved experimentally expecting to find myself restrained, but to my surprise found that I was not. My pussy stung from the severe use it had experienced and I winced as I sat up and carefully examined the room and it's contents. The bed I lay naked upon was unmade, just a simple mattress. At my feet was some clothing. There was no other furniture in the room and the walls were bare, with only a small round window and a door. As I noted the window a realisation came to me. Since awaking I had felt motion, but at first had dismissed it as dizzyness and nausea from my ordeal. The window was a porthole, and the motion was that of a ship.

"What the hell?" I muttered angrily.

I got up gingerly, flinching at the pain from my sore cunt. I lurched to the porthole and looked out. A flat expanse of sea was all there was, without even a distant glimpse of land. I tried the door and was unsurprised to find it locked. I sat back down on the bed and picked up the clothing.

There was a leather corset, a loose black miniskirt, a pair of kneehigh black spikeheeled boots and black stockings. Lastly there was a black collar with shiny chrome studs and a series of D rings. I sat and thought for a minute or two, but no inspiration came to me.

"ok, I guess you'll have camaras watching me." I thought aloud. "I'm guessing you're waiting for me to get dressed before revealing whatever is to happen next."

I got dressed, attempting to appear unafraid for whoever might be observing me. The clothing fitted as if it was made to measure. Though there were no panties the bottom of the corset had garter straps attached that fitted to the stockings. The choice of clothing was confusing as it was more the choice for a dominatrix than a ****. Though I would probably have included panties and left out the collar if I had chosen the outfit. I stood and waited once I had finished dressing. Confirming my suspicions that I was under observation within a couple of minutes I heard footsteps outside the door and then the sound of a key in the lock.

"Come in." I called out, as if whoever was entering needed my permission.

There were two of them, a man and a woman. The woman was dressed identically to me, save for the fact that a coiled whip, and a set of handcuffs were strapped to belt on her hips. She was tall and blonde, with her hair in a long single braid. She was also quite beautiful, slim hipped and long legged with large breasts pushed up by her corset. The man wore only leather trousers and boots, though again a whip and cuffs were hung from a belt. He was large with a broad muscled chest and clearly defined six pack of muscles on his stomach. Each carried a handheld stungun and looked at me warily as if expecting resistance.

"You will come with us." The woman said with a scandanavian accent.

I nodded, though they had made no threats the ready stunguns made it clear that this was a command rather than a question. The woman went into the passageway and the man motioned for me to follow her with a jerk of his stunner. I held my head high and unhurriedly followed his instruction, he fell in behind me. They led me through the ship and up some stairs. The next deck up was better furnished, with wooden panelling on the walls and painting hung. I glanced at these as I passed. Each depicted a similar theme, romanesque scenes of orgies and gladiatorial contests involving semi-nude or naked women. At last we reached a large wooden door, the woman knocked politely and waited until a mans voice called for her to enter.

"Inside." The brute behind me urged, the first word he had spoken.

Behind the door was a large room. It was furnished in the roman style and looked as though it could be an opulent villa set from some historical movie. A man and a women dressed in roman garb relaxed on chaise lounges, beside each was a kneeling young woman dressed only in a leather collar and sandals. These women each held a bowl and as I watched fed grapes to the reclining couple.

"Ahh, so here you are at last Miss Smith." The man said and smiled broadly. "Would you care for a grape?"