Breakfast and A Change of Scenery...

Hannah lost herself alone in the dark in the middle of the ocean, her bed rocking almost imperceivably with the swells of the waves. Her only company the buzzing vibrator, her own feet behind her head and her glistening needy pink pussy pushed right in front of her eyes.

She didn’t sleep, but her mind still wandered, lost in a swirling sea of arousal, fear, confusion and shame.

She wasn’t meant to be tied up naked like this - she was meant to be normal.

She was meant to have finished a day at work at the bank, gone home to feed her cat, gone out with her friends… She’d had tickets to a gig that weekend… had she already missed it? Would her friends go without her? Were they looking for her? Was anyone?

Hannah stared at her quivering needy clit, her eyes drifting in and out of focus as she tried not to think about what the people that had kidnapped her were capable of. A floating freak-show on a mega-yacht, who’s every customer was a billionaire – if anyone could make someone disappear, it was surely them.

The buzzing from her pussy never stopped. It never stopped vibrating; shaking maddeningly right in front of her eyes. Teasing her, tormenting her from a pussy she’d never be allowed to cover again. A pussy, her pussy, that she’d never felt so close to before… never looked at with such intimate attention before she was now **** to. There was nothing else for her to see, to hear, to smell.

She whimpered, wriggling her feet behind her head with what little movement her aching joints and **** bondage allowed. Bare toes flexing - exposed forever. She loved shoes - High dressy stilettos, comfy sneakers, slippers, sandals… She’d never wear them again. She was going to be kept naked, she was going to be kept barefoot, she was going to be **** to join this sick circus.

She wasn't flexible? Was she? She'd never done anything like this before and she was shocked, even horrified at the poses Brielle had **** her into... Is Arnold right?

Hannah moaned, half in grief at the normal life she’d lost and half from the endless, torturous arousal.

With her limbs bound in this bizarre human knot Hannah’s very sense of what her body even was drifted in and out of focus, her mind unable to process the reality that her feet were not where they were meant to be.

She lost all sense of time passing.

When the locks on the cabin door clicked again the blond couldn’t help but let out a startled, helpless gasp, a moan of heat and humiliation that wrenched itself from her lips.

Hannah whimpered as Daisy stepped back into the room, her outfit unchanged from the day before. Her four jiggling breasts bouncing as she strutted in her hooved boots, her eyes bright and wide with glee as she stared hungrily at Hannah’s exposed ass and pussy.

Not her... please not her!

“Good Moooo-rning sleepy head!” Daisy beamed, her cow bell clanging as she moved closer to Hannah’s ‘bed’.

Hannah tried to wriggle in place, mortified at the view Daisy had of her most intimate places. How exposed and **** she was like this, her pussy served up on a platter for the demented cow-girl’s eyes. Worse, she didn’t know if she wanted the girl to free her or touch her clit… to make her cum…

Just make the buzzing stop!

“Did you sleep well?” Daisy said brightly, eliciting a helpless moan from the bound girl as she ran a teasing finger over the burning hot skin of Hannah’s naked ass.

“pp-ppleeaaaase!” Hannah moaned, unable to find the words to finish the sentence – stop… untie me… stop the vibrator… touch my clit… let me sleep… let me go!

“Please what Darlin?” Daisy’s voice was playful but laced with something sadistic and Hannah could only gasp, desperately, as she watched the cow-girls fingernails digging painfully into her **** ass.

“I know it’s hard for ya to speak right,” Daisy continued, walking her fingers teasingly over the surface of Hannah’s ass and her humming wet pussy; her fingertips changing the buzzing with every ‘step’, “With a mouth that’s made for eatin this…”

Daisy’s fingertips reached where the tip of the vibrator stuck out of her quivering wet lips and pressed down with a sigh. Hannah moaned, in shame and unwanted need, as she felt herself held painfully on the edge of the orgasm her body had yearned for all night.

Please!

“Oh well…” Without warning Daisy’s fingers pulled the buzzing pink vibe free from Hannah’s dripping sex.

“W-w-w-waittttt…!” The bound girl moaned louder, gasping helplessly for air as she tried to wriggle, to struggle, to do anything she could to get the release she so desperately wanted.

Daisy turned the vibrator off and Hannah panted, stifling a sob - the orgasm she so desperately wanted being so cruelly stolen from her was almost physically painful.

“No time for that darlin” Daisy pouted patronisingly, “I bought you breakfast!”

Before Hannah could react or really recover, Daisy placed another silver dish on her naked compressed breasts, barely an inch from her mouth. The dry cereal it contained made Hannah’s stomach turn – It was only her second ‘meal’ but she already felt a pang of fear that they would keep feeding her like this; bound, bent out of shape, and always inches from her own dripping pussy…

Hannah whimpered when, without warning, Daisy leant across her and, taking her two ‘upper’ nipples in her fingertips, started to milk herself into the dish.

“D-d-daisy… please…” Hannah moaned closing her eyes and shifting her hips as much as she could in her **** position, her voice was hoarse, breathless from a night of sleepless moaning, “P-Please stop… please untie me… please…”

“Eat Darlin” Daisy commanded, her voice quivering with pleasure as she sprayed a final jet of milk into the dish, “Then I can untie you from the wall… and then you’re going…” she stopped herself with a dopey grin, “well, you’ll find out…”

Hannah wasn’t sure how long she lay there with the wet cereal in front of her mouth, her overheated, over used pussy just inches away, throbbing, pleading needily for an orgasm that was only getting further and further away.

Reluctantly, eventually, she relented. If it meant she could finally get out of this humiliating position, Hannah would do it – what choice did she have? Sticking out her tongue she ate her humiliating breakfast, constantly hyper-aware of the cow-girl staring at her.

When she was done Daisy removed the bowl and Hannah groaned, panting, her every muscle straining, “P-p-please… Daisy… I did what you said… please let me up?”

She wriggled her bare feet again in a helpless, pitiful attempt at begging.

Daisy said nothing, instead, she reached above Hannah’s head, and the girl felt a click, and then something shift. Her ankles, no longer bound to the wall of the cabin sunk a millimetre and Hannah found herself rolling slightly backwards, further raising her needy pussy into the air. Stranger, she almost felt like the rolling of the waves suddenly grew stronger, as though her bed had… moved?

“I said I’d untie you from the wall Darlin’… I didn’t say I’d let you up…” Daisy giggled.

“W-w-what?” Hannah choked back another gasping sob, “Please! Daisy! You can’t keep me like this!”

She could only watch, horrified as Daisy reached into the dresser and pulled out a blindfold.

“W-w-what’s that for? Daisy? What’s that for?” Hannah moaned, frantically tugging at her cuffs even as the cowgirl brought the blindfold down around her defenceless head and plunged Hannah into darkness.

“Shhhh, settle down now Darlin’” Daisy’s voice soothed, and Hannah tensed as she felt a dancing pair of fingertips against her overheated pussy again. “We’re going somewhere you can… relax… but Arnold can’t have you seein’ the rest of our home… not yet…”

With that, the fingertips withdrew and Hannah yelped, gasping as she felt the strange rubber platform she was resting on unclick from the wall and start to move. Daisy was pushing it like a trolley, rolling the bed on hidden wheels towards the cabin door… taking Hannah’s naked, blindfolded, bound and panicked form with it…