The Couple Discovers Their New Fate

By the time the truck arrived, it was night. Several hours had passed for Elana and Amy, who were confined within it, and both were now totally soaked in their own juices. The truck rumbled to a stop after what seemed an eternity, and cracked open one eye. Her lower legs were trembling, and her body felt hot. She was stretched out, unable to hide herself as the door cracked open. She blinked in the sudden light from the lamps outside, her eyes now used to the darkness.

"This is them?" Said a voice. "These are the two chicks that have been made into slaves?"

"That's them." Said someone else, and two men stepped into the carriage. One of them, the leading one, was of slim build. He had dark grey hair, and green eyes, a beard of stubble adorned his face, and his eyes roamed across them both. Elana tried to shield herself, but could not, the cuffs which tied her hands and legs to the ceiling and floor bound her tightly. She breathed quickly, the man moving towards her, his presence making her sweat. Though, in all honestly, she was sweaty already. The trip had not been kind to either woman, the constant vibrations of their journey assailing their bodies, tormenting them, ceaselessly stimulating them. Elana had spent what felt like hours hanging from the chains, her own weight forcing the dildo further into her folds. She'd spent time trying to stand on her heels, to drag herself up, and away from it, but after a while, she'd simply been too tired, and by inches, it had invaded her pussy. She was aware of how bedraggled she had to look right now, her chest heaving, the damp patch under where she stood so very obvious. Her hair messy. She gasped, looking towards the man.

He reached out, brushing one against against her breasts. She shivered, feeling his fingers working into her skin, then he twisted her nipple, making her arch her back in surprise and pain, his fingers toyed with her nipple ring, pulling it uncomfortably before releasing it.

Then, he turned his gaze to Amy. She was much worse than Elana had been. Elana had been teased a little bit, and made to cum once back in the police station. But Amy had been tortured, forced to control herself, made to endure waves of stimulation. In the truck, she'd finally lost control, climaxing again and again, her soft moans, in tune with the driving of the truck, had sent shivers up and down Elana's spine. Now, she was hanging, her legs spread, her pussy soaking, and her head down, her hair falling over her face. She was gasping for air, the motion showing off her breasts, and her engorged nipples. Amy's breasts were small, but her piercings drew the eye to them, especially now she had more rounded, ring piercings as opposed to her original barbell design.

Elana felt naked. Vulnerable, unable to cover herself, unable to hide her womanhood as the man looked at her again. A thrill raced through her as well, though. The same thrill she had known before, when she did this last. The idea of total helplessness, that he could do anything to her, and she couldn't resist, it made her heart beat faster. Moments like this made her feel alive, even if she was also drowning in her own helplessness. She was torn, in two minds. Was she enjoying this? Or was this a torment? Was it both? Could it be both?

"They're both good choices." The man said. "Red heads, eh? I guess whoever choose 'em had a fetish."

"They're a couple, apparently." Said the other man.

"Really now?" Said the first. "They're lesbians?"

"Bi." The man said. "According to the report, that one-" he gestured to Amy "-has had boyfriends before. The government did their research. Whereas this one," he pointed to Elana, "is not recorded as having such, but we don't know for sure."

"Hmmm." The first man said.

He moved over, stepping closer to Elana, until they were almost touching. Elana shivered, feeling his presence so close to her sensitive skin. He was examining her closely, looking at every inch of her body. His grin was lecherous, making her feel that she was just a piece of meat to him. Subconsciously, she tried to shift, to hide herself as best she could, but she was bound too well, too tightly. All she could do was shudder, shudder and endure his gaze which lingered across her naked body. The way he glanced at her thighs, followed the curve of her body to her womanhood, the way he grinned as he noticed the shaft which had penetrated her, and how soaking it now was.

Elana stiffened, gasping as he ran a finger down the line of her slit, brushing along her pussy. The feeling, after so long with the pole, was hard to describe. She breathed a curse, surprising herself by just how sensitive she had become. She bucked, and tried to writhe away, but he just chuckled, his fingers entering her slowly, forcing her to endure the feeling of invasion. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't move, she was trapped in place. The only thing she could think of as the man toyed with her was that she was glad Amy was not currently aware of this, still caught in the daze of her own torment.

After a moment, the man seemed content, he withdrew his hand from her folds, and nodded to the other guy. He then stepped forward, a key in his hands. Elana felt her shackles undone, and as soon as she could, she staggered off the metal phallus, feeling it dripping, her mound felt sticky with overuse, and her lower lips were engorged. She gasped, trying to catch her breath, and sinking to her knees, finally able to rest her legs and hands.

"Not a bad position for you." The first man said. "I think we'll get along well. You're Elana, right?"

"Y-yes..." Elana said, looking up at him. "W-who are you?"

"I'm your new master." The man said. "I paid for you both, and now you work for me until you pay off your debt. Too bad, two of you have quite a lot of that, so we'll be working together for a while."

He smirked.

"We'll get started tomorrow. But for now, the two of you are probably pretty tired. Take them to their room."

The other man nodded, he unlocked Amy in the same way, and she collapsed forwards, weak from the trip. Elana reached out, grabbing her and helping her stand. Amy was shuddering, her skin felt so hot. Her breast pressed into Elana's naked side, eliciting a flash of arousal.

"Are you okay?" Elana asked her, concerned.

"I..." Amy licked her lips. "I think I am literally out of fucks..."

She shook her head, trying to work some life back into it.

"I'm fine. Give me a second, and I'll be able to walk. That was just...fuck that trip..."

"Yeah..." Elana giggled a little bit.

The man led them out of the truck, and into the dark night. Elana looked around, ignoring the cold against her naked skin, and the feel of Amy's body pressed so closely to her own. They were in a car park, before them, a large building. It looked like it had once been an office building of some kind, though she doubted it was still used for that purpose now. It looked run down and empty, though there were some lights on, so it probably did have some purpose. The two men escorted them towards the gate. Elana looked around, seeing nothing familiar at all. The cold touch of the air vied against her hot skin, and she wondered if she could run, but if she did, where would she go? And she couldn't exactly go far with Amy here. The feeling of helplessness that she had felt before was returning now, but sharper, with teeth to it. She shivered a little, feeling the tremors run up her spine.

Was she a bad person for enjoying this sort of thing? For getting Amy into it as well? Maybe... but she hoped not. She'd made sure that Amy knew what she was getting into, and the two of them could get out of it at any time. They could summon the rulebook and change things back, make it so no one remembered. There was no real danger. They were just having fun.

Last time, things had spiralled out of control, though. Elana remembered it well. She'd gotten lost in her fantasy, and lost control of the situation. Even if she was enjoying this, she knew she couldn't let that happen again. For Amy's sake as well as for her own.

So thinking, she turned towards the office building and allowed the men to herd her, she supported Amy with one arm, though her girlfriend was quickly getting her strength back. The two women walking hand in hand, as if reassuring themselves with their proximity.

The building was indeed an old office structure. Elana had worked in an office for quite a few years, and recognised it as soon as they walked through the gates. There was a reception on the bottom floor, as well as a lift and a set of stairs leading them up. There was a doorway behind the desk, and a hallway leading deeper into the network of corridors and rooms that made up the first floor. It was clear though that extensive work was being done on the place; wires were everywhere, and people were working quickly to patch them; the hallways were full of objects and items, and some of them seemed like they didn't even fit in an office at all. There were house plants, and there were medical machines. They passed a rack of uniforms, and they were not even all of the same type! School uniforms were mixed with nurse's uniforms, and army uniforms, all hanging together! Cameras were being moved from place to place, and powerful lights were being conveyed through the building.

Most people were so busy, they didn't even look up as the two naked women were herded through the halls. A few of them did, and Elana felt her cheeks heat up as they glanced at her, or grinned, or waved. Some of them reached out to touch her, running their fingers along her sides, or even her breasts, and making her shudder. After what seemed like an eternity, they were brought to a small room in the back of the building, it was a former office, but seemed a lot more solid than others they had passed. The first man waved them through, and they stumbled into the office. Elana could see that blankets had been piled into the corner, and other doors had been sealed off. It was nicer looking than where they had stayed in the police station, but it was still without a doubt, a cell.

"My name is Henry." The man said, speaking to them properly at last. "Like I said, I am the one who bought the two of you. Or at least, your time. The two of you are pretty beat, so I'm going to let you rest tonight. Actually, I can't do anything yet anyway, until the props are in place. I just wanted to run you through the basics. From now on, you work for me, got it? You do what I tell you, and you don't ask questions. You'll be fed and cared for, though not paid directly - anything you earn will go towards your debt. Tomorrow, we'll get to work. We're going to be filming together."

"You're making porn." Amy said flatly.

"Mature erotica." Henry corrected.

"Starring us." Elana added.

"That's right." Henry nodded. "The two of you don't need to be paid and can't say no. What can I say? I saw a chance and I took it." He chuckled. "We'll get to work tomorrow. Then, we'll see how this goes. If everything is good, we could release multiple videos! That is...unless you intend to make things hard?"

"N-no..." Elana said, lowering her gaze, her heart thumping. "We don't really have much of a choice, do we?"

"I suppose not..." Amy said reluctantly, the look on her face hard to discern. "You're going to make us have sex for the camera?"

"Absolutely." Henry laughed. "Red-heads, lesbians, and slaves? You're hitting a ton of fetishes already! The two of you are going to make a ton of money, but don't worry. The more you make, the sooner you get out of all of this, so really, we're all on the same side, ain't we?"

He smirked, the look made Elana shudder, and she knew they very much were not on the same side.

"I'll see the two of you tomorrow." He said, turning around and closing the door. After a moment, there was a very faint but firm click as it locked.

The two of them were trapped.