to join a circus

Hannah passed a mustachioed man coming back from her morning jog. She didn't think much of him, so she didn't notice how his eyes stared at her body in her sports bra and running shorts.

The next morning, he pressed a chloroform cloth to her nose when she ran next to him. She was knocked out and so didn't feel him stripping her naked, throwing her in the back of his covered pick up truck, or binding her hands and feet. The journey was hazy in her mind. Was it hours or days on the road? Did the truck sway with the waves?

She awoke nude but unbound in a small cabin on a super-yacht. The mustachioed man was there, wearing a tophat and tails.

"What's going on? Who are you?" she asked, spreading her travel-sore legs.

"Welcome to the International Waters Circus, Hannah! I am your circus master, Arnold."

"Why did you kidnap me?"

"You, dear Hannah, are a natural contortionist. I can tell by your legs and the shape of your body that you were born to bend in incredible ways. I will train you to do world class splits and apply them with droll party tricks like licking your own pussy. You will perform nude for an audience of the world's billionaires, princes, and the idle rich!"

"That's insane," Hannah protested.

"I'm afraid you have ****. I will train you to lick your own pussy, whether you prefer the easy way or the hard way. You might as well enjoy it."

With that, Arnold left her locked in the cabin. After a minute, Hannah desperately started to search for any kind of porthole she could use to escape, or even clothes she could cover herself with.