Hannah's Nude Home

The cabin was tiny, cramped and bare despite its luxury look. It was hardly bigger than a walk-in closet, and Hannah searched it frantically for a way out... For clothes... For anything that would help her escape the insanity of the situation.

The 'cabin' door was locked tight and seemingly sealed shut. To her right and running the 'length' of the cabin was a kind of bed / chair which was barely 4 feet long and made of soft rubber like a yoga mat. It was bereft of sheets or pillows or anything she could use to cover herself.

To her left was a small dresser and a sliding door which opened to reveal a tiny toilet and sink below a shower head. It was the smallest wet room Hannah had ever seen.

****, she opened the dresser drawers, though she instantly wished she hadn't. Each one was filled with a collection of restraints, cuffs and straps who's purpose she desperately didn't want to think about.

Hannah slammed the last drawer closed in humiliated frustration. There were no towels. No sheets. No clothes. The naked blonde hugged herself fearfully.

She'd been kidnapped. Stripped. And that man wanted her to become some perverted performing contortionist?!

Reluctantly she gazed down at her bare legs and body, flexing her toes against the soft rubber floor. She wasn't a contortionist! The very idea was completely insane!

And still his words kept echoing back to her... I'm going to train you to lick your own pussy...

Hannah bit her lip.

A small porthole, no larger than a dinner plate sat high on the wall behind her, the light it cast shifting from bright sunlit white to dulled aquamarine as waves lapped against it. Hannah wasn't stupid, she knew even if she found a way to break the reinforced glass it was far too small for her to escape through, and the room would likely flood.

She was trapped.

Would her friends and family be out looking for her? What hope would anyone have of ever finding her on a boat in the middle of the ocean?!

Reluctantly Hannah moved to the closed cabin door and leant her ear against it, **** for any clue, any sound of what lay beyond.

She could just make out some distant melody, though it was so faint and muffled she couldn't even tell what genre or instrument was playing. And then she heard voices... And laughter... And... Applause?

Oh god.

"HELLO?! HELP ME!" Hannah yelled at the sealed seam if the door. "ANYONE?! PLEASE! LET ME GO!"

Hannah wasn't sure how long she spent banging desperately on the door, yelling for help. But there was no reply. Nothing but the distant melody and the gentle rocking of the ship until she was too exhausted to shout any more.

The light from the porthole had faded to a purple sunset when the door to her cabin clunked open.

Hannah scrambled to the furthest corner of the small 'bed' pulling her knees up to her naked chest protectively as Arnold strode back into the room, his polished ringmasters boots gleaming.

"Ah, my newest star! I trust you're finding your quarters comfortable?" He asked with an amiable smile that made Hannah's toes curl. "I hope this will do for now... Until you can fit in something smaller..."

"P-p-please let me go... I need to go home... I need clothes!"

"Ah ah ah" Arnold waved a gloved finger, "Clothes are in your past, the sooner you get used to that the better. All you need to worry about from now on is your... Performance"

The maniacal ringmaster held up his hands theatrically as he said the word.

"Y-y-you can't do this to me!" Hannah pleaded angrily, stomping one of her bare heels, "This is insane! You can't keep me naked! I'm not an animal!"

Arnold twirled his moustache, "No, you're a contortionist. My contortionist."

"I am not a contortionist!" Hannah pleaded frantically.

"You are," Arnold snarled, "You have a natural talent that I will not let you squander any longer! I will not rest until your lips are more comfortable against your pussy than each other!"

Hannah squeaked, her cheeks flushing brighter pink at the mortifying thought. What was this man going to do to her?!

Arnold turned back towards the door, "Brielle, come"

Hannah squeaked, as a dark haired woman stepped into the confines of the tiny cabin. She was dressed a black bodysuit and the highest heels Hannah had ever seen. The alarming part though were the holes in the body suit that left her pussy and breasts completely exposed, and the ball gag that was affixed in the woman's ruby red lips.

Brielle looked at Hannah with anxious sympathy and the naked blonde whimpered at the sight of another of Arnold's victims.

"Brielle will begin your training" Arnold explained, "Won't you Brielle?"

The woman's eyes snapped to Arnold's and she nodded with what Hannah prayed was **** enthusiasm, "Mmmph Mmmph Mmmph!"

Her nodding caused Hannah to notice the padlocks which swung from her gag, her neck, her nipples and her heels...

"Good girl" Arthur purred, running a gloved hand possessively over Brielle's bared breast as he turned to Hannah, "Brielle is the Circus restraintologist"

The blonde shook her head "Y-y-you mean... Escapologist?"

"No" Arnold tweaked one of the tottering girls nipples, eliciting a small moan from behind her gag, "The opposite actually. Brielle here is quite the talented little self-bondage expert, you really should see some of the creative ways she gets herself stuck!"

Brielle looked pleadingly in Hannah's direction, making it clear it was not her choice.

"She used to be a pianist! Can you believe that?" Arnold smiled patronisingly, "But I saw her real potential... Nimble fingers, elegance and determination... I knew she was meant to bind herself for my audience... And I was right, wasn't I Brielle?"

Again she nodded frantically as Arnold pinched her other nipple.

"Good girl!" He let go and clapped his hands, "Now, I'll leave you two to get started!"

With that he turned on his heel and quickly left the room, the cabin door clinking shut behind him and leaving the two women alone...