A Friendly Face

Hannah felt the air change.

She saw the subtle change of light play across the near blackness that was her covered vision and she felt the friction of the wheels on the floor as they rolled down the corridor outside of her room. Minutes before she would have given anything to be outside the door… Now she was far less certain.

“Where are y-you taking me?”

“You’ll see, sweety. Just enjoy the ride!” Daisy cood. The trolley bounced as they made a turn and Hannah tensed, afraid that she may just topple out of the thing. Instead Daisy steadied her with a hand on the back of her neck.

“Well now! This one seems fresh.”

The sudden male voice made Hannah jump and she suddenly felt the most exposed she had felt since she first woke alone in her room without anything to cover herself.

“First full day! But I have a feeling she’ll be a quick learner. Brielle was impressed.” Daisy responded pleasantly though her chipper tone made Hannah cringe. They were talking about her like she wasn’t there, like she was just some brighter than expected pet. She tried to at least angle herself away from the man so her most private bits were less visible though all she managed was to rock a bit and end up on her back, ass and pussy in the air. She jerked again when a hand swatted her ass.

The man chuckled as they passed.

Hannah could tell there were others watching her as she was wheeled through the halls and past open rooms. Someone wolf whistled. She heard laughter. Directed at her? She wasn’t sure but it didn't matter. She could feel their eyes taking in the **** contortionist. They see you. All of you. Hannah moaned both from the exposure and the aching of her body and the tickle of need between her legs that refused to leave her after her night of torment.

“P-please cover me, Daisy? I… I’m already bound. Isn’t that enough?”

“No darlin, I’m afraid not. You’ll get used to it. Besides, soon you’ll be more comfortable like this, free of those restrictive fabrics.”

Restrictive? Restrictive like ropes? Restrictive like handcuffs?

“I don’t want to get used to it. I want to go home! This isn’t right, you can’t do t-this! Just cut the ropes and let mmbllaaah ah!” Hannah spluttered mid panic induced pleading as a stream of hot liquid shot across her lips and into her mouth.

“That’s enough of that. We are almost there.”

The trolley wheels squeaked.

The bell around Daisy’s neck clanked gently with each step.

Hannah stayed quiet.

Her mind filled with images of where they may be going and her heart refusing to slow. Daisy had said they were going to a place Hannah could ‘relax’ but they had also expected her to actually sleep tied like this and with the vibrator buzzing inside her. This could just be another trick, some other ordeal meant to bend her mind and make her into the shape.. shapes… they wanted.

The trolley stopped.

Hannah almost asked where they were but thought better of opening her mouth again.

A bell chimed and she heard the distinct sound of lift doors opening and several voices grow quiet from within. Hannah squeezed her already covered eyes shut as she felt herself wheeled into the small box and felt the heat of other people all around her. She knew they were looking. She heard the whispers. This close and confined they could probably smell her, after her night the scent was strong and ever present to herself.

Don’t think about them. You have worse things to worry about than flashing your pussy at a bunch of strangers.

Like the very real possibility that damage had been done to her being left like this all night. Or that with every passing moment they were liking sailing further and further out to sea.

The elevator stopped a couple times, each time with the chime of the bell and each time culminated with some of the passengers leaving. Hannah could feel when they were alone, could hear the difference in the air of the lift without the muffling presence of others.

It didn’t comfort her.

The bell rang a final time and humming happily Daisy pushed her out into a wide open space that smelled of lotions and leather.

“Jesus, Mooslut, couldn’t you at least untie her first?”

Harper stiffened at the new voice and the name it had clearly intended for Daisy.

The voice was distinctly feminine, a fact that was proven a second later when her blindfold was abruptly pulled away. Hannah blinked in the sudden brightness and then took in the woman standing in front of her. She was pale and freckled, and well beyond average in looks. Bright red hair fell down one side of her head to her shoulder while the other was buzzed short. She wore a loose fitting tank top and sweats that stood out to Hannah immediately after seeing every other woman here so far in clothing far less… tame. The tank however also showed of the woman's toned arms.

“Fiona. I’ve told you not to call me that,” Daisy said coolly. It was the first time Hannah had heard the southern woman sound anything less than saccharine.

“Ya, well, you’ve told me not to do a lot of things, Spots,” Fiona quipped back, producing, and lighting, a match from seemingly nowhere and then lifting it to an equally mysterious cigarette between her lips. She glanced down at Hannah for the first time and winked. “I have her from her. You can go report in.”

“Those things will kill you, hun,” Daisy snapped. “Hopefully sooner rather than later.” Then Hannah heard her heels as they stepped back towards the elevator.

“Live by the flame, die by the flame.” Fiona shrugged and smirked. “What do you think will get you?”

Hannah heard the doors shut behind her and knew the cow woman was gone.

“She’s a real piece of work isn’t she?” Fiona said, shaking her head and leaning on the trolley before smiling down at Hannah.

“A-are you going to untie me? P-please?” Hannah whimpered

“Oh fuck! Sorry.” The redhead said with a start. She blew out a stream of smoke and made short work of the knots at Hannah’s ankles. They slipped free of her neck and Hannah fell back, nearly sobbing with the pain and relief both. “Huh. No key. Don’t worry.” Fiona pulled a pin from her hair and unlocked the cuffs in seconds.

Hannah let herself lay back, fully stretched out for the first time in half a day. She cried, the tears hot on her cheeks. The fact that she was still completely nude almost didn’t cross her mind. Fiona let her rest a few minutes to the point Hannah actually almost fell asleep.

“You can sleep soon, babe. But we better loosen you up some. Here,” Fiona said as she slipped an arm behind Hannah’s head and the other under her legs and began to lift.

“No! D-don’t! P-please don’t tie me again!” Hannah clutched at the girl in terror, her breath sharp in her throat.

“Whoa! Shhhhh. I’m sorry! I should know better. Hannah right? I think that’s what they said. I won’t tie you. Ever. Okay? Let’s just get down onto one of the mats and I will help work out some of the stiffness.”

Hannah wanted to believe this woman. She was the most normal person she had interacted with since she woke up here the day before. But… What if this was all a trick? She could find herself locked up again even worse than before.

And how will you stop her even if it is?

“O-okay.”

Fiona smiled and tried again, lifting the still nervous Hannah up easily and carrying her a few feet away to a large yoga mat before setting her down again.

“Where are we?” Hannah asked quietly as she looked around the room. It was large and open, the only furniture was several masseuse benches and some shelves filled with what Hannah assumed were lotions and oils.

“They call it the employee loft. Or The Spa. Though it's nothing like the spa’s available to the passengers. Sometimes the performers are allowed up here when they’ve earned it.”

“And I’ve earned it?”

“Relax,” Fiona said, her smile fading somewhat, as she lay Hannah back flat on the mat. “Well, as much as you can. I’m going to rub down your legs and stretch some of this out okay? Shhhh… not those stretches. I swear.”

Hannah let herself trust her. She had to. She needed someone, anyone, she could feel safe around. She let as much tension as she could out of her body.

And what if that’s her job? What if she’s only here to befriend you before they break you even harder?

She **** the thoughts from her mind though she still jerked when Fiona’s fingers brushed her legs, following her muscles and then gently digging in. Hannah moaned. She hurt all over from her ordeal and as Fiona worked it ached but in such a pleasurable way she felt herself actually getting wet once again.

“Can… can you give me something to wear?” She tried. She figured she may as well push her luck. Again a sadness entered the woman’s green eyes.

“I can’t, love. I wish I could. But you are not allowed any clothing and it’s entirely possible you never will be. And before you ask I can’t get you any food either.”

Ever again.

Hannah grit her teeth.

“They want me to be a contortionist. To tie myself into knots for a crowd and… and to…” Say it. “And to l-lick my own pussy for their amusement. Did you know that?" Hannah spat, her own vitriol surprising even her. "And you what? Give massages? And that means you get to wear clothing and I can’t? You get your cigarettes while I'm fed cereal covered in breast milk? It’s bullshit! This entire place is fucking bullshit!”

Fiona stilled at the tirade, a hurt look crossing her face. Hannah didn’t care. Fiona wasn’t the one who had been made into a human pretzel all night or had her face basically shoved into her own buzzing pussy.

“I’m the Fire-Dancer,” Fiona started quietly, absently fidgeting with her cigarette. “And when I perform… I am also not allowed clothing. Here.. Outside where I may be seen I’m given things like this because some of the guests don’t like to see the burn scars on my legs. My back. My… chest. Not up close, not in the daylight.” Fiona absently touched a spot on her neck and Hannah recognized immediately as a thumb sized scar.

“Fiona… I’m so sorry. I… I didn’t know.” Hannah said in horror, her anger instantly quenched.

“Don’t worry about it. Really. You are not in any sort of position to be worrying about me or my feelings. Just... believe me when I say that I will try to help you in whatever limited ways I can.” The smile returned to the red head’s lips. “We can start with a massage and go from there…”