ATONEMENT

ATONEMENT

Bonnie’s Friday night session becomes an unexpected road trip.

Chapter 4

       Friday evening, Bonnie watches out the passenger window as the car rolls to a stop, the only car in the driveway tonight.  Having been impeccably made up before leaving Christina’s house, her hair wrapped in a strict tight bun behind her head, she can’t help wondering why the extra effort with what she’s already been threatened with for this session.

       Tim’s porch light’s on, the second story window again covered with a dark drape.  The routine becoming all too familiar, she follows Christina into the side entrance, directly up the stairs to the room, dreading the next couple or so hours.

       “Christina… Bonnie.”  Tim turns, shrugging as he has a small suitcase opened on the wheeled tray.  “Steven and Charlene are going to meet us later.”  Again pilfering through the suitcase, he motions with a wave of a hand.  “Bonnie… Go ahead and strip… Completely naked right there where you are.”  Glancing toward Christina, he adds.  “Chris… I need your help.”

       As Christina steps over toward Tim, Bonnie silently obeys, left shoe first followed by the other, her skirt slipped down across her hips, dropped to the floor, her blouse tugged up across her breasts, over her shoulders, dropped onto the blouse followed by her dark silk panties.  Reflexively slipping her arms up beneath her breasts as she crisscrosses them, the gold chain spreads across her forearms as her breasts press together.  Glancing toward Tim and Christina, she watches as he hands Chris some of the apparel from the case.

       “Over here Bonnie…. Stand beside Chris.”  Tim quietly orders, momentarily glancing toward her.  “We’ve changed our plans for this evening… We’re going out.”

       The few slow steps, Bonnie stops, stands next to Christina as she glances at the apparel, obviously out of some sort of BDSM magazine.  Pressing her arms closer to her chest, realizing who the apparel’s for, hearing him just say they’re going out, she feels the pit of her stomach churning.

       “Turn Bonnie… Raise your hands above your head and hold still.”  Tim orders as he holds a black corset like garment in his hands.  “We’ll start with this…. Here Chris… hold her waist.”

       Feeling Christina’s hands above her hips on either side, the leather and lace material wrapped around, strapped around her waist, she stands as motionless as she can as she feels the corset cinched tightly up her backside.  Her stomach hollowing, tightening, restricted the most around her navel with each jerk of the bindings, she softly grunts, tries to hold her breath.

       “Suck it in Bonnie!... In deep!”

       Hearing Tim’s voice as she can’t help glancing toward the familiar ropes hanging from the ceiling across the room, taking a deep breath, exhaling, she feels the material pinching into her flesh, pressing tightly below her ribcage, the top of the corset forcing her breasts up and out, the chain swaying between her jiggling nipples as her bulging tit flesh presses up over the corset’s firm seam.  Another tug, yet another and another, her arms sway above her head, her fingers clinching together as she struggles to hold her breath.  Her waist feeling more then compressed, confined in a pinching vice, she glances down between her pushed out globes and the chain stretching across her nipples.  Searching for the corset, she’s only able to see its black bottom shaped ‘V’ of the hem line of the hour glass formed material pressing across the upper curve of her shaven pubic mound.

       “That’s it Bonnie… Turn this way… Slide your hands down behind your neck for me and spread your legs.”

       Obeying, twisting, facing Tim, she feels her chest heaving with each breath as her stomach’s strictly confined in the clinching corset.  Feeling Christina’s hands slipping down her thighs, across her calves to her ankles, she feels her legs quiver.  Slightly spreading her feet, feeling the hands on just her left ankle, her foot being lifted, she feels the texture of the black silk stocking being slipped up across her ankle, her knee, her thigh.  Other leg, the same feeling of the material wrapping around her flesh, slid up to mid thigh with the finishing touch of a garter slipped up over her hips, connected to the tops of the nylons.

       “Now… Get ready to slip your foot into the stiletto for Christina, Bonnie.”  Tim orders as he slides his hands across the top of the corset, tucks her breasts in, spreading, manipulating one, then the other until he’s satisfied with the voluptuous overflowing fit, the look of her separated nipples being stretched by the taut gold chain.  “Here… Let me help!”  Cupping each rounded breast in a palm, holding her steady, he nods toward Christina.  “She’s ready.”

       Balancing with the awkward help of her breasts being manipulated, she forces her foot into the heel, a six inch stiletto. Almost tiptoeing as Christina grips the other ankle, slips that stiletto on, Bonnie feels her calves tightening as she her toes point precariously down toward the floor.

       “Let’s see… Turn for me!”

       Again obeying Tim’s command as he releases her breasts, slowly, carefully turning, she struggles to keep her balance as the chain tightens, jiggles between her nipples.  Finishing the complete turn, she keeps her hands behind her neck as she glances downward, eyes fixed toward her bared breasts.

       “Good girl Bonnie… You’re going to make us proud tonight… I bet we’ll win first prize… And on just your first night!”  Tim smiles as he reaches for the tray, picks up a black leather chocker collar, a couple matching wrist cuffs.  “Let’s fit these on you now…. Don’t move.”  

       The collar slipped around her neck, secured, the cuffs placed on each wrist, fastened to the ‘O’ rings in the collar, she remains obedient, motionless as another set of cuffs are fastened around her ankles, a short six inch chain attached between them.

       “Let’s see… What do you think Chris… The mouth gag now?”  He wonders as he lifts a bright red ‘O’ ring with black straps from the tray, answers himself.  “Yes… Let’s gag her now, before we leave!”

       Slipping the rubber ring between her lips, Christina fastening the straps behind her neck, Bonnie’s mouth is spread wide, her red lipstick matching the ‘O’ ring.

       “Now… Just one more thing Bonnie… A little practice before we’re on our way.”  Tim smiles as he again reaches on the tray.  Turning, reaching for Bonnie’s left breast, clipping a clover clamp across the nipple just below the ‘O’ ring, he lets a needle spiked ball the size of a golf ball hang down from a thin, couple inch chain.

       “Oomph!”  Grunting through the ‘O’ ring, she glances down toward the ball swaying just below the sweeping curve of the bottom of her breast, its sharp tips barely touching, scraping across her tender flesh.  Another clamp pressed into her other nipple, a similar ball’s dangled beneath her right breast.  “Oomph!”  It too brings a whimper from her stretched lips as both balls twist; sway just beneath her quivering globes as she leans forward, arches her upper body forward to keep the stinging needles out from her bare flesh.

       “Spread her thighs Chris.”  He instructs as he retrieves a third clover clamp, another needled ball and chain.  Glancing up at Bonnie’s widening eyes, he scolds.  “Don’t be a wimp like Christina told me you were during your little workout with her the other day... I could be piercing these to you with needles instead of using clamps.”

       Kneeling in front of her as Christina kneels behind, he reaches between Christina’s spreading hands, clamps the clover clamp firmly across Bonnie’s exposed clitoris.

       “Aaaggghh!”  More of a shriek as she feels the metal prongs pressing into her tender flesh with Christina sliding her hands away.  “Oomph!... Oomph!”  Another couple grunts as she senses the ball being attached, swaying back and forth between the slight separation between her legs.  Released, it barely pricks at her inner thighs just below her puffy vulva as she bites at the ‘O’ ring.

       “There Bonnie…  All done for now… Now walk over to those ropes hanging from the ceiling… Then back toward me.”

       Watching Christina step beside Tim, again obeying him, she turns, gingerly steps the few steps as instructed, awkwardly at best in the stilettos.  Barely able to keep her balance, feeling all three balls jiggling, pricking on contact, she leans forward while bowing her knees as she tries to hold her grunts back, the needles dancing across her bare flesh as her ankles twist in the heels, stretch at the short chain jerking tautly between her feet with each tiny step.  Finally reaching the ropes, she stops and turns.  Trying to take a deep breath, the corset not allowing it, her breasts heaving causes the balls to sway, annoyingly pricking at their undersides.  Biting into the ‘O’ ring, she feels the drool from her lips dripping across her bare chest as she steps awkwardly back toward the obviously pleased pair.

       “Okay Bonnie!”  Tim smiles.  “Like I said… You’re really going to put on a show for us.”  Reaching out, releasing the clover clamps one at a time, nipples first, then clit, he hands them to Christina as he glances back toward Bonnie.  “You’re in charge of these Chris until we get there… But be careful, they’re sharp!... Aren’t they Bonnie?”

       Sliding his hands across her breasts, between her thighs, checking the faintest of prick marks, he smiles.  “Not too bad… But then again that was only for a couple minutes… But tonight when we get there it’s going to be longer… Much longer, huh Chris?... Well time to go.”

       Unsnapping the chain between her ankles, slipping the ‘O’ ring from her mouth, letting it dangle down beneath the chocker collar, leading her down the steps, Bonnie’s taken into the garage, set in the back seat of his Mercedes with Christina sitting beside her.  Backing out of the garage, pulling past Christina’s car as the garage door automatically closes; Bonnie apprehensively watches the house fade behind the shrubbery as they pull onto the street, into the darkness.

       “We’ll be there within the hour Bonnie.”  He speaks as he glances in the rear view mirror of her image, her hands still above her head, the gold chain glimmering off from her breasts.  “Yes… I’m excited about tonight… The club’s been really excited since I showed them some of our more interesting photos of you!... They liked you so well they invited us to bring you tonight for the contest.”

       Feeling her face flushed, her stomach churning knowing they’ve shown her pictures to others, she’s barely able to breathe as her bare breasts rises, lowers above the confining corset. Glancing toward Christina, toward his vision in the mirror, she gets the courage to ask, blurts out.  “What… What contest?... You’ve shown my pictures?... You’ve promised!”

       “Hey!... Hey!”  Tim quips as he glances again at the mirror.  “I’ll do whatever I want with those pictures… Now shut the fuck up!”  Staring into her eyes through the mirror, he continues.  “We’re taking you to a sadomasochism club… a real one… That’s where we’re entering you into the contest.”

       “Wha… What do you mean… a real sado…”

       “I said shut up!… Chris… Put that gag back in her mouth… Now!”

       Feeling the gag slipped up between her lips, struggling, she feels her left nipple twisted, pinched.  Grunting, her mouth opening, she feels the ’O’ ring slipped back into place, the strap fastened behind her neck.

       “Okay… That’s better.”  Tim speaks in s stern tone as he drives, glances at the mirror.  “You’re going to be in a contest… If chosen… We’re compensated rather handsomely… And you’re kept for the entire weekend… Now… During that time… You’ll be used in ways you didn’t even know existed… You’ll learn what it is to be a real live slave… Sex slave.”

       Not believing her ears, her heart pounding as the perspiration builds across her bare flesh; she shakes her head back and forth in front of her cuffed wrists.

       “Yes… Bonnie.”  He adds with a chuckle.  “You’re going to be fucking and sucking so much these next few days you’re going to look like a porcupine!”  Another stare back in the mirror, he adds in more of a solemn tone.  “Then again… The things they will do to you… Your body…Well I guarantee you’ll be thankful each time you lose consciousness… That is… If they allow you too!... Oh!… And one more thing Bonnie… The good news is… With total cooperation… You’ll be compensated also… And… Allowed to leave.”

       Watching the road, a moment of silence, glancing again into the mirror, he adds.  “The bad new for you is… We’ll keep that compensation… And if you don’t cooperate… You could possibly just disappear… Wind up sold to some cheap third world brothel!... And of course… we’d be compensated for that purchase too… Huh Christina?”

       Silence, the dark highway winding through the secluded countryside, the time stands still for her as she holds back the occasional tears.  Finally, slowing, turning into a gated drive, the car winds through a country setting toward a manor house by a hillside.

       “Okay Chris… Clamp her tits and clit again.”  Tim orders.  “We’ve arrived… We want to knock ‘em out with her outfit when she strolls into the foyer with us… First impressions are everything!”

       End Part 4