Taper Girls Part 2 (edited)

  The women who have captured me are all wearing dark cloaks covering their faces; I can only see their mouths. The one next to me just liked my cheek . . . I’m so scared, I want to stop crying but I can’t. We’ve pulled up to a large building with a huge grassy yard. It looks like the home of a millionaire! Who are these women?
 As we get out many women gather around us, they are staring at me like I’m a cake in the bakery. They all have rolls of duct tape on their wrists, black on the right and a color on the left. Green and silver are the most common, and some of them have girls on leashes. The leashed girls are mostly naked; some are only wearing duct tape . . . the same color as the one on her wrist. . .
 I’m terrified, I’ve heard of this. I think this is that cult they warned us about. Parents tell their teenage daughters that if they stay out they’ll be caught by these people, and used for vulgar purposes and never seen again. “Oh dear God! Please don’t let this be that group! Please don’t let them use me for vulgarness!”
 “Alice my pet, you have found a slave?” A frighteningly regal looking woman in a floor length blue silk dress steps out of the crowd. She appears to have black and purple duct tape rolls; they both appear to be full. She is addressing the woman who captured me. Alice is her name? She seems to like this woman, but she seems a little afraid too.
 “Yes Mistress, she is a virgin. She is 15, and she’s never even had her first kiss.” Alice is trembling beside me, but she seems happy, not sad.
  “Yes? Well fix that then.” She has commanded. Alice quivers, excitement fills her eyes as she pulls her hood back to reveal blue eyes and long burgundy hair. She has the most striking face I have ever seen. Her beautiful full lips part slightly as she smiles and her eyes show a violent excitement that the rest of her body has under control. She pulls me to her, her hands on my hips and kisses my lips. Her’s feel soft and slightly wet, and I taste lip gloss. Cherry flavored. Strangely I feel safe in her arms, I don’t have to see everyone staring, but I do hear them laughing and can feel their eyes on me.
  She pulls away and grins at me, a youthful smile in her eyes and on her lips. She slides rolls of duct tape onto my wrists, black on the left and red on the right.
“Welcome to the mansion my pet.” She says, loud enough for the crowd to hear. The regal woman nods with an approving smile and walks away. Alice leads me into the house. It looks even bigger at the door. The foyer is beautiful, with pale green walls and black trim, the black even snakes onto the banister of the double staircase.
  “Left is bedrooms, right is teaching rooms and the like. Downstairs is the kitchen and visiting room, along with a few other things. Your room is right next to mine; you’re at a red, for virginity, so your room is fairly plain. There is no bathroom, and the door leads to my rooms. I am at gold, so I have a bathroom and a living room.
  She leads me to her room, a fluffy grey couch sitting between a bay window and a flat screen TV Mounted to the wall. She has an excellent view from her bay window, grassy mountains to the east and the ocean to the west. It is a larger room than I had with my father! The bathroom to the left is huge! The tub would surprise a princess! Her room is lavishly decorated, black trim and blue walls and the bed is navy blue and dark green.
  There is a door by her bed that leads to my room. She pulls me through it to a small room with a single window with bars over it, a small bed, maybe a single, and a way leading to the most foreboding room I have ever seen. The walls are a steely gray, like you would imagine in a prison, and the sheets on the bed are red, like blood . . .
  “Take them off.” She whispers in my ear. I jump; I had not heard or felt her move.
  “T…take what off?” I stammer.
  “What do you think my Pet?” She slides her fingers down my shoulders and around to my breasts. I shudder and try to slip away. She tightens her grip on my breasts.
  “There’s a reason my room is black and blue. Can you guess what it is?” she softly blows in my ear.
  “W…what?” I can barely get out. She squeezes harder before she starts speaking.
  “I like to give bruises. I like to see what you can do the next day.” She licks my ear lobe before she says, “I like to see my pets hurt.” She rips through the buttons of my shirt, the plastic pieces scattering across the floor, and turns me around. I am petrified, I can’t move. She lifts me up and takes me into the room I saw. There is a closet, a wardrobe, a bench, and a cabinet.
  She sets me down and reaches into the wardrobe, pulling out some handcuffs and chains. She hooks the chains through a hook in the ceiling and cuffs my wrists in separate handcuffs. The cuffs are attached to the chains, and I hang a few inches from the ground. The cold metal bites into my skin, and I see blood beading out from under the cuffs. She cuffs my ankles to my wrists. Now I’m almost a foot off the ground. I am so scared, I can’t speak, I can’t move, I can’t cry out or squirm.