Led Away

She had planned to escape when the slavers sold her. Between the insanely tight ropes biting into her arms, to the impractical boots that had her tottering on her toe-tips, to the jaw-achingly wide gag shoved into her mouth. When she was being paraded before potential "buyers" she could only hope that they'd try to change her attire and she'd have a chance to bolt.

What she didn't expect what the woman with the two large men acting as her chaperone. She failed to notice the woman was wearing a golden collar herself, simply selecting slaves for her Master's harem, that thought never crossed her mind. She could only see the potential for escape slipping away.

It was all but shattered when the men came to her and presented what to her looked like a shiny garbage bag, and without a word, began wrapping it about her. Closures, zippers, buckles, she wasn't sure what they used, but it was pulled TIGHT, shimmering slick material squirmed and shifted about her, pulling down to her ankles. She literally didn't notice the woman step forward and almost casually undo the gag and toss it away like so much trash.

Her sight suddenly vanished, the inky darkness enveloping her even as she took a breath to say something, her only sound that of a surprised cry... a cry cut-off halfway as another gag, somehow even LARGER then the one she just endured, was shoved into her mouth, her jaw creaking as it was pulled back too far for her to wedge it out.

Then came a new sensation. An odd tightness forming at her waist, and another about her neck. She was confused at the growing pressure, her breath slowly coming in shorter and shorter pants even as the one about her neck forced her head into a locked forward position, holding it up slightly as tho she were somehow PROUD of her position. The horrid sound of locks told her she wasn't escaping anytime soon, even the gag locking somehow to the back of the collar.

A sharp pull on the newly attached leash forced her to walk. Her world narrowed to the pull of the leash, the struggle to keep up, and the overwhelming squeaking of latex in her ears...

She had planned to escape when the slavers sold her... She would never have a chance to escape again.

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Inspired from an outfit used in Zymurgea's ([link]) comic "Tasha's Tale" ([link]), I decided to just throw it together and have fun with it. Love the comic Zymurgea!!!

- Polecat

Lessons Learned - Latex shine "just right" is still hard.