A Flat Surprise By Fantazmaster

Liz nervously picked up the phone,hoping this was the call she had been waiting for as she said hello,the deep resonant voice on the other end sent waves of pleasure and anticipation through her very soul as she heard her Master's voice intone"Hi there my pet,I just got off the plane and will heading your way after I claim my bag and pickup the rental car." Breathlessly she giggles in delight"Oh my god,I can't believe it, you are actually here!Somehow I was afraid this was all a dream and that I'd wake up and find that you weren't coming at all."Master replied"well I guess I will need to pinch you,that way we will both know its not a dream!" then he asked "Have you been good and not opened the box yet?" .Liz 's eye shot to the Fedex box that had arrived the day before ,his e-mail instructions to her was to not open the box until he instructed her to"Yes,I have been real good,now I picked it up and shook it a few times,but no I haven't opened it yet.Can I open it now? I am dying to see what's in it." Master replied"Ah anticipation! Isn't it soooo sweet.No don't open it just yet ,I am going to call you about 20 minutes before I get there.Lets see right when I get off Exit 81,your directions say it's about 20 minutes to your place from there ,so I'll call from there.Then open it and follow the instructions included.We are going to be undisturbed aren't we?"Liz sighed "Well,I have a call from work that will be coming in about the time you arrive or just afterwards and I'll have to take that and go over one or two things with the lady that's covering for me,but beyond that we should be undisturbed for a whole week."

After the phone call, Liz looks over the box again and as she does she reflects back on the year and all the online adventures she has had with Master during that time and his innate ability to totally surprise her .The box is the latest in an unending series of surprises that had turned her into a real anticipation addict as he was always so creative with his ideas and scenes, despite the restrictions of an online relationship.A twinge of pleasure welled up as she recalled her last birthday and Master had contacted a local munch group and arranged a "Dial-A Spanking" for her,well and skillfully delivered, with a few of these members providing a singing accompaniment to the celebratory whacks.

Finally the phone rings again and Master indicates he has just exited the Interstate and instructs her to open the box and then carefully read the printed instructions and follow them to the letter as he has very carefully planned this out for their first in person meeting.

Liz eagerly opens the box and as she unpacks it her heart races She unpacks the black leather blindfold, the adjustable and locking wrist and ankle cuffs, each with a metal loop securely bradded to the outside and the four odd looking C-Clamp like devices .She then unfolds the printed instructions and gasps at the drawing at the top of the page of totally naked female spread eagled and face down on a bed with the same type cuffs holding her firmly in place. His instructions tell her to first go unlock the front door, then strip totally naked. Then secure each of the special C-Clamps to each post of the bed, these he writes are designed with a spring like mechanism that will grab each metal loop on each wrist and ankle strap once inserted and secure the metal loop in place. Once the C-clamps are in place, secure and lock the cuffs around each ankle and wrist cuffs and then with the blindfold get on the bed and secure each ankle. Put the blindfold on and secure it firmly in place. He indicates it may take a bit of navigating but you should be able to get each wrist secured to each side despite the blindfold being in place.

Liz heads to the front door and unlocks it, then as she is carrying the box with all its contents to the bedroom ,she grabs the cordless phone, hoping Master will hold it to her ear should the call come in while she is so well secured and praying she doesn't have to take notes of any type.

She easily fits and tightens the special C-clamps to each bedpost and then with a feeling of real eroticism strips down and then snugly dons and locks each cuff around her ankles and wrists. Placing the cordless phone on the bedside table, she then gets on the bed with blindfold in hand and with some maneuvering hears a loud, solid click as each metal loop on each ankle cuff is secured. Liz then puts on the blindfold and tightens it in place, leaving her in total darkness so thick is the heavy leather of this blindfold. Then she begins with her left wrist and soon hears the solid click as the loop is secured, a few moments later the right side is also secured.

In total darkness Liz thoughts begin to race as she thinks of all the things Master has planned for her and has talked about for the past month. She becomes wet with anticipation as she thinks of all the fantasies he wants to act out and the promise of an orgasm denial session ,that in Master's words, could go on for several days and ultimately would be so intense that she'd be agreeing to do things she would never even consider beforehand.

Her reverie is broken by the creak of the front door opening And her pulse pounds as she hears heavy footsteps slowly make their way to the bedroom. Then the footsteps stop beside the bed and Liz hears his breathing as he moves closer. Strong hands then begin to fondle and rub her all over and then she feels him shift to the foot of the bed and she tenses knowing he will take her anally.She gasps with a shriek and her first thought is "My God,he is huge!" as he forces his way inwards. Just then the phone rings and she says" Sorry Master, that's the office can you hold the phone to my ear. I will hurry I promise." She then feels the phone by her ear and he clicks the answer button for her, but remains well inside her without thrusting.

Liz answers "Hello" and then she hears "Liz, it's Master glad you can still answer the phone ,I had a flat tire and it'll be another hour before I get there" Liz screams "But Master!WHO? OMG!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.................

Chapter 2

Liz's feelings of shock and total helplessness from the stranger's assault is further reinforced as the phone is quickly snatched away from her ear and he continues thrusting away at her from the rear. Struggling to work free of the cuffs she finds, these are of a very high quality and that no matter how hard she tries,the cuffs hold her wrists and ankles in place as they were well designed to do. Her screams are silenced as the stranger stops his assault long enough to tie a some sort of cloth gag over her mouth. Finally she feels him withdraw from her, giving her at least a small relief from the discomfort of his assault. Her mind races as rapidly as her heart and a million questions race through her mind "Will he leave now? Will Master get here in time to kick this guy's ass? What else will he do to me? Why me? What's he doing now?"

Her reverie of thoughts are broken and her last question answered as she hears the stranger rummaging through her drawers then the closet, then she panics again as she hears the metallic clink and rattle of chains"OH MY GOD. He found my toy bag!" and she shudders at the thought of all the various things inside the toy bag, which contains all the things Master had sent her over the course of their relationship for the many and varied scenes she had done in for him front of her webcam . "Maybe he won't know what this toy bag is." Liz thinks to herself, but this hopeful thought is quickly dissolved as she feels the coldness of the metal collar being placed around her neck and then with a solid click the built-in collar lock engages. Then she hears the rattle of a chain leash as this is snapped in place to a ring on the front of the collar. A slight tug on the collar and a click and she envisio.ns that the leash is secured on the other end to the bed in some way. Then he speaks for the first time, the voice and the words again sending her heart pulsing" I am going to turn you over now" he says with an evil laugh, the voice so deep and menacing with a slight mechanical inflection, yet somewhere a voice she has had heard before" But where? "Liz ponders.Liz, being a well endowed brunette, had had her share of stalkers, peeping toms and the like over the years, but this voice didn't fit any of these, But "more like an everyday voice" she thinks" but not quite."

She feels the cuffs holding her left ankle and wrist being released and then the right side is also released, all the while as each is released the firm hand of the stranger holds onto her. He then orders her on her back and gain all four cuffs are put in place, leaving her spread eagled and totally exposed to the stranger's gaze and attention. The blindfold only adds to this feeling of total exposure as she has no idea what he is looking at or what he is going to do next.

Then she hears him walk into the hall and she strains to hear what is apparently a phone conversation .He then starts back down the hall and she hears "Yeah, hangon l am going to use the camera on my phone, let you see what I got here." She hears him punching buttons on the phone as he walks about the room and thinks"Pictures! Like this? Who are they being sent to and why?" After a few minutes, he resumes talking to the other party "Alright how much? Really? Ok, tell them they got a deal. Then you are going to need to bring the van here and we can get her there in no time. Ok, here's the address. Now get moving we don't have a lot time, she's got a boyfriend or something that's getting a flat fixed. So move your ass! I'll have her ready to go, don't worry."

Ending the phone call, the stranger begins to release Liz from the cuffs again and has her to stand up, then resorting to the toy bag again he places her wrists together and locks the two cuff rings together, a small 24"chain from the toy bag is attached and locked to each ankle cuff ring .Then unlocking the leash end secured to the bed he leads Liz out of the bedroom and out into the hall ,Liz can only manage short shuffling steps due to the chain attached to the ankle cuffs. Then after numerous small steps he orders her to sit and as she does guided by his holding her, she feels herself on the bare floor of the kitchen near the backdoor. After what seemed hours to her She hears a knock at the front door "Master! Is here!" but her hopes are quickly dashed as yet another strange voice engages the stranger in conversation for a moment, then she hears the front door close again. A moment later she hears the rumble of a truck engine and then the back door being opened as the truck is backed to the small porch by the back door. The stranger orders her to stand and she is led down the back steps and into the inside of the truck , as her bare feet feel the rough wood of the floor and the smell of diesel assails her nostrils. The stranger guides her to one side of the truck and orders her to sit, as she does he secures a strap about her midsection and locks this in place, then straps each ankle in place ,then the chain leash is locked in place .Then she hears the clang of a door being rolled down and latched in place with the rattling of a lock being placed into the latch of the truck .Moments later she feels the truck move and realizes she has never felt so totally out of control but struggles at the twinge of pleasure that has welled up inside her.The truck's motion soon steadies as it seems to be on a straighter stretch of road and with her mind still filled with an odd mixture of fear,loathing of what's next for her and an out of place dash of odd pleasure ,Liz soon falls victim to the steady drone of the truck engine and drifts off to sleep.

Liz is quickly brought back to full wakefulness as the truck stops its steady roar and then seems to slow to a crawl. The engine is shutoff and moments later, Liz hears the lock being removed from the door latch, followed by the rumble of the door being rolled up and opened. Still blindfolded, she strains to hear all she can to determine where she is. Then she feels her ankle cuffs being released, with the waist belt also being unlocked. Then after another click is heard she is ordered to stand up, with a strong hand steadying and guiding her. After a few steps .the stranger tells her to take a step down and then another, then he orders her to stop and she hears the truck door being rolled down, its echo suggesting that she is in some sort of enclosed area like a garage. The stranger then tugs on her chain leash and orders her to walk forward, the pressure from the leash guiding her straight forward, she tries to keep up a steady pace despite the short chain that connects the two ankle cuffs, which only allow her half steps. Another order to halt comes from the stranger, and then she hears a series of beeps followed by the rattle of keys and the click of several locks being unlocked, finally the creak of a heavy metal door is heard and he orders her forward again. After a few steps, he orders another halt as he locks the locks back to their locked position.

This process is repeated four times after long stretches of walking down what seems to be a long corridor and Liz has a sense of foreboding, as each door being unlocked, then locked increases her feelings of being unable to escape her fate in this place. Another order to stop is given to her and the stranger knocks on a door, which promptly opens and a female voice says "Lets have a look at her" as she is led into a room of some sort as she feels carpet beneath her feet and hears the hum of a computer and other office sounds. The stranger says" Take a look and believe it or not this one was all ready for me. See these cuffs she has on?Damnedst thing I have ever seen, face down and well secured." .The female voice speaks After a few moments of silence "Were you out shaking locks again?" to which the stranger replies "Ah, well ,no not ..,ah.........really,just happened to ah um well you know" starting to reform his reply the female cuts him off "Never mind how you found her, all I know is we didn't have to wait the usual year or so to get her in the shape they want,this one looks like she has been living at the health club."

Liz tries to comprehend all this and starts to ask a question but the gag is still in place and she can only manage a few "mmmmmphs".The female says"Let me call down to prep and see if they have room for her,with any luck she can ready for tonight's event!" ."Tonight's event?" Liz plays the words in her mind "What event?What kind?Who is this "they" and why are they so interested in my fitness?" Her thoughts send her heart racing again as she ponders what may be about to happen.She listens as the female picks up the phone and says"Hi there,got room for another down there?Yes of course, the works and I want this one to really standout.But you got a nice package to work with.All right,she'll be right here." She hangs the phone up and then says "Ok,lets see,count this and see if this is what we agreed on.",Liz then hears the shuffle of bills being counted and after several stacks are counted Liz hears the stranger say "Just as we agreed and nice doing business with you.".The female says "Well keep in touch,many more like this and you can stop the lock shaking and be out of the burgulary business for good."With that the door opens and closes and Liz is left standing in place.

Finally the door opens again and a different male voice says "Come along now,we have to hurry." A firm tug on her chain leash and another trip down what seems to be another long corridor. Then another order to halt and Liz hears the rattle of keys and then a metal gate being opened. The new voice orders her to step forward, then the whir and a stomach losing motion tells her she is on an elevator heading down. The elevator stops and another gate is unlocked and opened and Liz is ordered to walk forward and like the other floor above a series of gates with multiple locks are opened and closed. Finally the new voice says "Here we are" and a heavy metal door is opened and Liz is led into yet another room. As she enters her nostrils are filled with the scents and feel of a sauna,with the scents of new leather and tanning pil mixed in."Almost like a spa." as Liz sorts through the scents in her mind. Her new handler guides her into the room the placing his hand on her hips from behind he guides her to a certain spot in the room and then she is ordered to stay still,she then feels the ankle cuffs being cutoff her ankles, each cuff hitting the floor following the metallic snap of some sort of cutting device as the cutting edges meet to remove these cuffs.Her ankles feel the cool air of exposure on them but in moments she feels new cuffs being put in their place, followed by an order for her to spread her feet apart as far as she can .Once this is done she feels hears the rapid clicking of ratchets and both cuffs starting to pull her feet and ankles outwards to the left and right .Just as Liz feels like whatever is pulling on her cuffs in opposite directions is going to split her in two,the ratchets stop their clicking ,then are reversed and the tension is lessened but by only a few clicks on each ankle.Her wrist cuffs are removed next with the same cutting device and as the cuffs fall away strong hands grasp both her wrists and hold them in place as another pair of hands encase her wrists and a few inches of forearm above the wrist in some sort of heavy leather restraint,which is tightened in place by what feels like to Liz a series of three straps ,tightly buckled in place on each wrist.Liz wiggles her fingers and finds part of this restraint extends from her wrist enclosing her palms, ending a few inches beyond her fingers ,yet she discovers this extension only surrounds 3/4 of the way around each hand, leaving the tops of her hands and fingers Exposed. Liz Is not given time to ponder this new restraint and it's design as each wrist and arm is guided in place by strong pairs of hands, as each hold an arm at a 45 degree angle extending upwards. Liz feels something being attached to each of these restraints and suddenly the click of ratchets start their rapid clicking and she feels, in each arm, the restraints being clicked tighter, Just as the pain of being stretched by these Two ratchets becomes unbearable, she tries to scream in protest and the gag again comes into play .Mercifully, whoever is controlling this stretching motion, again loosens the tension slightly by a few clicks of each ratchet and Liz finds that the tension is uncomfortable but bearable as her hands can now rest on the taut chains attached to her wrist restraints. She finds that contracting the muscles in her butt, she gets some relief from the tension on her ankles as well.

Her unseen handlers continue with their work as she feels her collar being unlocked and removed,followed by the improvised gag ,as the gag is removed she is told that she is not allowed to talk by a deep male voice. Finally the blindfold ,which has done its job too well these past hours is removed. Liz opens her eyes in a series of blinks, as her eyes adjust to the bright lights that illuminate the room she is in. Looking around Liz thinks "OH MY GOD!What have I gotten into here?" and then thinks "I wish they hadn't taken the damn blindfold off!"

Chapter 3:

Her mind tries to comprehend the scene before her as she looks around the dungeon-like, windowless room that she is in .The room appears to be about twenty feet wide by twenty feet long with a low eight foot ceiling. The bright lights overhead contrast and highlight the dark gray bricks lining the walls as well as the floor of dark marble. The only opening is a very solid looking metal door with what appears to be four very solid locks. There is also a keypad of some sort mounted on the wall to the left of the door's knob. As if the room itself were not intimidating enough, Liz's view of the room's occupants has her straining against her restraints and desperately trying to get loose from their unforgiving hold on her. Looking to her right and left, she sees two women, both totally naked and secured in the same restraints she herself is in.

The woman on her left, Liz notes, is a fairly tall, full-bodied woman, with a mane of shoulder-length honey blonde hair. She has very large breasts, which appear to be quite firm as they stand out from a very well conditioned, flat abdomen. There is no hint of sag to them. Also taking notice of the woman's firm, well-toned legs, Liz thinks to herself, "She must teach aerobics with that body!"

The Brunette woman on the right is a real contrast to the Honey Blonde as this woman is at least six feet tall, with very long legs and arms. Liz notes how thin this woman is as the tension from the restraints has her hipbones and ribs pressing outwards against her pale skin. Her dark, over-sized nipples appear well out of proportion with the size of her lemon-sized breasts. Liz thinks to herself, “My God, she looks like a soccer mom! How did she get here?"

Liz watches in shocked but rapt fascination as several folks continue what she assumes are the preparations she heard reference to earlier. She watches as a woman finishes the most delicate part of shaving the last remnants of the Honey Blonde's pubic hair with what looks like a straight razor. The Honey Blonde is staring upwards at the ceiling with her lovely face registering embarrassment, humiliation, and resignation, as her last shreds of dignity are being removed with the razor's strokes. The Brunette is having her entire body rubbed down in a thick layer of some sort of oil by a man standing behind her. As he applies this oil, Liz notes the Brunette's pale, almost translucent skin flushing to a reddish tone, almost bordering on the red from early sunburn.

A phone on the back wall behind Liz rings and the woman stops her shaving on the Honey Blonde and answers it. Liz hears her say, “Ok, we'll be there in a minute”. As she hangs up, she says to the man applying the oil to the Brunette "They need us downstairs; looks they have one that's not behaving”.

The man wordlessly wipes his hands on a towel, then walks over, and goes through the sequence to unlock the door, entering a code on the keypad. After unlocking the conventional locks, the door swings open, and then the door locks back in place.

Liz asks "What is this place, what are they doing here?” The Honey Blonde turns and says, "You mean you don't know? What did you just arrive here or something?” Liz then relates her trip in the truck with the blindfold and the circumstances of the stranger walking in on her scene preparations. "Well dear, this is no fantasy and no scene" said the Brunette. Then she continued, confirming Liz's suspicions, still the words send a shock through her system, "You are in the hands of a very well-organized network of white slave traders and all three of us will be auctioned off in just a few hours!” Liz absorbs this information for a minute as reality sets in, then she asks "But how did you two wind up here?"

The Honey Blonde begins first, "Well, my husband and I got a divorce and my job with a big corporation simply didn't allow me much of a social life. What time I did have for this I devoted to chatting on the Internet and, after a few months, I started talking to this man who was absolutely captivating to me .One thing I really found wonderful is that no matter what time of day or night I came online he was there as if waiting for me.
Pretty soon, he had my home address and the cards, flowers and other gifts started showing up. Then he sent me a Membership card to a health club, one of those nationwide chains that I could use at home or while traveling. No matter which club I went to, I had a personal trainer at each location and they all had access to my workout plan. Well he kept praising me as I would do these workouts and the pictures I would send him always brought back comments about how good I looked and how well I was doing with the workouts. Then he really sank the hook in when he started talking about me going with him on a two-week cruise to Hawaii. A few days later, a package arrived with a Cruise Brochure, along with a bikini that was about two sizes too small for me. He told me online that as soon as I could fit into that bikini, we would go on the cruise. So I stepped up my workouts to six per week and told the trainers what I was trying to do. Finally, the bikini fit me after five weeks of workouts and a no-carb diet. He told me he could not leave for a few days and invited me to and stay with him until he could leave. He sent me a plane ticket. I went to sleep at his place last night and woke up in here." She paused and sighed, "You know, he kept getting me excited talking about the first night on the cruise, how he was going to give me an all night fuck...shit, I guess I'll get that."

The Brunette then says, "With me, it was a bit different but I was also lured in and not as pleasantly. I was married to the Executive Vice President of a very well established commercial bank and while his job paid very well, he was gone all the time at either the office or traveling. I got lonely and bored and started gaining weight; I guess trading food for affection.

"When I got up to 210 pounds, I went on the net and started chatting with other women trying to lose weight as well and several told me about this man that had a very effective program using hypnosis. I got in touch with him via e-mail and soon he and I started these sessions, where he found I was easily hypnotized. Soon he had me going to the health club I belonged to, but had not used in over 2 years. When I would go to this club, it seemed odd but I knew exactly what machines to workout on and for how long. It was almost as if I was programmed for these workouts. After several weeks of this, He convinced me to take my clothes off for him in front of a webcam. It surprised me, but this got me hot and excited, as he was so thrilling with his comments. Soon, I was getting off for him on camera and these orgasms were huge and so intense I really got addicted to them. He then asked me one day if I'd like comments from others and told me about a website where he could post my pictures and the site visitors could leave their comments .Reluctantly, I said yes, but inwardly I was thrilled at the idea. The next day he posted the photos and the comments started pouring in, with some leaving voice messages and others posting written comments. I was coming while I read and listened to these, knowing all these different men were talking about me. As I lost more weight, the comments kept coming in and encouraging me to lose more.

"Pretty soon I was down to 112 pounds and still loving all the attention, but one evening my husband came home early and said nothing when he came in. Instead, he went to the room with the computer, logged on, and then asked me to come back there. There, on the computer, was my part of the site with all my pictures and he was pissed! He then announced it was time for a divorce and that he would see his attorney the following week. I was crushed. Then, when I told the Hypno guy what happened, he was so sympathetic and asked if I'd like to come visit him for a few days and that maybe my husband would cool down by then. Desperate, I told him yes and he sent me a plane ticket and after going to sleep last night at his place, I too I wound up here."

Liz then asks, "But why all the efforts? All the focus on fitness? And who, supposedly, will we be sold to?"

The Honey Blonde replies, "Well, I haven't learned much since I was brought here, but several others like us have told me when they could, that these folks sell to people like buyers for Middle Eastern Harems, then there are these high end prostitution operations, along with some folks that operate several pay-for-pain commercial dungeons. This was scary, as the women that wind up in these can be rented by the hour and taken to various torture rooms. One told me there are also some folks who do custom videos. Apparently, a customer who has lots of money can pretty much order whatever type video he or she wants."

The Brunette adds, "Well, I have been told by several others that there are also buyers, called slave brokers, who represent well-to-do couples looking for a third, and wealthy lesbians looking for a private plaything. Plus they get orders from their clients for a particular type of woman ..." Then just as she is about to continue, the sound of the door being unlocked causes all three women to fall silent, then expecting the man and woman to return, all three woman gasp collectively as the door opens ....