David awoke to a throbbing pain in his head, similar to a hangover, but far worse. His arms and legs felt stiff and he struggled to move. His vision was foggy and he went to rub the pain from his eyes. He couldn’t move his arms. This was worse than the usual hangover stiffness, this was complete immobility.
Sudden realisation began to flood into David’s mind and he started to become aware of his surroundings. He tried to move his legs and found them immobile too. He tried to speak and he couldn’t move his mouth. His entire body was immobile. Of course, David couldn’t see that his entire body was bound in lycra and then strapped into a wooden box. The lycra bodysleeve extended up his next and over his mouth, limiting his speech.
David tried to gauge his surroundings but could only see the grey concrete ceiling above him and nothing else. To his right, he could just make out a wooden plank and to his left some kind of empty concrete space, which he thought looked like a warehouse of some kind. He tried to move again but it was useless. It was then he heard the sound of footsteps walking towards him, the unmistakeable click-clack of heels on a hard floor.
His vision was now filled with the faces of two beautiful women. Both women were stunningly beautiful, their blonde hair scraped back into high ponytails and their faces covered in expertly applied makeup. Everything about them exaggerated their beauty, David glimpsing the collars of the shiny black catsuits the two women were wearing.
“Poor boy. It’s so easy to pick the drunks off the streets nowadays”, one of the women spoke.
“Yes, silly drunken boys make such easy prey. I hope his new owners enjoy him. He might need some training but he should be easy to convert”, replied the other.
“I’m sure he will be. I hope the owners enjoy the ballet boots, they were impossible to track down in men’s sizes! I wish I had some of my own!”
The two women stepped out of David’s line of sight and moved round to the wooden lid of the crate he was trapped in. They placed the lid down, shutting out David’s muffled screams as he realised what was happening. After nailing the lid shut, the women loaded David’s crate on to the back of a pickup truck, with four similar crates. This past week had been excellent for their business and, now four new slaves were packed and ready for shipping. Hopefully next week would prove as fruitful.
I even pay someone to do it for me
Wish someone could do that I even pay you