The red double-decker bus pulled out of the
dark opening of the warehouse in a belch of black diesel smoke and a growl of
power as it gathered speed heading for the high street. The destination sign read, ‘Out of
Service’. Looking through the windows of
the lower deck, one could see the empty seats.
The upper deck, because of its height and darkened windows, revealed
nothing of its interior. It was here
that unseen passengers were seated.
Meredith Montgomery and her former secretary
Darlene Scott sat next to each other in one of the front seats behind the
windscreen. Their still and silent
posture belied the wide-eyed even frantic darting of their eyes as they peered
through the darkened windscreen at the tangle of traffic and throngs of people
below. Those few who looked up saw only
a dark silvery reflection on the glass.
More than a dozen women passengers sat in primly erect posture scattered
throughout the upper deck of the bus; none spoke. Their rigidly seated posture might have been
considered demure and their silence merely decorous had anyone been able to
glimpse their dark forms through the windows.
An unobscured view would have revealed that
they were bound and gagged naked in their seats. The thin silvery panes of glass and tightly
drawn leather straps buckled and locked to their nude bodies were all that
separated them from view and from their freedom. Crimson rubber balls protruding from their
mouths seated securely behind their teeth by leather straps cinched at the back
of their necks forced their lips to grasp ball-gags in open-mouthed
muteness. Some drooled from the corners
of their mouths; saliva brimmed over the lower lips of others. In all cases, the women remained mutely
sucking on the rubber balls to keep from dribbling on their bared breasts. They looked to be gluttonously holding a much
too large red fruit in their mouths ‑ unable to remove it. Sullen silence interlarded with wet sucking
sounds as they futilely tried to swallow their saliva underscored the despair
and distress reflected in their frantically darting eyes. Tears of fright and helplessness flowed down
the cheeks of some of the younger women, including Meredith’s blonde secretary,
Darlene. Meredith drew her lips back
intermittently, baring her teeth held in open-jawed distension gripping the
firm resilience of the rubber ball crammed in her mouth, trying to arrest her
copious drooling by hissing her slaver back into her mouth. Then she clasped the bright red sphere in
tight-lipped, open-mouthed and rubber-imposed inhibition that denied her the
ability to express her frustration and distress until she again felt the saliva
stranding from her lower lip and chin onto her bared breasts when she would
suck on the ball once more baring her teeth and helplessness with the same
futile gesture. She was as helpless as
Darlene, unable to aid herself much less the sobbing girl sitting next who kept
looking at her expectantly. She sat as
rigidly and severely upright as her secretary; bound as stringently; gagged as
silently and stripped as naked as she.
Their mutual nudity and restraint erased the former social barrier
between executive and secretary. If
Darlene were not elevated to higher status, Meredith was certainly diminished
by her ignominious fall from favour and power.
Although Meredith was humiliated by her nakedness; her tightly strapped
and effectively gagged condition rendering her powerless and diminished in the
eyes of her secretary, she was grateful Darlene hadn’t witnessed her being
stripped of power, position, and her expensive clothing in the board room that
morning. She could still taste the after-effects
of that rigorous and debasing ceremony‑it had only been a few hours
ago.
Now they were both bound to a destination and
future where they would be considered chattel.
They were to be trained and disciplined to serve in sexual servitude for
as long as required under the strict and severe conditions customary at the
peculiar institution that awaited their arrival. Both women wondered in retrospect at the
wisdom of having signed the employment agreement that brought them to this
crushing end of their promising careers.
The bus growled; the women whimpered and sobbed, their mutual
destination loomed in malevolent, stony anticipation some miles and hours
away.
The sustained and rigid immobility demanded
of the women by tightly drawn and securely buckled straps was tiring. The myriad buckles each had small brass
padlocks locked through tongue rings or brass posts insuring the continuing
stress of flesh compressing restraint and wearisome posture without possibility
of loosening the straps or escaping the enforced posture. Thus was the appearance of the women bound
and naked guaranteed while in transit for delivery to the training institution
that was to be the centre of their existence in the near future. The psychological state of the women paralleled
their physical disposition imitating in imagination what they experienced in
their stringent bondage. The terror of
apprehension gripped them as tightly as the buckled and locked straps. Meredith wanted to leave. She strained against her bondage ‑ she
burbled her thwarted desire against the stifling ball in her mouth ‑ the
bus strained in a low gear, climbing an incline toward an inevitable and dread
destination. Her eyes gleamed, open as
wide and gorgeous as the sky as she tried to hold back tears forming in watery
effulgence against her will. Darlene
noted the signs of her employer’s distress trickling down her weary
cheeks. She had never seen Meredith cry.
No particular strap hurt unbearably, but
their unyielding combination, forcing Meredith to sit upright and unmoving with
her back arched and breasts thrust forward; arms and legs bound helplessly
immobilised became at first tiresome and then agonising as the bus lurched and
groaned through traffic. The constrained
inability to move wore on her and the other girls as well. Meredith could only see Darlene sitting a
hand’s-breadth away, but she could hear the others behind her groaning in
concert with the bus as they sat in the same rigid compliance to their bondage
as she and Darlene. What passed for
comfort ensued as the bus escaped the outskirts of town and sped along the
coast; at least she wasn’t being tossed from side to side and the tightness of
her straps simply became a dull agony rather than the sharp cutting pain
endured earlier. The harbour receded
behind them; the coast unfurled to the right and Meredith knew their
destination lay to the east. The view
was beautiful. As many times as she had
driven the route she had never really appreciated or even noticed how
beautiful. The small towns and villages
looked interesting for the first time as if she had never seen them
before. Darlene whimpered and brought
Meredith rushing back to her own misery and suffering.