The car sped along the substandard South African roads, jarring and bumping me every time it hit a ridge or pothole. Being trussed up in the confines of a car's trunk was a harrowing and terrifying experience. I was hogtied, lying on my front, with my wrists and ankles secured together in the middle of my back. Pains radiated from all around my body, particularly from my nether region where a pair of silicone dildos occupied my twin orifices.

To make matters worse, I couldn't move, or fidget about, to shift my position and ease the pain. I was also shaking like a leaf and sweating so badly, I feared that I was going to throw up and choke to death. Only a few minutes had passed since leaving the sanctuary of George's house, but I was already praying that the journey would soon be over.

The dominant young woman had arrived early to collect me; and at the same time cement her friendship with the tall, aggressive black man who claimed to be my permanent master. Over six days, George had been training me to perform depraved acts in order to satisfy his and his friend's insatiable desire for long sessions of perverted sexual gratification.

He, and Jupe before him, had successfully trained me by building up my dependency on smack, which before long, I craved with a vengeance. So, the ten days since I was kidnapped gave them plenty of time to have me eating out of their hands.

Then there was my size. When Earl saw me, on the day that I was kidnapped, he told Jupe that I was too scrawny for his clients. The answer they came up with was to feed me dog food, sprinkled with bulking powder while I was trussed up like an animal, in a cage, in their backyard.

I was craving the drug so didn't give much thought to my weight, or what I looked like. All I knew was that George had to get me a larger size dress. I had a history of using heroin in my late teens, so their determination to get me hooked was achieved in a much shorter period of time. After a few days, I was their bitch!

Earl had agreed with George that I would spend the weekend at the 'Silver Stiletto Nightclub', if I was ready. When Jupe arrived to collect me, she brought a bag of restraints with her. I was expecting a hit, but instead of a needle, the pair of dominants forced a thick latex hood onto my recently shaved head.

After zipping it down to my neck, they forced a ball gag into my mouth. The hood was emblazoned with a white '5' on the front, which Jupe said would be my name, while I worked at the club over the weekend. To complete the restraints, a high leather collar was wrapped around my neck and black leather cuffs were buckled on my wrists and calves.

They walked me to the back of the car and then after George had pushed me into the trunk, they connected the four 'D' rings on the cuffs with a cable tie, thus restraining me securely in a hogtie for the journey.

So, there I was, fearful that I wouldn't survive the journey, terrified of the inky blackness and sweating in the stifling heat. Also, the heavy scent from the tight rubber rocked my senses as the car sped along the bumpy road. They had put a blanket down and provided a cushion for my head but that hardly compensated for the awfully uncomfortable ride in the trunk of a car!

Thankfully, the car slowed, made a few sharp turns and then reversed a short distance, before coming to a halt. Once the engine was switched off, I expected Jupe to come around and release me from the trunk, but I was made to wait for ages.

The moment the lid was opened, I started sobbing with relief at being able to breathe fresh air and see daylight again. I looked over my shoulder to see that Earl and another heavyweight black man were studying my semi-naked body.

"The bitch was as scrawny as a rake the first time Jupe showed her too me. She still ain't the way I want her. What do you reckon, Erick?"

"She looks as light as a feather. Let's get her out o' there and see what's what..."

I was wearing a native smock-like dress, which was made from thin cotton and covered in a dreary, multi-colour floral design. I wasn't wearing panties, so the dress had ridden up when I was forced into the trunk. The guys therefore had an unobstructed view of my sex and ass crack which were fully exposed between my parted thighs.

Four huge hands reached in and hauled me out into the open, enabling me to see that I was in a well-lit underground garage. Even though sunlight was streaming in at the end, the shaded parking area was mercifully cool.

"You're right Erick, this bitch is as light as a feather. We'll do our bit and keep her on the program, until she goes back to George on Monday. Hopefully, by next time we use her, she'll blend in a bit more with the girls..."

Both men were wearing grey slacks and short sleeve white shirts; and both men had a holstered pistol on his hip, suggesting the situation I was entering was fraught with danger. Earl, who was the older and taller of the two men, stood over 6 feet tall, but was slighter in build than his stocky companion.

The men carried me through the garage, past a line of expensive marque cars and down some steps into a basement, which was even cooler than the level above. The fact that I wasn't particularly bothered about Earl, who had a firm grip of my thighs, eyeballing my pussy on the journey, was a measure of just how far I had sunk since my kidnap.

We entered a lower parking area that had been turned over for accommodation. A row of about 12 to 15 narrow mattresses were lined up on the floor, along one side of the sterile concrete zone. More than half of the mattresses were occupied by naked black girls. They were sprawled on their backs, either dozing or chatting to each other.

The girls were all wearing numbered hoods, like me, but their gags had been removed. We passed four mattresses, before the men dumped me on the fifth bed, between two shapely black girls. Once the cable tie holding the cuffs together was cut, I was able to unfold and stretch my limbs once again.

"Five! Roll over onto your back and stick your hands and feet in the air."

I rolled over and raised my limbs as instructed. While Earl stood at the end of the bed, the stranger stood in the two foot gap between the beds and removed all four cuffs from my wrists and ankles. He then knelt and pushed my legs down into a fold until my knees were on my chest, then eased both dildos from my orifices.

After throwing them onto the end of the mattress, he grabbed the back of my thighs and gave them a squeeze. Erick seemed satisfied when he finished and stood up. "Sit up, bitch, remove your dress and give it to me," he ordered.

As soon as I handed the dress to the stocky black man, Earl moved down the opposite side of the mattress and removed my gag. "Five, do not wander away from this mattress unless you need the toilet. Your mistress will be down soon to collect you."

"S... Sir, Jupe didn't give me a hit," I said. My voice was rough and sounded desperate.

"Bitch, she will sort you out. I don't want to hear any more complaints from you. Understand?"

I was sitting up hugging my naked body to try and stop the trembling. "Y... yes, Sir. I... I do..."

With that, he joined the other heavy and marched off. The floor was covered with white marble ceramic tiles, so it looked as though the area was going to be permanently used to accommodate the company's whores. Thankfully, the mattress I was sitting on was decent quality and comfortable. It was grimy and stained by previous occupants, but I didn't care about that.

Black guards dressed in light grey slacks and dark grey shirts, stood at each end of the area, ensuring that no one could leave the room without permission. I was a prisoner again, naked and alone. However, I wasn't chained, and I had a mattress to lie on. All I had to do was get a grip and wait..."