It was 4pm on a Friday and I left college in the official student uniform of tight jeans, black T shirt and backpack. I was looking forward to getting home and having a shower and some nice time with Lotus when my phone pinged. I stopped and read the text which was very brief.
“Get in the white van”.
One of the ways that Lotus controls me is through my phone. Apart from monitoring me, she can text me at any time to give instructions or to remind me of her power over me. In practice Lotus does not text me when I am supposed to be working but she always knows my schedule so she knows when I am on lunch and she knows what time I finish.
It was 4pm on a Friday and I left college in the official student uniform of tight jeans, black T shirt and backpack. I was looking forward to getting home and having a shower and some nice time with Lotus when my phone pinged. I stopped and read the text which was very brief.
“Get in the white van”.
Just ahead of me was a white van parked beside the pavement with a man smoking a cigarette beside the side door. I suddenly felt a very creepy feeling: to have sent the text at exactly the right time, Lotus must be watching me and I had not seen her. I resisted the temptation to look around, took a deep breath and walked towards the van.
I was about to get into a van with people I had never seen before and with no idea of what was going to happen. Lotus and myself only had a safe word at the very start of our relationship and I had never dared to use it because Lotus had given me a promise that, if I did use the safe word, she would immediately stop what she was doing to me AND NEVER DO ANYTHING KINKY TO ME EVER AGAIN. She knew that I could not bear that thought. Very soon the safe word was withdrawn because the relationship depends on trust. If I have the power to make Lotus stop doing something that means that I am the one with ultimate control and that is not the dynamic which we have. It is essential that I have complete trust in Lotus that she will never make me do anything which will take me too far beyond my safe limits. I depend upon her to know me well enough to stretch me just an inch beyond what I think I can bear and no further.
So, I climbed into the sliding side door of the van and immediately, a man in the back of the van pulled some sort of cloth bag over my head at the same time as the door slammed shut behind me. Rough, unsympathetic hands forced me face down on the ribbed steel floor and my hands were pulled behind my back and handcuffed as the van pulled away. It was a very uncomfortable journey with me rolling on the floor whenever the van took a corner and men’s voices were talking in a language which I could not identify.
It seemed to me that we drove for a long time but I may be wrong about that. The van stopped and I heard someone get out of the cab then we drove forward slowly and stopped. I heard the side door open and I was dragged out of the van, somehow, I had lost my shoes.
The thought that this was purely a game arranged by Lotus was very far from my mind and I was fighting the fear as men barked at me in whatever language they were using and hands pushed and pulled me to exactly where they wanted me to stand.
Without any warning, my belt was unbuckled, my jeans unzipped and jeans and knickers were dragged down to my ankles so that I was hobbled. I felt the cool air on my most intimate place and then someone was using a knife to cut away my top. It seemed to be quite a serious knife and I really did not enjoy the feeling of him using a knife so close to my boobs. This was one of those days when Lotus had forbidden me a bra so I felt their eyes taking in my nakedness and then I jolted in shock as he placed the cold blade of the knife flat against my left breast. I was very close to losing it and I knew that I was breathing heavily which would make my chest rise and fall; this was really not a good time to give them any extra sexual stimulus. It was also in my mind that Lotus may have set careful limits on my captors but guys do have a tendency to get carried away and I was not confident about their level of self-control.
That was when arms circled my body pulling me backwards at the same time as someone lifted my feet and dragged the clothing from my ankles then I was lowered flat on my back on a cold, hard floor with my cuffed hands still behind me. My hood was lifted off and I saw that I was in a large industrial space – factory or warehouse, which had obviously been abandoned. The white van was parked nearby and three youngish men were looking down at me.
One of them knelt and began to secure my ankles with some sort of binding while another dug his hand between my legs and began to handle me roughly. I felt his hot fingers intrude into me and I began to squirm which, of course, only made things worse. The third man tied a rope around my lower face painfully gagging me.
The groping did not last for long before two of them picked me up and put me back into the van and the door was slammed shut leaving me in semi darkness lit only by light coming in through the air vents up near the roof of the van. I heard muffled conversation and then silence.
And the silence went on. There was not even any traffic noise but I was inside a van inside a building and the type of building suggested perhaps it was on a trading estate so not directly on a main road?
I was cold and uncomfortable and, increasingly, I needed to pee. I waited for a while but then reasoned that I had no clothing to soil and, although I would not enjoy laying in it and smelling it, perhaps the ridges in the floor would allow it to drain if the van was even slightly off level. So, I let it go.
And still I waited. The small amount of light coming into the van faded and I was in pitch darkness with my stomach rumbling. Lunch was a long time ago and I had missed tea. I must have dozed because I was awakened by male conversation and artificial light coming through the air vent. Then the van door opened and I blinked in a blaze of light through the open door. As you know, I could not understand whatever language they were using but they were clearly not happy about their van being used as a toilet. That was their own fault.
Two of them dragged me out of the van and onto the floor and my ankles were freed. I think I was pleading through my gag to be let go but I got the impression that this was not on the agenda. An old rag was produced from somewhere and my groin area was wiped clean, well it had already dried. He clearly enjoyed having the chance to grind his hand into my softest parts under cover of cleaning me and, looking upwards, I saw the other two unzipping their trousers and freeing their erect members.
Suddenly the wildness broke out and the world became a whirl of impressions. I cannot take you through every detail of who did what and when but you get the idea. I was very thoroughly fucked with my body being shoved into whatever position they wanted in the moment. In the course of this the handcuffs dug painfully into my wrists and my elbows and knees were bruised on the ground. I banged my head a couple of times which made me see stars and I knew that my face was a mass of tears, snot, cum and saliva.
There was never a moment when one or more of them were not on top of me but then I realized that I had air above me. I was just trying to reorientate myself when the first shower of urine soaked my face and hair. I curled into a pathetic ball and was dimly aware of the van driving away. Obviously, this must have involved opening the main door but I was totally unaware of that. I could not even tell you if they closed the door after themselves or left it open to allow whoever might come in and discover me.
The thought was knocking on my mental door that perhaps I should consider moving but that thought was coming from a very long way away and I simply pushed it aside. All I could do was to lie here with my mouth and nose full of noxious fluid.
I was very unsure if Lotus was real or a hallucination when she began to wipe me down and to whisper into my ear. She was very gentle as she used soap and warm water and helped me to sit up. I honestly have no memory of whether she dressed me or left me to do it myself. Did she bring clothes for me or wrap me in her own coat? I have no idea. All I really recall clearly is the sensation of our warm, soft bed back at the flat and her soft body beside me as she stroked my newly scented hair.