Taming a Tempest

Chapter 1

Tempest looked around the room again. Now there were only two. She looked back at Alaine, the only other occupant of the room and saw her friend staring back at her with terror-filled eyes. What was going on here?

Both women had been immobilized, as had been their four friends. They were gagged and hog-tied with their arms and legs bound together behind their backs. Then, one by one, the women had been taken from the room to who only knew what terrible fate. Now, only Tempest and Alaine were in the room but Tempest feared that they too would eventually be carted away.

Tempest could tell that they were no longer on the ship. The six college friends had planned a mini-reunion and selected a Caribbean cruise for their vacation. Tempest had trouble adjusting to the constant vibrations of the ship and the gentle movement of the floor on her first day at sea but eventually did become accustomed to it. Now, neither of those was present. The floor did not vibrate and it was motionless. She didn't know where they were but she knew that they were on land somewhere.

They were both in their sleep attire, as were the four who had already been taken away. They had partied on the ship the evening before and had gambled in the ship's casino and then they had gone to bed. They were sleeping in three adjoining cabins and all were asleep soon after getting back to their rooms.

Thankfully, Tempest had worn pajamas that night. Poor Alaine had worn a short nightie which had ridden up to bunch around her waist, leaving her completely exposed from there down. Tempest knew that Alaine must be dying of embarrassment.

"Lot number five," she heard a male voice say. "That one over there." Tempest turned her head and saw two men walking toward Alaine. Alaine struggled and tried to shriek around the ball that had been stuffed in her mouth, but it was useless. She couldn't move because of the way she had been trussed up and all that came out of her mouth was muffled grunts and groans. Tempest watched in despair as the men lifted Alaine and carried her from the room. Based on how often the men had been coming, she knew that she only had less than thirty minutes until they returned for her.

The six of them had been very close in college. They were like sisters. They had gone their separate ways since graduation and this reunion was long overdue. Tempest had gone on to law school and, at the age of twenty six, was an attorney in a prestigious law firm for two years already.

In fact, all six of them were twenty six. It was one of the things that they had in common. Another thing in common was that they were each strikingly beautiful, although each in her own way. Tempest had long black hair and a svelte, sylphlike body, adorned by large, firm breasts. Alaine had long red hair that she wore like a curled flowing mane. She was the shortest of the six at five feet two inches and had earned the nickname Leprechaun. Her body, though, was unlike that of any leprechaun. It was an amazing collection of curves and hills and valleys. And, while her breasts were not as large as Tempest's, the 36C orbs looked huge on her small frame.

Elke and Carrie were the two blondes and were both tall. Elke was the Norse goddess of the group. Her long, almost platinum, blonde hair and her statuesque frame made her look like she just stepped out of a Nordic myth. Carrie's broad shoulders and confident look gave her the appearance of an Amazon warrior. Both had well endowed chests.

Kim was the least chesty of the women but, with her slender frame, it worked well for her. Despite having 34B breasts, she was extremely well proportioned. It gave her a streamlined, sleek look that usually had men's heads craning to get a better view of her. And her long auburn hair looked like fine silk.

Tammy had brown hair that she seemed to keep in a perpetual ponytail. Her chest, which was normally a size 36C, had developed in recent months to 38D. She was currently seven months pregnant and had a constant glow about her these days.

They had all chosen different career paths once they left college. Tempest was the lawyer. Alaine was in medical school and had another year until she graduated as a doctor. Kim was an elementary school teacher. Elke was a management consultant. Carrie worked in marketing for a pharmaceutical company. And Tammy worked for a multinational nonprofit, although she planned to take a leave of absence to focus on her upcoming baby.

Tempest struggled against her bindings again, trying to get loose. She knew that it was an exercise in futility. She had tried many times since waking up in this room, hours earlier. But she had to try.

They must have been drugged, thought Tempest. How else could they have all been kidnapped like that? But they all felt fine before they went to bed. Maybe they had been drugged while they were sleeping. But how had the kidnappers smuggled them off the ship? And why? What did they want with the six women? And who were they?

Tempest tensed as she heard first steps. She felt a chill rush through her body as she heard the creaky door opening and knew that they were coming for her. It was predictable.

"Last one," said one of the males. Then, without any more conversation, they lifted Tempest and carried her out of the room and down the hall.

"Another one for processing," said the same male as they carried her into a second room. They placed her on a low rectangular table that was about two feet off the floor. She tried to look around the room but was facing a corner and could not see anything but wall.

"Can you put her on the stand before you go?" a female voice asked.

"Sure thing," the second male answered. "And I think I'll stick around to watch for a bit with this one." Tempest's wrists were detached from her ankles and then her wrists were untied and she was lifted by her upper arms and dragged across the room. She tried to struggle but her arms were numb from being bound so severely for so long. Her wrists were placed in cuffs which were, in turn, attached to two corners of a square wooden frame. For the first time, she could see around the room and gasped at what she saw.

Alaine was in an identical wood frame and still had that terrified look in her eyes. She no longer had to worry about her nightgown bunching up around her waist, though. She was completely naked! Not only that, but she was getting more naked. A woman was kneeling between Alaine's legs and was shaving off all of her pubic hair!

Elke was also in the room. She was in a similar frame, although the frame had been rotated so that she was horizontal. Her bindings must have been very tight because her body was taut with hardly any sagging in the middle. Two women were with her with one standing on each side of her. They appeared to be applying makeup. The other three friends were gone.

The door opened again and a male poked his head in. "We're ready for number four."

"Almost there," said the woman who was rouging Elke's nipples. "Give us one minute." She finished painting the nipples which, by now, were quite stiff from all of the attention. She moved to the side and spread Elke's labia with her fingers. Tempest cringed as she saw another woman touching her friend so intimately. Then she opened her eyes wide in surprise as she watched the woman apply rouge to Elke's clitoris, making it bright red and prominent.

"Let's start processing," a woman said as she stepped in front of Tempest. She was carrying a pair of shears and Tempest froze in fear. The woman raised the shears and, with three practiced cuts, turned Tempest's pajama top into rags, letting it fall to the floor. Tempest blushed furiously at being so exposed. Two more snips left the bottoms on the floor also and left Tempest completely naked. As soon as the bottoms were off, the two women grasped her ankles and pulled them to the bottom corners of the frame, cuffing them, and leaving her tightly stretched and totally vulnerable.

"I could tell she'd be nice one. Catch of the day," said the male who had remained behind. He got up from his chair and walked slowly around the bound girl.

"Yeah," said the woman who had just stripped her, "she'll make someone a fine pet."

Tempest's head was spinning. What was going on? They kept talking about processing. What did that mean? What was she being processed for? Now they were talking about being a pet. What was that all about?

The other woman pulled a hose over to Tempest and then wet her down completely. Thankfully, the water was warm but it was still an indignity that she did not need. A bucket of soapy water was set down in front of her and one woman pulled out a stiff bristled brush and started rubbing it all over her naked body. The other woman stood on a stool behind her and massaged shampoo into her long raven locks.

The brush was harsh and Tempest winced several times as it abraded against her tender flesh. She looked down in disbelief as it scraped across one sensitive nipple and then the other. Once every inch of her skin had been abused, the water was turned back on and she was hosed down a second time, rinsing her.

One woman grabbed a towel as the woman on the stool reached for a hair dryer. They spent the next five minutes drying her before the woman on the stool started combing out her hair. She did this for over ten minutes, leaving it silky and shiny.

While her hair was being combed, the other woman occupied herself with taking measurements. She had a clipboard and measuring tape and recorded numerous statistics. Some statistics, like bust size, inseam, waist and hips were normal, although Tempest had never been measured before while in this position. Others were new to her. The distance between the nipples, the distance between nipples and clit, and the circumference of a breast at the base were new measurements to her. The woman set the tape measure aside and brought out calipers for other unusual measurements: the diameter of a nipple, the thickness of the septum, and the width of her clit.

Tempest looked around again. Elke was gone. Apparently processing was complete for her and Tempest wondered what the next step was. Alaine was still in the room and now was horizontal, receiving her own makeup. The woman who had been working on Alaine was standing in front of Tempest, getting ready to go to work.

Tempest shook her head furiously and grunted some protests around the gag. She did not want to be shaved. She kept her pubic hair trimmed sexily but she had no desire for the bald look. She struggled in her bindings.

The woman just looked up at her and smiled. "If you keep jumping around like that, who knows what this blade will snip off? But it doesn't matter to me. I get paid the same regardless of what I remove."

Tempest looked down at the woman and pleaded with her eyes. But she saw no signs of sympathy being returned in her direction. She knew that she would be bald soon. Her meticulously trimmed pubic hair was lathered up, which was bad enough in and of itself. No woman had ever touched her there. The razor made several scrapes over her mound and then she felt her labia being tugged outward to let the blade remove any stray hairs. Her face burned with shame as her genitals were touched and fondled by this stranger. It was humiliating beyond belief.

She gasped when the woman finished and she felt the frame being rotated. She found herself staring at the floor and gasped as the stool was placed under her hips, propping her bottom up into the air. Why were they doing this to her? She had not seen any of her friends in this position.

The shaving woman stepped between her legs and, with the help of the lather and the blade, removed any unsightly hairs that resided between her bottom cheeks. The woman moved and Tempest felt someone else step between her tightly stretched legs. This was horrible!

She felt a damp cloth wipe over the space between her sex and her little pucker. As soon as it was removed, she felt cold there, followed by a stinging sensation. Then, for the next five minutes, she felt a series of little pinpricks on the sensitive flesh there. She shrieked into her gag as she realized they were giving her a tattoo. It was all so cruel! They were permanently marring her perfect body!

She did not know what was being tattooed on her perineum. Even she had known, she probably would not have understood the significance. When the woman was finished, ‘0914CF' was permanently inked into the girl's flesh.

The frame was flipped again and Tempest was staring at the ceiling. It took two women to exchange gags but they were very efficient and skilled. The ball was removed from the bound woman's mouth and immediately, a tool was inserted. It had two rubber pads that fit behind the girl's front teeth. When one woman squeezed the handles together, the pads were separated and it pried Tempest's mouth open wide. With one woman prying the mouth open, the other went to work, fitting what looked like a dental brace into Tempest's mouth. The mechanical device was fitted over her teeth and screws clamped down on the molars, holding it firmly in place. The woman reached in and gripped the captive's tongue, positioning it so that it fit into the clamp in front. Then she closed the clamp, capturing the tongue painfully in its teeth. A bar was placed across her tongue and secured to the device, completely immobilizing the tongue. Finally, the prying tool was removed and a wrench was used to ratchet the gag open until Tempest's lips were spread wide and her jaw was painfully open.

One of the women produced a hypodermic needle which caused Tempest to stiffen when she saw it. "This won't hurt," she said. "It will just relax your face so you look calm and beautiful." Then, she injected whatever was in the syringe in three spots above the girl's lips and three spots below. Within a minute, Tempest had no feeling and no control over her facial muscles. Then, the beauticians went to work.

The two women discussed their subject. One wanted only minimal highlights applied while the other thought that a heavier application would make her look less innocent and more sexually appealing. It was very frustrating to Tempest to listen to all of this going on and not be able to comment herself. On top of that, she was still naked! The sooner they stopped debating, the sooner this would be over and she could get dressed!

In the end, the minimalist won and she started to work on the face. She started by painting the stretched lips a pale shade of pink. When the color dried, she applied the gloss. She waited for that to dry before she moved on to the next part of her living canvas.

The other woman worked lower. She started by rolling Tempest's nipples back and forth with her fingers to stiffen them. Much to her chagrin, Tempest felt the little buds reacting as if on command and she felt totally humiliated again at the intimate touching of her body. Rouge was applied to the nipples, making them match the recently painted lips.

"She's unbelievably wet," observed the woman after she finished with the nipples. She had moved lower on the body and was stroking Tempest's labia, opening them. Tempest groaned with despair. "There's at least something about this that she likes."

"No there isn't," Tempest wanted to shout. But all that came out of her tortured mouth was something that sounded like "Oh Ay Ing"

The woman folded back the little hood and flicked the bound girl's clit, sending unwanted thrills through Tempest's body. This was infuriating! Once the clit had stiffened to the woman's satisfaction, she dabbed it with a cotton ball to dry it and then painted it to match the lips and nipples. As a final indignity, the woman swabbed down the labia with cotton to remove the copious amounts of Tempest's juices and then painted them pink too.

The woman at her head had applied a little bit of eyeliner but, other than that, had relied on Tempest's natural colorings. She selected some wide gold hoops and attached them to Tempest's pierced ears and then declared that they were finished. The frame was rotated upright at last. The two women then coated her body in oil until she had a fine satiny shine to her. The final step was the insertion of the wrench into Tempest's mouth again. They turned the wrench and her mouth started to close, relieving the horrible strain on her jaw. They didn't remove the infuriating gag. They simply adjusted it until her mouth was closed and her lips touched. Nobody would know that she was even wearing a gag but she would be unable to open her mouth.

"Now, we'll just give you a pretty smile." One of the women used her fingers to position the paralyzed and numb lips to her satisfaction. "Perfect!" she announced. The two women stepped back to admire their work.

"You were right," said one. "She didn't need much. She looks simply delicious like this."

"Yes," replied the other. "I might even make a go at this one. She's beyond perfect."

They were releasing her hands and binding them with leather cuffs when the door opened again. "Is she ready yet?" asked the male.

"She's good to go," said the facial beautician.

"Good," replied the male. "They're ready for her now."

"She's all yours," said the nipple painter.