mollypops23:javalar:I had been one of these “truth or dare” evenings. A group o
mollypops23: javalar: I had been one of these “truth or dare” evenings. A group of giggling and pretty buzzed friends plus a few “acquaintances”, ending up in a house nobody seemed to recognize, but which apparently belonged to somebody of the current group. And of course, it didn’t really matter anyway, right? Everyboy was happy, everybody was a bit drunk, and there was a place where they could crash and continue their laughter and giggling and their games. Truth or Dare. Amanda certainly had not wanted to answer if she had ever cheated on her boyfriend, nor did she want to answer how often she masturbated. Those had been the starting questions. Things quickly went really ugly from there. Of course, she soon found herself naked for not answering questions. Amanda had expected that. That’s what the game was about, when you were drunk, right? You embarassed yourself in front of everyone, and the next morning, it was all forgotten, because everybody had been too drunk anyway. Then, suddenly, “props” had turned up. “I dare you to put on this chastity belt”. What the heck? Where did a chastity belt come from? Who had such a thing in his closet? Like… for real? A real, metal, shiny belt, looking all new and unused. Amanda did not want to answer if she ever had anal sex, and in a way, wasn’t wearing a belt at least giving you some protection from other silly tasks like “I dare you to use this butt plug” or “I dare you to masturbate in front of us”. All of those had also turned up. As always, the girls seemed to push each other to more extreme levels, but it was a first that stuff became quite so sexual. Amanda wasn’t sure where this was heading, but at the same time, it was a bit difficult to concentrate, being under the influence and all. Feeling light headed did not exactly make it easy to think. The chastity belt was quite tight and Amanda realized that she did not know who actually had the key to this thing. She hoped that, drunk as everyone was, they would still be able to find it later. “That would be the most embarrassing thing ever, to go somewhere and get this thing removed”, she thought. “Truth or Dare, Amanda?”, someone asked. It was one of the girls she did not know. “Dare”, Amanda said. It couldn’t really get worse, could it? “I dare you to get into that cage!”, the girl said triumphantly, and laughter exploded amongst the group. It sounded like another eccentric, wonderful idea. Some heads turned. A cage? Amanda thought of one of those cages for guinea pigs or rabbits. Then she saw the thing, standing there at the far side of the room. How had she missed that before. It looked … real. And scary. “I’m … I’m not sure”, Amanda said. “Bullshit”, the girl replied. And Amanda’s best friend Emma punched her into the side. “Come on! It’ll be fun! What’s there to be timid about it?” Amanda grinned, feeling light headed again, sighed, and nodded. “I am out for the rest of the game then, right?”, she asked. There would be nothing else she could do in that cage. At least that was some kind of positive. Somebody nodded: “Yeah, Amanda has lost!” Laughter. Giggles. Amanda had to laugh herself, and let the girls walking her over to the cage. Somebody opened the front. “Put your head and neck here”, a voice said. Giggles again. Amanda frowned. What kind of…? The cage closed. Her neck was trapped. It was… quite uncomfortable and a bit embarrasing. Being naked in a cage, wearing chastity belt and all. How absurd. How had it even come to all this? Amanda watched the game continuing. After a while, she realised, that all her friends somehow ended up trapped or restrained. Emma, wearing a silly ball gag, was mummified in foil. Madison, still wearing her butt plug from the dare earlier, found herself tied up in ropes. Chloe had to put one some strange latex costume with leather straps. Charlotte was put into a straight jacket. Amanda’s head started to spin. Who was even left? Just … just the three girls she did not know. And Autumn. “Truth or Dare Autumn”, one of the girls said. They sounded pretty sober. Amanda glanced around the room, saw all her friends helpless on the floor, trapped, immobilized, helpless. “RUN, AUTUMN, RUN!”, Amanda shouted. She banged her hands against the cage, but it was more than solid. Autumn turned around, frowning at her. Clearly drunk. “I dare you to go down to the cellar into the stocks”, one of the girls said. Autumn looked at them, confused, clearly trying hard to concentrate. “Therearestocksduhnthere…?”, she asked. “Howdoyouevenknow…?” Amanda saw the three girls nodding at each other. Then they acted with frightful precision and routine, all grabbing Autumn, her arms, her neck, and pushing here out of the room. Autumn struggled feebly. Amanda froze. Watching the four girls disappear. Footsteps on a staircase. Then, suddenly, Autumn started to scream and cry. Laughter. Amanda wanted to bury her face in her hands, but she couldnt. She could only listen, and stare into the dim room, at all her friends, lying around helpless on the floor. How could they have been so stupid? The door opened. But it was not the girls. It was a group of men, clad in black. Muscular guys, the soldier type. Face masks on their heads. Amanda screamed, struggling in the cage, trying to free her head, trying to open the door somehow. All in vain. The men started to carry the girls out of the room, like one would empty a room of furniture. Silent and with a frightening routine. Then three of them walked to the cage. “Why is she in that cage?”, asked one. “It looks heavy.” It was the first sentence that was spoken. “That’s because the scouts have marked her as something special. She’s the jackpot. The prize. She’s supposed to go straight to the boss and into some special training. And she’s not to be fucked. The others, we can play with, especially the one downstairs. Nobody cares if they are a bit damaged goods. But puppy here…”. He kicked against the bars. “No fucking. That’s why she’s wearing the belt. Just to make sure.” “I’ve been on several forays with you now, but there was never a girl in a cage”, the first one said. “Yes, they are rare. She’s special.” “Why is hear head sticking out of the cage?” “Because”, the man opened his belt and dropped his pants. “I said no fucking.” Another excellent story by @javalar . I am actually pretty damn jealous that I didn’t think of this sort of group capture scenario myself. Kudos! Devotional Training: It starts with the capture. -- source link