Chapter 1: The Game Begins

 

Molly was aggravated; Mei had left the house for a quick coffee run over an hour ago and should have been back by now. The hot guy at the coffee shop probably distracted Mei. Though Molly had abandoned any desire for men, little Mei still appreciated them. Though she only ogled them these days, her devotion to Molly too strong to dally with a man. Molly expected the little slut was also vying for a good spanking; it had been a week since she had tanned her taut little rump.

When the phone rang and she saw it was Mei on the caller ID, she answered and nastily asked, "Where are you?"

"Forgive me Mistress," Mei answered, "but the car stalled and won't start. Can you come pick me up?"

Molly noticed she sounded scared, as she should be, so she said, "OK, where are you?" After jotting down the address she got dressed and left.

Molly owned several cars, a benefit of being wealthy, and once she left her gated property she drove toward town where Mei told her she was broken down. What she did not know was that a team of operatives were immediately dispersed throughout her house, disabling her alarm while they bugged and installed hidden cameras in every room. When she arrived where Mei told her, the car was parked next to the curb, but there was no sight of her girl. She pulled up behind it and got out to look in the car.

When she opened the door she saw an envelope on the front seat and a pang of fear ran through her, making her head swivel around her surroundings to see if she was in danger. They were in an industrial stretch of buildings, and since it was a weekend, it was a desolate place at the moment. After making sure no one was lurking nearby Molly snatched the envelope and withdrew the folded note within it.

It read: Mei Ling is now my guest and if you want to see her again you will not contact the police, but go home and wait for a phone call. If you really don't care about her I can tell you her future will not be bright, I have other ways I can profit from her. If you want to see her again go home and wait.

Though she was now truly terrified, and her natural instinct was to run far and fast, Molly actually cared about Mei. She found herself walking back to her other car, getting in it, and then driving home, still with no idea what she should do. Calling in the authorities seemed the logical choice, but the warning against it made her fear it would cost her the chance of ever seeing Mei again. By the time she arrived home she was at least certain she should hear the demands they would make before deciding what to do.

As she entered her house she had no inkling that Wallace was observing her every move now. He watched her pacing about the kitchen after fixing a strong drink, which did nothing to calm her nerves. He let her fear and anxiety build for almost an hour, now sure that she was following his instructions and had not involved the authorities. Since he had Mei's phone, and with Emma making sure the new guest was prepared for her part, he called Molly.

Molly answered the phone, knowing it was whoever had Mei since the call was coming from her phone. She heard a robotically distorted voice say, "Are you ready to follow my directions?"

"What do you want from me?"

"You have half a million dollars hidden in a safe in your house. You will pack it in a gym bag and deliver it somewhere for me."

"How do I know Mei is alright?"

"You don't, but I will let her talk to you before I get you started on your journey. Now go to your front door and collect the box I left for you. I will call back in five minutes, open it and disperse the contents on your kitchen counter before I call back."

Before she could respond the phone went dead and she quickly bolted for the front door. As she collected the medium sized box from her portico Molly's fear was growing exponentially. Whoever took Mei knew about her hidden stash of cash, how much more did he know about her? A lot she figured, given how easily he was manipulating her so far. She cut open the box and dumped it on her kitchen island, a little confused and definitely put off by the contents.

There was a small halter-top, it was a bright yellow and very flimsily made, not her style at all. Along with the top was a micro skirt made of stretchy black latex, but it could have been a tube top with such a short hem. There was also a pair of matching yellow pumps with what she estimated were four-inch heels, difficult to walk in, but she had more severe heels in her shoe collection. Garish looking yellow fishnet stockings were the last part of the ensemble, and all she could think was that this was a streetwalker's outfit. She had no idea what they could want her to do with this, but the possibilities were disturbing.

The next call came at the five-minute mark exactly. She answered and heard, "Do you like the outfit I picked for you?"

"What the fuck do you mean?" she asked visibly irritated.

"I provided this outfit for you to wear when you deliver the bag to me."

"I will not!"

"Ok, you have sealed Mei's fate, you can call her phone back if you change your mind." The phone went dead.

Molly stared at the pile of clothes on her counter, knowing how humiliating it would be to wear them in public. It was obvious this person held a strong grudge against her. Given how callously she treated everyone, she had no idea who it could be because the list was too long. She downed two more straight scotches, trying to ease her body from trembling with rage and fear. Maybe it was the three strong drinks, but Molly decided that a little humiliation in order to rescue Mei was worth it, as well as the half million they wanted.

She picked up her phone and called Mei's. When he answered, Molly said, "I will do it, but not until I talk to her you bastard!"

"I promise you will speak to her before you leave. But for now you have half an hour to pack the bag and get dressed before I call to let you speak to her and tell you where to go. Oh, and by the way, you will wear everything in the box and nothing else," and again he hung up.

This just kept getting worse and worse, having to wear this so called clothing with no undergarments was almost too much. It took her five more minutes of pacing and weighing her options before she gathered the clothes from the island and ran to her bedroom. First she found a big gym bag and opened the safe, unloading her emergency cash into it. It was not close to her whole fortune and Mei had earned at least this much after years of loyal service. Not to mention the love she never admitted she felt for her little sub.

Then Molly started to strip; unaware that Wallace was watching her. He liked that she kept her bush neat and intact, a small patch of reddish fur just above her smooth sex lips. Her tits were also impressive, so round and full, with large, and currently erect nipples perched on top of them. He wondered if it was fear that engorged them, probably, he thought. But he now knew that he would make them harden for another reason soon enough. When she was nude Molly started to get dressed, if you could call it that.

Once she had the insufficient outfit on, Molly stared at her reflection in the mirror, disgusted by her appearance. The halter-top barely contained her braless tits, leaving her large nipples prominently displayed through the thin material and her belly bare. The latex skirt hugged her hips like a second skin and barely covered the tops of her thighs or her butt cheeks. This left the tops of her garish stockings visible and the ugly matching pumps did nothing to improve her appearance. When she glanced behind her back she grimaced. She saw how her skirt had been stitched down the middle of it so it separated and grabbed each cheek of her butt to display them quite lewdly. She was not sure she could bring herself to wear this in public.

But then the phone rang again and she saw it was set to face time, making her fear what she would see when she answered. It did not stop her from taking the call. She cried out, "Oh my GOD!" when she saw what was on the small screen. Molly could see Mei, still dressed the way she was when she left the house thankfully. But she was tied to a wooden chair with her wrists and ankles secured to the arms and front legs respectively. Then she watched Mei say, "Please Mistress, please do what they ask, I am scared."

Then the robotic voice took over, but Mei's image remained on the screen. "You look good slut," it said.

"Fuck you asshole, I have your money, where do I take it?" Molly asked, no longer worrying about her scant outfit, she was just concerned about Mei.

"You are still quite a bitch, even scared you bare your fangs. OK, here is what you will do. Take the bag to Central Station in town, the train terminal, you know it?"

"Yes I know it."

"Good, park in the short term lot and walk into the main terminal. You will march straight through the main promenade making sure you look the part you are dressed for. Is that clear so far?"

"Yes you douche bag, I will strut like a slut through the terminal."

"Good, in the back of the building you will find the storage lockers. You will proceed to locker number 442. It will have a key in it like it is available, but when you open it you will find another package. Take it out and place the bag in the locker. Close the door, turn and take the key with the new package to the ladies room. When you are alone in a stall I will call you, so don't dawdle." Again she was cut off before she could answer him, and that pissed her off since she had a few choice things to say to him.

The drive to the city was difficult, three stiff drinks had left her a bit tipsy and aware she had to drive carefully. Being pulled over dressed like this while inebriated would surely land her in jail. So she drove as cautiously as she could, despite the urgency she felt. After parking the car it took her a few minutes to screw up enough courage to carry the bag into the terminal. As she strode through the terminal she saw how the men leered at her exposed body and women looked derisively at her outlandish apparel. Molly never felt so humiliated in all her life, and that was not only the point, but also the beginning of what Wallace had planned for her penance.

She found the locker, and of course it was on the bottom row to make her bend down to take her new package and replace it with the bag. There was an older man looking at her while she did what she had to, and she was sure he got a nice look at her ass cheeks and maybe even her bare sex. Once the switch was made she quickly headed for the bathroom, only feeling a little relief when she saw the man walk away rather than follow her. She had enough problems; random perverts were not what she wanted to deal with now.

She entered the large ladies room and it was nearly empty, thankfully. The one woman at the sink glanced her way and quickly turned away, her aversion to the whorish looking Molly was obvious. She found the last stall in the corner was vacant, along with most of the stalls along the wall. Just as she was locking the door her phone rang and she had to wonder how closely he was monitoring her, even now.

"So far so good," the alien sounding voice said.

Being the bitch she was, Molly answered, "The money is there, you got what you want now tell me where Mei is asshole!"

"You still have the key to my money, you will need to deliver it next and then you will find Mei. Are you ready for the next leg of your adventure?"

"You are enjoying this, aren't you asshole?"

"Immensely."

"Well, what's next?"

"Understand this, if you do not follow my next instructions exactly you will watch Mei suffer for your disobedience, is that clear?"

"Yes you bastard, I am going to have you hung by your balls when I get my hands on you," Molly said, her anger flaring. It made her make comments that would come back to haunt her.

Ignoring her outburst, the voice said, "Inside the box you will find a leather waist belt with a crotch strap attached to it," Molly went rigid hearing that. "The strap has a dildo mounted to it that will fit nicely in inside you, but only after you insert the locker key in your cunt first."

"You're fucking kidding, right?" Molly answered, shocked by the indignity this man expected her to inflict on herself.

"I am deadly serious you obnoxious bitch. Now swallow your monumental pride and remember that a little discomfort for you will save Mei from serious distress. Right now she is fine, that can change. Now are you ready to proceed?"

"Yes you sick pervert."

"Good, once you have put yourself together as I instructed, you may return to your car and start driving back home. I will call you again once you are on the road to reveal your actual destination."

As Molly expected, the call ended abruptly and she looked at the box in her lap, scared to open it and actually see what he had described. Finally she did and then she stared at it, digesting what it was and how to put it on, she felt utter revulsion. But her need to help Mei, and the fact she went this far already, made Molly take the harness and put it on after pulling up her skirt. The waist belt went on first and then she stood up and adjusted it so the crotch strap dangled behind her rump. She stared at the key she was holding for a moment and said, "This is fucked up," before easing it into her sex. She thought she would have been dry and tight from the fear that gripped her, but she found her pussy was wet and sensitive instead. When she slipped the six-inch dildo in behind it she moaned a little, the feeling not too bad at all. But once she strapped the front of the crotch strap to the waist belt she was feeling humiliated again and that enraged her.

When she went to move her skirt back in place her anger got worse, realizing there was no way to hide the harness under the tight skirt. Just when she was ready to give up and take off the harness, her phoned chimed that a text message arrived. She read, 'I bet Mei sounds beautiful when she screams, will we both find out?' She stared at it and knew he had her again, either he was watching her every move, or knew her well enough to anticipate her reactions. Either way, he had her hooked and would not let her wriggle free from this nightmare.

She texted back, 'I am on my way,' biting her lip as she typed, wondering how she could stand walking back through the terminal with the harness visible beneath her skirt. The room was empty when she left the stall and she took a moment to find the most modesty the tiny skirt would allow her. She had to leave the waist belt exposed if she wanted the hem to hide the end of the dildo that protruded through the crotch strap. Whoever orchestrated this knew exactly how to handle her and how much it would humiliate her, and by now she knew that was his intention.

She walked back into the terminal and started down the promenade toward the exit. As soon as she was in a crowd the dildo in her pussy started to buzz and she stumbled from the combined shock of it while walking in the cheap heels. A man she was passing noticed her trip and grabbed her arm to steady her, making her cringe as one of her breasts brushed against his hand, the thin material between them feeling almost non-existent.

"Thanks, I'm ok," she said, twisting her arm from his light grip and walking away quickly. Under her breath she was muttering, 'fucking bastard' over and over as she tried to walk straight and get out of the terminal. He just made it infinitely harder by somehow activating the dildo lodged inside her, which also made the locker key wiggle around inside her sex. The dildo might have been a pleasant distraction, but the key made it painful, not seriously, but more like annoyingly. By the time she reached her car she was in tears, mainly because of how she had just publicly humiliated herself. But as she got into her car she could also feel how wet her thighs were, the damn dildo was somehow working her up, despite this insane situation. As she started the car and began driving toward home, she held the phone tightly in her hand, wondering what this sick bastard had planned next in his elaborate scheme. With her humming pussy leaking all over her seat, Molly hoped she did not have long to wait.