Experience Bound Travel

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

"Let's face it, Melanie... your life has grown dull," I muttered quietly to myself. Yes, I had a lucrative life, with a highly regarded career as a top sales representative. But that didn't currently make it any less dull. "Week after week, doing the same thing... I'm in a rut!" I complained. There was no one around to hear it, though, since I lived alone. Bored, I was looking through one of those free papers you see laying around in various places. I'd gotten this at the local adult store and was reading all the advertisements in the back of the paper. There was one that intrigued me but on reading it more closely, I felt I'd better be careful. It advertised a confidential service but didn't go into details.

The name of the company (Experience Bound Travel) sent a subtle message but I had to find out what its true meaning might be. The area code indicated that it was probably local and I was curious enough to say to myself, "What the heck. I'll call and see what it's all about." I started to call, but chickened out several times. I was both nervous and excited at the same time. I finally got up enough courage to call, but an answering machine message said they were closed for the weekend. It gave their hours from Monday through Fridays.

After what seemed like a very long, still boring weekend, Monday arrived. This time my call was answered by a woman. "Hello, I'm curious about what your company can arrange in the way of a vacation," I informed her.

The woman chuckled merrily. "We can't send you to the moon, but almost anything else can be arranged. I'll send you a package so you can select the vacation location and the type of options you seek. Some of our guests have chosen very unusual trips, so please just be honest and don't worry about shocking us. One of our agents will personally contact you with price and arrangements if you choose to engage your vacation with us. By the way, we're a woman owned and operated business if that may be important to you."

Their large envelope arrived on the very next day. Eagerly and with slightly shaky hands, I opened it as soon as I got in the house. It seemed to be sort of like a selection menu. There were sheets with rows of words on it and instructions to circle words I'd want in a vacation. Scanning along the first set of rows, I was pleased to see bondage as one of the choices. I circled it and scanned the second set of rows, which had words like island, hotel, beach, cellar, sailing, car, roof and lots more. The next row was much simpler, asking for a choice between a planned date, or an abduction. Grinning now because I was feeling very naughty, I chose abduction. Enclosed I also found a price sheet. The prices were high enough to make me raise my eyebrows and breathe a little more quickly, but I'd not taken a vacation in years, so I selected a one week adventure.

Since it was a slow period, and as I said, I hadn't had a vacation in years, it was easy for me to block out a large window of availability. I scheduled my time off and hoped it'd happen during the next two weeks or so. Anxious to get the timings to mesh, I drove the paperwork to the address on the documents, which turned out to be a private home. Since it was a really nice place, I figured her business must be profitable. I parked my car and walked to the front door and knocked. The woman who answered the door was tall, slim and really pretty.

I introduced myself and handed her my paperwork, explaining that I'd already arranged for time off from my job, and hoping their schedule could fit me in sometime soon. She invited me in, giving me the chance to observe that the house was also lovely inside as we walked to her office. Her heels clicked on the tile floor and I couldn't stop myself from watching her ass sway in her tight skirt -- nor would I want to stop myself. We sat down in her office and she looked at the papers and then asked, "Melanie, my name is Naomi, and I have one very important question for you: do you want to experience sex during your vacation?"

Her tone of voice was so matter-of-fact as she asked the question that it quite surprised me. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped a little, but I still didn't have to think about my answer. My cheeks may have blushed, but I answered and elaborated. "Yes, I do. And I'd also like to be treated like a prisoner, helpless and vulnerable, as long as no one has any diseases." She smiled and we set a time window of several days during which something would happen. I learned quickly that having that feeling of not knowing what would happen, and not even knowing when it would happen, really excited me. "One question... do I need to bring anything for this vacation?"

She simply answered, "No," as she walked me to her door for my journey back home.

Time crept by but finally the beginning of the designated time window arrived. I was on tenterhooks all the time now -- so excited not knowing exactly when it would happen. When I was home that week on those first few days of my vacation time, wanting to have the feeling of being in a more vulnerable situation, I just wore panties and a T-shirt. One evening, it was midnight exactly when a van pulled into my driveway. I peeked out a window as two women came and knocked on my door. When I answered the door, they asked my name. When they'd confirmed they had the correct person, all they said to me was, "It's begun."

In moments, they'd pushed their way in, tying my hands and ankles with zip ties. Additional ones around my elbows were a nice touch, I thought. As a bag was placed over my head I was plunged into total darkness, and I was carried out and placed in their van -- helpless. I hoped that they'd had the presence of mind to lock my front door. But thoughts like that vanished as I wondered what would happen to me. My heart began to race, making me dangerously close to hyperventilating in the close confines of the bag.

After what seemed subjectively to be a long drive with many turns, stops and starts, the van ground to a halt. I was lifted out of the van and placed on the ground. My 'attackers' removed my clothes by cutting them off! There was a moment of sort of relief when they flopped me onto my tummy and cut the zip ties off my ankles. But then they bent my heels up toward my buttocks and applied heavy straps that bound my lower leg to its thigh, keeping my legs bent. They then wrapped each leg with long bandages, covering from my knees to my crotch!

Next they cut away the zip ties at my elbows and wrists, but forced each hand to its corresponding shoulder and bound forearm to arm like that, again covering each limb with the long bandages. When they were finished, I could only move about on my knees and elbows. I felt like a dog, but, lacking a dog's fur, I was a nude dog. They tried to force a ball gag into my mouth. I resisted, clenching my teeth. One of them just pinched my nose shut until I had to open my mouth to breathe. Seconds later my teeth were chewing on the ball gag and its strap was pulled tight behind my head. If I wanted to look around, I had to turn my head at an awkward angle. Finally. a thick collar was locked onto my neck, as one of them told me, "We can track your whereabouts with this and listen to your surroundings. It should help keep you out of trouble."

My next surprise came as they left me there, bound like that, naked and vulnerable like that, and merely drove away. It was now morning, just getting light and I couldn't move very well. Covering any distance was slow going, leaving me feeling very humiliated. As the sun started beating down on me, I began sweating. What dust and dirt I disturbed as I moved was now clinging to my body. My sweaty, dirty hair was hanging down in my face, and I really felt helpless and used. Strangely enough, this was just what I'd paid for and somewhere deep inside, my body was finding the humiliation of this situation a little arousing. I sought some shade so I wouldn't get sunburned.

Before they'd left, they'd promised me that some male employee of theirs would be delivering food and drink, so I should watch for his jeep with the 'Experience Bound Travel' logo on its doors. I was quite hungry and thirsty when I heard a a vehicle driving off road in my direction. I was relieved to see that it was the jeep I was told to expect. As it pulled up close, a guy got out, setting up a blanket with food and drink upon it. I moved as quickly as I could toward him, blushing furiously as he grinned at my slow progress, ogling my naked body. My blush must've deepened toward scarlet when I noticed that the front of the guy's pants had a bulge growing as he eyed my helpless state.

Therefore, I wasn't very surprise when he sat down, leaning back against a door of his jeep and asked loudly, "Stupid whore -- what are you going to do for me?" With that, he opened his pants and brought out his penis and stroked it. I was desperate for water and food, but the sight of that cock kicked my libido into high gear, so I submissively placed my head right over his cock and tried to send messages of promise with my eyes, since the gag was making me mumble unintelligibly.

Getting the message, he removed the ball gag. I worked my jaw a few times to relieve the tension in my face muscles before I started to suck him. As I did so, I heard him sigh, feeling him getting even harder and longer. Inhaling his stimulating musky male scent, I licked his tip, tasting his salty precum. Then I eagerly sucked him deep, since I wanted to drink anything at that point. He kept moaning and the change in his breathing told me that he was close to cumming. I expected him to grab my head and shove it down firmly on his cock, but he seemed content to just let me get him off as I was doing.

And get him off, I certainly did!

He groaned with delight as his cock released into my mouth like a fountain. I swallowed every bit of it, sucking at his softening dick, trying to see if I could draw any more out of his balls. When he was as drained as I could make him, he patted my head, saying kindly, "Thank you, nameless slut. You helped me, so now I'll help you." He lifted me off my 'feet' which means off my elbows and knees, and propped me up in a sitting pose, leaning against the jeep. That made it easier for him to feed me food and drink. I ate slowly, savoring every sip and every bite. We chatted a little during my meal, while I actually enjoyed him looking at my nudity. I especially liked it when, from time to time, he caressed my bare breasts.

I wondered if he might take advantage of my vulnerability and use me sexually, but he showed no inclination to do so. Maybe I'd done too thorough a job of fellatio. That thought almost made me giggle with delight. When my meal was complete, I thanked him. He responded by cuddling me on his lap and we both rested against the jeep for some indeterminate time. After that, he put me back onto my 'feet', replaced my ball gag, cleaned up the picnic area and drove away, waving. Of course I couldn't wave back.

I spent much the afternoon resting in shady areas until I heard music off in the distance. I slowly headed for the music until I saw lights through the trees. There seemed to be an outdoor party and from what I could see, it was a really good one. Using the trees and their shadows for concealment, I positioned myself so I could watch what was happening. Someone very wealthy seemed to be having a catered party in the woods, complete with overhead lanterns, tables of food and drink, and music. All the people looked beautiful to me and seemed to be having a grand time. I envied the women in their fine gowns, watching as they danced closely with the men. I wondered how many would end up having sex later.

After a bit of time spying on the party, my eyelids drooped. I was exhausted and fell asleep in my hiding place. I was awakened at dusk when the food jeep arrived. My tracking collar hadn't moved for hours but they knew where to find me. The party area had been transformed back into woods and a meadow, with no sign of the lanterns, tables, or party guests. This time, the guy just picked me up, carried me to where his jeep was parked, and propped me against it. Removing my ball gag, he helped me to eat and drink again. When I was done, I begged him, "Please, please release my arms and legs. Being bound this way is very hard on me, Sir."

He replied, "That's OK. This is the end of the first day of your vacation. It's time for us to change your restraints to something you'll like better."

I hadn't realized that one of the women that originally grabbed me had accompanied him, staying out of sight inside the jeep. But I did get a brief clue as the word 'us' registered in my consciousness. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the rag and tried to avoid it. But in a second it was over my nose and mouth. The chloroform, or whatever was in that rag, put me fast asleep before I knew it.

When I woke up, it was morning, so I must've slept all night. I found myself lying on what felt like a comfortable mattress. Still naked, but now my arms were tied straight down against my sides, and my legs were also straightened out, tied together, and pointing down the mattress. Whatever the sleeping drug they used, it didn't have any aftereffects like chloroform has been shown to have. I felt fine -- no, I felt great. "Hmm... normally I'd have to use the bathroom the first thing in the morning. But, strangely, I don't. I'll have to ask about that," I thought to myself. Out loud, I asked, "Where am I?" not really expecting an answer.

"Oh good... you're awake," a woman's voice answered. "Currently, you're secured inside one of our garages, as we waited for you to awaken." Her smiling face came into view hovering over mine. "My name is Mary. Welcome to day two of your vacation. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling wonderful, to be honest. But I feel so clean, and I admit I'm surprised that I don't have any urgency for using the toilet yet. And that's a good thing since I'm so trussed up."

"Well, we prefer that you not worry about the details, and just relax and enjoy your vacation. But simply put, when you were unconscious, we used colonics to clean your bowels, a catheter to empty your bladder fully, and held you in a shower to wash off any sweat and dirt. So you are clean and ready for today's adventure." Mary rapped on some metal, and called out, "We're ready back here." There were sounds of an engine starting, a garage door opening, and as I looked up I saw that we were leaving the garage and heading outside.

"You never answered my main question... where am I?" I asked.

She giggled merrily. "OK, I can tell you can't see much yet, so I'll describe your situation. Yesterday, you experienced bound travel on your own elbows and knees. You didn't get very far in your explorations, nor did we expect you to do so. Today, you're going to experience a different form of bound travel. You're tied up on the mattress in the back bed of a large pickup truck. The ropes that are binding you are also secured to all four of the metal walls around you to prevent you from sliding around when we make turns and accelerate and decelerate. You said you feel comfortable, so that's today's goal. And I'll be feeding you food and drinks when you ask for them.:

"So I'm going to travel down the road, staring up at the sky, Mary?" I asked, confused.

"Not at all. Now that we're out of the garage, let me mount these angled mirrors over your head." It didn't take her long to mount two such slanted, head-sized mirrors. "Now I'll start to tilt this first one. Tell me when you have a good view of the countryside out over the right side of the truck bed."

"Oh, I understand. Yes, right about there is good. And now I'm seeing you adjusting the other side, too." I watched carefully. "Ah, yes. That looks good." I heard her tap on the roof of the truck cab, and we started down a long driveway and onto a small road.

"Now Melanie... you relax, feel the breeze on your exposed skin, enjoy the scenery as we travel, and if you need food, drink, or are feeling horny, just let me know. I'm here to watch over you and care for you."

"Won't the other cars be able to see me bound and naked in the back of this truck and call the cops or something?"

"That hasn't been our experience. They might see that I'm riding back here, and if they notice the mirrors and manage to focus on them, all they'll see is your face. Because of the relative distance involved, you can see the panorama, but they only can see a tiny window of reflection that shows your face."

It was a fascinating experience! Bound travel indeed. Apparently, the first part of the day's journey was a sedate drive along very picturesque back roads. Mary used this opportunity to let me sip my choice of cool beverages through a straw, and fed me tidbits of fruits and pastries. I sort of felt like royalty being carried along on a relaxing pallet as I watched the scenery go by. The ropes binding my body felt perfect, and the teasing flow of air caressing my exposed skin was indeed making me aroused.

After what I guessed to be a couple of hours, I could no longer repress a moan of need. A bit shyly, I tentatively said, "Mary, you said if I'm feeling horny, you can help in some way?"

"Of course, Melanie. All you had to do was tell me. How is this for a start?" She moved to my side and started gently sucking on one of my aching nipples, while her hand grasped and gently pinched and rolled the other. "I don't want to bump the mirror placement, so please turn your head towards me," she told me. As I complied, she lifted the bottom of her T-shirt and I learned she wasn't wearing a bra. I had a lovely view of her delightful breasts before my vision was obscured by her feeding one of her nipples against my lips and tongue. We took turns making each other simmer for quite some time, I think. Time really has no meaning when a person is immersed in enjoyment.

But all too soon, the truck pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. In my haze of prolonged arousal, I asked, "What's happening?"

Mary kissed my lips, informing me, "Sophie has been driving for hours. It's my time to switch places with her and take my turn at the wheel." She saw and correctly interpreted my look of dismay. "Don't fret, Melanie. Sophie and I will be switching back and forth during the day, feeding and caring for you. And we'll each be happy to make you cum when you need it." She paused. "And if you have the urge to make one or both of us to cum also, we'll be happy to do that as well. We want your vacation to be magically memorable."

"It certainly has been thus far, Mary. I look forward to your return soon," I told her, smiling.

Sophie climbed in next to me, greeting me. I drank in the sight of a dark haired, dark eyed beauty. As Mary restarted the truck engine and put it into gear, Sophie said, "Mary told me that you've been simmering for hours, and probably need to cum soon. Do you want any food or drink first?"

I was thinking, "Food or drink first, when my body is consumed with lust like this? Is she crazy?" But I didn't voice those thoughts. I swallowed hard and moaned softly to signal my true need. "I really need to cum before I can worry about food or drink, Sophie. Please make me cum."

Smiling, she covered my lower body with her own, placing herself face down with her mouth and nose close to my crotch. Inhaling so deeply that I felt her breasts pressing against my thighs, she stated, "You smell so good Melanie, and so very aroused... this should be simple... so let's see what happens if I do this." Bound as I was I couldn't easily see down my body, but moments later I learned that there were no ropes blocking my pussy from her eager mouth. And eager it was! She ate my pussy like she was starving! Reacting to her obvious enthusiasm, the muscles of my body contracted, straining at my confining ropes! My cries of grateful release were whisked away by the movements of the truck as I fed Sophie my nectar. She drank, and even slipped a couple of fingers inside me, digging out more! It was heavenly.

As I sighed loudly and stopped vibrating, she slid up my body, grinning into my face as her tongue searched the area around her lips for any of my juices that hadn't gone directly into her mouth. She laughed merrily, "When you've recovered, let me know what food and drink I can feed you." I did just that. And on the list of things to feed me, I made sure to mention her pussy. For that, she had to detach the mirrors briefly, getting them out of the way so she could hike up her skirt, revealing her quite bare pussy before covering my mouth with it, letting me dine to my hearts content.

At one point, the truck started gradually slowing, so Sophie placed a pillow next to my head, covered my body with hers, resting her head on that pillow, and pulled a blanket over us both. "What's going on?" I asked quietly.

"Mary has to pull into the next gas station to fill up the truck," she murmured into my ear. "In case any onlookers get curious, they'll just see me sleeping here in the back."

"You people plan for everything. I'm very impressed," I whispered back, just as we stopped and the engine turned off.

"If you think that's impressive, wait until Mary takes her turn at making you cum," she murmured barely audibly into my ear.

Later, when they'd switched places again, I learned. Mary was extremely skilled at sapphic loving, both giving and receiving -- impressive indeed. So much so that I ended day two by fainting into unconsciousness.

As day three dawned, I awakened to the creaking of ropes, the lapping of waves against the hull of a sailboat, and the cry of seagulls. As I inhaled myself into alertness, the tang of salt air was delightful. I took stock of my situation. Perhaps for the first time, I wasn't naked. However, I may as well have been. I seemed to be in a diaphanous sort of one shouldered toga, which left my right breast completely exposed. And I was bound. Looking around, I realized that I was bound against the front of a ship or boat, suspended above the water, although my feet were braced on a small wooden bar beneath me!

"Oh good. Melanie's awake now. Once I check with her, we can probably cast off," a female voice stated. I assumed it was the same person as she swung down in a chair attached by some ropes to an overhead support. "Good morning," she said, and it was indeed the same voice I'd heard a moment ago. "I'm Kate. And how are you feeling today?" this amazingly vivacious woman with sparkling green eyes asked me.

"Hello, Kate," I replied. "Like yesterday, I feel wonderful. No aches, no pains, no terrible hunger or thirst, and no urge for any bathroom facilities." I looked at the waves beneath me. "And it looks like if I did have to go, things might wash away quickly. Tell me Kate, am I correct in thinking that I'm to be a ship's figurehead for a sea voyage today?"

"Very perceptive, Melanie -- and quite correct," she answered, grinning. Over her shoulder, she called out, "Cast off and let's get moving!" In a short time, we'd been pushed away from the dock, what sounded like a small engine started, and we cruised forward. "Now if you need anything like food, something to drink, or sexual relief, Melanie, just tell me or Susie, who will switch places with me in a few minutes. It should be pretty obvious to you that for today, trussed up as you are as our figurehead, you can only receive pleasure, rather than giving it. And before you ask, even though you are perfectly safe hanging here on the bow, these ropes have a quick release mechanism that would allow us to free you in seconds if there was ever an emergency. We've tested the release many times and its never failed us, and we've never had to use it with a client."

Since I had no questions at that moment, I just told Kate, "I'd like a drink of some orange juice, please. And a kiss on my lips." I was just seeing how she'd react.

"My pleasure, Melanie," Kate responded. Since my chair sways a little now that we're moving, I'll have to steady myself for your kiss." Saying that, she firmly grasped my bare tit to pull her face close to mine. Once she was in position, she gave me a soft, warm, passionate kiss on my lips. It lasted a satisfying length of time as Kate used her lips to signal how much she was enjoying this kiss. Her throat emitted a purring sound of pleasure while her hand, kneading my breast sensually, also signaled how much she was enjoying this. When she ended the kiss and let go of my body, her chair swung away a little as she said, "I'll send Susie with your orange juice." Her chair lifted up and backward, and I was left watching the calm horizon, and focusing on the tingling in my lips and breast.

It wasn't long before the chair came back into view. Now it was occupied by a gorgeous redhead in a minuscule bikini. She was carrying a flask and a straw. "I bet that you've guessed that I'm Susie," she laughed. "I'm going to have to hold you extra steadily to let you suck at your orange juice. If anything I do bothers you, just tell me." Seconds later, she moved her left arm somehow behind my back -- there must've been a space for it back there -- and brought her left wrist under my left tit, her hand ready to hold the flask between my breasts. As Susie transferred the flask to her left hand, her now empty right hand dipped down under the very short hem of my toga, and two of her fingers entered my pussy, gripping me there to stabilize us!

After my gasp of surprise at feeling those fingers penetrating me down below, I relaxed and moaned with delight. I smiled into Susie's face. "It may take me quite a while to finish my juice, Susie. If you need to use more fingers and grip me more firmly, that'd be just fine with me. You might even want to explore with your fingers to see if you have the best grip, because I have a feeling I may get even more slippery down there."

Susie chuckled, and took my hint. As I sipped at my orange juice, her fingers deftly explored my rapidly heating pussy, her hand pressing against my puffing labia, and her thumb toying with my swelling clit. As the ship slipped through the waves, being bound as I traveled in this novel manner worked its magic on my arousal. Well before I finished my juice, Susie's hand brought me to a fantastic shuddering climax as my muscle contractions pushed at the ropes that wrapped me to the bow. I guess Susie's hand got extra wet because of what she said next.

"Wow! We've had many nearly nude figureheads bound to this ship's bow. But in my experience, this is the first time that our figurehead squirted! Kate's going to want to see this," she promised. She continued holding me close as I managed to finish my juice. I also got another warm, loving kiss from Susie before she moved her chair back onto the ship proper. A short while later, Kate appeared in the chair alongside me to feed me.

"How are you doing, Melanie?" she asked.

"Thanks for asking, Kate," I responded between bites of food. "It's strange, traveling in this manner, being bound partially naked to the bow of this ship. I think I blush when other ships pass by because their crews smile and wave, and I don't know if they're just being pleasant, or if they've decided that your figurehead is a real, live woman with one of her tits showing. But I'm finding that being on display is really turning me on. I'm getting a little hot with the sun beating down on me, though."

Kate giggled. "Yes, Susie told me how turned on you were as she played with you, and I hope you'll give me a similar reaction soon. As for being too hot, when we turn the ship, you'll be more in the shade. But until then, we can do this." I learned that attached to her chair was a freshwater hose that could be used for sluicing off the deck. She used it to spray my body, which cooled me off wonderfully. It also caused the diaphanous material of my toga to become almost transparent, and cling wetly to my body contours. When I realized this, my cheeks heated as my face flushed with embarrassment, but I secretly hoped we'd pass more ships before the material dried. I learned I was turning into an exhibitionist slut, and I loved it.

After my clothes dried later, I loved it even more when it was Kate's turn to hold me close, wrapping one arm around me to grasp my breast, while her other hand lovingly invaded my pussy, teasing and exploring. She made me simmer for what felt like heavenly hours before finally bringing me to a crescendo of lust. When I came hard on her hand, I again demonstrated that my pussy was very capable of squirting! Kate shared some of my cum with me as she licked some of her fingers and let me suck the others clean.

I learned that Susie was more kinky and mischievous. On one of her turns, she slipped a remote vibrator into my pussy, and taped it into place so I wouldn't lose it. Then she or Kate could switch it on to various intervals of vibrations of varying patterns of stimulation and make me cum almost at will. Needless to say, the rest of the day's voyage was thrilling and exhausting, but in a fantastic way. I must've been sound asleep when we docked and they untied me and carried me into a recreational vehicle, or RV, because I found myself in one when I woke up for day four of my vacation.

I was no longer surprised at how clean I was and how good my body felt, with just a slight need for a little food and something to drink. Also, I was not surprised to find myself naked again, and bound. But the way I was bound was somewhat surprising. My arms were stretched out before me, wrists bound together and ropes tied under a large window that I was facing. I was bent over at my waist, my torso atop a padded table, and something pressing against my waist, but I couldn't look back to see what it was. My ankles were secured in some manner, as were my knees, so that I was standing on a floor with my legs well apart, making my sexual region deliciously vulnerable.

As I was wondering about this, a sort of hatch in the wall to my right slid open, and another gorgeous woman looked in and smiled at me. "Ah, great to see you awake, Melanie. I'm Sandra, and I hope you're feeling good, and would maybe like some breakfast and something to drink as our RV carries us along today?"

I grinned back at her. "Hello Sandra, and yes I feel wonderful, and I'd love a little breakfast and perhaps some iced tea if you have any? And pardon me for being curious, but does your company only hire absolutely stunning, beautiful women?"

Now it was Sandra's turn to blush, and of course she even looked cuter as her cheeks went pink. "Thank you for that sweet praise, Melanie. I'll be right back with your breakfast." She slid the hatch shut as she stepped back, leaving me with nothing to look at except the view outside the window, with an interesting countryside flowing past from my right to my left. Suddenly a car whizzed by from right to left, obviously on the other lane of this two lane highway. That was one surprise -- the second one was feeling soft hands touching and caressing my bare ass cheeks. Seconds later, Sandra opened the hatch and giggled mischievously. "I hope you don't mind my touch, but I couldn't resist feeling your exposed bare skin." She placed a plate of food next to my arms, and held a plastic beaker of iced tea with a straw for me to sip.

"I didn't mind it at all, Sandra... and if you feel inclined to do more, I'm helpless and vulnerable and feel like a proper fuck toy like this. By the way, what am I feeling around my waist?"

"Oh yes, I should explain," she stated as she fed me bits of food. "This RV has been modified to add the little room you're in. It's created what's called a 'reverse gloryhole' with you as the offering. Your upper body is inserted into this room with the view of the countryside with a sort of rubber gasket closed around your waist for privacy. Your lower body sticks out into the rest of the room, with your knees and ankles anchored to fully expose your pussy and butt hole. Oh yes, I know you were asked if you wanted sex on your vacation, and I know we're supplying that. But they neglected to ask you if you're OK with anal sex, or if you want to avoid that. So please tell me now, so I can post a little sign."

I don't know how she could ask a question like that in such a calm, matter-of-fact manner. I know that being blatantly asked that question triggered a response of feeling mortified to admit anything. But I couldn't deny that the idea of someone using my ass hole for sex sounded so naughty and forbidden that it spiked my arousal, and I probably started to drip. "Ummm... errr... well, as long as whatever is going into my butt hole is well lubricated, I'm OK with it, Sandra," I whispered shyly.

"Wonderful!" she beamed. "There's a button on the desktop near your left elbow. You can press that to summon me if you need anything." Gathering up my empty breakfast dishes, she stepped back and slid the hatch shut. Moments later, I felt two warm, soft feminine hands grasping my butt cheeks, and lips and a tongue starting to dine on my very open and available pussy. I assumed it was Sandra, but after several licks, kisses and sucks with a tongue shoved deep into my pussy, I didn't care who it was as long as they didn't stop until they made me cum.

They didn't stop. And I came. And it was a good, long, wet orgasm as I writhed in the restraints.

We traveled for a while with me happily daydreaming, when I could tell by the view that we were stopping. I thought we might be getting more gas for the RV. But the floor shifted subtly, which told me we were taking on weight -- and weight probably meant passengers! Passengers that were about to see my naked lower body!

Sure enough, the hatch slid open and Sandra looked at me, smiling. "Don't worry. The guys we brought on can't tell who you are, and they've all been screened as healthy. So just relax and enjoy the fucking you're about to receive." The RV began moving. "Oh yes... try not to mind it too much if they hurry. They have to be done using you before we reach our next stop and drop them off." She slid the hatch shut, knowing I could signal with my left elbow if I needed her.

I didn't need her.

The smooth head of a stiff cock plowed up and down my wet slit several times and then plunged into me, making me moan right away as he started pumping. There was no finesse involved, just a single-minded need to get his rocks off. He used my bound, vulnerable lower body as his cock sheath, and in a very short time, flooded my pussy with his warm semen. Seconds after he pulled out, a mouth latched onto my pussy lips and I felt a strange sensation as suction pulled the warm semen back up and out of my depths. I assumed it was Sandra, but to be honest, I didn't care since that weird stimulation made me climax, which probably expelled even more semen into what felt like a ravenous mouth.

The mouth was replaced by fingers, which were obviously smearing my ass hole with something slippery as they pried at the puckered opening to dilate it. I relaxed and let them open me, and still shrieked with surprise as what felt like a fat cock penetrated my ass. It was slippery enough that my shriek became a groan and then a moan as the guy used me hard. Hands... his? Sandra's?... were spreading my ass cheeks wide apart helping him plow my nether hole the full length of his dick. I know it was the full length because I felt his pubic hair brushing against the skin around my anus. I heard him emit a sort of rumble as he abruptly jerked his cock out of my ass and sprayed his load on my butt cheeks and sacrum.

Without any ceremony, a third guy started fucking my pussy fast and urgently. I guessed that he'd become super horny, watching the other two guys use me. Sooner than I could process that, he pulled his cock out of my honey pot and quickly rammed it into my partially dilated anal opening. I felt my rear tunnel gripping at his cock as he skewered me with it. That added friction as he started to thrust send him over the edge, and my rectum received a hefty load of his hot cum. As he pulled out, my muscles reflexively tried to grasp the departing dick, but those contractions only managed to obscenely expel great gobs of semen from my ass hole. Even through the walls of my little room I could hear the male laughter and ribald comments about what a messy slut they'd fucked.

Soon thereafter, they departed, and the RV sped up and we moved onto a major highway. Soon my view of the passing countryside was blocked by trucks and busses that were overtaking and passing us. Sandra opened the hatch with more drink and food nibbles, just as I gasped loudly, eyes dilated in surprise. "What's happening, Melanie?" she asked.

There's a touring bus coach right alongside us, and a lot of people seem to be looking right into this window, probably noticing a bound topless woman -- me!"

She laughed. "I should have explained that window is a one-way glass, but seeing your current expression is priceless. Anyway, from their side, it's just a mirror and they're looking at their own reflection." There was the squawk of a communication device. After she listened to it, Sandra said, "Talk about timing! Watch out the window -- one of our trucks is pulling alongside with a passenger aboard. They'll match speeds briefly, so we can get a good look." As the truck came alongside I looked in the back, and there was Sophie riding back there. A little farther back I saw the angled mirror apparatus, and sure enough, I saw a woman's face peering up into the mirror. I couldn't tell that she was bound and naked, but I remembered what that felt like. And I also remembered how good Sophie is at cunnilingus, and envied that woman a little. Grinning almost as if she read my thoughts, Sophie waved at my mirrored window and then the driver of the truck, probably Mary, sped up and they were gone from sight.

Our RV did stop for gas and a couple of people walked by my side, and stared curiously at the mirrored glass. None of them cupped their hands against the surface to try to peer inside. I think I read that if they did that, depending on the lighting they might be able to look through the surface. None did though, and I was surprised at how disappointed I was not to be discovered.

During that day, we saw a lot more countryside, made two more stops to take on passengers, I got fucked in both holes a lot, and I had several more orgasms. When we didn't have passengers, Sandra placed remote controlled vibrators inside me, one in my pussy and the other in my ass hole. She opened the hatch to watch my expressions as she played with the two remotes, using me as a bound play toy. I loved the whole thing, and the final orgasm she gave me was so massive that I fell unconscious, which was her plan all along.

I awakened to day five of my vacation, and found myself bound in a strange manner. "Good morning, Melanie. My name is Irene, and now that you're awake, I imagine you want to understand your situation for today?"

"Yes, please, Irene," I said aloud. Privately, I was thinking, "Oh my god, another goddess! Where does this group find them all?"

"Today you're bound in a quite small cage, in a modified fetal position. Your head sticks out the front, held there in a manner similar to the head hole in a pillory, but your arms are inside the cage, folded under your body next to your breasts. The rest of your body is enclosed in the metal latticework of the cage, except your bare ass and your feet stick out of openings in the end of the cage opposite your head. As you can surmise, this makes your mouth, asshole and pussy available to any and all, and from your reaction to your RV trip, we expect you'll enjoy all your holes being used. We can still give you food and drink as you desire. Any questions?"

"Yes, Irene. As I cannot even raise my head enough to even look straight ahead, how can anyone use my mouth?" I asked, truly curious about that. "And I thought my vacation theme was bound travel, but I can't see myself going anywhere."

"It's simple, Melanie. To let them use your mouth you just turn your head sideways." I tested the movement, and I could indeed turn my head 90 degrees like that., and it would be very humiliating to be mouth fucked in such a position, which started to excite me. She continued, "And as far as travel goes, I just have to press this button." As she did so, my cage started to move slowly to my right. "I imagine you're wondering how that's done." I nodded. "Your cage is on a slow conveyor belt. And these series of conveyors can take your cage many places in this clothing-optional village. The people here are all screened for health and strong libidos -- the men and the women. So as you travel, they can move your cage onto a siding if they wish to use you, and then send you back into motion when they're satisfied. I'll demonstrate."

Within a minute, my cage turned ninety degrees onto a 'siding' and stopped. Irene stepped behind me and her tongue started washing my labia as a couple of moistened fingers started moving inside my pussy. Her free hand started stroking the bare soles of my feet very sensuously, which is a part of my anatomy that hadn't received much attention. Irene used me until I shuddered in what was to be my first orgasm of the day. A lovely way to wake up and become alert. She then moved my cage back onto the main conveyor path, and off I went. I mostly had to observe the town with my head at an angle. But the ride was sedate and pleasant.

Next, I was moved onto a siding by a couple consisting of a man and a woman. She showed no signs of jealousy, just saying, "Honey, let me taste her before you fuck her." He must've agreed because she performed a little cunnilingus on me... enough to get me purring with desire. Then she switched to my head end, and we started kissing, and I could taste myself on her lips. While we were kissing the man grabbed the cage for leverage and fucked me very slowly, letting me feel every inch of his cock. The slowness was teasing and somewhat frustrating, but suddenly he sped up and unloaded inside me! Mmmmmm that felt very good.

From time to time, Irene diverted me onto a siding to give me some food and drink, and she could also easily spray me with sunblock right through the mesh of the cage. "Can't have you getting sunburned," she commented with an amused voice. After I'd had enough, she kissed me on the lips, which conveyed true concern for my well being, while one of her hands was at my other end just softly caressing my buttocks. Then she sent me back onto the main belt.

It wasn't just the men that wanted to fuck me -- some of the women used strap-ons, and I was surprised at their vigor and intensity when they did so. But the women mostly kissed my mouth, and licked my pussy and ass hole, whether or not they'd just been used. They seemed to have no fear of semen, and sometimes even sucked out a glob and came around to feed it to me. One gay couple of men fucked me at both ends simultaneously -- one in my pussy and the other in my mouth. Then they switched ends. Since my head was turned sideways for the mouth fucking, it wasn't quite a true 'spit-roasting' experience, but it was still fun. Especially because they both unloaded in my mouth, one after the other.

It was quite a fascinating 'bound travel' adventure. And the travel was so sedate that I had quite a bit of free time between uses, so I didn't cum as much as I had the day before. As the sun was starting to go down, I thought to myself, "At least I'll be awake for the end of my day and can see what they do." I was premature in thinking that though. Because Irene put powerful vibrators into my ass and pussy, and pressed a third carefully against my clit. She proceeded to give me a series of orgasms that finally knocked me unconscious.

When day six dawned and I awoke, I again smelled the tang of salt air, and heard seagulls and waves lapping. I opened my eyes to find myself standing upright, bound to a life-sized cross in the shape of a large X with my arms bound up on its upright arms, and my legs bound to its lower legs, with another rope holding me up by my waist. Unlike some other crosses similar to this, this one left the front and back of my entire pelvis exposed. And I was bound so well, I didn't even have to hold myself up. A stunning-looking statuesque blonde woman strolled up to me and playfully tweaked my nipples to get my attention. "Good morning. My name is Charlene, and I'll be taking care of you on our journey today."

"Good morning Charlene. Are we going on another sea voyage today? I was already a ship's figurehead," I mentioned.

"I think you'll find this one to be a little different. We've determined that you have a strong streak of exhibitionism, and a very healthy need for sex. So you're going to be on full display, unclothed for this trip. So expect that many people will be training binoculars on you as they travel nearby. They may even match speeds with us to prolong the view. And in some special cases, they'll be using something called a bosun chair in a process known as highlining to transfer horny crew members over here to use you. So you should get plenty of sex today. And I'll be liberally applying sunscreen when and where you need it."

She was as good as her word. Many people noticed me on display and I heard them on their ship's radios telling each other what they were seeing. To use the bosun chair, the ships had to precisely match speeds and distance from each other. Since the sea was very calm today many of the crew took advantage of a trip from ship to ship to have the use of a free fuck toy -- me. And strung up as I was, they could use me from the front or from the back. And if they used me from the back, of course they could use either my pussy or my anal opening or both. Irene was standing by with lube for the anal usage. Before this day was done, I even learned that my pussy could handle two cocks rooting around in its depths at the same time! What really shocked me was learning that my ass hole could also dilate enough to let two cocks indulge in anal sex at the same time. I was surprised that the guys didn't seem to mind having their cocks rubbing directly on each other. But usually when one cock started cumming, the other also started to spew, maybe due to feeling that throbbing of the first cock. It was quite an experience, and one that I wondered if I could ever make happen again. I'd need to have at least two boyfriends, or two fuck mates.

After a long strenuous day, it didn't take much effort on Irene's part to knock me asleep. When I woke up for my day seven, I was on the beach by a lovely lake and soon realized I was naked and tied spreadeagled near the water. This was my last full day and I was resting there enjoying the sun when I heard voices chatting, both men and women. I pulled at the ropes holding me, but they didn't budge an inch. It was early morning. The group of people soon came upon me, finding me helpless and exposed and their original reaction was one of surprise and even shock. The women recovered and started to laugh, but the men looked at me and I swear I could read their minds, especially when the bulges grew in their pants. The women knelt down and ran their hands over my body in an exploratory fashion, making lewd comments. Since I was so vulnerable, they even licked and fingered me. I was so ashamed but I was also excited, probably because I felt the humiliation of being 'caught' like this by people that apparently were not part of the vacation group. Where the people that I knew like Sophie and Irene were I had no clue.

The men told the women to return to the house, telegraphing to me what was about to happen. The women all said 'no' because they stated they wanted to watch me being used like the obvious fuck toy that I appeared to be. The men stood over me and the sun beat down giving my body a shimmer in the light.

The men stripped their shorts and tops off and the first guy laid on top of me and guided his penis deep into me.

"Oh my god," I moaned as my toes curled and the women laughed gleefully.

His cock was a very nice size and started to move in me, he whispered in my ear, "You're an amazing slut. I'm going to fuck you until you see stars, you silly cock sleeve!" His words thrilled me more and more.

I begged him loudly, "Please don't cum in me! I might get pregnant!" I've found that words like that actually can excite a lot of guys and they work harder in their attempts to fuck me and unload in me. Hearing me, all the onlookers laughed and told him to flood me with his seed. In turn, he pounded into me and exploded! I felt his sperm flowing into me as he came and came. As I moaned in mock dismay, signaling that he'd seeded me, the women laughed louder and applauded his efforts.

I was still staked out helpless in front of the crowd. But at that point I was resting and enjoying the afterglow of that first guy's efforts.

The second guy stood over me, stroking himself until he came, covering me with his sperm which splatted onto my face, neck and tits. I acted so mortified as he reveled in coating me with his cum. One woman came over and smeared his cum around, rubbing it more firmly all over my face and tits and into my mouth. This act really did make me feel ashamed, but I also found it exciting, knowing that I was covered in sperm. The last guy fucked my pussy until he came. But then he stood up over me and peed on my body from head to toe and even in my hair. His warm pee ran all over me. I was terribly humiliated as the onlookers watched this happening, but I also knew that being embarrassed and humiliated was part of what I'd paid for. They dressed and left me there, I lay helpless in the sun, oozing sperm and feeling the sperm and pee dry on my body.

Later in the day a food truck arrived and a guy got out with food and drink. I wasn't sure if he was part of the company, since it was woman-owned and operated and this truck had no Experience Bound Travel logo on it. Maybe he normally came to the lake to sell his wares. Looking at me, all naked, helpless and vulnerable, he did a double-take, but then recovered enough to ask, "What would you do for a drink, woman?"

I honestly told him, "Anything... I'll do anything,! Please, I really need a drink, Sir," I begged.

He gave me some water, holding my head up so I could more easily drink it. Then he stripped out of his clothes. Naked himself, he released one of my legs at a time and pulled that leg up, connecting its rope to the same stakes that held my wrists. Those stakes were placed deep into the ground, and easily held my legs as well as my arms. Both of my feet were now pulled up near my hands leaving my crotch area exposed and open.

Stepping between my legs, he placed his feet near the sides of my waist, which forced my legs even a little wider. Pressing his erection almost vertical with his hand, he plunged it deep into me by suddenly stooping down. Shrieking from the abrupt skewering, I pulled at the ropes but I was helpless under him. He used me twice like that, cumming in me both times. When he climbed off me, satisfied, I slumped, exhausted. I actually couldn't believe how being used over and over caused me to be filled with a wonderful humiliation. It started a real flame and need in me that I still have a hard time controlling.

The guy fed me and then left me there until it started to get dark. Before he left, he retied me to the four stakes leaving me spreadeagled open and ashamed.

In a bit, a woman appeared, and I was happy to see that it was Naomi. She spoke, "I see you met the men and women that comprise our lake crew, and also met our food truck driver. So Melanie, how was your vacation experience? Did it meet your expectations?"

As I rested there, telling her how wonderful it all was, and relating some of the high points of the week, she filled out a form and beamed a smile. Eyeing me, she said, "Well, it looks like you had a really good, memorable time. She finally released me and brought me to a nearby cabin where I could shower and fix my hair. She gave me a dress and sneakers to travel in and drove us to her home, leading me into her office. Once we were there, she stated, "Melanie, I've had reports from all the women that interacted with you. They all voted and asked me to offer you a job as one of our crew. I know that you have your own career, but I'm thinking if you can be free on weekends, we always can use some extra help. That's why I close the office on weekends -- it's our busiest time."

I was caught off guard and flabbergasted. "Ummm.. Naomi, I'm quite flattered, but your entire crew consists of absolutely gorgeous women! How could I fit in with that?"

Naomi chuckled softly. "May I ask how your sex life was before this week, Melanie?"

Thinking it over, I answered shyly, "Ummm... sort of nonexistent at best. Working all week, I had very little time to meet anyone or form relationships."

"I thought as much. Please go into that room and look at yourself in my full length mirror. You can take all your clothes off it that will help."

I did as she asked, and was shocked to see a gorgeous, vivacious female staring back at me with a huge smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. I looked at least as good as the women I'd met during my vacation. All that sex absolutely transformed me! My co-workers might not even recognize me, especially if I made some important changes to my wardrobe. Going back to her, I whispered, "Wow, Naomi. I had no idea how this experience has changed me! Where do I sign?"

Grinning, she handed me a contract. It was very straightforward, so I signed it. Reaching into the desk, she pulled out an eternity collar and said, "This was a sign of membership in my crew." She moved behind me, closed it on my neck and locked it on me. In hindsight, I'd seen the other women wearing them, but hadn't thought about it signifying anything. The collar had some weight to it, made from solid steel and chrome plated so it could pass as jewelry. A woman came in -- one of my original abductors, whose name I hadn't learned, and said, "The car's ready. It's time to go."

Naomi told me, "Fiona will be glad to take you home." She beckoned me close and whispered in my ear, "I don't need her back on duty until Monday, so if you want to take her to bed, consider it the start of your training."

I said in a normal volume of speaking, "Thank you again, Naomi. I was completely happy with my adventure vacation, and I hope to aid other women in enjoying adventures of their own. And very soon!" And I gave my driver a knowing look and a wink, and was pleased to see her blush. It seemed like a good start for my newest part-time career at Experience Bound Travel.