The Macabre Truth Part 1 by Lady Panther

As she enters the train car she sees the nude frame of a man wearing a heavy black burlap sack over his head -- cinched at the neck with a purple rope noose.  It rocks slightly with the rhythm as it moves along.

Her eyes follow the loose end of the rope along the middle of his back and soak in this fine specimen with his strong exposed shoulders pulled wide, extending his already naturally broad frame.  She looks over the defined muscles of his arms and forearms to discover wrists bound and tethered tightly to the poles of the overhead compartments on each of the opposite sides of the car.

Her eyes dart to the sumptuous curvatures of his buttocks. She stares at the definition of the lines at the happy spot between the bottom of his ass and the top of his thighs, moving down his strong, wide-spread legs, their ankles bound by manacles.  He is chained with very little leeway, the bars holding their seats securely to the floor.

Her body quickens in anticipation and the edges of her lips curve upward into a most devious smile of approval as she walks up close to him. Careful not to touch him, she wedges her body between the space separating his right arm and leg, continuing her visual inspection from the front. Well-defined but not overly muscular pectorals and abdomen with a man-scaped small happy trail that leads to a semi-hardened length. It rests, to the left, over clean-shaven testicles.

She licks her lips as she approvingly examines her new -- unmarred -- canvas.  "The Ladies will love this one for sure; it’s about time we had some fresh meat,’ she thinks as she turns from him, leaving this car for the next.

He hears the door open and close and then hears nothing more for a few moments. He is bound there, wondering how he got himself into such a predicament.  Unable to see, unable to speak, he thinks quietly ‘Well, you’ve done it this time, haven’t you?’  Even through the silken panties shoved into his mouth and under the duct tape securing them in place a typical knowing smirk crosses his lips.  Under that burlap sack.  He raises his eyebrows and despite his positioning he manages to shrug his shoulders thinking ‘Nothing to do but to see where this leads me!’; he feels a rush of anxiousness.

His anticipation grows as he feels the closeness of someone to his right side and a warm breath wafting gently over his ribs.  The person crosses the threshold from his back to his front. He pauses, waiting, yearning for some sort of input -- a touch, a word, anything to clue him into what may be to come.  He hears nothing but the sound of the door in front of him, opening and then closing.

Out of frustration as well as curiosity, he yanks and pulls at the bindings on his wrists and ankles but discovers that they are quite secure against his mediocre efforts to free himself. He musters another shrug as the train seems to slow and come to a halt.  Worry creeps into his mind, ‘Wait, I’m naked, and I cannot move.  The train stops; what is going on?’ The gravity of the situation hits him, knocking him out of his cavalier attitude and into a small panic mixed with a thrill.  His senses reel as he hears the doors open on the left side in front and back of him and feeling the cool air drift by him.

~

Passengers enter the car with light chatter and giggles as well as “oo’s and ah’s” as they see this man presented to them.  They take their seats along the side walls of the car as the doors close again and the train begins to move forward once more.  The chatter dies down as everyone settles in for the ride.  Ladies yank chains to direct their subs to kneel in properly safe distances away from the man hanging in the aisle.  Several zipper sounds and the rustling of gathering things fill the air.

Once they are well on their way the door to the front opens. A Lady enters, heels clicking as she walks straight for the man.  “Ladies and Gentlemen, on the menu tonight is this fine new specimen!  As you can see he is a blank canvas on which you can paint whatever you wish tonight.  But before we get started,” she says and then points to one of the male subs present, “You, crawl here.  Then remain on all fours for a moment.”

The sub complies, crawling to the area just before the man; he stops and assumes 'the requested position'.  She steps upon his shoulders and his lower back as she places her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.  She leans against him, her covered breasts resting to both sides of the rough burlap sack that is scratching his cheeks roughly.  His nose fits perfectly within her cleavage and he takes the brunt of the small discomfort.  Once comfortable against any possible fall, despite the rocking of the train, she reaches behind him to grabs the loose end of the noose, loops and secures it with leaving a little slack near the top ring-bolt in the ceiling of the car.

She feels the man nuzzling his face against her and she yanks on the rope, pulling it taut.  His face immediately retracts; he knows instinctively he has overstepped. Once she completes the last portion of his bindings, she steadies herself again on his shoulders.  She digs in her nails as she dismounts the boy who’d been holding her up.  She looks down at the supporting sub who now has a half-inch divot mark on the upper and lower back.  She smiles and directs him silently with a hand gesture back to his Mistress’ feet.  The sub complies as the Lady smiles and nods appreciatively toward his Mistress.

The now-dismounted Lady leans up and whispers into the suspended man’s ear, “You will hang tonight for your crimes! As your body weakens, the noose above you will tighten.  It’s just a matter of time.  You ALL break in the end. Enjoy.” Her voice is seductive, her words are threatening, their blended juxtaposition leaves the man perplexed.  Does he even attempt a noise in agreement or denial, or does he just remain silent accepting his fate?  His body adjusts, chest out,  back straightened; it is a physical response seeming to mock Her, as his mind doubles-down.

‘They will not break me, I can remain in this position all night long. Ha! Bring it on!’.  These thoughts do not and cannot escape his lips, and perhaps the better for it, but the cues his body renders are all too familiar to all those present.  They are prideful and his stance is well-read, instantly, by the Ladies.  They smile and nod with devilish grins and plotting eyes.

“And with that, Ladies and subs, enjoy your feast!” the Lady who is hosting says as she takes her seat to enjoy the show.

~

His body lowers slightly as the words pierce his brain.  ‘How many people are here?  Who are these people?  What will they do to me?’ As these thoughts race  through his mind he tries to muster his confidence. ‘Well, if it’s Ladies, there’s not much they can do to me in the way of hurting me.  I guess I’m safe in that regard!  How bad can this be? I can take what they dish out. Surely?’