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“Well I’ll be dipped in shit!” Mallory hissed. “No one has any fucking idea where she is?”
There was a collective shaking of heads. A search had turned up nothing. Whoever had done it knew what they were doing.
“Well it wasn’t her meddling cunt of a sister,” Mallory went on. “I hope she’s enjoying her first trip to Brazil.”
For the first time all morning a smile could be seen on her face as she entertained the thought of her former lover at the hands of Selena Sczerbynski.
“Very well,” Mallory went on. “See that no one leaves without being searched fully. And get a group to pay a visit to the natives nearby. They may know something. Perhaps we can work out a trade.”
The group broke up and left the small courtyard area, leaving Mallory and Alexandra the sole occupants. Alexandra wasn’t elated with the prospect of being left alone with Mallory. Nothing good had yet happened to her while in the company of the woman. But obviously she had no choice in the matter.
The seventeen year old cringed as her captor ran a finger down between her breasts, tracing the line left from a bead of sweat.
“So what do you think Alexandra?” Mallory purred. “Is poor Samantha out there somewhere just waiting to be rescued?”
She pressed in close to the girl, her hand cupping the helpless girl’s exposed genitals. Alexandra moaned. It had been many hours since her last dose of the drug, but the powerful aphrodisiac still flowed through her veins. She had remained maddeningly unfulfilled, sleeping scarcely at all through the night, only to be brought to the courtyard and displayed like some slaughtered animal while Mallory held a meeting. She was splayed out in a taut “X” shape. Her wrists were tied to the top of a stout wood frame, her ankles spread wide and bound to the upright supports. Mallory had rubbed her lithe form with oil and her skin glistened in the morning sun. Mallory moved around behind her, admiring her slender, athletic physique.
“When you wiggle this does it excite the boys?” she asked, gripping the girl’s firm butt with both hands.
Alexandra moaned through the ball gag strapped firmly between her teeth. Her arms were stressed, and her shoulders ached, but the real agony came from the unsympathetic spreading of her legs. She looked down to see her small breasts stretched tight against her chest, shaking her head angrily at the silver rings piercing her nipples. Each ring had a small silver bell mounted on it, and they rang in response to her struggles. This in turn delighted Mallory who returned once again the stand in front of the helpless girl.
“You just keep shaking that lovely little body,” she smiled.
She reached up and pinched the girl’s septum.
“I’m thinking this afternoon I’ll add another one up here,” she taunted. “The more, the merrier.”
Alexandra threw her head back.
“And perhaps two more down here,” she continued, wickedly pinching Alexandra’s labia.
She released the tender flesh and stepped back.
“Try and stay out of trouble,” she laughed.
With that bit of sarcasm, she left the suffering girl alone.
Samantha’s tongue was beginning to cramp. What else was new? It could take its place in line right behind her arms, back, legs, and thighs. But this servicing carried an additional twist from her month’s long task of satisfying Mallory. As Sonja had earlier alluded, the sight of a helpless girl insatiably aroused, was a powerful tonic. After replacing Samantha’s gag with a more practical ring gag, Sonja had administered a healthy dose of the drug that she had managed to pilfer from Mallory’s camp. Then she sat back to enjoy the spectacle. Samantha lay on her side in the pitiful bondage while the drug took effect. It started as a warm, numbing kind of sensation that spread from her stomach up to her breasts. Her nipples began to tingle, and then began to stiffen. As the sensitive flesh started to respond, Samantha realized that the cool numbness was slowly making its way downwards too, spreading across her hips, and nibbling all too incessantly at her labia. She moaned, closing her eyes as the now rapidly moving force began to take dead aim at her clit. As much as Samantha tried to fight it, she soon found it too surrendering its neutral observer status, and becoming a willing accomplice. The sensations assaulting her body cried for attention, but the only attention she received was an occasional probe from Sonja’s finger. It was as if she were checking the temperature of a side of meat being cooked, and waiting until the reaction of the hogtied girl indicated it was done. Each pass of the finger over her clitoris heightened the poor girl’s arousal, delighting her captor but doing nothing to relieve Samantha’s distress.
From her strained position on the floor, Samantha watched Sonja strip out of her clothing. She was an attractive woman, slender, with an athletic build. She was braless beneath a lightweight t-shirt, and it was immediately apparent she was aroused as her stiff nipples quivered with the removal of it. The sight of Samantha’s lovely body becoming more and more aroused was having its own affect on her. But the real source of her excitement was the power she felt. In some ways it was a realization of sorts. Truth be told, she had always felt herself better than most. But there were social pressures that kept those feelings from outwardly manifesting themselves, but not here, and not now. This was her domain. She alone would decide when and if the beautiful young girl would be granted any relief. And that would depend on her own desires being utterly and completely satisfied. Here, she gave no quarter.
She settled onto the floor beside Samantha, her hands exploring again the helpless expanse of flesh before her. The mere touch of her fingers was enough to send the blonde girl straining against the cruel cords binding her, and of course that was the purpose of it. She fought to clench her thighs together, hoping to somehow ease the fire of arousal coursing through her genitals, but the cross-ankle tie prevented it.
Once again she felt Sonja’s finger slip through the wet lips of her vulva to stroke her clit now fully engorged. She chuckled, pulling it out and then adding insult to misery, cleaned her finger on Samantha’s tongue, easily available through the ring gag. An oversized pillow was tossed to the floor beside Samantha’s head, and she felt Sonja’s fingers fumbling with the knots on her ankles. Samantha, sighed with relief, anxious to be freed from the agonizing hogtie. To her dismay, when the fingers were done, she was still held as stringently tied as before. Sonja tipped the quivering bow-taut blonde back onto her belly. She moved around in front of the girl, and positioned the overstuffed pillow just in front of her, then draped two cords over Samantha’s shoulders on each side of her neck. Samantha realized that instead of releasing her ankles as she had hoped, Sonja had tied a long, doubled length of cord to them. Sonja dropped gracefully to the pillow, grabbed the two ends of the ankle leash, reclined slightly, and spread her legs.
“Now, if you have any hope of being relieved of that position you’re tied in, or being granted any bit of pleasure, you will satisfy me completely,” Sonja commanded.
Samantha clenched her eyes. This was becoming ‘old hat.’
Sonja pulled the leashes in tandem, rocking the blonde girl forward and into her waiting sex. With her small breasts pulled almost flat against her chest from the severe tying of her arms, Samantha had little to cushion her against the rough reed mat. Her nipples rubbed against the harsh fibers, both stimulating and irritating them. But when her captor locked her thighs around the blonde girls head, there was no choice other than to attempt to satisfy her.
“Don’t you just love going for a jog in the morning?” Selena gushed.
On most occasions the answer would have been a resounding “yes.” This, however, wasn’t one of those occasions. For a multitude of reasons. One culprit was the black single glove laced onto her arms. It was a piece of design genius. The thin leather, scarcely thicker than a sheet of paper, molded itself to Heather’s arms like a second skin, fusing her appendages together as firmly as super-glue from a point several inches above her elbows, to her fingers immovably crammed into its tapered tip. A second factor was the footwear. While Selena wore high dollar jogging shoes, Heather wore tight thigh- high black leather boots with three inch heels, and nothing else. Third were the nipple clamps. They were a pair of painful alligator clips, snapped onto the helpless agent’s erect nipples, running to a chain pulled on by Selena as they jogged. They jogged around the perimeter of a large empty room. The room had frosted windows at least twenty feet tall, and Heather reasoned that they were above ground, but still within the space that Selena apparently oversaw.
“That’s two miles,” Selena panted. “One to go.”
Heather breathed through her nose. It was a survival technique necessitated by the three inch ball gag strapped tightly between her teeth. It forced her to make snorting noises in a constant effort to acquire more oxygen. Her arms swung awkwardly behind her, their restrained movement forcing her to move her hips more aggressively as a counter measure. She was bathed in sweat. There was no part of her body that didn’t have at least a glowing sheen to it, and much of it had beads of the moisture. It ran into her eyes, down the crack of her butt, and coated the inside of her thighs. Her muscles strained. Her legs, graceful in spite of their awkward gait, continued to rescue her each time she felt about to stumble. At last the pace slowed to a rapid walk. They continued at that pace a couple more times around the perimeter of the large room, and then the two of them exited through a door. Heather immediately ascertained they were in a locker room of some kind. There was a dampness to the air, and a hint of soap and shampoo that Heather recognized from her high school days. Selena tugged Heather back towards an area of benches, surrounded by lockers. With a long black leather belt she secured Heather’s thighs tightly together, just above the leather boots. A snap hook at the end of a leather leash was snapped into t ring at the end of the single glove, and then Heather’s arms were pulled painfully up behind her. Selena looped the leather around a hook mounted in the wall, insuring the bound agent would remain in her bent over position, and then began the task of removing her boots. When the boots were gone, Selena fastened a short bar between Heather’s ankles, released the leash at the end of the glove, and led the blonde captive towards the shower. Secured as she was, thighs tightly strapped, and ankles hobbled, it was an awkward and laborious trip, but one that was necessarily quicker than Heather would have liked because of the cursed nipple clamps. There were multiple shower heads in the large stall area, and Heather was led in front of one. Once again her arms were jerked up high behind her back, and fastened to a hook used for towels. Selena knelt and undid the belt holding Heather’s thighs together, but before any measure of relief could be enjoyed she immediately pressed a button on the ankle hobble, releasing a tension spring that slowly expanded the bar, spreading Heather’s legs, and bringing new tension to her arms as she struggled to her toes with the expansion. The woman was good. At no time were the blonde agent’s lethal legs ever free enough to wreak havoc.
Heather raised her head to see Selena gracefully shedding her jogging attire. The legendary villain’s spectacular body defied logic. Restrained as she was, Heather could do nothing but watch as Selena showered, her hands massaging her thighs, the narrow waist, the massive breasts. In spite of her situation, Heather was both aroused by the show, and more than a little curious if Selena had come by her shapely figure naturally. She was in fantastic shape, as their three mile jog would affirm, but her flat belly, and toned arms also indicated there was more to her daily routine than just a jog. Eventually Selena finished, and turned her attention to her bound captive. If Heather was expecting a warm, relaxing soak, she was quickly disappointed. Instead, Selena removed the shower head from the wall, and directed an icy spray over Heather’s sweat drenched body. Not only was the cold water a jolt to her system, but it stung like hell. Her breasts, still tender from the whipping while riding the horrid metal horse began to throb once again. But when the spray was directed at her genitals, even the normally stoic F.I.T agent couldn’t suppress a sharp cry.
That drew a cackle from her captor.
“Still a little sore there are we?” she laughed.
Selena squirted some soap from the bottle she had used on herself. She rubbed the soapy mass into Heather’s cunt, making sure to vigorously massage both her vulva, and her swollen clit. The blonde girl tried to close her legs, but the spreader bar made her totally accessible, and Selena relished the obvious misery her attentions were inflicting. She hummed softly as she grabbed a nearby razor. Heather’s wide spread legs made easy the task of lathering up her pubic region. With the deft hands of a barber, Selena grabbed Heather’s outer genitals, drawing the skin taut, and casually ran the razor down over her sparse pubic hair, first on one side, then the other. In short order she removed the last bit of modesty left the blonde agent.
“That’s much better,” Selena smirked, her fingers rubbing the smooth skin.
When Heather had been fully, and humiliatingly scrubbed and rinsed, Selena reseated the shower head and turned the water off. She dried herself off, gave Heather a half-hearted toweling, and then once again knelt to depress a button on the spreader bar. She kicked the bound girl’s leg back to a more tolerable before the bar automatically latched in place, her ankles some eighteen inches apart. From her gym bag, Selena took another leather belt. This one was different from a standard leather belt in that it had an additional buckle riveted near the center of its length. She passed it about Heather’s waist and buckled it extremely tight. She grabbed a short length of leather, and took Heather’s long damp blonde hair, twisting it into a rope-like braid, then looping and tying the leather into it near Heather’s scalp. When she was done, Heather had a ponytail of sorts, fastened by the leather, a leftover loop standing away from the knot. Heather’s arms were at last released from their raised position, but it became apparent that a new torment was in store. For the first time Heather noticed there were a series of holes punched in the leather leash snapped to the end of the single glove. Selena whipped the end through the blonde girl’s spread legs, grabbing it from in front of Heather as it snaked upwards. She looped the end through the buckle, the one riveted to the front of the waist belt, tugging on it with one hand while the other made certain the narrow strip stayed its course. Heather knew all too well just where it was going, but even worse she was powerless to stop it. True to form, Selena parted the lips of Heather’s labia, seating the narrow leather strip between them.
“You know what comes next, don’t you?” Selena taunted her.
Heather clenched her eyes shut. In the next instant they shot open. The woman was strong. Selena pulled down as hard as she could, threatening to split her captor down the middle. Heather hunched over in pain, attempting to clench her thighs together, but Selena had already fastened the belt securely in place. She looked down to see the strap had disappeared deep into her flesh.
“That ought to make certain you cause no mischief,” Selena grinned with satisfaction.
She ran her finger down the strap, making certain it was indeed as tight as she deemed appropriate.
“Now for a bit of good news and a dash of bad,” Selena went on. “I’m certain you have been wondering about the welfare of your little slut friend. Kelly, I believe her name is. Lovely little cunt.”
As she spoke Selena drew a white terrycloth robe around her lush form, belting it in front so that most of her breasts were concealed.
“Well I intend to remedy that little oversight,” Selena went on. “But I wouldn’t want you to have to see her completely naked you know. “
She motioned for Heather to have a seat on a tall bar stool next to a make-up table. Carefully, the strap through her cunt screaming every inch of the way, Heather lowered herself onto the stool.
Selena opened a nearby locker and removed a box. She brought it over and set it on the table next to Heather.
“I know you are fashion conscious, so I picked these out with that in mind,” Selena smiled, opening the box.
She took out a pair of lovely red patent leather high heels. Heather knew with one glance they had to be expensive. There was an adjustable ankle strap attached to the top of the heels, but the thing that made them stand out were the 7” stiletto heels. Selena knelt and worked one of them onto Heather’s bare left foot, grunting with satisfaction as it fit perfectly, and fastened the ankle strap just below the spreader bar strap. She repeated the process with the blonde girl’s right foot, then stood and took a step back. She motioned with her hand for Heather to stand. The blonde agent knew better than to protest, so she stood the crotch strap once again chafing against her labia.
“Wow!” Selena exclaimed. “You do wear those well.”
It required all of Heather’s athleticism to keep from toppling over. Her long tanned legs flexed, and she wobbled a bit, the spreader bar making an awkward situation even more so. But she remained standing. Heather was just barely maintaining her balance when Selena spoke again.
“Now for that bad bit I promised,” Selena said. “You and I have a bit of a walk ahead.”
Heather looked at her with disbelief shaking her head.
“Oh yes, yes, yes,” Selena chided, grabbing the chain connecting the nipple clamps. “And time’s a wasting.”
It was like learning to walk all over again. The blonde girl had never done anything so difficult in her life. Just walking with the brutally tight crotch-strap was challenge enough. Towering out of the ridiculous heels, and hampered every step of the way by the two foot spreader bar seemed to be asking the impossible. But in reality there was no asking. She was going to go along, either walking, as tough as that may be, or dragged by her nipple clamps. She began the task of setting one foot in front of the other, the strap sawing at her with each swing of her hips.
They walked out of the shower and down a long hallway. Selena’s bare feet were a stark contrast to Heather’s halting, clacking heels, but the trip was made at a pace that surprised even Selena. After several turns down corridors they came to an elevator. The doors opened, and Selena punched in a code, before sending the elevator on its way down. When they exited it was quickly apparent the whole atmosphere was different here. There was a much more sterile feel to things. They made their way down a short corridor and through a door leading into a dimly lit room with a tiled floor. There were three female guards present, and all took a moment to admire Heather’s tightly restrained body. Selena smiled.
“Looks like you have a fan club,” she whispered into the blonde agent’s ear.
Heather was led into their midst, and forced to kneel. Selena removed the spreader bar, and fastened the blonde girl’s ankles tightly to her thighs. A snap hook on a line through a pulley was fastened into the loop Selena had tied into her hair, and a second later she was hoisted up to balance on her knees. The position was strenuous and painful, but Heather bit down hard on the gag to stifle any audible reaction, determined not to give them the satisfaction of knowing of her discomfort. Her breasts stood out like ripe melons, the strap through her crotch throbbing with each labored breath, and she could feel moisture beading on her forehead.
“Bring the other slut in,” Selena hissed.
The guards went to a door at the far side of the room, and led the other young captured agent into the room. Kelly fared much better in the restraint department than Heather currently did. She was naked, her elbows cuffed behind her with metal handcuffs, her wrists chained in front with silver cuffs and a chain running between them. There were other aspects where she had obviously not fared so well. Her breasts were spectacular, riding high on her chest and made more attractive by the way her arms were restrained. Her areolas were half-dollar sized, and rose-tinted, swelling slightly from the center of her breasts. The sharp points of her nipples poked out from the middle of them begging for attention, and their pleading had not gone unattended. They had been recently pierced and fitted with inch long stainless hoops, from which hung fine silver chains connecting the two piercings. Additional chain descended from the connecting chain to her wrists keeping her hands still as she was being led. That wasn’t the only thing keeping them still though. Another chain connected to the wrists and went downwards, connecting with an additional piercing through her clitoral hood.
“We took the liberty of decorating her with some jewelry,” Selena smiled. “Don’t you think it’s lovely?”
Heather teetered angrily on her knees.
“We’ll get around to you a little later, but we have some business to take care of. In the meantime, I thought we’d let the two of you spend a little quality time together,” Selena went on, the sarcasm abundantly evident in her voice.
“Fetch me several rolls of twine,” Selena instructed the guards. “The thinnest you can find. And bring those special gags as well. We’ll have them do the honors of breaking them in.”
As two of the guards went to gather the requested items, Selena once again approached the helpless blonde agent. Her fingers pinched Heather’s nipples, the hardened flesh compressing and springing back with the attention.
“I think while we’re out I’ll shop for something for these,” Selena grinned, continuing to pinch and release lovely gumdrop sized nipples. “I do love to shop.”
A few moment later the two guards returned, requested items in hand. Heather’s eyes passed briefly over the twine. It was the bristly stuff, undoubtedly the standard fare used by the nefarious organization to secure their enemies, and it was bitterly thin. But it was the other items that caught and held the blonde girl’s attention. They were the ‘special gags.’ Just one look and she knew no good could come of whatever uses Selena had planned for them. She picked one of them up and like a stewardess giving safety instructions before a flight, began to demonstrate their functionality.
“This part here goes inside your inside your mouths,” she smirked, holding the thick, black penis shaped object protruding from one side of a wide leather panel. It must have been fastened to the leather in some manner, but how exactly couldn’t be observed. That was because of the thick foam padding around the base of it.
“And this fits up against your lips,” she continued, pressing the thick foam to demonstrate. “It keeps you two from carrying on with all that annoying girl talk.”
Heather was impressed. She doubted any sound would be able to be made once it was applied. Selena turned the gag over to reveal a longer, but similar penis shape on the other side. It too was fastened to the leather panel, but it was housed in an oval shaped base that rode a couple of inches out from the leather.
“This,” Selena continued, a bit of excitement becoming evident in her voice as she handled it. “Well, you can guess where it goes.”
She tugged Kelly over close to Heather so she could be sure both of them could see the next part of the demonstration.
“But here’s the real kicker,” she said, pausing for effect before depressing a tiny button on the oval base.
Immediately the base began to buzz energetically.
“When you get this pressed right up tight against your friend’s jewels it can really make her sing,” Selena went on. “When we get back we’ll expect a full report.”
Selena pressed the button again and the base became quiet once more.
“You two will get the honors of tying these cunt’s as I direct,” Selena said, handing the gags to the guards holding the twine. “And make it as tight as you possibly can. I don’t want either of them to cause a stir.”
The process of binding the two took a good bit of time. Every length of the twine was wrapped with black electrical tape before being cut to prevent the fraying of the ends. Each was applied with diabolical tightness, cinched and checked twice for slippage before the next stricture was applied. If any of the cord could be moved even a millimeter, it was cut free and applied again, all under the watchful eye of Selena. When at last they were done, she walked around the two obviously reveling in their misery. She nudged them with her bare foot, their bodies so entwined as to jerk as one when she did. They were bound in the classic ‘sixty-nine’ position, with each girl’s head crammed between the other’s thighs, the long black penis on the front of the gag plunging deep into the other’s vagina. When Heather’s head was in place, they had wrapped Kelly’s thighs about her head, binding them tightly in place with the thin cord just above her knees. It was as if she had the blonde in a head scissors with no way of releasing the hold. Further down, her ankles were crossed and very tightly bound. The exact same process secured the blonde agent’s thighs around Kelly’s head, holding the cool, flexible dildo deep inside her own sex. Each girl’s legs were held straight out behind the other girl’s head. It would have been much more comfortable to have been able to bend their legs slightly. And because it would have been more comfortable Selena saw to it that neither one could. That was accomplished by binding both girls’ arms behind their backs. They were fastened together at the wrists, just below the elbows, just above the elbows, and at their biceps, this last binding so tight their shoulder blades were drawn together. Then each girls arms were pulled back away from their bodies, and fastened to the other girls legs so that Heather’s hands were tied to Kelly’s ankles, forearms to Kelly’s shins and calves, and biceps to Kelly’s lower thighs, and vice versa. Neither girl could bend her legs for fear of dislocating the other’s elbows or shoulders. More of the thin cord crushed the two together around their torso’s, pressing Kelly’s breasts deep into Heather’s belly, and Heather’s into Kelly’s. More cord went from each girl’s ankle bonds to a ringbolt anchored in the floor, keeping them from even being able to turn the slightest bit like a pinwheel.
Satisfied at last that the two were utterly helpless, Selena meticulously worked her fingers between each girl’s thighs, and one at a time pressed the buttons to activate the bases now firmly pressed against each of their clits. It was difficult due to how tightly each of their legs had been secured around the other’s head, but she managed nonetheless. Immediately there was a fluttering of their toes and fingers as the vibrations began to take effect.
“We’ll let the two of you get better acquainted,” she laughed, not really sure if either of them could actually hear her. “And don’t worry, we won’t let you spend ALL day like that. Our business shouldn’t take more than 3-4 hours. So enjoy your alone time.”
Selena checked all the restraints one last time, nodded with satisfaction, and left the two bound agents quivering on the floor.
Sonja sat on a stool putting her long hair into a bun. She was somewhat disheartened. Her fantasy was not being fulfilled as she would have wished, and now she was faced with the reality that perhaps she had underestimated hew own ability to make the young blonde perform. It had all looked so easy when she had seen Samantha and Mallory back at the village. And she had been certain that giving the teen a dose of the new drug would make her a sex crazed captive, unbridled by any inhibitions she might otherwise harbor. But alas, that hadn’t been the case. Whether it was fear, the impact of the drug itself, or something completely different, Samantha had been totally unsatisfying. Sonja finally tired of attempting to get Samantha to comply with her wishes. She had angrily flung the tiny blonde to the side.
“Very well,” she hissed. “See where that gets you. Let’s find out if a girl can actually die from an overdose of orgasms.”
And for a time they both thought ‘yes, she could.’
Sonja glanced over at her captive. Samantha’s head lolled against her chest, drool spilling from her gag, running down over her ribs. She had bucked so violently over the course of Sonja’s punishment, that for a time Sonja had worried whether the stout wooden frame would hold her. Samantha’s eyes began to flutter. Then they opened wide, indicating a return to consciousness.
“Nice to see you come back around,” Sonja smirked.
Samantha looked down, her eyes taking a moment to focus on what was causing her breasts to hurt so. She saw them, and then she remembered. Two thin lengths of supple wood squeezed each of her nipples. They were tied together at each end, with her lovely nipples protruding painfully through in the middle. Further down another pair squeezed her vulva. Her entire body hurt. She was becoming used to tight bondage, but this seemed test her limits. The young blonde tried to raise her head, but the effort set the world to spinning once again.
After cursing her lackluster efforts at oral sex, Sonja finally cut Samantha free from the strict hogtie. But it wasn’t a lasting freedom. Samantha was dimly aware of a thick wooden bar being placed behind her ankles, which were then bound to it spreading her legs about two feet apart. Through the fog she felt her body being bent and twisted, an arm threaded around her leg, and then the other arm treated likewise. Sonja lifted one end of the bar onto a brace, Samantha’s body leaning awkwardly to the side until the other end of the bar was lifted onto another brace and the diabolical nature of her bondage was realized. She was suspended by her ankles, but her torso was bent up between her legs, her right arm bent around her right leg, left around her left, and the wrists fasten behind her back with a length of leather, her butt a couple of feet off the floor. Once she had her suspended, Sonja tightened the length of leather between Samantha’s wrists, drawing them tighter about her thighs. Samantha was immediately aware of how exposed she was, her puffy bald vulva almost begging to be touched. Sonja had teased her until she moaned with desire, parted her labia to more easily gain access to her clitoris, and then fastened the two wooden sticks in such fashion to keep the whole thing exposed while she went to work.
A stool to sit directly in front of Samantha, and a healthy vibrator were all the tools Sonja needed to rapidly bring the young girl to a staggering state of arousal. The powerful aphrodisiac did the rest. Samantha’s tiny body twitched like a fish at the end of a hook. One mind-numbing orgasm led right into another until it was just one long drawn-out episode of sensory overload. Eventually her grey eyes rolled back in her head, her petite form quivering for several minutes. Sonja eventually removed the vibrator from the girl’s swollen, exposed clit, her entire sex a rosy red color, and carried the stool a short distance away. Mildly concerned, she continued to watch the girl in case emergency measures were needed. As she watched, she was once again reminded why she had gone to the trouble of bringing the girl here. Even in her extreme bondage and her semi-conscious state, her beauty was unmistakable. Her legs were slender, yet toned; her breasts small, but lovely, and her face angelic. Her tanned skin was unblemished and shone with sweat from the ordeal.
As Samantha came back around, Sonja stood to walk over to her. The blonde teen closed her eyes, certain that she was going to get another round of the cursed vibrator. There was a noise. It startled Samantha as she didn’t recognize it. It was like a fly buzzing by her head. But it was different. She heard Sonja cry out. Difficult as it was, she craned her neck to see. Her eyes opened wide. Sonja was pinned against one of the support posts, an arrow protruding from her shoulder. It had passed through her shoulder before becoming imbedded in the post. In the next instant there were many men in the room. They were very small men, few of them taller than four feet. One of them stuffed a wad of cloth into Sonja’s mouth, silencing the stunned woman. She could see a couple of the men tending to her. They whacked off the arrow, pulling the broken arrow back through the wound. Sonja was thrown to the floor, her flimsy nightshirt ripped from her body. Quickly, the men bound her elbows tightly behind her. A cord was tied around her right ankle, and that ankle was pulled up painfully behind her and bound to her hair. Some type of salve was rubbed into the wound, and a cloth was then tied around it.
While Sonja was being tended to, another band of men were assigned the task of releasing Samantha from her difficulties. While one of the men supported her, her ankles were cut free and she was lowered to the floor. Then her wrists were freed. Samantha groaned as her arms and legs assumed a more natural position. Unfortunately the relief didn’t last. From a kneeling position she was shoved forward. One man grabbed her wrists and crossed her arms behind her back. He held her wrists in such a fashion that her elbows were crossed behind her. He jerked them harder in opposite directions so that the crossing point was actually well above the elbows. As he held them, another man bound them, the thin leather running perpendicular to her crossed arms keeping her arms in their strained position with her elbows crossed well past one another. A short cord was tied around her right ankle with a loop tied in the end. A longer cord was tied around her left ankle. She was forced to sit on her butt while her legs were folded into a yoga position with her left ankle where her right thigh met her hip, and the right ankle at her left hip. The longer cord was run from her left ankle behind her, across her lower back and through the loop on her right ankle. It was pulled harshly, forcing her ankles in hard against her hips. It was run back through the cords on her left ankle, jerked tight, and then tied off. Samantha felt something slipped over her left hand. She looked down to see it was leather. It was small, forcing her fingers to curl in a tight ball to fit into it. It buckled with a thin strap just below her wrist, keeping her fingers in a cramped, tight position. A silver ring was sewn into its tip. A similar leather mitt was slipped over her other hand. It differed in that the ring at the tip had a strip of thin leather some three feet long fastened to it. It too strapped tightly in place. Then the leather strip was run across her belly and through the ring on the first mitt. It was pulled, forcing her hands toward one another, and straining her arms and shoulders even more. It returned back across her belly, through the first ring and once again tightened, and then it was tied off. Samantha felt as if she was being squeezed between her own arms and legs. She felt hands at the back of her neck. The strap holding the ring gag in place was released, and the ring removed from her mouth. It was replaced with a ball which was part of a larger panel gag. It wasn’t as large as some of the gags she had been forced to endure, but the foam backing on the panel part of the gag made it much more efficient. No sound would be permitted to pass. A leather hood was pulled over her head. Laces down the back of the hood were pulled tight forming it to the contours of her face and the panel-gag. Two small holes at the nostrils allowed for air to pass, but not a shred of light made it to her frightened eyes. Something was looped just above the crook of her knee. Another loop was fastened at her opposite thigh, just above the knee. A cord was fastened to the first loop, and Samantha was forced forward, her hard nipples and their piercings pressed against her folded calves. The cord went from its starting point, across her back and through the loop on her other thigh. It returned to its origin while one of the men pressed against her back. It was tugged and pulled until her breasts were flattened against her legs and knotted off. A length of leather was doubled and looped through a ring at the top of the hood. She was rolled to her back and the ends were worked under the mid-point of her folded legs and back up to the ring at the top of the hood. This was pulled until the front of the panel gag pressed firmly against her shins, and it too was tied off. Samantha’s tiny form had been compressed into a tight package of immobility. A leather bag was brought, and the young blonde’s tightly bound form was placed in it. A drawstring at the top pulled it tight around her compressed form, and a stick was run through two rings sewn to the outside. Sightless, unable to move even an inch, Samantha was easily hoisted via the stick onto the shoulders of two of the men. As she was carried outside the blonde teen became aware of a low humming sound. It gradually became louder, and finally became deafening. She recognized it as a helicopter. There must have been a clearing near the place Sonja had kept her. She felt the leather bag being removed from the stick, and then the bag was thrown inside the helicopter. A few seconds later she could feel the helicopter leave the ground, angle sharply to one side, and speed away.
Selena was feeling particularly cheerful. Her foray into town had produced a number of toys and attire which she was eager to tease her newfound playmates with. Of particular interest was an incredible black, sheer teddy with an intricate lace pattern on it. She thought Heather would look incredible in it. The matching thong panties with the slit in the crotch would allow for the beautiful F.I.T agent to be played with at a whim. And she was feeling particularly whimsical. For her friend, she had purchased a red latex dress, a micro mini with cut outs where the breasts would squeeze through. She was proud of the way the nipple piercings looked and the beautiful Brazilian would look fabulous with a strict arm-binder displaying them prominently.
“All right cunts,” she cheerfully smiled, opening the door to the room they had been restrained in. “Fun time is over……”
She didn’t finish the thought. On the floor were stacks of the thin sisal they had used to bind the two girls together with pieces strewn all over the entire area. Hanging from the ceiling, tied together, were the two dildo gags. She approached them, a withering look spread across her normally beautiful face. Something was stuck to them. As she drew closer she could see writing on a small piece of paper.
“Your bondage is as fake as your tits!! Suggested remedy is one of these up your ass four times daily as needed. HD”
Selena was beside herself.
“How the fuck…..?”
She kicked at the pile of sisal.
She was obviously at a loss for words.
“This is far from over,” she finally spat, spinning and walking rapidly from the room.
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