GirlFRIENDS
Spending the weekend with a couple of girlfriends met recently as students
of her workout classes was something of a lark for the 28-year old Cynthia. It
seemed like a fun idea to head for the hills when Kate had first suggested they
make. The idea first came up during an one of Cynthia's aerobics classes. All
she really knew about Kate and her friend Shara was they both seemed close,
worked at a photo studio together, and that Kate's uncle left her some cabin far
away from the bustle of the city. The last part most intrigued Cynthia-she
definitely needed to get away. This seemed like a welcomed opportunity to do
just that, and in the company of some students who seemed eager to have her come
along. Not that she was unpopular, or anything. Just that, well, Cynthia needed
the escape.
They all brought along the usual gear, and Kate also brought one of her
video cameras. She said that by doing so, she could write the whole weekend off
as a business trip. That sounded like a great plan and Cynthia eagerly helped
Shara and Kate load the taping equipment into the back of Kate's SUV. Cynthia
rummaged through her knap-sack for some sunscreen, which she applied and then
shared with the others.
No one told her, and little did she know that she would be the model for the
photo shoot, and that the "weekend" would actually last much longer. She also
didn't know that plans called for round-trip for only two of them, not her. Had
Cynthia known these facts, she hardly would have been so happy to join.
Music blared from Kate's CD as they motored further away from the city.
Cynthia dozed in the back seat, while Shara sat up front, next to the driver. A
stop was made some sixty miles away at a fast-food place. The others had
pastries and cold sodas while Cynthia merely had an iced tea. Back on the
freeway, they went another 20 miles, and then took a turn off. Cynthia watched
as Kate drove and navigated along the two-lane road. Near a farm house, she took
a turn. Soon they were bouncing along a rutted, dirt path. Past a large oak,
Kate turned off again. She switched some controls on the dashboard and the SUV
used all of its four wheels to drive over the land. Crashing through trees and
around the larger boulders, the car along with its passengers finally came to
the edge of a clearing. On the far side sat what looked to be a small house.
"There it is," Kate said. The other women looked where she pointed. Relieved
that they were almost there after the rough ride, the women cheered. "Sounds
like we're all more than ready to get out of this thing!"
"Can we eat when we get there? I'm hungry."
"Sure, after we first go skinny-dipping. How's that sound, Luver?"
It was the first time she heard Kate actually use such an affectionate term
toward Shara. Not that she was surprised or even disapproved. The two were
obviously lesbians. Kate was the butch one with her stocky build and short hair.
She had the build of a power-lifter. During the week while she was doing her
training at the gym, Cynthia saw Kate lifting some pretty heavy weights. Shara
was the more feminine of the pair. The small-boned Eurasian was actually very
pretty in a soft feminine sort of way. Cynthia suspected what the two had going
on, but given her own eagerness to finally get to where they were suppose to be
going and out of the jostling ride, she quickly forgot all about her curiosity.
"Sounds cool," she added, thinking that staying on their best side and
playing dumb was the way to go for now.
The cottage grew larger and Kate braked the SUV to a stop. They had driven
miles off road and it felt good to not be constantly jarred. Doors opened and
all three stepped out.
"Here we are. Let's bring our stuff inside, and then I'll show you the pond.
It's just in the back." Kate went to the door, used some keys to open it, and
waved the other two to follow her inside.
"I'm still hungry, can't we just eat lunch now?"
"Don't forget about what they say about cramps," Kate smiled as the others
unloaded their things. Cynthia looked around the interior of the cabin. It
wasn't bad. Uncle What's-his-name left Kate a pretty neat place. There was a
queen-sized bed and a closet that must contain a cot. Cynthia was glad that she
had brought along her sleeping bag.
"Cummon, guys. Leave everything here, and I'll show you the lake." Kate
grabbed three towels from one of her bags. "Actually, like I said before it's
more like a pond but it's deep and cool. It'll feel great!"
The others did as told and followed her back out into the bright sunlight.
Sure enough, just behind the place were some tall trees, and through them could
be seen the pond.
"Are you sure it's okay? I mean, what about the neighbors?"
"Cute, Cyn'. Nobody comes around here, and the nearest neighbors are ten
miles back. Just watch me. Last one in is..." Kate peeled off her black tank,
boots and shorts after tossing the towels down on the bank. Posing briefly, she
dove in. The splash signaled the others.
The water was refreshing. All three squealed and splashed. Relief to have
finally made the break washed over them all. The water play must have lasted
nearly an hour when Kate said, "I'm getting out. You two can stay if you want,
but I need to eat." Cynthia and Shara looked at each other, and then both
decided to swim back to land. Cynthia used easy strokes to swim over to where
she had left her clothes.
Stepping up onto the muddy bank, she shook water from her blond hair, and
then twisted more from its foot-long locks. Droplets cascaded to the soil at her
feet. Her right hand reached for the towel.
"Damn, where is it?" She tore aside some brush and searched more. "Fuck!
Where are my clothes? I can't find them!"
"You mean these?"
"Huh?" Cynthia looked up from where she knelt. Kate and Shara stood
together. Both had on their clothes except Kate held a pile of Cynthia's, the
towel, and under that what Cynthia immediately knew was a gun. Pointed at her.
"Hey! What is this? Come on, fun's fun, but this is not funny! Give me those."
Her temper flared.
"Pet, take these and cuff her wrist behind her back." Shara paused as she
held the police handcuffs in her hand. "Do what I tell you, NOW!"
"Hey, wait a second", Cynthia said and stood to her full 5'10" height. These
two didn't scare her.
"Don't make me use this, Cynthia." Kate's jaws fixed and her eyes glistened
threatenly.
Cynthia decided to do as she said for now, and placed her arms behind her
back. She felt Shara lock each cuff on a wrist. The other girlfriend had also
decided to follow orders. The cuffs pinned her arms.
"Good." Kate's tongue slowly licked her lips as she looked at the bound and
nude personal trainer. The fit body would make good video. "Let's all get going
back to the house. MOVE IT!" She grabbed a wet shoulder and shoved Cynthia
forward. As she did, she kissed Shara's cheek and smiled.
"Ouch!" Her barefeet were too tender for the assorted twigs and rocks strewn
over the ground.
"Shut your mouth and keep moving," Kate barked as the three made their way
back to the cabin. "Shara? We're not going directly back to the house. There's a
tool-shed on the far side. Let's go there. But, hold up here for a minute." They
had climbed the bank and stood on flat land. "Cynthia, now remember whose wrists
are cuffed, and who has the gun, okay?"
Cynthia cursed under her breath. She couldn't free her arms to bash these
two and break loose. The slowly drying hair on her head swung from side to side
as she walked..
"Good girl. Now," Kate reached into her bag as the other two watched, "I'm
gonna stick somethings in you. But, the thing is, you're not going to object,
right?" They watched her pull out some tubing and what looked like a filled
rubber bag. With it came a rather large-shaped hard rubber plug. "Just hold her
steady, Shara. And bend her at the waist."
Cynthia looked around. She could see no sign of help: only trees, the meadow
and the cabin. She felt hands on her upper back force her to bend. Her face
grimaced as she felt the insertion of the tubing. Her insides seemed to be
filling up. She gasped as she stood bent forward. At last, the tubing seemed to
be withdrawn, but then the awful plug was thrust in. "NO!!!" Her knees buckled
and feet staggered, but she remained held in place.
"Oh yes, my dear." Kate's voice almost sounded soothing as she stroked the
naked back. "You may allow her to stand up again, Shara."
Cynthia's emerald eyes flooded with tears. Kate's face blurred before her.
She was about to spit at her, when she felt the first cramps attack. "GAAAA!"
She cried out and doubled on her own, falling almost to one knee. The fluid was
churning her insides.
Kate patted one of the firm ass cheeks and said, "Just the first, Cynthia.
The plug is to help keep you from shitting it all out. But don't fear, we'll
remove it. In time."
"Awwwwrgh..."
"Help her to stand."
Cynthia doubled at the waist. Nausea spun her head. She wanted to vomit.
Cramps came with tears.
"Don't worry, hon'. You were so tight back there, I only inserted that plug
to the first stop. It gets much wider as it tapers out. Cummon," Kate said,
grabbing Cynthia's hair and pulling, "let's go and take care of your,
uhm...little problem."
The three walked back to the cabin with Cynthia staggering between them.
Kate stopped as they arrived in what was the back yard of the place. She
looked around and selected a spot. "Shara Baby, let's take her over here. You'll
pull out that plug, so run and go put on some rubber gloves. Get a garden hose,
too. This is going to be messy."
Cynthia fell to her knees. The grass beneath them felt cool. A contrast to
the raging fires inside of her. She didn't care about any sense of privacy; all
she wanted to do was make the fire in her stop.
"Stand-up, Cynthia. Here." Kate yanked the hair of the kneeling nude but let
her upper torso bend forward. Shara returned, this time wearing yellow gloves
that covered her forearms. She also brought along the hose.
"There's a spigot over there. Hook it up. Then come back and let's do this."
"Sure Kate." Shara was eager to please and hurried to fix the end of the
hose. She ran back to wherer Kate and Cynthia were standing.
"Now, pull it out, but be careful..."
"Ggaaaaaggghh." A brown torrent shot out of Cynthia as the plug was removed.
She almost fell to her knees again, but Kate held her up by hair.
"Good. Now take the nozzle and wash her clean."
The water from the hose splashed over Cynthia's skin. Shara made a point of
reaching under and between the blonde's toned legs and fingering her pussy.
"That's enough, now stand back, " Kate said, "and hold her shoulder like
before."
Cynthia had little chance to react, Kate inserted another tube, refilled her
stomach and thrust in the plug. This time it sank in deeper.
"Ohhhh...," Cynthia moaned as she felt the second enema fill her and then
cried out as the plug widened her more. Her brain began to spin and she tensed
for the churning sensation to return.
This time, it was not as bad, and Shara did as before. Through her
hair-messed tears, Cynthia saw the pile of loose shit just behind her. The sight
and the smell made her gag. She coughed, instead, and gulped as she looked away.
It made matters worse knowing it was her's.
"Fine. Wash her good and let's go back to the shed." Kate didn't wait long
for Shara to finish and pulled Cynthia's crouched figure by the hair.
"That wall over there, " Kate said and pointed to one of the rough wooden
walls that was just inside the door. "See that ring set into it?" She pointed to
an iron ring fixed into the wall about two feet off of the floor. Take her over
there. Set her back against the wall. Sit her down and I'll pad-lock her cuffs
to the ring."
From where she sat on the floor, Cynthia's arms ached as they remained
behind her. The floor was dusty, but it still felt good to rest. Her legs were
kept free, so she also rested her hurt feet. She looked up at the two as they
towered above her. Kate had wrapped an arm around Shara. Both of them smiled and
kissed each other.
"Let's go make something to eat, Baby. She'll be here when we get back."
Minutes after the two left, Cynthia started to test the ring. Given her
position, it was hard to get any leverage. Her back strained. The ring held.
Ignoring the tenderness of her soles, she planted them and used her leg power to
lift her hips up and try to yank at the ring that held her wrists behind her.
The best she could do was shake the old wall.
Frustrated, her butt once more fell to the floor. Panting from the effort,
she fought to catch her breath. As she did, she looked around at her
surroundings. The shed was actually a garage. There was an old truck over to one
side. A work-bench ran along the far wall. Open beams showed how rustic the
place was. There were two dirty windows, and cobwebs seemed to be everywhere.
Over in one corner, a relatively clean-looking tarp covered some bulky objects.
Cynthia had no idea what those were. The rest of the place looked like a typical
old barn.
She kept trying without success. Unlike most of the decrepit things around
her, the ring must have been recently fixed as its hold remained solid. Cynthia
stopped trying and remained still when, after about an hour, she heard Kate and
Shara's voices getting louder. They were returning. Cynthia held her breath.
"See? Didn't I say she be here waiting for us?" Kate smiled and licked
Shara's neck. Shara returned the gesture with a deep kiss. Cynthia looked away.
Kate went over to the workbench and came back with two coils of thick rope.
"Here, you take one and tie her ankle. Make sure it's tight."
Cynthia watched as the two tied each of her ankles. Kate made no apology
when she burped, but continued knotting the rope.
"Now, give your end to me." Kate took the other rope from Shara and holding
them in her hand, looked up at an overhead rafter. Stepping away, she stood
underneath a supporting beam that angled up to the roof and through one rope.
Its loose end flew up, and then fell back down. Kate then walked back and away
to do the same with the second rope.
Cynthia's tied ankles jerked apart and slightly up as the slack from the two
ropes tightened with Kate's every pull. She felt another tug. Her legs opened
wider and higher. "Owww!"
"Look. She's starting to hurt." Shara bit a strand of her hair as she
watched Kate pull on the ropes and Cynthia' lower body being raised. Her tongue
licked the inside of her mouth as the woman on the floor cried out more.
Tension from the weight of her body fell mainly to Cynthia's arms. The back
of her head scraped against the wall. Its position also forced her chin onto her
chest. Her long legs seemed to stretch out to the ceiling. It was not easy to
breathe.
Kate securely tied the end of one rope to the truck wheel, and wrapped the
other around an old extra transmission sitting on the bench. "Come here Shara,
and look what our friend has." Kate held Shara. Both admired their gym teacher's
opened legs. "I'll just bet that little cunt is as cute inside, but let's have a
better look."
To Cynthia's surprise, the two walked away from her. Kate returned with a
camera and tripod, and some lights. Shara was holding something in her hand.
"What the fuck are you up to now?" Cynthia almost choked on her words as she
spat them out. She still could not move her head.
"Well, Cyn', since you asked ...we're are going to make a movie. And guess
who'se gonna be the star?"
"Whaaaaat? LET ME GO!"
Kate laughed salaciously and kissed Shara. "You see, we make this movie,
sell it and get big bucks that will more than pay for our little trip."
"No way!" Cynthia struggled, but was held fast. She shouted at Kate as the
equipment was being set up, but was more conscious of the camera's eye peering
right into her exposed position.
"And get this, Shara and I have our little fun while this story develops.
And Sweet, know how it ends? Hah! Don't bother asking. Just picture yourself on
a cross. Nice, huh? This is gonna sell big, fer sure."
Sweat pored out over Cynthia's sleek frame as it was tightly suspended. Her
heart beat faster as she heard Kate's sarcasm. It sounded more terrible than
ever, and the camera made it all worse.
Kate finished with the tripod and light stands. She uncovered the tarp.
Underneath was a portable generator. This, she rolled out of the shed and passed
power cables through the opened window. Back inside, she plugged in the power
cords from the lights. A flash bathed the room and remained bright. Kate fixed a
reflector, then turned to Shara and said, " Now give me that duct tape."
Cynthia squinted at the bright lights. She could barely make out the shadow
figures of Kate and Shara. Her own body glistened in the light. Somewhere,
behind them, she heard what sounded like a strip from a roll of tape being
unwound, and then a slicing noise.
Kate appeared between her parted legs. In her hand she carried some 5 narrow
strips of a silvery tape. The sticky sides were not adhering to the palm of her
hand.
"Getting all of this on tape? Good. Now, first we take one strip of tape
like so..."
Cynthia squinted her eyes as she felt the tape adhere to a side of one of
her nether lips. Long ago she had made it a point to bikini wax that area. Only
a narrow stretch of pubic hair covered her vulva. She grimaced as she felt
Kate's finger press firmly onto her. A second piece was attached, but this time
the pressure was uneven. The tape was covering her hair.
Kate stepped back to let the camera have a good view of the assembled strips
of tape covering Cynthia's snatch. She moved into camera range and said,
"Cynthia...right now you are the prettiest of us - sorry Baby -during the course
of the movie, though, that might change. But, we do have to start somewhere..."
She used one of her nails to lift an end of one of the strips of tape covering
the waxed area and with a swift movement, pulled.
"AWWWKKK...!!!"
Behind the camera, and watching all, Shara cheered as she saw Kate jerk the
strip and then Cynthia's body react. Watching the toned body thrust up, and
hearing the scream got her hot. Cynthia was sweating more. A red mark glowed
where the tape had been..
"Do one with hair. And do it slow. That should really hurt!"
"I think you're right, Shara Love. Watch this."
"nnnEEE....NNNOOOooo!"
Cynthia lay stretched out and shivering. Tears washed over her face. Her
heart pounded as though it would burst from her chest.
"Now open those pretty eyes of yours. Take a look."
Through her tears Cynthia peeked at the strip of tape Kate was swinging
before her face. A mass of dark hairs stuck to it. She didn't have to be told
from where those hairs came.
Another strip ripped off more hair and finally, the remaining two. Kate
stopped the camera and let the lights cool. She lowered Cynthia's ankles and
with Shara's help untied ankles. Unlocking the padlock holding wrists to the
wall, Kate pulled Cynthia up to her feet. She went behind the nude and released
her wrists. Mean red circles wrapped around each, so Kate allowed her to rub
circulation back into them as she and Shara prepared for the next event.
"Now Cyn', I did mention that you would be crucified for our little movie
here, didn't I?" Kate didn't wait for an answer. She pulled one of Cynthia's
wrists away from her. "Directors are always right, aren't they Pretty One? I
know that I did mention the cross thing before...so, hold your arm out from your
body. DO IT!"
Cynthia wasn't sure what to do, except to hold out her arm. She still
shivered from the awful pain. Looking down, she no longer saw the cropped strip
of hair covering her crotch. She started to sob again as she felt one wrist, and
then the other being tied. They didn't seem to care that her wrists were chafed
from before. At least, she was in a different position. Her feet were flat on
the floor, and just the slack taken up. Other than that, her arms stood straight
out from her body. She glared at Kate. When the lights turned on again, she was
blinded.
"Come on, Shara. You're pretty enough for the movies. Take off your top. Put
on some gloves and let's show your teacher, here, and the audience that will pay
good money to watch all the things your teacher has taught you in your
kickboxing classes with her."
Cynthia could hear some rustling somewhere behind the lights, and then she
saw Shara appear. She was pretty, Cynthia could see, but those boobs on her
olive skin had to be fake, unlike hers. She wore an ominous half-mask, over most
of her face. Apparently, the girl was camera shy. That knowledge was not enough
to make Cynthia feel comfortable. Her arms pulled, but the ropes binding her
wrists held. She shifted her free legs. She had to be ready for anything from
these two. Shara saw the shift too, and wisely continued walking past her.
Cynthia tried to keep her in her vision until she past the corner of her eye.
"NAAAH!" Her kidneys exploded. The punch to her back rocked her entire body.
She swung in the ropes. "AAArrrgh!" Her spine shuddered. Seeing only one
alternative, Cynthia moved fast. Guessing that the ropes would hold all of her
weight, she swung her legs up and over. Arms twisted again behind her, she faced
Shara. Cynthis could see the dark eyes glittering behind the mask and the black
pony-tail swinging behind.
"Clever of you to do that flip, Teacher." Shara's almond eyes sparkled and
then her hair flew as she launched into a spin kick and aimed.
Cynthia's head snapped to the left as the other's bare foot hit just over
her eye. Fuzzy stars appeared.
Kate stood behind the camera and said, "Very good Shara, but we're missing
all of the good stuff. So, cummon, let's get her legs back over and you in
front."
The two swung Cynthia's legs over her head and between her arms and set them
back down on the floor. Shara grabbed Cynthia's hair and jerked her head up.
Electrically peering into her face, she said, "What's a matter Teacher? Had too
much already?"
Cynthia anger flashed at the shiny face close to hers. It kept passing in
and out of focus. Already she was feeling her left eye swell. It seemed that
soon it would be closed shut. In a moment of lucidity, Cynthia spat back.
"Oh Teacher, you shouldn't have done that. That was a definite no, no.".
Shara wiped the spittle from her forehead and then placed it back over Cynthia's
lips. She then stepped back and looked at the muscled stomach. "Tell me, how
many crunches can you do? Shara led with her shoulder and slammed her glove into
the abdominals. She giggled and turned away to show her chest to the camera.
Behind her, she heard Cynthia cough and choke. "Not so many after that one, yes?
Then how about another?"
The little girl's voice giggled again.
