Kidnapped art girls (Private)

As she stepped down the old spiral staircase of the once cream white tenement building, Roxanne swung her sleek gilded handbag and smiled. She could glimpse the bluish early spring sky outside through the small inset windows, she knew the sun was shining and after weeks of hard work it would be so nice to see Amanda again. Her buddy had been skiing for a week up in the mountains, taking time off her triple schedule that comprised selling ladies clothing some daytime, playing cello with a theatre orchestra and pulling the weight of bass guitar and some singing with a rock outfit which had the potential of doing great things some day, while Roxanne carried on as a dancer, at theatres and small venues, going to dance classes too, and sometimes with less orthodox means of income. They were both generally busy and sometimes short of money, but the skiing vacation was something her friend really needed and no doubt she'd enjoyed it. She had promised to be back on monday,m three days later, but as it turned out she'd returned to the city last night, and now it was friday.

Roxanne pushed open the door at the low end of the stairs, entering into the hallway at ground level. Her black, silky skirt hugged her strong thighs and the turquoise top looked glittery dark blue like the sea as she moved in the light of the green-walled vestibule. She liked the house, it was reasonably central but still not expensive if you lived on the upper floors, it had several entrances and stairs leading up there, and terraces facing the yard with its trees. The multiple stairs was a bonus and useful too. Sometimes she would bring men home to give them "room service" of a kind they didn't want to be seen coming in for - this could happen both in the daytime and at night - and it was convenient not to have to ride the main elevator or stairs up to her lodgings.

The young lady ambled into the street and felt the fresh March morning all about her. The dilapidated buildings at some lots across the street didn't bother her, she found this quarter charming and its people nice. The e-mail she had got from Amanda yesterday afternoon had said she was returning a bit early and could they meet at the Serpentine Café down in the park across the railway lines? Sure, yes, Roz had replied. And this morning she had got a postcard from that place high up in the hills with a few lines scrawled in, also telling her Mandy would be back friday morning,

When she stepped out of the subway station half an hour later and three miles further south, the path into the park lay almost empty. She passed between the wide willowtrees, looking over the hill. To the side a few mothers wee playing iwth their kids,. Roxanne drew in air; this place was an oasis. Some nights she had picked up willing takers at the dance halls deeper in the greenery, but she wasn't thinking f that now although she looked vaguely sultry and striking, thin charcoal lining her eyes and a glossy pink shade on her lips.

Coming around the lawn Roxanne felt the glistening, white gravel crackling under her heels, listening to the birds. Few people were about and the hill, on the other side of which was a modest open-air theatre, lay empty. To the right side of the footpath was the run-down wooden fence of the park, engulfed in high bushes, fruit trees and brushwork. She half.lazily noticed a man who had come in on the path in front of her; he was holding a fold-out map. "Tourists!" she thought.
As she came up beside her, he turned to her and asked in a slightly embarrased voice if she could explain where to find the Concert Hall.
"It moved some years ago" she said, leaning over and scanning the pages open. "This map's a bit old, lessee...if you fold it out there...to the right" she said, looking down but leaning forward so as not to his this head; with her six feet height she was aware sometimes that she had to keep a certain distance.

Suddenly a pull at her left arm made Roxanne uneasy. "Hey, uh...what do..." she got out before the jerk backward of her arm told her something was really wrong. She tilted her head to the right to catch his face, but a sharp tug into her dark ponytail sent a fierce signal of danger thorugh her. Suddenly another arm - not that of the vistor she had wanted to help - reached across her belly and someone kicked at her right calf. "Eoowww! STOP! Wha..." she cried out, but was stopped short by an elbow landing in her soft belly and the "tourist" letting his hand clamp down over her mouth.
What the hell was going on? Roxanne growled and heaved, her blood rushing as these multiple arms held her with such force. She tried to bite the hand of this deceptively kind guy who was now gagging her, but he was too shrewd. the sudden slaps at her breathing muscles deep in her stomach made her sweat and lose power. Fightuing the weakness and pain, she was forced to her knees in the grass. "HELP!" she cried out but the hand gag did its job and unable to resist, she felt both her arms pulled backwards. The next moment she heard the clicking of handcuffs. A sharp, restraining feeling lodged in her, it was unreal and she didn't even know what to do as someone pulled a rope around her pinned hands and then twice about her stomach, yanking it tight.

"Quick!" That was a different voice, sharper and darker than the 'tourist' - whom she realized had been a stooge to set this up. Then, to her: "Don't try to jerk free, that might hurt more than you like - later on.." he said. She tried to look around, but the greenery around her was empty of people it seemed; all she heard was the birds. She grunted into the fingers blocking her mouth, meaning to say "Who are you? What do you want? I don't have any much money with me."

They could not have heard any words, but the assisting one grabbed at her head and shook it with both hands. "Ummmmghh! Mmmmpff!! Heempppf!"
"Keep still, bitch" he said, and a knife appeared in front of her turquoise-linen covered breasts.
Roxanne breathed hard and nodded, then she briefly went limp, allowing them to do what they wanted. The "tourist" slowly lifted his hand off her mouth and rapidly inserted a hanky and, over it, a ball gag in black leather, then he strapped it tight. The other man, behind her, tied her feet together with strong, ungiving rope, then doing the same with her knees. The rope was lashed on the outside of her skirt, and grease, dirt and dew lodged both on the fabric and on her kneecaps.

Then she was lifted and carried off toward the perimeter fence. She wriggled and grunted as she was carried like a python snake, but she knew that ven for her efforts, they would have little real trouble getting her past - there were many points where the planks had fallen over, and the pear and cherry trees and bushes hid you from sight once you'd got close to the fence, on both sides. Beyond lay a parking lot. It had taken less than a minute and a half, and it flashed through her that she might not be going home tonight. Kicking her bound feet and squirming with her hands cuffed behind her, Roxanne tried to keep a remnant of calm.

Having just returned from vacation - a week skiing in the mountains - Amanda wondered at the email she received from her best friend, Roxanne. The message said she was ill and needed Amanda's help. Amanda wasn't due to work until tomorrow night where she had a gig in a small club south of the city. She was a singer and bass guitar player in a Rock Group that she hoped someday would make it big. She worked at a retail store and played cello with an orchestra and still money was tight.

Amanda left her small apartment (where she sometimes brought men to pick up some extra cash). She was an appealing 5'9", about 130lbs, short curly blonde hair, curvaceous girl with lavender eyes that men said were mesmerizing. Not knowing what she would need to do for Roxy, she wore low rise tight jeans, black heeled boots and a tight purple tee shirt that showcased her very generous breasts. She walked quickly, enjoying the brisk morning, catching the bus to her friend's building.

Thinking and worrying about Roxanne, she never noticed the two men that followed her into the back entrance of Roxy's apartment house. Wanting to use the back elevator, she quickly ran up the steps leading into a dim lighted stairwell. Suddenly two sets of hands grabbed her roughly. Arrrrrrrrrrrrwk, WHAT THE...........-a hand slapped her hard and covered her mouth. Terrified she tried to break free but Amanda was being held tight by strong, muscled arms. She panicked as she tried to hit back at them and they weren't letting go. She had no money so what could they want? As she tried to see who was grasping onto her Amanda felt her hands wrenched behind her and the cold metal of cuffs as she heard the "snick" of the locks. She again began to struggle trying to get away from the cruel hands - mmmmphhhh, pppphhhhm. They hit her several times until she could no longer attempt to get away. The man got close to her and growled, "enough whore - we don't want to hurt you........yet" - and he tied a black nylon scarf in her mouth (almost gagging her) and around her head.

As Amanda tried to struggle and scream she could feel her saliva dribbling down her chin. Her heart pounding, she went limp as she felt strong hands groping her body. She thought she might be on the verge of passing out from the fear, but was fighting hard not to - trying to think what she could do. Why was this happening to her? Who are these men and what do they want with her? They continued to tie Amanda's legs and feet as a hundred questions flew through her mind. She knew that to continue fighting was hopeless as she felt them pick her up and carry her to a waiting van in which she was thrown into. She began to shake as what was happening set in and she wondered if she would ever see the light of day again?

"Now we'll see what is and isn't Art!", growled Simon half-aloud, as he lifted Roxanne easily by her legs, checked that the rope lashing her ankles together was strong and would hold weight, and hung her by that rope from a self-latching hook mounted in the van's ceiling. His meat-packer's muscles hardly registering the weight, he repeated the process with Mandy, hanging her also by her ankles from an adjacent hook.

He paused a moment, contemplating. He pushed on Roxanne and she swung over, her head striking Mandy's ear. That wouldn't do. Couldn't have them bashing skulls together in transit. His ice-grey eyes took on a thoughtful, faraway look as he took out his Leatherman and sliced off Roxanne's turquoise top as if it were an inconvenient bit of packaging. He did the same to Mandy's tight blue top, and took a short moment to admire how her large breasts and smallish rosy nipples dangled upside down over her reddening face.

Roxanne's firm orbs looked pretty much the same upside-down as they had when she'd first humiliated him in bed, first hinting, then complaining outright, that his performance was mechanical and predictable. "I don't know what you call that, Simon, but it certainly isn't Art," she'd said, before demanding his copy of her key back.

Later he'd watched to see who she brought home instead, and found her taking in one man after another, for just an hour each, and eventually it became obvious that money was changing hands. His precious Roxanne had put out the red light.

"Whaddya doin' back there?" came from Brian up front. "Drop your dick already, we got some driving to do."

"Hold yer horses, Bri," Simon grunted. "Just making sure our cargo is properly packed for the trip."

Forcing himself to concentrate on the present, Simon wrapped a rope three times around Roxanne's slim waist, remembering how well his hands had fit there, and then turned Mandy to face her and wrapped the rope three more times around Mandy's, and secured their hips together.

This didn't look secure yet, nor humiliating enough. Their breasts were touching but not yet pressed together or able to cushion any impacts reliably. With an evil grin, he took four very strong toothed nipple clamps from his bag and without ceremony clamped all four nipples. With small sturdy keychain rings he attached Roxanne's right nipple to Mandy's left, and vice versa. Both girls were keening as loudly as they could behind their gags by now, Roxanne's eyes pleading with him. He was sure she recognized him by now.

He pressed the two girls together and saw their breasts cushion their collision -- their heads were safe for the nonce. He pulled them apart and they were drawn back together by the clamps, with no sign of pulling free. Excellent. He ignored their pleading eyes, reddening faces, and attempts to scream as the cruel clamps bit into their soft flesh.

Simon clambered easily out the side of the van and up into the front, taking the driver's seat. He pulled out of the suburban driveway and drove the van briskly into the late-morning traffic.

Bent over in an unyielding hogtie Roxanne skidded helplessly in darkness, grunting into the foul wet leather gag and pulling in vain to free herself from the manacles. She knew it was pointless but her fear was swelling like a ball in her soul. She could hear the rumble of cars and now, quite clearly, the steady clatter of a cargo train. So we're close to the railway, and still in town, she thought. Suddenly the van pulled to a halt, sending the bound Roz bumping into a spare tyre. She groaned as her arm thudded into the massive rubber. Then silence.

Minutes passed - would they open the door? What did they want? But no one opened, and she summoned up her energy and yelled into the gag: "Mmmghh! Heeeelp! Heelmmppff!!" There had to be people close by, she told herself, people who could save her.

Suddenly she heard a key turning. Her body tightned as she forced her head up and looked to where she thought the door might be. But when it opened there was only a dilm glint of light, and it looked like a big animal coming in:. "Mmmmgh! No!" she exclaimed - her fear was just below her skin - but it was greeted by another voice from a crying, growling woman. Roxanne focused the moving, multi-limbed creature that she could glimpse against the grey-yellow light, gazing and wishing she could get up.
"Mmmghhh! let me gooohhh!" roared the other woman, and a man - obviosuly carrying her - said "Shut up, hoe! Don't think you're going anywhere..."

With a shudder Roxy realized this was the man who had been standing behind her, and it struck her that there must be a separating wall between the two spaces in this van, so that the outer one had been opened for them to come in and then another door opening to the bigger room. She had been too scared and confused when she was brought in ot really notice it.

The door locked, two electric lamps on the wall sprang to life. Briefly, Roxanne scanned the big-boned man who was standing above her, and who now shamefully kicked her on the knee. The strangeness of it all made her think draggingly, she had to force herself to look, but as she spotted the woman who had yelled out loud, the flickering light showed a purple top and big, luscious breasts inside it - and like a flash it hit home with Roxanne: Oh my god - Amanda?!
As the big guy hauled the girl up by her armpits, raising her into kneeling and then slapped her cheek and nose - "Listen up, bitches! ha-ha.." - Roxanne could see her face and cried out, she couldn't stop herself. "MMmmghhh!" Amanda turned in her direction and replied with the same grunt, only louder: "Roxie! Mmmghh!!" The two women tugged at their handcuffs and shouted like trapped animals, and that was exactly how Roxanne felt by now. Had they been set up? Who? Why?

After a few moments Roxanne was reduced to breathing raspily and crying out, then just sobbing and straining to think while rolling about on the floor. But the man who had brought them here didn't lose any time at all; he got down on his knees and undid the rope holding her wrists pinned to her feet behind her. But not to set her free, instead he murmured "Now shut yo mouth, whore!" and pulled her length out, then lifting her by the feet.

Her knees and ankles steadily bound, she was helpless and knew it, and Roxanne mutely let herself be pulled up till he held her totally upside- down and some strands of her black hair fell out under her. Then she felt her feet being fixed, as if locked to a rock. With her inverted face scanning Mandy, Roxanne bucked as she was steadied on the hook. The man put his hand briefly under the waistline of her skirt and poked against her helpless mound. She started squirming at once, shaking her head and crying, but all she heard was the echo of her own and Mandy's voices.

Less than a minute later, Mandy had been lifted up, dangling at another hook just opposite, and her face was set upside-down close to Roxanne's. Roxy sought Mandy's eyes, and thoughts raced through her mind. When he hauled her friend high, Roxanne had got a chance to see his body and face a little closer, and by now it had dawned on her who he was. Simon - this slightly older, not very bright boyfriend from two years back. he had been unrewarding in bed and she had laughed him off. So now it seemed he was thinking of revenge. Oh Christ - but why pull Mandy into this? Or did he just need Mandy to pull it off and so he would grab her too? As he bumped her belly with his knee and spat at the folds of her top, she realized he was ruthless and remembered he'd told her he worked part time with butchery meat driving..A moment later her head thudded into Amanda's and they both grunted in pain. Her skirt rubbing at Mandy's slacks and their breasts dangling very close, she could feel her breath and her fear.

As he went on to rip away her top and the lace bra, slashing with his knife close to her skin, Roxanne felt more helpless than she had ever felt in her life. Her blood was falling into her head, she thought, and that idea as much as the instinctive anger and fear made her squirm with her bound legs. Not that he seemed to notice; instead he tied them together by the waist like cattle and then went for one more humiliation, pinching her nipples, and Amanda's, with the tight metal clamps. Roxanne bit into the ball gag and tried to make herself not yell. but she couldn't stay off breathing hard and whimpering as her tits were tugged down.

It felt as though a shark had bitten into them, and she felt a half dull vibe noticing how the pinchers were chained up with the opposite ones on Mandy's rich breasts. Part of her mind was just saying: "This is happening to 'her', that girl, not to me, to us!". Their bodies pressed together however, she was so close she could see Mandy's eyelashes in the dim light, and their rising cry of pain formed a chant that lit their way into the future - whatever future they could have now.

"Well, see you soon, ladies!" Simon said watching her and Amanda hanging there half naked, gagged and abused. Then he switched the light off and stepped away. Moments later, the motor came to life and with the two moaning and growling as they were pushed skintight close, the van picked up speed and sought its way out toward the lakeside driveway. Roxanne thrashed instinctively with her torso, knowing she had to move in some sense if she wasn't going to lose her mind right here, She wanted to tell Amanda that whatever this could be about they had to be strong for each other. No way to tell her that now, but she hoped her buddy would somehow understand anyway, and meanwhile prayed for God to please take mercy and help them get out of this.

Unable to move, unable to get away, Amanda felt herself being lifted, as if she weighed nothing and carried to a waiting van. She struggled and tried to scream, "hlphh". She was hauled roughly inside and thrown on the floor where she continued moving about , trying to get to her feet. The huge man slapped her, knocking her down to her knees. Feeling liked a caged animal, tears rolling down her face , the fear overwhelming, she tried to look around the van -for a clue as to why this was happening. Hearing a muffled scream she tried to focus in the dim lighted van, Unbelieving , she attempted to see who else was there - could it possibly be?….Rommph,? She finally was able to make out the shape of her best friend, Roxanne handing upside down. Before she could even process that thought - with a yank on her hair - she too was lifted and hung by her bound feet.

Amanda fought to loosen the binding ropes but was in no position to do anything. She tried to lift her head - her body fighting the bonds automatically, but the effort only made it more difficult to breath. She looked at Roxanne, seeing her own fear and bewilderment mirrored in Roxy’s eyes, wondering why this was happening to the two of them. Tears falling, breath hitching, choking on her own saliva , she tried to sway closer to her friend. Amanda knew it was useless but she continued to fight until the man came at her with a knife. He cut off their shirts and clamped their nipples, fastening them to each other. The pain was so unbearable, Amanda strived not to pass out. He left them hanging there, trying to scream, the door slammed leaving them in total darkness.

She heard the van start up and wondered where they would end up. The movement of the van, caused both girls to sway painfully against each other, sending jolts of pain from her nipples through her body. Ummgghh, tears running freely, the scarf in Amanda’s mouth making it almost impossible to breath or swallow. She tried to calm herself and hoped Roxy could do the same, but knew it was almost impossible. It felt like there were riding forever, the blood draining in her head making her dizzy and disorientated.

All she could think of was why her and Roxy? Where would they end up? Would they be tortured and killed? At this thought - her breathing seemed to stop - the fear too enormous to fight. She felt everything spin as the darkness took over and she went limp and passed out. Finally the van stopped and as the doors opened , two men looked at the half-naked girls hanging from the ceiling of the van. “ Now the fun begins,“ growled one to the other.

Roxanne could feel her friend's body close to her, their stomachs and breasts even touching, she heard her breathing hard and Mandy's mufled cries merging into her own, but there was no seeing her at all. As they swung in heavy pendulum movement she felt the tearing on their nipples; by Simon's evil design they were now forced to torture each other for the entire length of the ride. She wanted to help Amanda, but she was forced to wriggle with her naked chest even though she knew that was causing more pain to both of them. I'd rather take pain than go insane, she thought, and being in movement was a constant need to Roxanne, having danced for as long as she could remember.

Suddenly the van slowed down arther quickly and came to a halt. She tried to listen, her mouth dry and her ears on edge. Dimly she could hear car motors outside, then suddenly a horn. Wetre they going to change into another car? Or were they parked at some dark castle where thy would be brought out and used? Silence - and then the unmistakable sound of clattering railway cars from the distance. Is it...? Then she heard the blare of a train horn changing frequency and she knew: it's a train crossing, we're waiting as the train passes by. Her face became sweaty as she tried to position herself and again images flashed by of what they might be put through when they arrived - where?.

"Aaauugh...Nnnghh..helpff" Amanda moaned, and it sounded like her friend was half asleep, unconscious from the shocks they'd been through. Roxanne leaned close, feeling how strange and lewd it was: here they were naked and bound, and their bodies more unremittingly close to each other than they had ever been, but they had been put into this by two rogues. She shuddered at it. then she heard the bells outside signalling that th train had passed.

The van came to life with a heavy, steady roar and the whole "chamber" shook, the girls rocking too on their hooks. As they swung and the bite in her nipples took force again Roxanne grunted "No...no...MMMMGHHH!!" and as Mandy's sweaty stomach pressed into her own she felt a wave of nausea. Her inverted bowels would not have it, and Roxy felt bells of alarm ringing as her chest muscles and trachea woke up. "Please God, don't let me choke hanging like this!" She groaned heavily and used her shoulder to bump off Amanda as the throw-up came closer. If I throw up all I have I'm going to die, she thought, choked under the ball gag, and then they will kill Mandy too just to blot it out. Wriggling steadily in her bonds, Roxanne bucked backwards, pushed the ball gag down at her tongue in the hope that there would be a channel wide enough to let the retching through; and half a second later she tilted her head to the side.

The stream of puke came right up her trachea and flooded her mouth and nostrils with stale beer, melted potatoes, chicken, mustard and veggies from last night. She groaned hard as she was forced to let it through. A poor woman's luck; there were no really hard and solid bits in it and nothing seemed to clog, it just flew out in a strong, disgusting jet. She could feel it running over her lips, her nose, some of her black hair and down on the floor. letting it come out in two steady gushes she then began slowly to push her stomach muscles together again, to keep from throwing up more. Her head spun and she felt messy and disgraced, but alive. Coughing into the gag, she let her skull hang limply and felt the drool running. Mandy moaned again, then giving a few steady grunts as if to say "Roxy? You okay?" Roxanne made a sharp grunt back to show she was still there. The car sped steadily down a road without changing velocity much, it seemed.

Amanda moved and her breasts suddenly pulled sharply again. Roxanne cried out, but there was no response: seemed Mandy had passed out again. Swinging steadily on the hook and crying softly, Roxanne told herself they could do nothing right now. She sank to a half-numbed level knowing what was coming would be worse still.

When she came to in a steady way, the light was on again, the doors were open letting a broad shaft of sunlight in, and Mandy had been brought down. Simon was in the interior of the van removing the clamps from her nipples, and when she turned her head and looked out the door she could glimpse the other one; the "tourist", was there with his pants down, standing on the lawn. Amanda was on her knees and sucking his cock, still bound, her hands still cuffed behind her of course and his hands in her hair, pulling her face into his crotch. She was moaning in a raw, muffled voice.

"So ya even managed to shitty down my van, slut?" Simon said and slapped Roxanne's face. She felt the thud and noticed there had been no splash of drivel. her face was rather dry, he seemed to have cleaned off the choke and dregs although she could still feel the rotty, stale stench. He removed the ball gag and she breathed in hard, trying to look around more but some of it was dizzy. Simon brought his hands up to the hook and undid it, catching her toward his body; her face landed against his thigh and her breasts at cock height. Mercifully he put her down on her back at the floor and removed the ropes from her feet and knees. "Up you go, slut!"

"I'm no slut, certainly not...."
"Hey lay off Roxy, you're lucky to even be able to speak to us. In this place, that's a rare privilege for girls like you and Mandy. You may come to spend a good deal of time gagged here anyway. Your mouth isn't primarily for speaking from now on, seeing we're together."
She looked at him in disbelief and feeling the weird sting of pain from her tits where he had removed the steel hooks. "Mmmmgh...So what would it be for...?"
"For fucking you, whore. Isn't that wht you let yer guys do with you?"
Roxanne went scarlet red. "Hey, what you...?" she whispered and squirmed on the ground,.
"I said up, hoe. get up and walk. Don't want to stay here in the van all day."
She rose up to her feet unsteadily, breathed in and then said "You don't dare say that to..."
"Mandy? Oh she was knee deep in it too."
It felt as if she had been hit with a whip in her face. "You...you..." she breathed hard and shook her body, her arms strapped behind her. "That's a lie - both of us.."
"Oh come on, slut."
She turned around and stepped down the ramp of the van. Amanda had the other guy's entire cock in now and her cheeks were red and bulging; it seemed he was pressing down into her throat too. "Having fun, Brian? that's a good aperitif, like they say at the Savoy" Simon said bawdily. Roxanne could hear her friend's desperate moans "Nnnghhh!! Mmmghhh!!"and noticed that the nipple clamps had been left on the raspberry-like nipples.

"Yeah, she's a cute little tart. And that one don't look bad either." he reached out and jerked her sore left nipple around. Roxanne's face went white with pain: "Aaaauughhhh!! Noo!" but he just laughed at her.
"Once they get their faces cleaned it's funtime for real" Simon said cheerfully; although he had washed away the dregs and spunk from Roxanne's face before taking her down, there was still a rough feeling to it.

This kidnapping and enslaving thing wasn't nearly as glamourous as he'd imagined it, thought Simon as he mopped up Roxanne's pool of barf and made an effort to clean her hanging hair and reddened face a bit. He had actually been worried that she had suffocated, and checked carefully that she was breathing before cleaning out her nostrils.

Then he remembered why he was here. He removed the semi-conscious Roxanne's gag to clean her mouth with the dirty rags he'd just used to wipe the van. Then he took the nipple clamps off Amanda, and listened, amused, as she tried to scream through the gag with the pain of returning circulation.

He took Amanda down off the hook and handed her writhing form over to Brian, who apparently couldn't wait to get into the Lodge. Simon chuckled as Brian just put Mandy on the ground in a kneeling position, whipped off her gag and immediately whipped out his rigid cock and sheathed it in her gasping mouth.

Simon tweaked Roxanne's already tortured nipples, bringing her back to full consciousness with a yelp. He took her down from the hooks and tossed her to the floor of the van, undoing part of her hogtie and commanding her to get up.

The stupid whore. He couldn't believe she still had the nerve to act surprised and insulted when he called her a "ho". That was just plain truth already, and nowhere near as low as she would soon be. She'd be begging for such respect in future. And she'd be learning what Art was.

He insulted the whore again and yanked her sore nipple, just to keep her alert.

"Welcome to the Lodge", he announced, as much to Brian as to Roxy and Mandy. Mandy was choking on Brian's first gift already, and probably not listening well, but that didn't matter. She'd be punished for whatever she missed.

"Here's what you gotta know. Master Brian and I have to train you bitches, and have you in shape shortly. The other Masters at the Lodge won't be interfering in your training unless we ask them to, or of course unless you make the grave mistake of trying to speak to them. To them you are three holes each, and none of those holes is for speaking with, if you catch my drift.

"Brian is most pissed off at Mandy, or shall we call her "cumsocket" now? She knows why, of course. Brian will be training cumsocket to be a perfectly obedient slut, and of course to serve as a slave and helper to Roxy here.

"I will be training Roxy to be a performance art piece. Mandy, er, cumsocket, will be part of the piece. Your first performance will be in three weeks, for the residents of the Lodge."

Both the girls gasped and looked bewildered at the news, and so Simon continued grimly, "You are both out of the country on long trips, with your excuses made to your employers and cute little signs on your doors for your customers. Whores. You will be sending postcards to friends and relatives from around North Africa, so don't expect anyone to miss either of you sluts any time soon."

Simon took two large black double-ended strap-ons from his bag and tossed one to Brian. He quickly pinched Roxanne's nose until she quit struggling and let him insert the other into her already vile-tasting mouth, and strapped it round the back of her head, under her gorgeous but vomit-matted hair. She looked rather comical with the other dildo emerging from her mouth.

Mandy looked outraged, but couldn't stop Brian making her look even more comical with the twin of Roxy's dildo strapped around her head and practically tickling the back of her throat. Simon noticed that Brian had managed to remove Mandy's high boots and socks, but her tight jeans were still there, practically painted on. Her reddened raspberry nipples bobbed in the sunlight as she squirmed, trying to keep from gagging on the dildo.

"The first part of your training doesn't involve much speaking," he laughed, "so you can just begin learning obedience. Roxy, you'll obey me. Cumsocket here is lower than a slut. She will obey not only Master Brian, but also Roxy.

He attached the hated nipple clamps back to both girls. Roxanne gasped long and hard with the pain of the clamps on her already tortured tits. While they squirmed and moaned through the new gags, Simon chained Mandy's nipples with light steel chains to Roxanne's wrists, still bound behind her. He chained Roxanne's clamps to an ordinary dog leash which he took in his hand, and gave Brian a riding crop to keep things interesting.

"Come along, sluts -- your new home awaits!" said Simon enthusiastically, as he tugged on the leash and forced Roxanne, half-naked and barefoot, to follow him out of the gravel parking lot and through a path between high hedges. Mandy had no choice but to follow closely, and Brian took up the rear position, practising his aim and crop stroke on Mandy's unprotected tits.

Roxanne felt anger and confusion rising into her throat as Simon, this rogue, called her a whore and hinted she would be used as some sort of sex slave. She thoroughly wished she had never met the guy, and in her mind she thought spitefully "You wait and see..." but as she stood there in nothing but a black skirt and with her bare breasts again put to the torture, she knew she had next to no choice but to play along for now. These guys seemed to know how to carry out an abduction; the police would not be turning up very soon. She summoned up the bodily strength of a dancer and walked along with some grace as Simon tugged on the nipples chain like she were an animal. Still she couldn't avoid moaning into the fat cock gag that stuffed her mouth. Behind her she could hear Mandy yelping under the swipes at her nipples.

They reached an open lawn and, at its other and, two redbrick villas, both raised about one foot high on a grey socle. Simon led them to the side door of the house to the right and took up a bunch of keys, opening it and letting them in. A hall with dark bwon doors and some cupboards looking fiffties-style lay before them.

-Let's give whore Roxanne and Cumsocket something to walk in, we don't want the floor to be dirtied down, Brian observed from behind.
-Yes, absolutely, Simon agreed. Lift your left leg, slut, he said, and Roxanne obeyed; she held her foot a bit above the floor as he pulled dark knee hose on her and then tried out some pumps in different sizes. In not too long he found a dark blue pair that fit, and have her left foot the same sheathing. Brian soon managed to get Amanda some hose nd shoes too, and though both of thme felt smelly they could at least get further.

After they had been brought apart and rushed out to the lavatory - a small room with just one window high up, where they were taken one at a time and Simon washed their faces and hair, ridding them of the lingering smell of bile, guts and Brian's cum on Mandy's face - the girls stood again on the hall floor. Roxanne noticed that Mandy seemed to shiver a little, as if she were freezing from the ride, or for another reason.

Knowing she had better not appear weak, Roxanne jutted her breasts forward and though her hands were still chained behind her back, she tried to make herself as erect as possible. Simon led the way down the hall and into an arched opening in the wall; beyond a stairway opened down to the basement. "Well, damsels?" he said, taking hold of a small whip that hung on the wall and flexing it. Roxanne turned her head and looked back at Amanda; she felt thick in her throat as she saw her friend's mouth stuffed with the cock gag and knew she must be looking just like that herself. With a straight, quick look at her Roxanne tried to impart the feeling of "stay strong, we're in this together even if we're bound and silenced". Then she turned and began walking down the stairs. They turned twice and she reckoned the floor would have to be at least five meters below ground level. To the right was a heavy wooden door shuttered with a bluish metal bar fixed into a fork holder on the side. Simon lifted the bar off, hauled out a steel key and turned it in the lock. "Get in, slaves"

Roxanne flinched but it was obvious they could do nothing, and she stepped into the underground room. Dark grey walls, mostly bare floorboards, two rough-hewn wooden beds and dim lighting from two light bulbs on the wall - here was a live torch too, and Brian lit it with some ignition liquid sending a slim wave of fire and smoke. Roxanne guessed the room must have some kind of ventilation and as she followed Mandy's head turning she spotted a door in the right wall which was closed for now. "That's the loo" Simon explained and opened it; there was an earth-bench toilet and a rough, messy-looking washstand.

"Sluts like you will be given the privilege of using the beds, but it is a privilege, a gift" Simon said. "If you are not good slave girls you may be left chained to the wall or hogtied on the floor overnight. And Roxanne here may come to withdraw toilet privileges from you, cumwhore" -he nodded at Mandy. "Do you both understand?"

Roxy and Mandy nodded, they were getting to know the rules of the game. They stood in the middle of the room, gazing furtively around the walls. Again, Roxanne wondered what the men wanted from them except free sex, which she realized was part of the package.

Mandy was in more pain than she ever imagined possible -her jaw had gone numb from the cock gag - her mouth had dried and thirst was a consuming need. Her arms throbbed from being cuffed and her legs ached from carrying her hanging weight . Endless thoughts of why Brian would do this to her played over and over in her head until a stabbing pain enveloped her. When Mandy first saw him a feeling of overwhelming relief went through her until she realized he was with the bastard who kidnapped her. He was a friend who she always thought would become her lover, but it just did not work out that way. Now as she thought about the past several hours tears squeezed from her eyes and her mind wanted to take her to a peaceful place, but she knew she had to stay alert. Roxy and her had to depend on each other.

The door opens and Brian walks into the dark, dank room. He walks to Mandy and grabs her roughly - dragging her out of the room, leaving Roxy alone to deal with Simon. Mandy begins to struggle as Brian drags her into a smaller room just as dark and dirty as the one they just left. Only a wooden type platform table and a cabinet were in this room. He roughly pulls out the gag , leaving her mouth and jaws aching and bone dry. He hands her a drink of water -which was heavenly as it slid down her throat. Mandy tries to look around the darkened room and starts to ask Brian what the hell was going on. Shut the hell up you bitch -and listen to me. You will learn to do as you are ordered, with out a word spoken. You will learn to pleasure many without a second thought. And best of all -you will belong to me -body and soul.

When Mandy tries to say something, Brian pulls out a knife from a sheath attached to his belt. Cutting her pants off -he presses the blade onto her inner thigh -running it up- brushing her pussy and down the other thigh, chuckling as she shivers in fear. Your cunt is mine to do with , what I want when I want. Grabbing her face harshly, he pulls back a handful of her beautiful blonde hair, forcing Mandy to look at him. Whispering close enough so she could feel his hot, moist breath on her neck and ear… tonight bitch you will scream like the little slut you are.

Wanting desperately to struggle, but knowing this would make matters worse -she stood still - naked from the waist down -her shirt a ripped piece of cloth hanging from her body -streaks of filth and dried cum on her chest -Brian still thought she was the most ravishing bitch he ever had his hands on. Amanda tried to think of something to say that would make Brian realize what a horrible mistake bringing her and Roxy here was, but her mind refused to function. Exhaustion and hunger was setting in.

Mandy watches warily as Brian walks over to a cabinet and begins to search through it. She turns her neck, straining in the dim light to see what he was pulling out. When she finally could make out what the items he was laying out were, she thought she was going to black out as fear spread through her body. On the table was rope, a cane, a flogger , a paddle, several unidentifiable items, others that looked like they were for medical procedures and barbed wire. Brian picked up the cane -swinging it through the air - watching Mandy’s eyes widen and muscle tense as he came closer to her. Tonight your training begins my lovely whore….