Kidnapped art girls (Private)

[Clevernick]

"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.