Kidnapped art girls (Private)

[gagged_Louise]

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.