Kidnapped art girls (Private)

[gagged_Louise]

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.