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The Kidnapper, Part 2
fiction by Bf

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Chapter Eight

It had all started a little over a year ago with a conversation Lisa overheard between Sam, her boyfriend at the time, and a few of his disgusting poker partners. They had the ridiculous idea that they could form some sort of a kidnap ring that would concentrate on the daughters of the area’s richest residents. At first Lisa laughed at the thought and later argued with Sam over the inherent dangers of the proposition, but then she began to play out the possibilities in her own brain. She eventually approached Sam’s friends with some suggestions of her own. The words took. And a few weeks later they had Dawn Sturgis hogtied in the back of their van.

Lisa had done the legwork herself – not on the hogtie, but on the preparation for the kidnapping. She had searched out countless records at the local colleges, as well as keeping tabs on some of the unsuspecting potential victims the gang had lined up. Dawn was the one ultimately chosen, for two reasons: 1) Lisa felt she would bring the highest ransom as a hostage, her father being an oil tycoon et al, and 2) Sam and his buddies thought she was the hottest looking babe of the candidates. “Men,” Lisa muttered.

Her first attempt at kidnapping went better than even she could have possibly imagined. Dawn had demonstrated a regular craving for Starbucks and would walk down to the local coffee shop each night after her studies, most of the time alone. Lisa picked a Monday night to attempt the heist and hit the jackpot on the first try.

Sam’s friend Ace had given her the right knock-out drug to use, and Dawn was out like a light just ten seconds after passing the bush where Lisa was crouched, waiting for her. A quick cell phone call brought the rest of the gang in seconds with the van, and no one on campus seemed to notice the young girl’s shapely body being pulled inside. A rope here and a strap there, a blindfold over her eyes and her own panties tied between her teeth, and Dawn was immobilized.

There was only one catch. Lisa had failed to discover that Dawn had a history of playing games with her divorced parents, even pretending to run away from them on a number of occasions in the past. Their less than stellar relationship had led to her being ostracized from her father’s home for a number of months now, resulting in trouble for both Dawn and her kidnappers.

For Lisa and her accomplices, there was the unexpected situation of a Daddy Moneybags who didn’t immediately respond to his daughter’s abduction, but kept the purse strings tight, thinking he was being played. For Dawn the consequences were more severe. She faced an increasingly angry gang of kidnappers that wasn’t too happy when no ransom seemed to be forthcoming.

“So what do we do with the damn chick?” Sam finally asked after three days of waiting.

“I don’t know about you guys,” one of the others replied; Lisa knew him only as Spider. “But if I’m not getting any money for her, then I’m getting something else for myself instead.” It didn’t take long for the other men to agree.

Lisa herself hadn’t planned on heaping a rape charge on top of kidnapping, but she had no control over the four gorillas who now wanted a piece of tightwad Daddy Sturgis’ luscious daughter.

Dawn had been neatly packaged for a couple of days in a back room, with Lisa taking care of the regular bathroom and feeding breaks. She tried not to listen to the 20- year-old’s pleadings, and made sure Dawn remained blindfolded at all times. Now she started to wonder if there was any way to release the girl before the guys took out their pent up emotions on her. Before she had a chance to seriously think such a plot through, however, it was too late.

Spider quickly unlocked Dawn’s cell and tossed her body over his shoulder. Carrying her out to the main room of their hideout, the men began the lusty job of ripping every ounce of clothing from her body, and then started taking turns attacking it. Tying her hands roughly behind her in a reverse prayer position, the four proceeded to fill each of the girl’s orifices with their eager cocks, sometimes individually and sometimes in unison. Dawn was forced to give head blindly to one of her rapists, while another plunged into her from behind. She would be laid out on a table, her legs spread wide to take still another member, while one more attacker held her head back down off of the tabletop, while thrusting deep down her throat with his manhood, gagging her when he came.

The gang rape lasted for at least an hour that night and continued on and off the next day. By the time the Sturgis checkbook had been opened and the ransom paid, Dawn had been traumatized to the point of dead silence and shocked acceptance whenever a further violation of her body would take place.

Meanwhile, Lisa had decided that she had enough. She couldn’t deal with what the others were doing to the girl – that is, until Sam eventually dropped her share of the ransom money in her lap. $20,000 somehow made it possible for her to better forget Dawn’s problems in a hurry, and also opened the door to seven more kidnappings over the next year with the gang of greedy monsters. She and Sam no longer had interest in each other as lovers as the events progressed, but they remained firmly attached as fellow kidnappers. Together the gang treated the other captured young women with similar disdain, including healthy doses of bondage, rape, and torture, although never to the degree poor Dawn had experienced. Maybe it was because her attack had led later fathers to respond more quickly and without hesitation to their daughters’ calls for help. Maybe it was because the gang itself began to find other ways to manipulate their victims without leaving such lasting scars. Maybe it was because Dawn had just been the unlucky one.

Whatever the case, Lisa now wished that she didn’t have to deal with poor Dawn any more. She wished she didn’t have to see the girl’s face ever again, especially in their new context. But instead, that poor, unforgettable face was now approaching her straight on. And Lisa knew she was about to experience a payback that Dawn had only dreamed about for a long time now.

Chapter Nine

Lisa’s leather hood had been removed, along with the rope that connected it to her nipples from below. This allowed her to see Dawn coming toward her holding in her hand a shiny metal shaft that looked almost like a javelin. “This couldn’t be good,” she thought. Her eyes were her only way to express that message to Dawn.

“Do you remember me?” the girl responded, tossing her platinum hair back as she approached. It was the first time that Lisa had heard this one of her handlers speak. “Or maybe I should ask, ‘Do you remember what you did to me?’”

Lisa tried to tell her that she hadn’t done those things; that she was innocent of what her associates had done to the poor girl; that she wasn’t to blame - but the ballgag strapped into her mouth made any pleading inaudible. Still, Dawn got the basic point.

“That’s right, lady. Tell me you don’t deserve what you’re getting. Tell me we shouldn’t give you exactly what you gave us. Tell me not to jam this pole right up inside of you. Tell me all of that, after what I had to go through; after what we had to go through. I’m sorry,” Dawn finished, “but you deserve everything any one of us can think of to pay you back.”

After a brief pause to see Lisa’s terrified reaction, especially to the remark about the pole, Dawn added an offer of hope, “Of course, you might help yourself if you could tell us the names of the bastards you worked with.”

Lisa knew this had to be coming. She had debated already what to do if the question ever arose. Could she give up the four men that she herself had grown to hate, but whom she also feared? What would they do to her if they ever found out that she did? Would her torture be worse at the hands of the rape gang, or from these college aged women? Lisa’s decision, up until now, had been to keep her mouth shut. Besides, she thought, the gag was pretty much preventing her from saying anything to the contrary anyway.

Lisa indicated that very thing by glancing down past her cheeks to the ball and strap encasing the lower part of her face.

“Ah, the gag,” Dawn answered. “Don’t worry, like you might need it first. I mean, like my ears don’t need to be tortured like my body was. And they would probably explode if they had to listen to you screaming in a minute. We’ll just worry about the gag a little later then, okay, sweetheart?”

At that, Dawn had arrived directly in front of Lisa’s hanging body. Looking at each other, their faces just a few inches apart, each girl considered the stark irony of the situation. The hunted had now become the hunter; the attacker was now the victim. Dawn could see the terror in Lisa’s eyes, and Lisa could see the hate in Dawn’s, and it then exploded in an unexpected slap across her face.

“I can’t believe you made me go through all that crap!” Dawn whispered, tears streaming down her cheek. Lisa’s own tears followed.

Then suddenly from the side came another voice. It sounded like Hunter, Lisa thought.

“Get on with it, Dawnie. You’ve been waiting for this chance for way too long.”

“You’re right. Let’s see how she likes being impaled.” Dawn’s voice had such a calm maniacal sound to it that Lisa’s body shivered.

Dawn reached behind the trembling woman and unlatched the crotchstrap. The penis shaped plastic slid out of Lisa’s cunt with a squishy PLOP. It was replaced by the head of Dawn’s weapon, which was maneuvered up deep inside, tickling Lisa’s inner walls. Her body retreated to no avail. The two locked spreader bars kept her open and defenseless.

Dawn next knelt down below her victim and found a connecting devise which locked the pole in place over the lower bracket holding Lisa’s feet wide apart. It now also held the impaling pole tightly inside of her.

But Dawn wasn’t through with her just yet.

“I bet these babies have to be on fire by now,” she said, letting her fingers do the walking over Lisa’s clamped nipples. Wrapping two of the fingers from her right hand around the connecting chain, she gave a nasty pull. Lisa nearly lifted out of her skin, although in reality her movement was minimal – the bondage just wouldn’t allow any.

Sweat began to pour from Lisa’s forehead as Dawn continued on, “How long you been wearing this jewelry? A day? Nipples weren’t meant for that, you know? Here, let’s see how they’re doing.” She then popped open Lisa’s right clamp and sent the hanging girl into another round of wild undulations. If having her little nub originally bitten was painful, the shock of its release was unthinkable. As the blood poured back in, the feeling was like a knife flaying the very center of her breast.

And, of course, then came clamp number two, and the spasms reactions that went with it

“Oh, I’m sorry, - is it Lisa?” Dawn feigned pity. “Does it hurt too much to have them off? We’d better try them again.”

Lisa’s agonizing scream almost forced the ballgag right out of her mouth. But again her body refused to help. Dawn simply reattached the clamps, sending new shock waves through Lisa’ chest. Panting and heaving, the ex-kidnapper could only wait out the fiery stabbing pain she had earned for herself a year in the past. The only benefit at the moment was that this torture was keeping her mind off of the new intruder down below.

To add insult to injury, after a few seconds Dawn repeated the procedure, removing and then reattaching the clamps Then she tossed one more set for good measure. Lisa was driven almost insane with the pain.

“Hunter, where’s the chloroform she had with her when she took Holly?” Dawn suddenly asked.

“Right here, Babe. You want it now.”

“Yes’m, please.”

The two girls could have been talking about lunch, Lisa thought out of the fog surrounding her.

“When you wake up, Miss Stevens, we’ll continue the discussion. Okay?” Dawn actually smiled, her eyes lighting up. She seemed to be coming alive again, with Lisa’s torture the magic formula. The once quiet one then lifted a drug stained cloth to Lisa’s nose and held tight. With so little strength left to fight after her unbelievable ordeal, Lisa succumbed quickly and slipped into dreamland; or, in her case, nightmare land. But the real nightmare came when she woke up a short time later, still on the pole, and needing to fight for her life.

Chapter Ten

When Lisa came to, her head throbbed terribly. It took a few seconds for her to clear the cobwebs away and readjust to her situation. Only it had changed dramatically. Although she couldn’t see her full bondage scenario, she certainly could feel it.

First there was the good news. Her arms and legs had been mercifully released from the tight confinement of the X-frame. In fact, now only a pair of handcuffs kept her hands behind her, with a similar pair of cuffs adorning her ankles. Both her arms and legs were thus allowed a certain amount of free movement to and fro. Her face was also amazingly free for the moment. No blindfold, no gag. Meg and Whitney even offered her water for her parched throat.

But then there was the bad news.

Lisa now hung from the bracket above her by means of her hair! The medium length brown locks had been expertly wound together and attached via hook and rope so that most of her body weight was held off the ground only through the good graces of her straining scalp. The fact that only most of her weight was being so dealt with had to do with a second bondage contraption Dawn had devised for her victim. Simply put, it was a rope bra, wound so tightly around, through, over and under Lisa’s chest that her breasts now jutted out like huge ripe melons. Added cords at the base of each melon were then tied off above the tortured pair, and connected to another rope which darted up past Lisa’s face and finally tied off somewhere above. The result was that Lisa’s body also hung by means of her now purple tits. There was a tug of war going on between her hair and her breasts to determine which would hold the most weight, but she herself had almost no control over the struggle. After all, she had nothing with which to push or pull. Her hands could be stretched, one at a time, around toward her aching breasts, but could do nothing to loosen them. They also had nothing to grab hold of for support. Likewise, her feet were unable to latch on to anything, the cuffs keeping them behind the pole below her, with no foothold to be gained against the smooth steel.

And then there was the steel, the most frightening thing of all. That pole, driven into her earlier by Dawn, was still there, with Lisa’s cunt juices dripping down it from its unseen top. Only now, the girl’s body was riding the intruder like never before, with only her hair and breasts keeping her from being literally impaled by it.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…” Lisa found herself chanting, as she began to grasp the danger of her situation. She begged, “Please, you have to let me off of this thing!”

Glancing as best she could around her hanging body, she saw most of the women casually staring back at her. Dawn was still in the forefront.

“Okay, sweetheart,” she said, “Now’s your chance, your last chance, in fact. Tell us the names of those bastards you work with…or else….” At that Dawn showed to Lisa what she held in her hand, a long menacing knife, almost machete-like in appearance. Lisa’s eyes widened as her brain started considering the possibilities that Dawn might have in mind for it.

“I don’t know their names; please, you have to believe me. I don’t know any of them,” Lisa pleaded, but to no avail.

“Fine then,” Dawn responded. I wanted to do this anyway. We’ll find the others on our own later without you.”

“Wait a second, Dawnie,” Cynthia protested, and both she and Whitney moved haltingly toward the girl with the blade.

“Do what?” Lisa asked, not really wanting to hear the answer Dawn had for her.

“You can’t see the pole stuck up inside of you, sweetheart, but I know you can feel it,” Dawn began to explain. “Well, in a second I can make sure you really feel it! I’m gonna cut the ropes holding you up, and – WHAMMO – impaled kidnapper!”

Lisa’s eyes widened even further, and Dawn continued. “I don’t think that steel will go all the way through you, but far enough to do some serious damage. At any rate, I sure wouldn’t want to be the one riding that pole.”

Lisa’s mouth was agape, but for the moment no words were coming out of it. Then, suddenly, a blood-curdling “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” echoed through the barn. Joey quickly responded by coming forward and cupping her hand over Lisa’s lower face.

“Now, now, lover,” she cooed, “We’re tired of all the negative vibes we’re getting from you. All we want is a couple of positive responses. A couple of names please. Got it?”

Lisa tried to shake her head up and down, even though hanging from her hair made that option next to impossible. Still, Joey seemed to understand her reaction and removed her hand.

“Okay, okay, please. I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you what I know.”

“That’s more like it,” Dawn smiled, and the other girls halted in their tracks. “Who are they?”

“Well, that’s the trouble,” Lisa began. “I don’t know their names per se. Only what they were called. I….”

She never got the chance to finish the sentence. Instead, Dawn screamed at her, “You bitch! No more of this crap! You either give us their names or you can take the plunge! Which will it be?”

“But I don’t know…” Lisa answered, now panic stricken. The hesitation was all that Dawn could take.

In an instant, she began chopping at the rope.

“No, don’t.” Hunter ordered.

“No, no, no!!!” Lisa screamed. She felt the taut rope giving way. She felt her body begin to slip downward ever so slightly. She felt the pole slide deeper into her insides, ready to rupture her beyond repair.

“It was Sam,” she screamed. “It was Sam Ward!”

She had done it. She had given up the name of her ex-lover, and with it the trust of his gang of vicious rapist kidnappers. But she had done it too late. A split second later, the rope snapped.

Chapter Eleven

The terror that rushed through Lisa’s body paralyzed her. She knew she was about to die, or at best be brutally scarred for life. She waited for the searing pain to hit her from the inside out. She anticipated being skewered like a shish kabob. She even found herself wondering what they could possibly do to her for an encore after this indignity was past. Could there be anything else? Could there be anything worse?

Then suddenly came the realization that nothing was happening. There was no skewer. There was no shish kabob. There was no impalement; at least none worse than the one that she was already enduring. The pole remained deep inside of her, of course, but the result of the rope being cut was simply a slight change in position, and no further penetration whatsoever.

“What the…” was all Lisa could muster, before realizing that she had been had. Her ex-victims were in various stages of laughter, with Holly literally on the floor in tears, while Dawn only stood there with hands on hips, smiling at her successful ploy.

Unbeknownst to Lisa, while she had been unconscious and strung up on the pole, her weight was actually borne by the ropes wound around her chest. Her hair had been pulled taut to simulate hanging by it, and her breasts were certainly cruelly extended, too, but her body itself was not supported by either. Therefore, when the rope holding her other two extensions was chopped apart by Dawn, the original suspension took over once again.

When Lisa came to grips with all of this, two emotions seized her. First, there was the relief of not having been physically torn apart by the impaling pole that she still rode. Second, there was the humiliation of being played for a fool by these other women. Lisa’s head hung down in sickened surrender. It was then she knew that her ex-victims now controlled her. They owned her. They could do whatever they wanted to her, and there was nothing she could do in retaliation. At that moment she knew she was now not just their victim, she was their slave, their toy, their possession.

“Please, please, please let me down,” she softly mumbled, too tired to say anything more.

“You tired of hanging around, my pet?” Hunter chuckled. “I bet you are. Maybe some time in your box will help. C’mon, ladies. Let’s bring her back to earth.”

To her great relief, Lisa’s private impaling pole was unceremoniously slid out of her from below and her body was slowly lowered to the floor of the barn. For the first time since her abduction she was actually given the privilege of a bathroom break, although she wasn’t allowed to go alone. Hunter stood watch, making it hard for Lisa to relief herself. But eventually she overcame her embarrassment and went. A quick shower followed, the water cold and the soap harsh, but she did as she was told.

Her reward was a strict hogtie engineered by Violet, who used a handful of inch wide straps of various lengths to secure Lisa’s ankles, calves, knees, and thighs, before folding them over and strapping her legs in half. A similar fate awaited her wrists, lower and upper arms, leaving her elbows touching painfully behind her back. Additional straps pinned her arms to her body both above and below her breasts and at her waist. Finally one last strap was connected between her wrists and ankles and cinched so tight that she felt her knees and chest slightly leave the ground.

Whitney and Meg lifted the trussed up package off of the dirt floor entirely and laid her into a four by two by two foot oak box. A half hole was cut in the front, into which Lisa’s head was laid, just as if she was being placed on a guillotine. The top half of the hollowed out wood was slid down to connect with its lower partner and then the top of the box dropped into place and padlocked on each side. All that could be seen from the outside was Lisa’s head protruding.

“Time for some dinner, pet,” Hunter told her. “And you’d better eat while you can. That mouth of yours is going to be full of something else soon enough.”

Lisa couldn’t determine what it was that her captors placed in front of her for food, but she knew it wasn’t something she would normally have been willing to try. It could have been dog food, or just some kind of ground meat, she didn’t know. But she knew what she had to do, like it or not. She humbly licked at it, slurping into her mouth any of the concoction she could reach with her tongue. Later a bowl of water was slid in front of her and she indulged in that, too. Finally, in keeping with her word, Hunter removed the dinner tray and buckled a huge 2 inch rubber ball behind Lisa’s teeth, with straps holding it in place both below her jaw and over her head. The exhausted girl hardly fought her during the process.

“One last article, pet,” Hunter added. It was a thick posture collar of hard rubber which she tightened around Lisa’s neck. There was nothing she could do to avoid it, and even less she could do once it was on. Her head could no longer bend down to the ground for relief; it couldn’t bend at all; only stick straight out of the box hole. Breathing was therefore also a challenge. Lisa had to concentrate on every breath, her hidden chest heaving deeply from the base of the encasing box.

“Nightie night, dear Lisa,” Hunter sang as she examined the kidnapper and then swayed out of the barn.

“Night, bitch,” Meg called as she also departed. “Sleep tight. Real tight.”

Eventually all the remaining girls also took leave of their suffering victim, each mocking her, the last one turning out the light. It was pitch black and completely quiet. Lisa prepared for an agonizing night.

However, sometime later – it seemed like hours, but could have been minutes – Lisa heard someone approach once again. In the dark, and in her bondage position, she couldn’t tell who it was, although the girl’s smell was like almonds. To Lisa’s shock, a voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, Miss Stevens, I’ll find a way to get you out of here. I know they’re all crazy, but give me some time. Don’t give up hope.”

At that the ghostly figure knelt down in front of Lisa’s head. Her first thought was Joey asking for more oral sex. But instead she felt fingers playing with the heavy collar around her neck. A moment later it was removed. Lisa could have jumped for joy, except that every other muscle in her body was still stringently strapped together. Still, for the first time in two days, she had something to look forward to, a reason to go on, a reason to live.

And yet there was going to be hell to pay in the meantime, which Lisa was reminded of when she heard her rescuer quietly leave with the ominous aside, “I’ll be back before dawn to put that collar on you again. We don’t want Hunter to know, do we? In the meantime, try to get some sleep. You’re going to be modeling tomorrow. And it’s not going to be fun.”

Lisa had no idea what that meant, but immediately took advantage of her small bit of good fortune and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Twelve

When Lisa awoke, she thought she was being strangled. As it turned out, she was just being refitted with the posture collar, and none too soon, in fact. For just a few seconds after it was buckled in place behind her neck, Hunter and Holly marched in to check on their boxed guest.

“What’s up, doll?” Hunter asked the woman standing over Lisa’s now immoveable head.

“Just making sure she wasn’t going anywhere,” the voice above answered, unrecognizable to Lisa.

Holly looked puzzled and wondered, “But how could she go anywhere like that?”

“Shut up, Holly,” her sister snapped. “She was being facetious.”

“Facetious?” the ditzy blonde responded.

“You know – joking around!” Hunter sighed. “Sometimes I wonder how you and I could have possibly come from the same genes.”

“My jeans are in the wash,” Holly giggled, playing dumber than she really was. Hunter rolled her eyes and went back to the door.

“Let’s go, girls,” she called outside, “Miss Stevens is ready and waiting.”

Six pairs of long legs eventually ambled into the barn, but Lisa couldn’t tell to whom they belonged, and therefore which pair was missing and already behind her. All she could be certain of was that Holly and Hunter were not the ones who had come to her aid that night.

Nor were they planning on coming to her aid now. Instead, a duffle bag of paraphernalia was tossed on the floor five feet in front of Lisa’s nose and Hunter squatted down to unzip it.

“What do we have here, Muff?” she asked slyly.

“Well, let me show you,” Muffy answered, sitting down cross-legged next to the bulging container.

One by one the black haired beauty pulled a series of kinky items out of the bag and displayed them for Lisa and her handlers to see.

“We’ve got some nice blow up toys,” she started, dangling a number of black bladders from her hands, each connected to what looked like little air pumps, just like you’d see on a blood-pressure cuff.

“And then there are these little monsters,” jingling together a number of clamps and chains. Some of the alligator teeth clamps were covered in small rubber sleeves, others were uncovered and even more dangerous looking.

“We can’t forget the basics,” Muffy continued. “Clothes pins, electrical tape, gauze, rope….” She listed each item and then proceeded to toss it onto an ever growing pile in front of Lisa.

Finally, from the bottom of the bag came a cache of black leather clothes.

“Pretty kinky stuff, Muff,” Whitney acknowledged.

“Thanks, sexy. Too bad it’s not for you,” Muffy responded with a wink at the redhead.

“So let’s get this show on the road,” Hunter interrupted, going through a handful of keys. Finding the right one, she unlatched the padlocks on the top of Lisa’s bondage box. After the head lock was removed, the now sweat-soaked body was lifted from the container, but not before the women took note of how the trussed shape had seemingly not moved an inch in the overnight hours.

One by one the straps holding Lisa tight were unbuckled, allowing blood to rush back into her extremities. Lisa wasn’t sure if she was better off immobilized with no feeling, or set free only to experience the pain of her arms and legs coming back to life.

Whitney and Meg sharply pulled her to her feet, and held her up while she got control of herself once again. Joey then unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it with some difficulty from behind Lisa’s teeth, before leaning over and giving her now empty mouth a sweet kiss, including a little tongue. The wink that followed made Lisa wonder if she was the midnight visitor.

Finally, Lisa’s collar was removed once again, and she stood stark naked in the middle of her nine victims. There was a moment of silence as the eyes of the women examined her strap-marked flesh, causing Lisa to turn flush and cover herself as best she could, even though she had already been spread and completely revealed to those eyes over the past couple of days.

“Okay, Lisa,” Hunter eventually said, “We’re going to spruce you up a bit.”

To the kidnapper’s surprise, they literally did just that. The women washed her, blow-dried her hair, even added a little make-up to her face. Whitney and Muffy, obviously experienced in the ways of the beauty parlor, dolled Lisa up like a queen, curling her hair and polishing her nails. All the while Lisa tried to figure out the method to their madness, but couldn’t.

Next came the wardrobe. Muffy had shopped well….if the customer was a hooker! Slid onto Lisa’s legs were rubber “stockings” that molded to her gams up to the very top of her thighs. Then pulled up past the top of those leggings was a black girdle that tightly encased her hips. One thing was missing from the kinky underwear. It lacked a crotch, leaving Lisa’s lower lips protruding out of the black rubber, and her butt crack exposed as well. A pair of five inch stiletto heels was slipped onto Lisa’s feet and her lower body was complete.

Her upper torso was quickly made to match. A black leather corset was wrapped around her waist and pulled much too tightly for Lisa to bear. A rubber bra was then pulled over her breasts, but with holes where the cups should be. The result was that Lisa’s large mammaries popped right through and stood firm and outright.

“Very nice, Lisa,” Whitney mewed. “Now strut your stuff.”

Lisa didn’t know where all this was going, or if Whitney was in fact serious. Hunter made it clear that she was.

“NOW, bitch! Shake your booty.”

Lisa began to walk around the barn, trying to maintain some balance on the high heels, and not looking all that comfortable in doing so.

“C’mon, Miss Stevens,” Whitney pleaded. “You can do better than that.”

Lisa tried to do what they asked for, but nothing she attempted seemed to meet with their approval.

“I’ve got an idea,” Meg suddenly said. “Let’s teach her to model.”

Immediately Lisa knew the other shoe was about to drop. “Wait a minute,” she protested. “I…”

“No. I,” responded Hunter. “I will decide what you have to say about the matter, or not say.” To make her point, the brunette ringleader pulled Lisa’s head back and forced another ballgag into her mouth. This one wasn’t as big as its predecessor, but there was another added bonus to come.

As two of the women held Lisa’s arms tight, a black leather hood was pulled down over her face. When shifted into place, it left holes for Lisa’s eyes and nose, as well as for the red ball in her mouth to jut out. The bottom situation didn’t last long, however, as Hunter snapped a mouth piece over the lower hole, jamming the ball deeper behind Lisa’s teeth. An additional wider panel was then snapped over her eyes, leaving a shapeless black leather head to hover over Lisa’s black leather and rubber encased body.

Her vision now compromised, Lisa had to depend on her sense of touch to discover what was coming next. But the rest of the women enjoyed watching every moment with wide, anxious eyes.

What they saw was Muffy pull out more of her new toys, starting with a single glove for Lisa’s arms. Once they were slid inside, a zipper sealed them together from palm to elbow and two straps at the top – black leather, of course – were wound around Lisa’s chest and buckled in place.

By this time the only flesh still visible to the naked eye was Lisa’s shoulders, her breasts, and her upper thighs. Otherwise, she looked like a rubber doll.

Hunter decided to return the posture collar to Lisa’s neck, further lengthening the woman’s frame, which was now close to six feet in the heels. Lisa was then maneuvered forward a couple of feet and also found herself being forced to take a step up onto a platform. She would learn what it was soon enough. First, however, she felt her head being pulled up. Meg was doing the honors, running a loop between the O-ring at the top of the leather hood and a beam immediately above Lisa’s frame. Another rope was laced through a similar ring at the end of her single glove, which was then also pulled up to the beam. Lisa started to lose her balance when forced forward by the strappado position, but she managed to regain it by stretching her arms up and back as far as she could. Her body was again almost perpendicular to the platform on which she stood, with her arms at close to a 90 degree angle behind her.

As bad as that was, Lisa had no idea what was coming next. Her jutting breasts found out first. Violet attached two of the alligator clamps to the girl’s nipples, choosing the ones with no protective rubber coverings. The teeth bit directly into Lisa’s tender mounds and forced her to jump. The jump caused her to lose her balance, and her body began to sway drunkenly off its moorings. Stretching her toes, Lisa eventually found the pedestal again and regained her tenuous position. But the pain in her nipples grew worse.

Showing no mercy, Violet then pulled the chain connected to the nipple clamps straight forward and hooked it over a upright set directly in front of Lisa’s chest. The chain now also reached in a 90 degree angle from her body in the opposite direction from her arms. The position was impossible to maintain. Or at least Lisa assumed it would be, as her shoulders and nipples already ached from the strain after only a few minutes.

But there was still one more added torment awaiting her.

“Time to practice your modeling, Lisa,” came Hunter’s voice. “Just pretend you’re on the catwalk, cunt, with all those eyes watching over your every move. Just don’t fall. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, especially those tender little nips.”

Lisa heard a motor start and her feet began to move slowly below her. Her body began to pull away from the nipple chain, ripping at her flesh. Lisa’s instincts told her to walk forward, which she did, relieving the pressure temporarily, but as soon as she stopped the torment began again. Then the light bulb came on in her brain. She was standing on some sort of a treadmill. To maintain her equilibrium she had to keep a constant pace, walking on the platform, while bearing the added stress of her arms and nipples being pulled in opposite directions.

“Wait I minute,” Hunter’s voice shouted out. “This is too easy. Turn the damn thing off.”

Lisa managed to stop walking as the platform stopped moving. But she then felt her ankles being worked on. What she couldn’t see were two leather cuffs buckled around each, with a foot long cord tied between them, making it impossible for her steps to be longer than that.

And then there was the ultimate intrusion. Holly and Hunter lubricated two dildos, one large and one small, and rammed them home into Lisa’s front and rear entries. Lisa’s protests were hardly heard through the gag and hood that molded her face. Holding her body so that it wouldn’t fall, the girls then sealed the penetrators home with a thin strap between her crotch that attached to a wide belt around her waist. A flick of two switches and the battery operated tools began to whirr away inside Lisa’s now quivering body. Her legs started to buckle, but the bondage wouldn’t allow it. Instead, the treadmill was restarted and Lisa’s modeling walk began anew.

To the women admiring their work, she seemed to be the perfect puppet on a string, a sex toy doing only their bidding. Her feet tried to move in time with the machine; sometimes failing at first and being forced to almost hop along on the stiletto heels, her breasts bouncing when that became necessary, and her nipples yanked painfully as a result.

But she learned, and after fifteen or twenty minutes Lisa found her gate, taking the proper number of steps necessary to maintain her balance, along with the right length of stride to keep from tripping herself in the process. The only question was how long she could continue the exercise. Or maybe the better question was how long she would be forced to do so. Only time, and nine vengeful women, would tell.

Chapter Thirteen

It was pool time again for Lisa’s new playmates. Another warm afternoon greeted them outside the barn. They decided to go skinny-dipping this time, while enjoying some choice items from the O’Reilly poolside guest house, including enough beer and wine to get them more than a little plastered.

Lisa was plastered, too, with sweat. She couldn’t tell how long she had been forced to maintain her balance and her stamina on the bondage treadmill, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to go on much longer. From head to toe she was losing her battle with the intolerable conditions. Her head was again in agony from the collar and the hood that held her stiff and hanging from above. Perspiration filled the leather, adding to the musky smell, dripping into her eyes, and making Lisa even more aware of the tightness of her confinement. Her jaw was aching more and more by the minute and her neck needed to bend before she would go crazy from the strain, but Lisa could hardly dwell on such minor details. Instead she had to focus on thrusting her chest forward to protect her stretched nipples from the steel alligator teeth continually biting them, while at the same time keeping a steady pace walking on her toes due to the precarious position caused by the high heels she was forced to wear. Even so, all of this she thought she could have accomplished, if it wasn’t for the fact that two vibrating dildos were running rampant through her lower parts. The constant throbbing in her pussy and her backside kept her somewhere between the throws of an orgasm and the agony of a torture chamber. Pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure. Lisa had never felt the two so closely connected before.

She knew she had certainly walked a couple of miles by now, despite the adverse conditions, and her chest was naturally pushing in and out like a piston from the resulting heavy breathing. She tried to empty her mind, but instead found herself concentrating all the more on one perplexing pain after another.

Then, just like that, the machine stopped.

Lisa wasn’t ready for the sudden change and continued walking forward another couple of steps. Her arms, of course, wouldn’t allow it and she immediately lost her footing in the process. A scream came from her throat, but was lost in the hood, as she hung for a second by her shoulders, head, and nipples, until eventually her toes found the now resting tread below her.

Her eyes first widened in pain, but then widened again in expectation as she felt another body close to her.

“I think you’ve gone for a long enough walk,” a voice whispered next to her ear. “Let’s get you down from here before you kill yourself.”

It was impossible to tell whose voice it was, but Lisa knew her savior had once again arrived. Was this the time the unknown stranger had chosen to set her free? Hope sprang in her brain as she felt her ankles being unbuckled. Anticipation arose in her heart as she felt her legs being massaged and stretched, something she had wanted to do with them forever, but that had been impossible because of the hobbling cord between them. And…

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?”

The upset shout came from the side, obviously from the doorway to the barn. Lisa couldn’t tell who said it, or to whom it was being said. But through her hooded bondage she thought she could make out the following conversation, and it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

“Oh hi. I wasn’t doing anything, really! Just thought I’d, uh, turn up the heat a little bit on our guest. She, uh, looked about ready to keel over in exhaustion”

“What do you mean, turn up the heat? Looks to me like you’re trying to let her down.”

“What? Like, no way! Why would I do that? I just wanted to have a little fun while the rest of you were relaxing?”

“Hey, hey, hey. Now that’s a little different. Mind if I play along?”

“Well, uh, no, not at all.”

It sounded to Lisa that the girl who wanted to help her was now trying to figure out a new way to hurt her, just to save her own skin, or maybe to make it possible to later save Lisa’s. In the meantime, the tortured brunette just hoped her friend would think things through carefully, since there wasn’t much more Lisa could handle at the moment.

The ultimate solution turned out to be something she couldn’t.

“I was thinking that, uh, we could turn up the volume, so to speak, on Miss Stevens.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s see if we can get her to make some noise behind all that leather.”

“What the hell is she talking about,” Lisa thought in a panic.

“What the hell are you talking about,” came the reply from the other woman as well.

“Here, let me show you.”

Lisa obviously couldn’t see what was happening, but she felt movement between her legs. She knew there were hands at work along her crotch strap. She waited for any change in her condition. Then, CRASH, it came!

It felt like a jet engine had just been turned on between her legs. Somebody, she assumed her “guardian,” had just cranked up the level of the vibrators strapped deep inside of her from “grinding” to “disemboweling.” Her whole body reacted in unison. Her torso pushed forward, her head stretched back, her legs stiffened, and her lower openings tightened. At the same time Lisa gave the desired effect the women were looking for as she began to moan deliriously from behind her gag and hood.

“That’s right, baby, let’s hear you come,” a voice begged from next to her.

“Wait, I’ve got another idea,” the other voice giggled.

A minute later, the other idea was added. Lisa didn’t know what an eroscillator was, but she was personally introduced to the long vibrating magic wand over the next several minutes. Its powerful motorized head was placed under Lisa’s crotch strap and directly against her clitoris. If she thought that the two dildos inside of her were capable of driving her to agonizing ecstasy alone in tandem, she hadn’t felt anything until the eroscillator was added to the mix.

Lisa’s moans became screams. Her stiffening body began to gyrate in the air. Her knees and thighs tried to lock together to prevent the attack. And her breathing came in incredibly quick gasps. Her whole body humped in the air as if she were riding an imaginary lover. But there was nothing she could do. The two women held her in her locked position and continued the torture.

Lisa’s first orgasm was like a gigantic explosion. Her scream was so loud that it could actually be heard outside by the other women. Her second orgasm was more painful and more sustained. Her clit needed to get away from its attacker, and now! But their constant connection was maintained. By the time the other women came dripping naked into the barn, Lisa was experiencing orgasm three or four or five, or else she was still going through the unending waves of number two. At that point it didn’t matter. Lisa’s rubber encased body gave out. She fainted dead away. She hung like puppet on a string

“Holy crap, guys, what did you do to her?” Holly asked the two women surrounding their captive.

Whitney and Cynthia looked at each other in amazement.

“I guess we gave her the ride of her life,” Whitney smiled, shyly putting her hand over mouth.

“Either that or we killed her,” Cynthia added in shock over what she had just seen and heard.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Hunter responded with a grin of her own. “Time to give her some down time anyway. Let’s put her on the bars.”

Lisa didn’t hear the command. But when she woke up she found out what it meant.

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