Flip The Switch

Don’t refuse like JJ did. Fortunately she’s with us now.

The General walked into the room, his expression one of complete satisfaction. The capture of the mole within his army was a lot harder than first thought, but finally……there she was. His formerly loyal subordinate, Captain McMahon.

An experienced and tough solider, the Captain had spent many years alongside the General. Destroying rebellions, quashing attempted coups and successfully controlling the puppet government they put in place. It was unfortunate that Captain McMahon felt the need to develop a conscience in her later career.

Hours and days of interrogation failed to break the Captain. Of course it was no surprise, she had been trained to be the best, to defend her position and her comrades until death. The General was almost at a loss for his next move, but then…..well, why not use something a little different as a motivator.

The sight was macabre. The Captain was unrecognisable in her current state. Her austere and respected uniform had been replaced by the cloying, skintight latex suit and full hood. Her muscular figure looked immense in the glossy material, every sinew straining against the heavy leather armbinder pinning her arms and shoulders back behind her. The military grade combat boots were replaced by the ankle ballet boots, painfully forcing her toes downward. As for her medals? They would be melted down and would form part of the metal used for the slave collar. The leash was hooked to the wall, futile struggles as she tried to shuffle away from him.

But the most grotesque feature of the Captain’s new station? The rubber gas mask welded to her hood. Her expressive eyes begging for release, the wheezing breaths under the mask, made more laboured by the gag she had to endure.

She wasn’t going to talk.

So the General decided to make it a more permanent feature of her captivity. Now, as she kneeled on the hard floor, straps running around her thighs and legs, fusing her into a frog tie….she grunted and shifted.

The General’s eyes were drawn to the most important accessory of the Captain’s uniform. The rubber pump and hose running from the crotch of the suit. The Captain was fully aware of the situation too. She had been stuffed with the toys since the suit was put on her, and the General visited every couple of hours to place his heavy boot on the pump…..and squeeze.

He never asked any questions, he never did anything else. He just squeezed the pump.

Amelia’s new role as plaything to Miss Travers was going as she anticipated. Mainly kept in bondage and being forced to wear a variety of humiliating outfits as Travers used the girl whenever she wanted. She was currently wearing her new Mistress’s favourite outfit, a red and black latex straitjacket, with full hood and slave collar. Amelia had the honour of chewing on Miss Travers’ worn panties this morning, and the hood’s accompanying gag strap held them in place as she awaited the bitch to return.

Outside she heard heels thudding toward the door, the lock clicked and Miss Travers entered the room, smiling at her new toy. The Mistress ran her hands across the smooth latex encasing Amelia, with her touch lingering around the crotch strap of the straitjacket. The obligatory squat dildo was settled inside Amelia, along with the bullet vibe buzzing away…..

“I see the vibe is still gently doing its work. Did you miss me, my sweet little cunt?”

Amelia grunted slightly as the touch pushed the toy against her stuffed pussy. But she had to play along……she had to convince Travers that she wanted to stay at the school. Being a ‘guest’ of the Miss afforded Amelia the chance to see where items of interest might be kept. Travers was cold and intelligent……but her arrogance might yet be her downfall. As it was, her face was a mask of smug superiority……

“I’ve spoken to Madame Beauregard. She has agreed with my revised proposals. Amelia, you will stay here for the immediate future. Madame has granted me permission to exclusively tutor you. She believes you might yet prosper……especially when some unhealthy distractions are eliminated. That brings me to your little friend, Abby. Her parent’s impoverishment means her education here is no longer available, and no further grace will be extended. Transportation to one of our workhouses has been organised and we are just finalising arrangements. We have already spoken to your family, who have agreed the fee extension.

Amelia eyes remained impassive and she bowed her head toward the spiteful teacher. Travers reached up and unbuckled the gag strap, pulling the panties from the girl’s mouth. Amelia swallowed hard and looked the bitch right in the eye.

“Thank you, Miss Travers. I greatly appreciate your support and your kind gesture. I will not let you down. I swear it.”

Miss Travers offered her gloved hand, and Amelia began kissing it reverently. Travers smiled, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she thrust her fingers into Amelia’s mouth. The girl eagerly licked and sucked, groaning gently as she worshipped her new Mistress, but that was just the start of Amelia’s oral examination today. Travers unzipped her catsuit and pulled Amelia to her bed chamber…….

The afternoon of depraved lust sickened Amelia to her stomach, but at least she wasn’t wearing the sweltering latex anymore. Travers had her clad in a leather body harness, collar and knee high leather boots. She also wore leather cuffs which could be hooked to the bed frame at any time. The Miss turned over and kissed Amelia long and hard, the girl reciprocated, moaning gently and thrusting her crotch against Travers. The bitch smiled and mauled Amelia’s tits, then trailed a finger around the nipples….

“Madame Beauregard doesn’t approve of piercings, but I think these sweet little tits would look very nice with some rings hanging from them. Would you like that?”

Amelia nodded breathlessly, she wanted to please Miss Travers, and she would do anything in gratitude for her stay at the school. Travers got up and started to dress. She wore the fishnets, leather shorts, matching jacket and boots. Her cruel features revelling in her power over her slave girl.

“I’m heading out. Go back to your dorm and pack the rest of your things…..this arrangement will be a little more permanent. Take this coat to wear over your harness.”

Travers threw Amelia a long leather coat to conceal her attire. As she went to fasten it, she felt the belt of the coat in her hand, and she knew this was her chance. She pulled the belt free and snaked it around Traver’s throat. The teacher buckled and thrashed to try and break the choke, but Amelia’s fury and strength was too much. She had to be careful not to throttle the bitch, but she had the leverage and the boots made her slightly taller than her victim.

Travers finally sank to the ground and Amelia locked the door before attending to her captive. She hoisted Travers over to the chair and propped her up. Amelia had spent most of the previous night lashed to it with the cruel zipties, so it was only fair to return the favour with interest. The red ball gag was jammed between the Miss’s lips and Amelia quickly changed into her uniform before heading to Madame Beauregard.

Abby was sitting restrained on the floor by the Madame’s desk when the urgent knocking at the office door alerted her and the Madame. Amelia entered, looking panicked and stuttering urgently. She told the headmistress that Miss Travers had left the school to attend to a private matter and she saw the woman snatched by some masked men and bundled into a car. Madame Beauregard picked up the phone to call the police, with Amelia and Abby ordered back to their dorm room. Abby was released from her cuffs and dawdled around the desk, before Amelia dragged her away.

“Hurry up! Come on Abby….we need to get out of here. I’ve got Travers tied up in her quarters. They’re bound to go in there once the initial panic has gone down.”

Abby stopped and told Amelia that they needed to take care of Travers properly. Otherwise they wouldn’t be free. Amelia stared at her friend, the weak and timid girl replaced by a sober and dark looking woman. They went to see Miss Travers and unlocked the door. Sure enough, the bitch was still bound to the chair and gagged snugly, she was mumbling as she was still regaining consciousness from Amelia’s assault. Abby went through the clothes drawers and pulled out pairs of panties and a couple of rolls of red tape. Amelia fumbled as Abby ordered her to help gag and encase Travers in the sticky stuff.

“We’ll need to move her, Amelia. Fortunately, there’s a hidden corridor heading the way back to the laundry room. I spent a lot of time here being tortured by this cunt. This is how she moves people around the school from the dorms to punish without raising any alarms. In case we’re seen, put on her clothes and see if you can disguise yourself. There’s enough confusion to keep people busy.”

The encasement was started roughly but It was effective for the moment. Amelia put on Travers’ clothes and found a black wig in her dressing closet. Abby returned with a large, wheeled laundry hamper and they continued to wrap tape around the now fully conscious and struggling teacher. Abby reared back and slapped Travers across her gagged face and then delivered another vicious blow. Amelia grabbed her hand and told her to carry on with the job. There were boot heels thundering down the hallway outside and the girls threw Travers in the hamper and left via the secret corridor.

They steered the hamper into the laundry room and waited by the door. The sprawling grounds of the school could provide a hiding place if needed and Abby pulled a phone from her pocket. Amelia looked on as Abby then produced a scrap of paper.

“Hold that and read me the number out. This is the contact details of the transfer team…..the ones who were going to take me away. Instead, this cunt is going on the trip of her life.”

Amelia was stunned as Abby perfectly imitated Madame Beauregard’s voice. Transfer was needed immediately, and the cargo was waiting by the laundry bay. Abby warned the person on the other end of the phone that discretion was paramount and speed was of the essence. The destination? Oh yes, that had changed too. The gulf states was the plan now. A generous offer from the despotic General Razak had been tabled and the cargo would be shipped to his compound. A vicious and exhausting uprising had been quashed, and he wanted a token of gratitude for his loyal men to enjoy.

Once she finished the call, Abby snatched up the tape and wrapped a final strip over Traver’s pleading eyes and then taped her entire head. She was now fully cocooned in her tape prison, sounds of pathetic whining muzzled perfectly as she twitched in bondage.

“Damn it, Amelia. We forgot to stuff the bitch’s holes. But I guess the men can take care of that. No lube either.”

Inspired by Abby and Amelia, In the months that followed, many more girls past and present came forward to testify against the methods of the finishing school. Madame Beauregard was charged with a number of offences, including sexual assault, abuse and trafficking. Her connections may well have spared her a prison sentence, but the reparations to the girls and their families financially ruined her.

Miss Travers was never seen again. Rumours of her being moved from owner to owner across the Middle East were never confirmed, but it was an apt reminder that shitty people get treated shitty in the end.

Abby and Amelia continued to be fast friends after their ordeal. Unsurprisingly, both girls shunned their families for sending them to the school and life returned to normal.

“Are you listening, Amelia?”

Madame Beauregard sat staring coldly at her student. Amelia tried to focus on the words of the Madame, but her attention was devoted to her hapless friend, Abby.

During their stay, both girls had suffered bondage, sexual torture and constant humiliation…..this place was a den of filth and degradation. These crimes were carried out by predators, masquerading as a school for deportment and social etiquette.

Poor, sweet Abby lay hogtied and tape gagged by the Madame’s boot. She in particular had endured so much, mainly at the hands of the fiendish Miss Travers. The Madame was no saint, but Travers was the devil incarnate. She had delivered her mid term report to the headmistress and both girls were now in her presence. The Madame nudged Abby with the toe of her boot….

“As you can imagine, I’m very disappointed in the pair of you. I felt Abby might struggle, so putting her with you was meant to encourage and inspire her……to give her a true friend and some much needed confidence. Instead, you both sank to the bottom of every class you attended. Miss Travers has been very fair in her assessment, and she recommends that you both leave the school immediately.”

Amelia’s heart jumped in happiness, it was time to leave this cesspit and return to normality. Abby and her would be free of this shit and who knows, maybe the scandals would be exposed. Madame Beauregard saw the look of joy flicker across Amelia’s face. She leaned forward with a look of triumph and a gleam in her eyes.

“When I say leave the school, I mean this particular institution. Your education is far from finished. I have been in contact with both your families, and they have agreed with our approach. Amelia, you will be transferred to our sister academy in Austria. A fine, remote chateau with no distractions…..I myself attended that very venerable place when I was a girl. As for you, Abby. I’m afraid your father has failed to adequately compensate us for late fees. I have rather generously offered to find you a less………comfortable home. But you will still get the chance to improve yourself, except you will work for your tuition. I haven’t decided where you will be going just yet. Until then, you will stay in my rooms.”

Amelia stood, stunned. She opened her mouth to protest, but the Madame pressed her booted foot on the side of Abby’s head.

“That temper will need to be controlled, my girl. Because if not, you will get innocent people in trouble. Dismissed.”

Amelia stood outside, she was shaking with anger and fear. She had no plan, no way of saving Abby…..and then she saw Miss Travers heading toward her. Full leather, high boots and a sneer of superiority. Amelia clenched her fists and started to walk over to the bitch herself. She imagined a dozen scenarios in that time, all of which involved having Travers lying in a pool of blood. Amelia’s aggression was plainly visible as Travers expression darkened.

Amelia stopped inches from her. They were roughly the same height and build. Travers looked Amelia up and down, her voice like cut glass as she spoke….

“Madame Beauregard has told you the news I see? I thought you would be happy, Amelia. We’ve never quite hit it off, have we? But I think everyone deserves a second chance. Even you, cunt.”

Amelia’s mouth curled up into a sneer of her own…

“You could have let us go home. Neither of us wanted to be here. Your dirty secrets would be safe.”

As Amelia spoke, Miss Travers pulled her leather driving gloves on. Tight, creaking leather….snapped on her hands and now flexing with menace. She reached under Amelia’s latex uniform and leaned in closer, her fingers brushing the girl’s naked pussy. Her breath was hot and her lips started to gently kiss Amelia’s neck.

“Perhaps you could stay here with me. I can always revise my assessment, Amelia. The Madame would be happy to keep receiving your parents generous fees…..and I can make up for all those horrible things I’ve done. Would you like that?”

Amelia moaned softly as the expert touch of Miss Travers began to send electricity through her body.

“I’ll stay, if you let Abby go home to her family. I’ll be your personal pupil…..you can do anything to me.”

Travers purred at the suggestion….it was a delicious thought. That tubby little troublemaker would be gone. Although, it wasn’t as delightful as the original plan. Miss Travers quickened her touch, now fingering Amelia harder. She pushed the student against the wall, pinning her in place. Her free hand clamped tightly over Amelia’s mouth.

“I almost want to keep her around to watch you be my little pet. But I don’t think you would play properly if she was here. So, no. I think little pig will be going elsewhere. I know she’ll be someone’s type. Now, why don’t you cum for your Miss? Let’s be nice and quiet, eh? Otherwise…..your friend will be travelling to her new school in the cattle truck.”

Amelia’s pleading eyes glazed over, as she was brought off by her nemesis. A muffled grunt and moan barely escaped the hand gag as Amelia jerked in her forced orgasm. When the pleasure subsided, Travers took her fingers out of Amelia’s pussy and licked them clean.

“Be at my room tonight, after supper. Bring your uniform and your night panties…..the ones with the dildo built in. I may rethink my position…..but you will need to work hard.”

Amelia slumped against the wall, wet and ashamed. But there was a plan forming….an invite to the spider’s nest could present some opportunities.

Miss Travers clapped her hands together as she stormed into the room. The familiar beady eyed glare fell upon one of her favourite students.

Amelia and Abby had been in the crosshairs of the sadistic bitch since they entered Madame Beauregard’s Finishing School. After the humiliation at detention, the girls had managed to avoid Travers for a few days………that is, until now.

Amelia sat motionless in the chair. Her latex straitjacket and hood sweltering in the heat of the room. The leather muzzle was heavy as it was tightly buckled in place. A chain ran from the top of the hood and was attached to a ceiling hook. Her little black panties and school shoes were still on as she was forced to watch herself in the large mirror at the back of the room. The leather straps around her thighs and ankles kept her anchored to the chair.

Travers smiled at the sight. Her proclivity for cruel bondage was satisfied and an errant grab of Amelia’s crotch drew a grunt from the imprisoned girl.

“No wetness this time? Either I’m losing my touch, or you’re finally learning to be a proper young lady. Or maybe you prefer to see your fat little girlfriend in trouble instead…….yes, of course that’s it. Well, Amelia……if that’s what gets your filthy cunt soaking, you’re going to be spoiled.”

The door opened and a ball gagged Abby was dragged in by one of the teacher’s assistants, she was forced to the floor, ordered to crawl on all fours. Travers sneered in contempt at the sight in front of her, and she turned to the assistant….

“Look at the way her big ass wiggles in the air…..it’s almost like she wants something stuffed up it. Do you want your ass filled Abby? Something large and black? Don’t think I haven’t seen you staring at the strapon collection in the Madame’s private rooms.”

Abby shook her head, tears filling up in her eyes. She tugged at the cuffs around her wrists but they held firm. The teacher’s assistant left the room and wheeled in a bench. Travers smirked as Abby was secured, bent over and left staring right at Amelia.

“Now, one thing you must both learn is that your eventual husbands may want sexual satisfaction at any time. Today, we will demonstrate how to take such treatment and indeed, reciprocate it. Abby, you will be our first volunteer.”

Travers held her hand out and the assistant gave her a jet black rubber phallus dripping in lube. The hateful cunt made a performance of stepping into the strapon, cinching the harness tightly around her. She stalked Abby, who was whimpering, drooling, trapped and helpless. The gag muted her cries as Travers spanked and slapped her ample buttocks.

“I must say, I think I’m warming to plus size sluts. So much to work with and so much to enjoy. I can see the attraction. Amelia! Pay close attention to this, because you will be next.”

Travers entered Abby, anally penetrating the girl. Shrieks and groans for mercy went ignored as the pounding became ever more intense. Amelia could only struggle and buck against her bonds, trying to curse once more through her muzzle. She froze as she felt something around her neck. The assistant was standing behind her and had looped a leather strap around her throat and started to draw it tight. Travers grabbed Abby’s hair and forced her to watch the scene in front of her.

“I estimate a little under a minute, and your little friend will pass out. I’ll keep having it done until you cum for me. Do you think you can do it, Abby? Do you think being ass fucked will make you cum?”

Amelia was thrashing around as the strap began to cut her air off, the small eyeholes of the hood only allowing her to see Abby’s terror. Abby got her resolve and shook her head, biting down on the ball gag. She leaned in, almost daring Travers to go harder. The horrible harpy required no prompting and rammed home further…..Abby wailed as the anal orgasm was shamefully ripped from her. Travers mocked her victim as Abby slumped over the bench…..but at least Amelia was safe.

The strap had been removed from Amelia’s throat, but the ordeal wasn’t over. The dildo was cleaned off and her hood and muzzle gag was removed. Travers put the strapon back on and walked over to Amelia who was still restrained in the chair. Travers gripped the cock and started to jerk it in front of Amelia.

“Now, I suspect you’ve taken your fair share of cocks. As part of your wifely duties , your husband will expect you to fellate him on command. Depending on the situation, you may be required to take your time, or…..in a slightly quicker and intense fashion. Show me both.”

Amelia glared at Travers, but the threat of chokeplay was now transferred to Abby, as the assistant stood with the strap now around her throat. Travers looked over at Abby and shook her head.

“Let’s hope your friend is willing to debase herself like you did, piggy. If she gives me good enough head, I’ll release you…..but only when I’m happy.”

Amelia began to suck the dildo off. Desperate, animalistic lust, the head of the cock bulging against the inside of her cheek. She bobbed up and down, gagging as she did, but she carried on. She looked up and saw Abby bravely trying to breathe as the leather strap tightened around her neck. Amelia blew Travers’ strapon like her life depended on it. Once the bitch was satisfied, Amelia was then ordered to slowly give oral pleasure, with Abby’s face turning redder as her air was cut off……..eventually, the cock was withdrawn from Amelia’s mouth and she drooled, retching, with tears in her eyes.

Travers patted Amelia on the head and turned on her heel. She told the assistant to release both girls and get them back to the dorm……however, with a final warning to her humiliated students.

“If today’s lesson reaches the ears of Madame Beauregard, I’ll make sure that both of you will get shipped off to the darkest corners of the world. There are evil people out there, so unspeakable and depraved……and wouldn’t they fucking love having both of you. Fucked and tortured until they feed you to the pigs……or the lions…….maybe even the sharks. ……………I’ll make you disappear.”

Maya Jama looking pretty hot.

While the FIFA World Cup is entering its latter stages, it’s a good time to let you know that the World Cup of Bondage Models is returning in September for its seventh edition.

Christina Carter made history as our 3 time champion, but will she be able keep making history?

As we head closer to the dates, I’ll be sharing who will be competing group by group.

And don’t forget, this will be the first competition after we introduced relegation, so I will also be sharing that unfortunate list as a reminder.

The car slowly made its way into the abandoned warehouse near the docks. A groggy Ultragirl was slumped in the back seat, her powers temporarily drained by the fiendish Doctor Lazarus.

The thick white cloth was tied tightly across her mouth and her once powerful frame was more than adequately roped up as she weakly struggled in her bonds. She could make out a structure hanging from the high ceilings, but it was covered in heavy tarpaulin as the bulky goons appeared from the shadows of the dimly lit room.

Doctor Lazarus and his driver exited the vehicle as Ultragirl was dragged out and dumped on the floor. The grim features of Lazarus got closer as he leaned in….

“I don’t want to gloat, Ultragirl. But capturing you and taking your powers was so much easier than I planned. I can only imagine you were distracted by something……or someone.”

He sneered as he fondled the fallen hero’s costumed body, her eyes flashing angrily from behind her mask. A torrent of profanity was muffled by the gag as she strained against the ropes.

“My serum is effective for a number of hours yet, my pretty prisoner. But by then, you will be permanently helpless. As weak as any human.”

Lazarus got up and pulled the large cover away from the elevated platform. When the cover fell, Ultragirl’s look of horror told the story….

Her mortal enemy, the Dragon Queen was hanging in bondage within the structure. The chains held her in mid air as the steel rod was buckled between her lips.

When the two women saw each other, all feelings of hate and rivalry had given way to a mutual sense of fear and anger. The Dragon Queen bucked furiously, the chains clinking and clanging as she flopped uselessly in her suspended state. Lazarus ascended the stairs up to the cage and moved behind his one time associate. Ultragirl could make out an object now being manoeuvred into place, nestling against the Queen’s crotch.

Her costume was mostly intact, except for her naked ass and pussy. The Doctor powered on the device and his prisoner began to thrust and convulse as the pulsing became more violent. He turned to the Dragon Queen and roughly grabbed her chin.

“In an ordinary woman, these vibrations could cause serious physical harm….but a for a super bitch like you….its merely a tickle. It’s a shame that there’s no honour amongst thieves, but you will serve a greater purpose as my slave. Both of you will actually.”

Ultragirl continued to struggle as the Dragon Queen shuddered in her orgasmic torture chamber. Was this the means to completely render her powerless too? Lazarus turned up the power and the drool from the Queen’s gagged mouth dripped to the floor below. From the animalistic groans, it seemed her first orgasm was close. Her powers were literally being fucked from her.

“You will get your turn soon enough, Ultragirl. I have no need to unmask either of you at this time. The world doesn’t have to know who you are. They’ll just see your downfall from a perfect example of feminine power and justice, to a wanton drone. A junkie slave craving the next fix of pleasure and degradation.”

The Dragon Queen’s ordeal would continue for some time yet, as her former foe could only lie in bondage watching. She dared not let Doctor Lazarus see the wetness she was starting to experience.

“Contrary to some beliefs, the vampire, like any other night creature, can move about by day though it is not their natural time, and their powers may be weak.”

Right on cue, you felt the strong arms grab you in the parking lot……snatched as you left Daddy’s office for the day. You struggled and kicked as the gloved paw clamped over your mouth, the other hand gripping your waist and dragging you to the old van.

You had to be careful, because you didn’t want to deliberately raise the alarm……but just enough fight for the security camera to see that your attempts for freedom were genuine. It didn’t matter anyway, you were tossed inside the vehicle quickly enough and the door slammed shut. Of course it was a setup, your boyfriend Nick was playing the part of kidnapper. He was into kinky bondage shit and you were only too glad to indulge. The plan to scam Daddy out of a king’s ransom was formulated after a Sunday afternoon of tie up fun. You lay cuffed to Nick’s bed and the gag was off just long enough to hit upon the scheme.

So here you were, lying facedown in the back of a van, having your wrists and ankles bound. You were flipped onto your back and you stared up at Nick. He was wearing the hood as planned, and he was definitely committed to the roleplay. The eyes were dark and emotionless as he reached up your skirt, past your ‘special kidnap’ stockings and yanked your skimpy panties off. The protest wasn’t pretend as you gagged on the worn underwear being stuffed into your mouth, with several strips of gaffer tape sealing them in. You tried to move, tried to make noise, but you were helpless. Nick got up and moved to the driver’s seat, slapping your ass hard before he did. You squealed, almost in want as you felt your cunt tingle.

The van drove off and you were a kidnapped rich girl, for real. The thought of being treated like this made you soaked, all you wanted now was for Nick to pull over and fuck you every way until Sunday…..but the plan had to play out first.

The drive was longer than you thought, and after a while, the biting bonds and gag became more uncomfortable. The feeling of helplessness was starting to set in, and you wondered if this game was becoming too serious. You mmppphed urgently through your packed mouth, but Nick didn’t take any notice and the vehicle sped on through the city. You couldn’t see anything through the windows and nobody could see in either as the van eventually began to slow down, the twists and turns of the road tossing you around in the back.

Then the van stopped.

Nick exited the vehicle and you heard voices. Nick was definitely speaking, but the other voice was deeper, almost muffled….

“You can take off the hood off, man. There’s nobody here except for you, me and the boss. Oh, and our guest of course. I guess she didn’t give you any trouble? I told you, man….she fucking loves this stuff.”

You froze. Nick wasn’t the kidnapper, was he? Some fucking goon grabbed you instead. What the fuck was happening? You angrily growled and started to kick and thrust against your bonds. The van door opened and there stood Nick, the cocky smile all over his face.

“Hey there, sweetie. Did you enjoy your kidnap? Billy did a great job I thought. Much better than I could have done……now don’t get hot, you know I gotta have an alibi. I was working the late shift at the dock.”

You tried to deliver a muzzled tirade of abuse, but Billy lumbered over and laid his big ham hock around your throat. Nick stepped forward and gently pushed Billy aside.

“No need for that, man. It’s all good. She’s got a right to be pissed…..anyway, let’s get those pictures taken. Plenty of upskirt now.”

Billy ripped at your clothes and hiked your skirt up. Embarrassingly the remnants of your wetness was on show as Nick took his time….he smiled as he wiped a gloved hand against your pussy lips.

“Fresh as the spring rain. Don’t worry, babe….I’ll keep those for the private collection.”

Billy pulled your tits out from the tight top, roughly groping them as he did. You screamed and tried to kick out, before you broke down. This motherfucker was playing a game and you were the prize. Mascara started to run down your cheeks as Nick concentrated on your gagged face, the tear filled eyes adding that reality he wanted.

“Damn. If your old man doesn’t pay up after this, then he don’t have a heart. Guess we’ve added a few thousand onto the ransom too.”

You sobbed and lay helpless in your bondage. That is, until you heard the click of heels coming closer. A woman was now here, short, skinny and right out of the trailer park. Cowboy boots, tiny denim shorts and a tight top. The peroxide hair was tied into a tight ponytail, her makeup was trashy and made her look older than she was. The eyes were cruel and she wandered over, tapping her fake red nails against her phone. She looked you up and down, before turning to Nick….

“She’s a big girl, baby. You wanted something extra? Guess if I had an ass that fat, you might want to fuck me instead?”

Nick smiled and went over to her, grabbing her in close.

“Hey, don’t get jealous, bunny. It was all part of the plan wasn’t it? Besides, she’s a dirty rich slut…..that’s why it was so easy to get her here. Guess I was her piece of rough.”

You rediscovered your anger and kicked and grunted, trying to free yourself. The woman came over and ran those nails up and down your thighs, digging them in as she did. She mauled your tits as you tried to wriggle away. She gripped your chin and looked right into your eyes.

“We’ll add a few more grand on. Sleeping with my husband is extra. We got a backup plan too in case your Daddy loses his wallet. Billy, fetch that box from my car.”

The big man did as requested and brought the plastic box over. The woman took the lid off and all kinds of bondage gear fell out. Gags, cuffs, harnesses, dildos, plugs and clamps. She picked up the nipple clamps and swung them in front of your horrified face.

“Figuring that you love this type of stuff, and if we don’t get anything from Dad…..we’ll get you working as our private slut. Nick has a few connections…..we can move you anywhere and all we need is a phone, some imagination and some internet. It might take longer, but we’re all gonna get so friendly. Now, Billy deserves a little reward for his hard work this evening. Come on, big boy. Jump on.”

“There. Now we can pull that scarf down from your face since we’re inside.”