Sarah Jane cried softly in the darkness. She knew she’d been kidnapped—she’d
realized it as soon as she regained consciousness. She also realized that she couldn’t
allow her stomach to empty itself—as it was trying hard to do. If I throw up with
this…thing in my mouth, I’ll suffocate for sure!
She thought back on what had happened. It was that guy in the front row, she told
herself. The guy I was—admit it!—teasing during the game. She had seen his eyes on her,
knew that he knew what she was doing. He came back to the locker room area and punched me
when I came out of the bathroom. Now he’s got me in—what, a car trunk? She bit down hard
on the rubber thing in her mouth. And when we get to wherever we’re going, something bad
is going to happen! Despite the way she treated men, she was still a virgin. He might rape
me—beat me up.
Kill me.
She began to feel really afraid as the car slowed down, turned—and stopped.
***
“Okay,” Michael Fennady—Mick to the very few he called friend—smiled as the
nondescript Ford pulled into the big garage. “Put it over there.” The outside door cranked
shut as the car turned into the indicated space. “Did you get them?”
“What do you think,” Jake came out of the driver’s door. “Of course we got them!”
“Bring them out.” Mick smiled. “Let’s see what the bitches looks like.”
Brownie and Ronald were already at the trunk, popping it open and reaching inside.
Brownie picked up the first package and lifted it out with no apparent effort, dumping it
in front of Mick with no regard for what was inside.
The second package, lighter, plopped down next to the first an instant later.
“Open ‘em up.”
Ronald bent down next to his bag and undid the catch holding the top closed. He
pulled it open, then got a good grip on the bottom of the bag and lifted.
Sarah Jane, bound into a ball of flesh, rolled out.
“This is the cheerleader—the younger one.”
“Yep.” Ronald put a hand on her ass, massaging it between his fingers. “And she’s a
real prick tease.”
“We’ll fix that.” Mick turned to Brownie. “Let’s see the pig.”
Seconds later, Kristin was dumped next to her sister, still tightly hogtied.
“Nice muscle tone.” Mick walked around the two girls. “I wonder which hair color is
natural.” He turned to Brownie. “Mom’s what, brunette?”
“One way to find out.” Ronald’s face showed an undertone of excitement. “Right?”
“One sure way.” Mick agreed. “Strip ‘em down and let’s see.”
The men hustled to do as they were told—after all, all of them were as keenly
interested in seeing what their captives looked like without clothing as Mick was.
“Shouldn’t we get them inside first?” Jake’s eyes darted around the confined area
of the garage, touching on the multiple windows that ran across the top of the outside
door.
“Afraid they’ll catch cold?” Mick’s voice was rich with sarcasm. But even as he
spoke, his eyes moved in the same direction as Jake’s—and he thought about what might
happen if someone picked this moment to look through one of those windows. “You’re right,
though. We don’t want to give anyone outside a show, do we?” He nodded thoughtfully. “And
my cameras are all set up inside…” He shrugged. “Okay—bring them in--—might as well strip
them where it’s nice and warm.”
He motioned all of them toward the door leading into the main portion of the
building’s basement, watching as Ronald and Brownie lifted the two captives and Jake
picked up the bags—good thought, Mick told himself. Don’t want to leave any evidence lying
around…
***
Bastards! Kristin groaned as the big man picked her up and bent her painfully-tied
form over his shoulder. Now that they’ve got us here—wherever here is, they’re going to
strip us naked! She saw Sarah Jane carried through the door in front of her. Sarah Jane
too!
Anger flowed through her. How dare these men do this? Mom was going to make them
pay—Kristin was sure of that…
But how long will that take? She oofed into her gag as she was dropped onto the
floor in another room. And what will happen to us in the meantime?
She set her teeth, biting deep into the rubber ball that filled her mouth. But what
can I do? A sudden thought popped into her mind. They’re going to have to untie me to
strip me! She looked around, saw the four men spread out in the new room. When they do…
She prepared herself to use her years of training—she would strike out the moment her
hands were free—do as much damage as she could.
Maybe it’ll give Sarah a chance to make a run for it. She took a deep breath as the
biggest of the men approached her. I’ll go for the groin, then when he doubles over, try
to smash his larynx. She visualized the sequence of movements that would take. Yeah, I can
do this. She blocked out what they would undoubtedly do to her afterwards, and kept her
eyes fixed on the big man as he reached her side and squatted down. Come on and untie
me—then we’ll see just how big and strong you really are!
***
Brownie smiled as he saw the girl’s muscles bunch. She’s going to try to fight! He
shook his head. On the one hand, it showed she had real spirit—something she would need
later on. On the other…
He glanced back—Mick had the camera running and nodded that it was okay to go
ahead. “Let’s do it!”
I’d like to let her try to fight. He squatted down beside her. It’d be fun to show
her how just how bad an idea that would be. He took a deep breath and reached into his
pocket. But that’s gonna have to wait for some other time...
“I can see that you’re planning on putting up a fight.” He kept his voice steady as
he pulled out a long-bladed clasp knife. “Under other circumstances,” he brought her chin
up so he could see into her eyes. “I’d just untie you and let you try it.” He opened the
knife. “But my buddy Mick doesn’t want your pretty face messed up, and so…” He slid the
blade under the material of her blouse and applied pressure. The knife, honed to a razor
edge, sliced through the material from her neck to her waist. He pulled the two halves
apart and sliced through the bits of material that formed the blouse’s short sleeves, then
pulled the whole thing off, leaving the girl’s top half bare save for a rather utilitarian
white bra.
“High class girl like you!” He grinned and touched the bra. “You should have
something nicer than this!” The knife moved again, and he tossed the remnants of the bra
to one side. “Now let’s see what you’ve got.” He grabbed her hair and rolled her onto her
back, ignoring the muffled cry of pain the rough treatment brought.
“Not bad.” He ran a hand over her breasts, weighing them—exhibiting them to the
watching eyes of the other men and the unblinking gaze of the camera. “Bigger than I would
have thought.” He smiled into her hate-filled eyes. “Congratulations.”
He shifted his stance a bit, unbuttoned her jeans. “Don’t move now.” The knife came
into play again, slicing down the leg of her pants from waist to ankle. He pulled her onto
her back and repeated the procedure on the other side, then grabbed the rags from the
bottom and pulled them free.
“Good legs, too.” He ran a hand down her flank, smiling as she tried to pull away.
“Now let’s see what color your hair really is.” The knife sliced the edges of her panties
as if they were paper—and he pulled them free, turning her body to show the result to
everyone. “A real blonde!” He smiled again. “I never would have believed it!” He took a
moment to check her bondage, making sure her ankles were still tightly attached to the
handcuffs around her wrists. Then he set her on her side and faced her toward the still
tightly-tied figure of Sarah Jane.
“Little sister’s turn.” He grabbed a handful of hair and kept the blonde’s head
pointed in the direction he wanted. “And you’re gonna watch real careful!”
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