Samantha groaned as she slowly came awake. What happened to me? She shook her head and
opened her eyes.
It was pitch dark.
What’s wrong? What’s happened to me? She tried to rub her eyes--and found that her
hands were locked behind her. Handcuffs? She heard the faint jingle of chains touching
metal. Why am I in handcuffs? She tried to figure out what could have happened...
What’s the last thing I remember? She asked herself. I was looking for Karen...
Her sister had dropped out of sight just a day or two ago, not answering her phone, not
coming to work--nothing. I went to her apartment first, found nothing, then stopped at
the Police Station...
They had nothing to tell her—knew nothing about Karen at all. At least, that’s what the
desk sergeant said. One of the other cops acted kind of strange when I came in... She
remembered the man—tall, middle-aged--rather distinguished looking. He couldn’t take his
eyes off me...
She had gone through the routine of filling out a missing-persons report. The attitude
of the officer who took it told her that it wouldn’t do any good. No one was going to
waste their time following up on it until it was far too late to make any progress. I’ll
have to look for her myself, she realized. Maybe get a Private Detective…
She had been planning ways to pay for that as she walked back to her car. It was parked
far back in the vast emptiness that was the municipal garage structure. She was almost
there when she heard a faint noise behind her. She began to turn...
That’s all I can remember! She tried to move again—found that she could shift her legs
a little from side to side before they were stopped by something hard. I’m in some kind
of enclosed space—a crate, maybe—or a car trunk! She tried her hands again. No. She
shook her head. I’m not going to pull free of a pair of handcuffs. She thought a moment.
I should scream—try to get someone to notice me. Her mouth felt kind of numb—as if she
had slept with it open. Gotta try! She yelled with everything she had, screaming for
help…
And found that her mouth was stuffed with something that soaked up all sound.
Who did this to me? Where am I? Panic began to creep into her mind, panic that, if not
suppressed, would turn her into a shrieking mindless thing...
Then she heard something. Something from very nearby—a searching, scratching sound...
Is that a key? Samantha concentrated, hoping the sound would repeat...
Then bright light filled her eyes. She reflexively narrowed them to a squint, peering
ahead as she blinked away tears. I am in a car trunk! The truth rushed through her. My
feet... She could see her legs, bent almost double in front of her. My feet are tied
together! She tried once again to move her hands. Just like my wrists! She looked out
of the trunk as her eyes began to adjust, the truth of what had happened to her beginning
to penetrate. I was knocked out—tied up. She saw a form above her—a male form. It
reached down…
Oh God!
“Hey, kid!” Bob Fanelli was grinning like a youngster as he yanked the bound body of
the new girl out of the trunk. “Get a look at this!”
Larry Gianetto finished locking the outside door into the garage before he turned toward
his boss. “What’cha got?” He took a step toward the other man. “I thought we only had
the one job before the holidays …” He saw the girl. “Whoa!”
“Yeah.” Fanelli turned the bound figure toward him and hoisted her over a burly
shoulder as he headed for the training room. “Twins! Would you believe it?” He pushed
the door open and stepped inside. “I wonder if our client knew there were two of them—two
with the same kinda hair colour—that really light silvery blond.” He smiled. "Don't see
that too much."
“What are we gonna do?”
Fanelli flicked the lights on, smiling as he saw the kneeling figure near the centre of
the big space. “We’ll train both of them.” He patted the ass of the girl on his
shoulder. “Two’s gotta be better than one, right?” He strode toward the other girl.
“And it’s the same amount of work to train two at once as it is to do one—hell, it might
even be easier this way.”
“Okay.” Gianetto half-trotted alongside him. “So what are you gonna need?”
“Give me a full ‘uniform’ for this one.” He smiled. “And maybe the double-dildo unit.”
“Got it!” The youngster headed for the fully-stocked workbench at the rear of the room.
Fanelli, meanwhile, continued in a straight line until he reached the centre of the big
room—and looked down at the bound figure that knelt there.
Silver blonde hair, Fanelli dropped the second girl onto the floor, his eyes flashing
back and forth between the two. Check! Eyes… He leaned closer, caught the glare in the
new girl’s light blue eyes. Check! He pulled out his pocket knife, flicked it open.
Let’s check the boobs…
He grabbed the front of the new girl’s sweater and pulled her toward him, showing her
the knife. “Don’t move now,” he smiled. “Wouldn’t want to cut any of that fine smooth
skin…” The knife slipped through the thick knit of her sweater, cutting it neatly down
the front. Fanelli ripped the remainder away, tossing it to one side before using the
blade to cut away the blouse that lay underneath. “Got a slip, too?” He asked her
now-terrified eyes.
She didn’t. When he had finished shredding the blouse, he found nothing more exotic
then a utilitarian white bra beneath--the knife made short work of its straps and Fanelli
tossed it into the pile with her other clothes as her large firm breasts dropped into
view. “Not bad.” He weighed them in his hands as he compared them to those of her
sister. “I think yours might even be a little bit bigger!”
He glanced at Gianetto who had reached his side holding a double-handful of gear.
“We’ll do the uniform first,” he told his apprentice.
He took a second to lay the knife down next to him before undoing the belt holding the
girl’s slacks. When it was loose, he pulled the pants down to her knees and retrieved the
knife to cut off her panties.
“All right,” he pushed her onto her back and grabbed the lines holding her ankles
tied together, pulling her legs up toward him and lifting the bound girl’s hips off the
floor. “Put it on.”
Gianetto slipped the leather belt on the rig he was holding around her waist, pulling
the end through the buckle tight enough to draw a loud whuff of air from the captive’s
mouth. “That should be tight enough.” He buckled it in place, then ran another belt,
attached in the rear, between her legs and through a second buckle in the front. Again he
pulled it as tight as he could; first making sure that it was directly between the girl’s
legs. When he was done, the strap ran right across the middle of her cunt—and was tight
enough to part its lips.
“I think that’ll do it.” He took a half-step back as Fanelli released the girl’s legs.
“Wrists next?”
The big man nodded, shifting around to grab the girl’s shoulders and pulling her up to
face him. “Don’t move, cupcake.” He smiled as Gianetto moved in with a set of leather
cuffs. “And don’t even think about fighting!”
The younger man removed the handcuffs that Fanelli had used when he had picked the girl
up in the garage, replacing them with tightly buckled leather straps. These clipped to
one another, then to a ring on the belt he had just put in place, keeping her wrists
helplessly pinned in the small of her back.
“Got ‘em.” He held out his hand. “Let me have your knife and I’ll do her legs.”
Fanelli passed the pocket knife to his apprentice and maintained his grip on the girl
while the younger man cut the ropes holding her ankles and pulled her pants completely
off. He tossed the slacks to one side, then buckled two more leather cuffs in place and
snapped them together.
“One thing left.” Gianetto produced a bright red ball gag with a tiny ring in the
front--he used it to replace the wadded cloth keeping the girl silent. “That’s it!”
Fanelli regarded the helplessly-tied figure in his arms for a long second—then lowered
her until her knees touched the concrete surface. “On your knees—facing me!” He made
sure she obeyed, then: “Now spread them as wide as you can.”
He wasn’t surprised when she just glared at him. About what I would expect. For the
moment, he simply used the tip of his boot to push them apart. “This is the position you
are to assume when either my assistant…” He gestured to Gianetto. “Or I enter this
room.” He looked down at her. “Is that clear?”
She continued to glare at him.
He laughed. “Well, it soon will be.” He glanced at Gianetto. “Did you bring the
double-dildo?”
The youngster lifted an oddly-hinged item. “Got it.”
“Good.” He nodded to the other kneeling form. “Her first.”
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