The South side of town was the most run down, and Tommy double checked that his door was
locked for the third time and started fumbling with his revolver again trying to re-insert
the cylinder. They found the street no problem and apparently The Kid was right; third
time was a charm. The tan El Camino they were looking for was just parking in front of the
address they had on their list. The street was dead quiet with not even a porch light on
for the entire block. The Kid pulled the van over just behind the El Camino, shut his
engine off and put his cop hat on as he approached the young woman in the driver’s seat
who was rummaging through her oversized purse. When she looked up to see him standing
there she gasped and dropped the purse.
“Excuse me, Miss. Are you the owner of this vehicle?”
“Jes offeecer, but what deed I . . .” He was extremely pleased to see the beautiful
girl’s loose powder blue, sweat stained blouse, tucked into a thin, knee-length skirt
pulled halfway up her shapely thighs which were also covered in a light sheen of sweat.
She saw him gawking and angrily pulled the skirt down over her knees.
“And are you Maria Anna Martinez, 2120 Nuevo Rancho Boulevard?”
“JES! But do jew mind telling me what I deed?!”
“Step out of the car please, Miss.” Her mounting fear was evident and had now overtaken
her initial anger. “Miss Martinez, are you aware there are over $2,000 in unpaid parking
tickets on your vehicle?” Her large, dark eyes widened as her long slender hands slid down
the steering wheel and she slumped in her seat. The Kid opened her door and the slightly
weak kneed girl got out, her bare feet flinching slightly at the touch of the still hot
tar of the street. He could see Tommy in the passenger’s seat frantically looking around
and giving the ‘hurry-up’ signal.
“Place your hands on the roof, please, and spread your legs.” She complied, looking
nervously over her bare shoulder, her fear building to terror at the prospect of being
manually searched. The shapely Hispanic was well built but short and had to rise up on her
toes to get the palms of her hands on the roof.
“Don’t be nervous Miss.” He put one hand on the girl’s narrow waist to establish a
presence. “We’ll have this straightened out in no time.” The Kid reached across his chest,
pressed his shoulder mic clipped to his lapel and put on his best TV cop voice as he
looked back at the van and through the wind shield at Tommy. “Central, this is One Adam
Twelve. We have a driver, female, Hispanic with outstanding warrants arising from unpaid
tickets. Requesting instructions.” Tommy stared blankly back at the Kid.
“Ahh. . . Central Requesting instructions!”
“OHH . . .ahh. . . this is Central. Go ahead.” The Kid rolled his eyes in frustration.
“Driver, female, Hispanic with outstanding warrants! Requesting instructions!”
“Ahh . . .roger that, Adam Twelve. Better bring her in for questioning! Ahh, Roger that
over and out!” At that the girl balked, but the Kid held both her shoulders and gently but
firmly pressed her breasts into the car with her face turned sideways.
“Relax, Miss!” He firmly guided her arms behind her back and she began to cry openly as
she heard the cuff ratchets close around her wrists. “I’m not arresting you. Let’s just go
back to van and see what we can do.” She calmed slightly, wondering what he meant, and he
guided her by the short wrist chain to the back of the van. Tommy climbed over the seats
and into the back and the rear doors opened.
Two box seats, one along each wall, stretched the length of the compartment. She noticed
the ceiling rings then the floor rings but it was the last thing she noticed that sent her
into an uncontrolled panic and caused the two Harvesters to have to wrestle her to the
floor of the van.
On the top of each seat, standing at attention, were a row of 4 anatomically detailed
penis-shaped, hard rubber dildoes apparently screwed down to the plywood top. Tommy was
dribbling lubricant over the head of the rod furthest to the back, just behind the
driver’s seat, when young Maria started kicking like a wild animal.
It was no problem to toss her light frame up into the van then jump in and pull the
doors closed; both men were momentarily distracted as her skirt flew up over her shapely
torso to reveal her heart shaped, evenly tanned ass, her white cotton panties bunched up
her crack like a thong.
Tommy snapped out of it when the Kid fell forward and kneeled on the back of her thighs
and shoulders, momentarily pinning her down. He already had the chloroform soaked rag out
of the sandwich bag and across her petite nose and full lips.
Fifteen seconds later it was all over.
“We’ve been lucky with no traffic, but let’s not push it! Ball gag her while I get the
ankles.” He ordered as Tommy closed the doors.
“What size?” The Kid turned the limp head to one side and checked her mouth.
“Give her a #4.” He quickly retrieved a four foot spreader bar from the rack, firmly
applied 1 inch leather ankle straps, and clipped the spreader bar off to the chrome rings
sewn into the straps. As Tommy finished up filling the mouth with the ball gag, the Kid
sliced away the panties and threw them in a waiting burn bag. “Finish the dildo.” Tommy
drizzled a little more of the thick, clear lubricant and spread it around the shaft with
his hand. By then the cuffs had been swapped for a single leather wrist strap and the
elbows had been cinched together as well. “Gimme a hand.”
Each man taking an armpit and the hollow of one knee they effortlessly lifted the new
sex slave over to the seat, spread her bare legs wide and, holding her skirt up out of the
way, lowered her body down onto the fat dildo with a slight twisting motion. A low moan
escaped from around the stringently applied gag as her small, tight vaginal pouch engulfed
the training device and her full weight came to rest on the seat.
“Hold her up.” Tommy took the shoulders of the flaccid figure while the Kid threaded a
length of rope through the ceiling ring directly over the girl and tied it off to her
wrist strap. “Slice the blouse off and collar her.” He then yanked the rope until her arms
were rigid and pointing straight up at the ceiling and she was bent completely forward,
flowing black hair dangling to the floor, head between the knees and breasts pressed into
her lower thighs. “Hold the hair out of the way.” Tommy complied and he tied the free end
of the rope off to the rear leash ring of the neck collar. Next he reached into the bin
and retrieved two Quick-clips, snapped them together and then clipped one end off to the
center ring of the ankle spreader bar, pulled the bare feet off the floor by lifting the
bar and attached the ankle bar to the front leash ring of the slave collar. The girl’s
toes now dangled six inches above the floor of the van. “Blindfold her and I’ll get us
outta here!” Tommy again complied and by the time he climbed back into the passenger’s
seat they were back out on the boulevard.
“Okay, nice one! Now it’s Miller time!”
“Not quite.” Tommy’s face dropped as he realized they were heading back towards
Crestview Court.
“Aw com’on man! We got one, how many do want?”
“We’re equipped for eight.”
“EIGHT?! YOU’RE ON FUCKIN’ CRACK! I am not goin’ for eight in one night on my first
night and that ain’t up for discussion! Period. Bottom line. End discussion!”
“Calm the fuck down, we ain’t goin’ for eight.” Tommy looked at him suspiciously.
“Don’t fuck with me, Kid!” Loud moaning started to emanate from the back of the van.
“I ain’t. Eight’s way too risky and there’s not enough time to sunup. I just want at
least one more. I sold this idea on multiple harvests. Going home with one fish in the
basket isn’t gonna make it.”
“How many then?” As they turned onto Crestview the Kid broke into a broad smile.
Stumbling towards the front porch of #115, one shoe on but the other in her hand held
close to her chest, was a slightly disheveled, very lovely, very well built Jenna
Robinson, 25 years old, unemployed secretary.
The Kid pulled over and got out and Tommy noticed the girl’s gold dress was torn up the
side seam from the knee to her partially bare hip.
“Guess her night didn’t work out so good.”
“Can I help you Miss?” The Kid took her by the arm, glanced around and waited for her
reaction. She was slow to react, looking him up down before forcing a slight smile to her
face. Her light green eyes were glassed over and she appeared incapable of speech. He
leaned in and smelled her breath.
He had no problem steering her over to the back of the van where Tommy already had the
doors opened.
“She’s not drunk. She’s on drugs.”
“Or been drugged.” Tommy offered.
“Maybe.”
“Looks like somebody did our job for us.”
“It’s a thought. Help me get her up there.” Tommy lifted the brown haired beauty by the
arms up unto the van and she lost her other high heel in the process. The Kid retrieved
it, climbed in after her and closed the doors. As soon as she realized some one else was
in the van the Hispanic girl momentarily stopped struggling and tried to turn her head to
listen. Tommy noticed and reached over to stroke the inside of her bare thigh.
“It’s okay, Maria. We just brought you some company.” The squealing and limited writhing
started back up again as Tommy mischievously slid his hand up and started to finger her
exposed clit..
The Kid, who had #2 laid out on the floor face up, smacked Tommy to get his attention
and handed him her heels. “Throw these in the burn bag then go ahead and get us out of
here. I can handle this one.” Tommy was only too glad to cooperate and was at the wheel in
no time. “When you get to the corner, pull over and change the signs back. And drive slow,
there’s no hurry now.”
The Kid grabbed the torn dress flaps at waist level and yanked hard up to the armpit,
splitting the garment in half, then sliced the shoulder straps off. She wore no bra over
her small but well-rounded breasts and so, except for her panty hose, the female was now
nude. As he tossed the rag of a dress into the burn bag her eyelids slid halfway open and
she appeared to comprehend she was being stripped. Her emerald eyes opened wide, she
mumbled something and began to weakly push him away with her hands while drawing her
shapely legs closed and up to her chest. He reacted quickly, massaging first one then the
other breast, bringing her light pink nipples to immediate erection; then slid his left
hand under the panty hose and firmly began to masturbate the semi-conscious girl. In
seconds the eyelids slid back down, the long slender arms were above her head as if to
provide better access, and her mouth was gaping open.
Out of sheer exhaustion the Martinez girl had slowed her struggles, while Jenna had
become more aroused and so was panting heavily. Her vaginal juices were beginning to ooze
out from between her pussy lips and, as he worked her, the Kid was digging through the
wall bin for the bondage gear he needed. There was no resistance to the ball gag when he
eased it between her perfect white teeth, and the ankle straps were on quickly after that;
but now the girl had both hands clamped tightly around his wrist and was using his hand to
jerk herself off.
He took the one vibrator they had brought with them as an afterthought, a small, narrow
four inch model, and managed to wedge it under the heavily panting girl’s hands and get
his own hand free. The buzzing vibrator sparked an invigorated effort on her part and the
moans got louder. Wanting to have the female secured in place before she could make
herself cum, he moved more quickly.
He slit the now soaking wet crotch of the panty hose, clipped on an ankle spreader bar
and, using the girl’s own juices, lubricated the last dildo on the back seat directly
across from the Hispanic capture. The slave collar was a little harder to strap on due to
the sporadic thrashing of the head but once done he hurriedly threaded the length of rope
through the ceiling ring and prepped the two Quick clips leaving the rope dangling. Now
came the hard part.
Surprisingly, the heated female didn’t seem to notice she was being lifted and just kept
stroking herself. With one arm under her splayed knees and the other across her back he
folded her in half and eased the mildly jerking body up onto the seat, but realized he
couldn’t mount her on the dildo because she had the vibrator in the way. Holding her half
standing half sitting he shoved his shoulder into her breast bone to prop her up and with
both hands wrestled the vibrator from between her wet hands and tossed it aside. This
momentarily confused the heated female but her hands returned to her pussy and resumed
stroking away. Then spreading the ass cheeks he lifted and lowered the frantic girl down
onto the rubber monster. Only he missed his mark; Jenna was not mounted by her vagina. She
was being impaled on her rectum.
As the phallus stretched her virgin anus wide and slid home Jenna’s body involuntarily
doubled over, trapping her hands, and a loud, high pitched moan escaped from around her
ball gag and filled the compartment.
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