Upstairs she kept hearing the murmur of voices. The television was definitely on, but there were human voices too. Her captors. What were they talking about? What were they going to do with her? She squirmed and tested her bonds again almost absent mindedly, just to see if anything had changed. "Oh, why are they doing this to me? Why? Why? Why?" she thought miserably.

There was the scraping of a chair on the floor again and the male voice, (Tom?) said something loudish and the female voice laughed. Then heavy steps walked away. She heard the sound of a door opening and closing and then what sounded like steps coming down the stairs outside her room. Someone was coming! Someone was coming! "Oh my god! Oh my god! " she thought miserably. She had been miserating about being left all alone and tied and blinded and such, but now she started to feel just the opposite. "Don't come in! Don't come in! Don't come in!" she thought madly. Then she heard the lock turn in the door to her room. The door opened and someone was standing over her.

She burst into tears again. She squirmed and pulled at her hands. Every cell in her body screamed the need to protect herself, but there was absolutely nothing she could do. It was so unfair! Then there was a voice.

"Good morning, Randi," the voice said. It was definitely Tom. But his voice didn't sound nice now. There was a heaviness and a brutality in it that wasn't there before.

"I hope you slept well. We did our best to make you nice and comfy."At this he let out a scornful laugh.

Randi cringed at his voice and at his disdainful irony. If she had had any conception that he might show her mercy and rue his dismal treatment of her, that thought just dissipated like butter in a frying pan. She wanted to beg and plead with him to let her go even though she knew it would be useless. Some need in her promoted the desire, as if she were compelled to play her part in the drama, a part scripted for her by the devil himself, and she was condemned to follow the fiendish plot.

".... eeeeeaaaaampfffff!" she cried out behind her taped lips. "...eeeeeea...aaaaaah... oooohh...iiiiihhhh!...eeeeeeaaaaaapffffff!"

She sensed the man crouching down next to her. She flinched when she felt his hand on her bare rump. He rubbed it softly.

"Ahhhhhhhh, Randi, Randi, Randi," he said playfully. "Please spare us all the begging and whining. We're not going to let you go. You're much too delectable for that. I didn't have a chance to get a good look at you last night, but what I did see was quite delicious. I'm going to get a better look at you in a few moments, but first I want to give you a little lesson in manners."

He stood up. Randi's soul quailed at the not quite so veiled threat he had made. She squealed and twisted her arms and pulled at her legs. She heard him opening what sounded like a cabinet. A second later he had stepped back to her. A wave of misery and fear flowed through her. Something poked between her upturned thighs. It pressed up against her vagina. She had only a split second to shrink in terror. There was a loud, 'zap!' sound and instantly came a fierce jolt that passed up into her cleft, through her belly and all over her body.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhooooooouuuu!" she screamed. Her body contorted and jerked. She burst out into virulent sobs. She had never experienced pain like that before. The stick or wand or whatever it was pressed up against her again.

"...oooooooouuuuuuuu!" she cried as she tried to jam her thighs together. But it was useless. There was another, 'zap!' and instantaneously a rabid charge passed up her pussy's walls, up her backbone and into her brain. Her whole body convulsed in her bonds.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhooooooooouuuuu!" she screamed again. She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. She had been right! They had brought her here to torture her to death. And this was just the beginning! "Oh, God! Help me! Help me! Help me!" she prayed desperately.

Through her sobs she sensed Tom, or whoever he was, crouch down next to her again. His hand again took possession of her ass, like it was the most ordinary gesture in the world. She felt him lean down by her head. His mouth came up to her ear.

"There are only two rules here, Randi, and we expect you to follow them to the letter. The first is that you obey every command and instruction we give you, down to the finest little detail, immediately, without question and without reservation. The second is that you are forbidden to utter a single word, ever, and to remain always silent. Do you understand? Do you think you can follow those rules, or should I give you another zap?"