CHAPTER 1

 

"Shut up, bitches! You've no need to know why you've been brought here!" The harsh male voice answered the terrified screams and entreaties made by the three beauties from the girl-band, 'Angel Girls' when they could talk. "Only know that you will be punished if you try anything silly or fail to obey any orders." The crude instructions, brooking no nonsense, so alien to their pampered ears, grated through the voice distorter, adding to their terror.

Nicole, a lovely blonde, was grateful that her abductors had removed the tight handcuffs confining her wrists painfully behind her back. The brutes had also allowed her to untie the gag holding a smelly rag in her bulging mouth and remove the scarf covering her eyes. For the past hour she had rolled helplessly back and forth on coarse sacking like a bag of potatoes along with her two companions in what she guessed was a van. She had never felt so helpless, utterly unable to move, speak or see, bound almost like an Egyptian mummy. When the journey ended she had been like a baby under the hands guiding her from the van; only able to squirm the little allowed by her bonds as her captors took liberties with her confined body, touching and squeezing disgustingly, frighteningly.

She blinked in the harsh brilliance from the lights shining in her face. Behind the glare she could see the vague outline of several figures but such was the intensity of the light that it was impossible to make out any details. Shrinking back in fear she saw her two friends, Lindsey and Ali, similarly shielding their eyes from the spotlights, edging away from the searing luminescence. She had sensed whilst being guided, blindfold and bound, that they were descending, stumbling on numerous steps. Now they seemed to be in a cellar with no escape. This was confirmed when she chanced a rapid glance behind her and saw the dirty white walls a few metres away.

"Please, what...? We've done nothing, why? ... I, we have an urgent appointment; our manager is expecting us she'll wonder where we are and tell the police and ... haaaah, please don't!" she gasped as what felt like a red hot iron sliced into her backside. The pain was unexpected and it made her press her hands into her tender bottom.

"Shut the fuck up, cow! No talking or you'll get more of my rod across your arse!" the voice shouted, making her lapse into silence, not wanting to be hit again. These people were brutes and she was frightened. How could they do that to her?

"You've been with us in the van for some time - your manager will have no way of knowing where you are - no one will; she'll have to wait till we've finished with you. She'll just think you dropped out somewhere without a care for anyone; as slags like you do." There was malice in the tinny distorted voice.

"But, please, it's so important," Nicole wailed.

Crack!

"Haaaah, nooo," she and the others cried pitifully, fearing for their lives, cowering down, covering their heads when the explosion of sound interrupted their renewed pleas.

It could have been any sharp noise but it had sounded like a gunshot and it certainly was to their tortured imaginations. All three girls crouched in terrified silence in expectation of worse to come. Nicole's bladder nearly released in sheer terror. This was the last thing she had expected.

"All that's important now is that you do exactly as you're told. You've been warned, no more questions, no more talking. We know you're all spoilt little rich pop-stars used to snapping your fingers and having the world drop at your feet. But that's over for you cows for the moment. We mean business, anyone who doesn't do exactly as they're told, immediately they are told, will be very sorry." Further crisp demands came from behind the harsh glare. "Stand facing the light, look directly at the light but do not move, hands clasped to your heads. Then answer to your names so we can verify against the details we found in your handbags during the journey here." The instructions were precise.

Licking dry lips Nicole obeyed, seeing her friends similarly comply either side of her. She felt open and exposed by adopting such a pose which emphasised her helplessness and made her breasts push aside her designer jacket to jut invitingly against her expensive jumper directly at her kidnappers. She trembled, sensing some of their shadowy figures moving closer from behind the lights to stand to one side; but she remained obediently staring at the cruel piercing spotlights, her eyes watering and hurting.

"Nicole Staples? Which one are you? Answer to your name," the same voice demanded from behind the lights.

"Yes, me," Nicole whispered.

Slap!

"Aaaghh," she gasped in pain and sheer shock, staggering back, holding her cheek now throbbing from a vicious slap delivered from a hand lashing out from behind the glare.

"Now is a good time to emphasise that from now you address your captors respectfully as 'Sir' or 'Miss," came a new voice, a tinny female one through the distorter. "I am 'Miss' to you, repeat your name and get your hands back on your fucking head, facing us!" the woman snapped as brutal hands tugged Nicole back in position.

"I-I am N-Nicole Staples ... Miss," she managed to answer in the subservient manner demanded, wondering why she was being treated like this. Lindsey and Ali answered respectfully and with similar low-voiced fear.

"Good. Now I'd like you ladies to take your shoes and skirts off, please," the voice gave the unreasonable and unexpected request reasonably.

"What! Do you know who we are? If it's money ... now look, you cannot be serious, why? Ooofff, aaaaarghhhh," Nicole heard her friend Lindsey's disjointed outburst silenced by what sounded like a punch to her stomach.

Turning aside slightly whilst still keeping her hands clasped to her neck she saw her friend, wincing and gasping painfully, being manhandled back upright from the blow which had doubled her up. Poor Lindsey was always the short-tempered one of them but now she would have to try and rein that in, she guessed.

"Oh but I can assure you that I am deadly serious, ladies," their abductor continued, quite calmly. "Now, shoes and skirts please, at your feet in ten seconds or something nasty will happen to you all. They look expensive but don't worry about hanging them up, just drop them," the voice snapped sarcastically.

Nicole bit her lip in shame. She kicked off her shoes, her feet looking ridiculous in fancy pink socks and felt cold against the concrete floor. Then her fingers trembled at her skirt zip, sliding it down. It felt so unnatural and frightening to do this in a cold dingy cellar under the bright light and before hidden watchers. However, she obeyed, feeling shamed and ridiculous. Her long bare legs exposed and disappearing under her jumper, shifted uneasily in the cold cellar. Then she dropped her expensive skirt on the floor as if it was no better than a rag, tugging her jumper further down over her hips to afford a little more dignity.

"Hands back on head," the voice snapped.

Feeling frightened and ridiculous Nicole obeyed, her jumper riding back up to reveal her skimpy red lace panties,

"You look fucking ridiculous standing neither dressed nor undressed; better get your jackets and tops off," said the woman.

"Please," came a low sniffed plea from Ali, answered only by a single sharp retort.

"Now! And if anyone speaks again I'll cut their fucking tits off!"

Shoulders drooping in defeat, the three girls slipped out of their jackets, trying to fold them a little onto the heap of expensive material on the dirty floor. Nicole shivered as she reached down to tug her pretty pink jumper up over her trembling body. Although it was cold in the cellar, she scarcely noticed it. Her fear and uncertainty produced an enticing sheen on her exposed flesh.

"On heads!" The order was barked from behind the light.

From protectively covering her boobs jutting from the constraints of a tiny silken, red half-cup bra, Nicole reluctantly clasped her hands back on her head.

"Turn round on the spot keeping hands on heads."

Nicole unfocused her eyes, not wishing to look at her friends, knowing it would reflect her own fearful shame as she shuffled round in a circle. It felt as if hundreds of hidden eyes were devouring her from the circle of light, feasting on her display of a tiny red bra and matching thong clinging to her curves, enhancing her body rather than covering it.

"Very fetching," drawled the female voice when they again stood facing the light. "I can see why you Angel Girls win so many awards from your raunchy videos and songs. This is somehow more intimate, though, I think, seeing you in your undies. Well ... I guess you might as well go the whole way." The voice was almost flippant. "You will all strip naked please and we'll make sure no-one has any bugs or tracers in their clothing."

"Microphones!! Please, you've no need. Shit, people will pay you if you just ... haaarggg," Lindsey's entreaty ended with a thump and a gasp.

For a moment, Nicole's belly flipped, thinking that the masked figure by her cringing friend was really using a knife on her. She relaxed slightly when she saw they had simply cut off her small, black, one-piece camisole and were positioning the sobbing girl with her hands back on her head, but now quite naked.

"That was your final warning," spat the woman. "Any more warnings will be permanent ones. Now I want to see you other girlies stripped to the buff, standing with your hands back on your head in thirty seconds - go!" she bellowed, galvanising Nicole and Ali into albeit hesitant reluctant action. "Everything off, socks too, every stitch, throw all your watches and jewellery on the pile. I want you naked as nature intended." The voice mocked slightly as their fingers publicly fumbled with the clasps and elasticity of their most intimate garments. Then the hands were clasped, shaking, to their heads to leave them totally exposed.

Crack!

"Haaaghhh," Nicole yelped as a sharp band of pain lashed across her bottom. It was so painful and unexpected that she wrenched her hands from her head to press the burning strip of pain, the movement jerking her boobs outwards.

Crack!

"Naaapleeease," she gasped as the pain was repeated across her jutting orbs. It was a terrible and intimate pain that made her whimper like a trapped animal. Then the hands came out of the darkness to grab hers and position them back on her head to leave her bare bottom and boobs exposed again and quivering with pain.

She licked her lips in sheer terror as someone held a thin bamboo cane just within sight of her wide frightened eyes. It was unbelievable, who could be doing this? How could it be happening to her? She felt sick with fear.

"It hurts, doesn't it? And it'll hurt a lot more if you cows don't do exactly as you're told," the metallic voice dripped promise.

In desperation, seeking solace from her terrible predicament, to banish, understand or even justify what was happening to her and her friends, Nicole cast her mind back to her life of just days previously.