CHAPTER ONE

 

"Wakey, wakey!"

Tami heard the voice as if from a long way off. Is it morning already? Her mouth tasted foul. She tried to brush her hand across it.

And discovered she couldn't move.

Shit. Fear jolted her awake. She tried to move her arms, her legs...

Nothing happened.

They got me. She forced her eyes to open-and found herself staring at a closely-cropped piece of maroon carpet that was less than an inch from her nose. Looks like I'm in a car...

Pain ran through her as a large hand slapped her across the ass cheeks.

"I said it was time to wake up!"

She mewled with the sudden pain-a muffled sound that barely emerged from the gag that she now found filled her mouth.

"Let me give you a little help."

More pain as the same big hand grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, lifting her face out of the car trunk. Her eyes watered as she fought to gain her balance, to somehow stop the pain.

The hand let go and she oomphed as she fell to the ground. She saw a large pair of shoes planted a few inches from her face.

"I'm going to lift you to your knees." The voice said. "Don't let yourself fall."

Again pain as her hair was grabbed once again-she felt herself lifted off the ground, saw flashes of light as the world spun around her-then there was the bite of gravel under her knees. The hand let go of her hair. She started to overbalance, almost fell-the hand returned, grabbed her breast and used it to push her upright.

"Spread your knees..."

Tami panted into her gag and forced her knees apart; the hand gave her breast a squeeze, then let her go.

"Good."

Tami took inventory. She couldn't feel her hands or feet-clearly they were bound in some way. A quick series of movements told her that her arms were pulled painfully far behind her. Elbows are probably tied together-ankles too. There was something big and hard in her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. In short, I'm bound and gagged-just like we planned!

The assignment was one she had fought hard to get. Reports indicated that young women were disappearing all over the world. They weren't being kidnapped for ransom-no demands for their return had ever been made. They had just been...taken.

The Briggs Detective Agency had gotten involved when Charles Meachum lost his only daughter in the same way. The police had gotten nowhere-so Meachum, who had money to spare, came to Briggs as a last resort.

"She was only supposed to go away for a long weekend." Meachum was a small man, with thinning hair and anxious eyes. "She called as soon as she got to the Lodge-just like she promised. She stated to me that she and Mariann..." Meachum looked at Briggs. "Mariann Wilson is her best friend. A couple of years older than Corey, but a nice girl from a good family... "

"And she was taken as well?" Briggs knew the answer, but it was always best to get the information direct from the source.

"Yes." Meachum brushed a bit of stray hair from his forehead. "In fact, I think she was taken first-at least, Corey said she could see..." Meachum's face went grey as he brought a hand up to his eyes. "She was talking to me when it happened, you see." The small man looked Briggs in the face. "We were both surprised when the men broke into the lodge. I could hear Mariann's scream over the line-- then Corey..."

"Did you hear anything that might give us a lead?" Briggs had told Tami to keep quiet, but she wanted to be sure there was nothing here that might prove useful.

"I don't think so..." Meachum shook his head in a violent motion. "No, there was nothing. The men never said a word. Nothing at all..." His face went greyer still. "Nothing except that one scream from Corey."

Briggs gave her a look that told her she would get a talking to later-then turned to Meachum. "I don't know if we'll be able to help." He glanced at Tami again. "But we'll give it our best try."

That best try led to Tami kneeling on a gravel driveway in the middle of nowhere. It hadn't taken long to convince Briggs that the only way to find the missing girls was to get someone inside-the old man had plenty of money, and it was worth a try. She pointed out that no one else in the agency fit the kidnapper's MO; Tami had to be the girl for the job.

Briggs hadn't been happy-but her arguments and all that money had brought him to see the light. Now, if he's on the ball, we might be able to crack this thing.

Tami was brought back to the present by a hand slapping her breast. A whuff of pain escaped her.

"Don't go back to sleep on me, slave."

Tami's eyes widened at the word. She raised her head to get a look at the man who had used it. He was tall-something over six feet two inches, with short dark hair and a goatee that made him look satanic - which I'm sure is his intent. He had some kind of short leather-wrapped stick which he held casually across his body - that looks nasty! He smiled as she looked him over-then slapped her, hard, across the face.

"Slaves do not make eye contact with their masters." Another slap, this time across her untouched breast. "Remember that-and think of it as your first lesson."

Tami dropped her eyes after a quick look around. There was a low-lying house in front of her-nothing else in sight. Another slap across the breast reminded her that she was helpless. For the moment. When Briggs follows the signal...

"Oh, by the way." The hand touched her ass-finger pressing down on a suddenly sore spot. "If you're thinking that your boss will follow the tracker he implanted in your butt..." The man laughed. "Think again. I cut that out as soon as I secured you."

For the first time, a twinge of fear flickered across Tami's mind. She fought it down. No good panicking now. Besides, I still have...

"And as for these oh-so-decorative earrings," The hand held a pair of bell-shaped bits of silver in front of her eyes. "I deactivated them too." He dangled them in front of her bare breasts. "Might give them back once we pierce you-they'll make nice nipple ornaments."

Briggs will find me. Tami kept repeating the words to herself. He has to find me. He has to!

"Now, Ms. Private Detective," the hand grabbed her hair once again. "I'm going to take you to the people you're looking for." He pulled her head up hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. "See that door up ahead?" Tami tried to nod, couldn't, whuffed into her gag. "You're going to get to that door-on your own. I'll give you five minutes-after that, there will be penalties..."

Tami's eyes widened as he released her. How can I get over there? She flexed her fingers-I can't move my hands. My feet? Immovable. He's got me hogtied! There's no way...

There was a thwack as the leather stick in his hand smacked across her breasts. "Tick tock!"

Tami tried to squirm forward-and promptly fell onto her chest. Okay-now what! She started to crawl, felt the gravel cut into her already tender breasts. But I'm moving!-albeit slowly. Another thwack, this one on the upraised sole of her right foot. "Ninety seconds gone."

Tami began to sob into her gag-but kept moving-pushing forward with all the strength she had left. Gravel cut into her breasts, caught in the tender flesh beneath her pubic hair.

She tried to ignore it all, tried to keep herself moving. Every now and then, the man's leather stick struck her somewhere on her helpless body. Her feet, her ass, across her back-it seemed that he could strike anywhere he wanted. The world began to spin around Tami but she continued to inch forward, slowly moving toward the door that was so far away...

"See?"

It was a moment before the word registered on Tami's pain-soaked brain.

"I knew you could do it." A big hand dug into her hair once again. "And it only took you seven and a half minutes!" She moaned at the new pain as he pulled her up onto her knees. "That means you only get twenty-five."

Tami's mind swam-twenty-five? The front of her body burned from the scratches the gravel had left; her brain was nearly overloaded by the intensity of the effort she had just made. Twenty-five what?

"Every girl starts her training with a good whipping." He knocked on the door. "You'll get twenty-five strokes." The door swung open. "A nice solid number."

Tami saw two sets of shoes in front of her. How many of them are there?

"Take her inside." The man's hand gave her a pat on the ass. "Set her up in room number one-you know the routine-I'll be there in a few minutes."

Tami felt rough hands lift her off her knees. One of the men threw her over his shoulder. At least I don't have to crawl. She was taken inside the door-which closed with a solid thump behind her.

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

"What does she look like?" Mitchell leaned over his desk, adjusting the picture on one of the surveillance cameras on the table alongside. "Hard to tell in black and white."

"She's a good one," Tami's 'master' answered as headed for the big table at the back corner of the room. "Ash-blonde hair-her real color, too-she's got it cut just above her shoulders." He grinned. "Nice length-long enough to get a good grip, short enough not to get in the way of the whip." He rubbed his chin. "As for the rest; big tits, long legs, good ass. A little older than most of our clients prefer, maybe twenty-four or twenty-five-but this one would bring a good price-if we decide to sell her."

His companion leaned forward in his seat. "You're thinking of keeping her?"

"Maybe." The big man shrugged. "She's got something I like-she really worked hard to get herself up the path, even though she was still in shock. I think she might turn into something special." He grinned. "At the very least, I think she'll turn out to be a great fuck."

"Any trouble picking her up?"

"Hell," the big man poured himself a cup of coffee from the gleaming machine on the table. "She was hoping we'd take her." He grinned. "Would have been a shame to disappoint her."

"Didn't Briggs have her covered?" Mitchell leaned toward the monitor as two of his men began putting the new girl into position.

"Two second-rate men." He snorted. "They were more interested in the dancers than our girl-they never saw a thing." The big man reached into his pocket. "Which reminds me," he pulled the bell-shaped earrings out. "Can you get these retooled a bit so I can use them as nipple decorations?" He grinned wolfishly. "I made the girl a promise."

"Sure." The other man took the two earrings. "Why did you save these?"

"They had tracking chips in them." He dropped them on Mitchell's desk. "She was shocked when I told her we knew-but she didn't panic." Another sip of coffee. "Like I said, there's something about her."

"Okay." Mitchell touched an intercom switch. "I'll get Thomas to prepare them for you. Shouldn't take long." He turned to the big man. "When do you think you'll want them?"

"Little while." He took a sip of the coffee and glanced at the screen that showed Tami being winched into position. "I'd like to give one to her after she gets her first whipping."

"How many lashes?"

"Only twenty-five." The big man took a sip. "I told you-she's got something special-didn't hesitate long when I told her what she had to do."

"How about Briggs?" The man in the chair looked serious. "Do we have to worry about him?"

"I don't think so." The big man shrugged. "Briggs is pretty good at his job, but he screwed up big time on this one." He finished the coffee. "No way we were gonna miss the transponder in her ass."

"Maybe he didn't want us to."

"You mean maybe Tami was pissin' him off and he wanted to get rid of her?"

"Could be." The man in the chair sat back. "It'd be a clever way to dump an annoyance-and maybe he had some insurance he could collect."

"No way to tell for sure." The big man tossed his coffee cup into the trash. "And no time to worry about it now." He turned and grinned. "I've got a whipping to get to!"

"Right." The man behind the desk touched the earrings. "I'll get your jewellery ready."

"You know where I'll be." He opened the office door. "God, I love my job!"

***

Tami was positioned properly when the big man reached her room. He came in the back door so she couldn't see him-he wanted to have a good look before starting. He knew from the surveillance cameras that she had been set up just the way he wanted.

He crossed his arms and had a nice long look. She was spread-eagled in the center of the room, hanging by her wrists, her toes pulled out and hanging about a foot off the floor. Perfect height for me, he thought. I could just slip in there-front or rear. He shook his head at the thought. No, not yet. A grin passed across his face. Later. He took a step forward. When she learns how to please a man properly.

He could tell that she was getting close to exhaustion. She hung limply from her bonds, her head fallen onto her shoulder. His assistants had left the gag in her mouth, and he could hear her trying to swallow-and not quite succeeding; there was already a bit of drool trickling down her breast and pooling beneath her. Time to go to work...

"Wakey, wakey..." He took a step forward. "Punishment time."

 

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

Tami had been shocked to find out just how helpless she really was. The two men who had picked her up in the doorway had simply carried her, like a sack of grain, into this room. They'd dumped her on the floor and nonchalantly removed her bonds. She thought she might have a chance to strike out at them-maybe get loose.

She was wrong. As soon as her arms and legs were loose she tried to jump to her feet-and was shocked as her body promptly betrayed her. She had no feeling at all in her feet and her legs just collapsed under her, dumping her back on the floor. It had been all she could to simply avoid falling on her face.

The two men had laughed at her effort, than one of them had hauled her upright by the hair-my scalp is taking a beating! They proceeded to tie her just the way they wanted. At first, it hadn't seemed too bad. Arms up and pulled to either side, legs tied at the ankles and held slightly apart.

Then they had turned to the pulleys.

I never knew just hanging in the air could hurt this much! The pain had started when the first pulley pulled her off her feet. Her arms were pulled up and to the sides. She moaned and screamed into her gag-but nothing came out. Once she was at the height they wanted, they used another pulley to pull her legs apart. She screamed some more-but it didn't help. They stopped when they were ready to do so-when she was completely stretched out, a naked X of shackled female flesh hanging open and helpless.

At first, she tried to slip her hands out of the cuffs that held them-but there was no give at all in the bonds. The more she tried, the more it hurt-and, hanging as she was, she was finding it hard to breathe. The pain grew the longer she hung there, and finally she just gave up and let herself hang as still as possible-suffering quietly.

Then she heard a door softly open behind her. She came alert, but nothing happened, and she allowed herself to sink into her misery again until...

"Wakey, wakey!"

It's him! A shudder of fear went through her body. The man who took me! She shivered in real fear. Is he actually going to whip me? Another shiver ran over her. He can't! This is America! The Twenty-First Century...

"Punishment Time!"

She shuddered as a hand touched her, cupping her right ass cheek. "Comfortable?" He stepped around her, touching here and there, running a finger down one of the scratches the gravel had caused on her right breast. "After all, you're not doing anything too strenuous, right? Just hanging around." His hand pinched the nipple. "Isn't that so?"

She remembered to keep her eyes downcast-but when she did so, she could see his hands-big, capable hands, moving here and there across the exposed and helpless front of her body as if they owned her. Right now, he does!

"Not too bad..." He pinched the other nipple-Ouch! -watched as it came erect. "Good reactions." His hand moved down, caressed her belly, moved to her pubic hair. "Good muscle tone..."

A finger thrust inside of her.

Tami shuddered again, tried to move away-and didn't budge so much as an inch.

"I see you're already wet." He held the finger, damp now, under her nose. "Good." He stepped away. "You're about to take a giant step." She watched from half-closed eyes as he stepped around her. "Into a world few women ever enter." She heard him take something from the wall. "A world where they find out what they were really meant for." She heard a slithering sound. He's really going to do it! There was a moment of silence. He's going to...

WHAM!

The first stroke cut across Tami's back like a fiery brand. She gasped, tried to pull air past the gag.

"The first one is always a surprise."

WHAM!

Tami tried to scream, tried to beg-but nothing but a muffled mmppphh came through the gag.

"The second one hurts so much you feel like you're going to die."

WHAM!

"You won't-although you might wish you could."

Tami's whole body tensed, muscles tightening down her arms and legs. But she didn't move her position one iota-the bondage was too secure for that.

WHAM!

"Normal practice is to make the slave count out each stroke." The tall man's voice was flat, matter-of-fact, "but I've come to believe it's more effective to keep the girl gagged." His hand touched her ass cheeks, testing how much her muscles had clamped down. "Somehow, not being able to scream and beg makes it hurt more."

WHAM!