Chapter 1
Donavan drove down the highway in his nondescript gray mini-van. He looked over
at his passenger and smiled. His passenger was a good-looking woman, early 30's,
brunette, 5'4," and most importantly, to Donavan, she had a44DD chest. She kept
her self in shape and still had a good firm body; not much flab on her at all.
Harriett looked back at him and returned his smile.
"I've got a feeling about tonight Master;" she said to him in her sexy raspy
voice. That voice always drove him wild. "I think we are going to get lucky
tonight."
Donavan nodded and turned his attention back to the road. He had a feeling as
well. It had been too long since he and Harriett had been out on the prowl. They
both needed a new play toy and Harriett suggested they hit the highway, some
lonely hitchhiker, so easy to pick up. And who wouldn't accept a ride from them?
Both were dressed in conservative clothing; nothing untoward about their
appearance, just another happy couple out for a pleasant drive.
The last time they had been out on the road like this was 6 months ago. They
had picked up a 22-year-old female college student crossing the USA as part of
her thesis. Nice body that one had; perky tits and firm ass. She had readily
accepted the ride from the nicely dressed couple and after drugging her with
some coffee Donavan and Harriett began their training of her as a sex slave.
They kept her for 3 months before selling her off to some biker gang for a tidy
sum.
But that was 3 months ago and Harriett suggested they go and find a new toy.
Donavan readily agreed and after grabbing some equipment they set out on the
highway. The highway they were on was notorious for the huge amount of
hitchhikers and runaways that used it. It was also far enough away from where
Donavan and Harriett lived. They always felt safe collecting their victims here.
They had been on the road for two hours and they began to feel a little
discouraged about ever finding a suitable victim tonight, when they came across
a female hitchhiker going in the opposite direction. Donavan drove up a mile or
so and turned around to head back. They caught up to her in short order and
pulled over in front of her.
Harriett looked back as the female ran up to the van. "She looks like a keeper."
An evil smile playing across her face, Harriett reached back and opened the side
door as the girl approached the van.
"Hi sweetie!" Harriett said in her best friendly voice. "Need a ride?"
The girl looked into the van and seeing a friendly looking couple nodded and
said "I sure do, thanks for stopping for me. I would hate to be walking out here
for to much longer tonight. Lots of weirdoes out."
"Well come on in then sweetie."
The girl got in the van and sat in the back seat. Introductions were made. She
said her name was Jolene and she and Harriett began making pleasant chitchat.
Harriett was good at putting people at ease. During this conversation Donavan
got a good look at the girl in the rear view mirror; not unpleasant looking.
Maybe a little overweight, about 5' 2", red hair and blue eyes. She was wearing
a heavy jacket so he couldn't get a good look at her tits but from the
impression they made on her coat he was guessing that they were more than a
handful. Levi's, tennis shoes, and a blue backpack completed her ensemble. A
smile crossed his face. Good. He liked good full firm tits. That's what
attracted him to Harriett in the first place.
Jolene said she was heading as far down the highway as they could take her, and
after about a half an hour of pleasant conversation Harriett was able to relax
her and put her at ease enough to find out that Jolene was 17 and a runaway.
Typical story that Donavan had heard before-pissed at the folks, tired of small
town life and wanted to see the world.
"A runaway, good; makes things easier for us," Donavan thought to himself.
After a few minutes later Jolene said she needed to go to the bathroom and
Donavan willingly pulled over to a roadside convenience store to let her use
one. Harriett offered to buy Jolene something to eat and drink and Jolene was
grateful for this. She ran off happily to use the bathroom thinking it was a
stroke of good fortune that this nice couple picked her up. Harriett smiled and
reached over to Donavan, giving him a deep passionate kiss and squeezing his
already hard cock.
"She is a keeper," she whispered to Donavan and walked off to get some food and
drinks. Fortunately she returned before Jolene did and Harriett was able to slip
a potent knock out drug into Jolene's drink. Jolene returned and the three drove
off heading to Donavan and Harriett house.
Some more chitchat between Harriett and Jolene took place as Jolene devoured the
food and drink provided to her. Slowly her head began to droop and soon she was
fast asleep. Harriett moved into the back of the van and began to go through
Jolene's backpack. Nothing of interest: a few dollars, some photos, some clothes
and a school ID from next state over.
"She's a long way from home," Harriett commented to Donavan after seeing the ID.
"No one will find her out here."
Harriett returned to the front seat and hummed a pleasant little tune the rest
of the way home. The drug they gave Jolene would keep her out for hours.
Eventually Donavan turned the van onto the long dirt road leading up to their
house. It lay out in the middle of nowhere, the closest neighbor being over 1
mile away. It was secluded and that was the way Donavan and Harriett liked it.
It was a nice two-story ranch house that had been built in the early 50's.
Donavan had bought it after discovering it had a "unique" addition to it: a
specially designed bomb shelter had been included in the original building
plans. Whoever had built it feared the threat of nuclear war and it seemed they
wished to stay safe from nuclear fallout. This addition suited Donavan just
fine. Roomy and spacious, it was soundproof and being located under the basement
of the house, it was just what Donavan and Harriett needed for their hobby. A
costly refurbishment later, and the house was ready for 'guests'.
Donavan pulled in the drive-way and after activating the remote garage door,
pulled the van into the two car garage. He again activated the remote garage
door and only after the door was all the way down did he shut off the engine and
get out. Sure the chances of someone seeing him and Harriett drag an unconscious
body out of the van were slim, but no need to take chances. Harriett was already
out and moving into the house to start a fire in the fireplace-a quick easy way
to dispose of Jolene's backpack and possessions. Donavan moved to the passenger
side and opened it up, looking down at his newest acquisition. She was sleeping
soundly, shallow breaths with a slight smile playing across her lips. Donavan
grabbed her and pulled her out of the van and into the house, dumping her on the
floor. He then went to help Harriett with the fire. After the fire was good and
started and Jolene's backpack and everything in it was on way to being nothing
more than ash, the two returned to the still unconscious body and carried it
downstairs to the basement.
The inside of the house was unremarkable; your normal run-of-the-mill furniture
and belongings. The basement held the laundry room, storage room and a nicely
furnished game room complete with pool table, dart board, and stocked bar. Off
to one side of the game room was a locked full-sized gun safe. Nothing unusual
there except that this gun safe had been specially modified. Donavan spun the
dial, entering the combination into the safe and opened it. But instead of a
collection of rifles one would expect to see there was a stairway leading down
to the bomb shelter. The two carried their human cargo down these stairs to a
secure steel door, and after unlocking that and opening it the two carried
Jolene into Donavan and Harriett's specially built dungeon.
The dungeon had been designed in the bomb shelter by Donavan and Harriett and
had a huge number of interesting devices. The floor was carpeted in a deep plush
red carpet. Very easy on the bare feet that the couple usually walked around
down here in. The walls were covered from their original concrete with a layer
of sound absorbing insulation and then a pleasing looking wooden interior over
the top of that. Off to the right side of the room was a St. Andrews cross, a
padded sawhorse with securing devices at each of the four legs, and an entrance
to a small toilet facility. The bathroom held a shower stall, sink, and toilet.
It also held most of the couples 'bathroom toys'. In the middle of the room sat
a specially designed gynecologist table, a chair that had no seat to it, some
other unusual constructions that had no apparent use to them, and a swing hung
from the ceiling. On the back wall hung many manacles and restraining devices at
varying heights. Also a winch with a hook hung near the back wall and a small
refrigerator was located off to the right. The left wall had several cabinets
and shelves that held many of Donavan and Harriett's toys, including whips,
paddles, dildos and other specially designed instruments of pain/pleasure
infliction.
"Well what should we start with lover?" Harriett asked.
Donavan looked around the room and said, "We'll secure her to the back wall. The
manacles should hold her fine."
The two carried her back to the wall and laid her out on the floor. Donavan bent
down, unzipped her jacket and removed it. He cast her hungry gaze over the body.
He was right, she was a little overweight but she did have a nice set of tits on
her. The T-shirt she wore did little to hide her mounds. Harriett kneeled down
and grabbed Jolene's tits and began to massage them.
"These are real."
Harriett grinned wickedly at Donavan. Harriett reached down to remove the
T-shirt but Donavan stopped her.
"No, I want to keep her fully clothed for now. Remove her shoes and socks."
Harriett gave Donavan a hurt, pouty look, but complied. As she removed the
girl's footwear, Donavan retrieved a ball gag from the collection of toys and
put it on Jolene, securing it well in place. He looked down at Harriett and saw
that she had removed the shoes and socks and was now running her hands up and
down Jolene's legs.
Donavan and Harriett lifted Jolene up and secured her hands above her head to a
set of manacles on the wall, and then secured her legs to the wall at a 4-foot
interval from each other. They stepped back and observed their handiwork. Jolene
was secured firmly to the wall, body slightly drooping from being held up by her
arms, head hanging down. She would stay that way until she was released. The two
turned and went backup stairs, hand in hand, securing both doors behind them.
Jolene's jacket and shoes and socks were added to the fire and soon were no
more. They then spent the rest of the night fucking like wild animals, untamed
passion at the prospect of abusing another poor victim.