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Alicia’s chin bobbed up and down, the drool spilling from her chin down onto her chest would stream unbroken until a particularly hard bounce would sever it. A day with Jamie was bound to lead into uncharted territory, and this day was no exception. Despite being thoroughly showered and scrubbed to begin the day, Alicia was now lathered in sweat, but all-in-all that was the least of her worries.
Jamie called it a ‘day in the desert.’ Alicia called it a ‘day in hell.’ They rode on the back of Jamie’s horse, a rugged, chestnut colored animal she called Buster. Before the ride started, a nude ball gagged Alicia was put in a black leather harness of sorts. It fit over her head and shoulders, with each arm going inside a sleeve of its own so that her fingers formed a point at the tip. The harness fell to just below her breasts, but had openings for that part of her anatomy to bulge through with a strip of leather running between connecting the portion of the harness above her breasts to that below. It had shiny rings, and straps at strategic places in front, and Alicia had little doubt that before the day was through she would learn a portion of their many uses. It laced tight in back, and Jamie laced it much tighter than Alicia would have thought necessary. A strap and a buckle were at the tip of each sleeve. Alicia’s arms were brought around behind her and crossed, the strap from the tip of one sleeve brought around front, and threaded through the buckle on the opposite sleeve, then tightened. The process was repeated on the other sleeve. Then the whole thing was repeated two more times, each time more slack being drawn, until the stretched tips of the sleeves overlapped in front. The whole arrangement was so tight that Alicia could hardly gather any movement from either limb. Jamie looked at the finished product, nodding approvingly. A leash with a snap was fixed to a ring at the neck of the harness, and Alicia was led to the stables. They climbed a set of stairs as Buster was brought out by one of the male work-hands. The first thing Alicia noticed was that he had a double saddle. Alicia had ridden horses, and knew of them, but it was the first time she had seen one in person. It was the second thing she noticed that caused her great consternation. In the center of the first saddle was a hole about two inches in diameter and two inches deep, with threaded grooves running down it.
“Just as you ordered ma’am,” the man grinned.
“Thanks Hans,” Jamie smiled. “You always do good work.”
Hans climbed the steps up to where they stood, while Jamie fished around in the leather bag she intended to bring with them. She brought out a phallus, shiny and black, with male threads at the base. Next came the lubricant, and she spread it around the entirety of the flexible monster, as Alicia looked on horrified. Jamie knelt and carefully screwed the base of the phallus into the threads on the saddle, then stood with her hands on her hips and smiled.
“Let’s get her saddled up Hans,” Jamie said.
Alicia tried to back away, but was stopped by Jamie grabbing the leash she’d fastened on earlier. Jamie handed the leash to Hans, then bounded down the steps and stood beside the horse. Hans gripped the young girl by the connected sleeves in front, and her crossed arms in back, and hoisted her into the air, holding her out over the saddle so she was poised just over the tip of the intended target. As Hans lowered her, Jamie saw to it that everything was aligned properly, and Alicia was gingerly lowered onto it. Her eyes widened as it slid into place, its cool length almost enough to take her breath away. Her feet sought out the stirrups in an attempt to push herself off of it, but found that there were no stirrups. Jamie grabbed her right leg folding it like it was nothing until Alicia’s ankle met her thigh, then she wrapped a black leather belt around the doubled joint locking it in place. Alicia’s other leg met the same fate. A strip of supple leather was worked through her folded right leg at the knee, and knotted, the free end running under the horses belly, and retrieved on the other side. It was threaded through her left leg in the same fashion, then pulled tight, forcing her legs to press hard against the horse’s sides, then it too was knotted.
Alicia could feel the thing flex inside her as she teetered atop the animal. Her arms pulled against their leather restraints, and she made tiny, feeble noises behind the gag.
“I’ll take it from here,” Jamie said, dismissing Hans with a nod of thanks.
After leading Buster away from the edge of the platform, Jamie did a once around, inspecting the entire arrangement. Satisfied, she climbed on, seating herself in the saddle behind Alicia. Before beginning, Jamie pawed at the girl’s tits, pinching at the nipples drawn taut and prominent by the arm restraints. Then they began.
For the first mile, Alicia felt as if she was being fucked by the earth itself. Every bounce, every bump, traveled up through the horse itself, gathered itself at the saddle, then charged up the phallus. From there, it wound through her belly, before exiting at her breasts, but not before doing a couple of victory laps around her quivering nipples. Making matters worse, Jamie felt the need to squeeze her tits every minute or so, as if to assure herself that no amount of bouncing around was going to reduce their stupendous nature.
Alicia tried to convince herself there was a purpose to all this. She had heard talk of something big. Not specifics, but she knew a feast of sorts was being planned for that evening. There was solace in that. As bad as this was, it could go on no longer than early afternoon, for that was when the preparations were to begin. But that still gave them four hours or better. More than enough time for Jamie to enjoy herself at Alicia’s expense. The ride went for three miles. It was nondescript country, except for the distant mountains. It was hot. Alicia guessed it was about ninety, but in the black leather halter, it seemed more like 200. Finally Jamie pulled on the reins, and Buster’s gait ceased, at last allowing Alicia some relief. They were down in a creek bed, at least that’s what it looked like, and next to a low hanging tree branch. Jamie removed a length of leather from her saddle pouch, threading it through one of the stainless rings on the front of Alicia’s harness. She dismounted, and released the leather cord holding Alicia’s doubled legs against the sides of the horse. Then she tossed the leather strip fastened to the halter over the branch of the tree, grabbing the loose end as it fell. She reeled in the slack, and then continued to pull as the line came tight. Alicia felt her body being pulled free of the imposed impalement, at last the flexible phallus coming free with a slight pop. She dangled in the air, as Jamie gave a command, and Buster moved out from underneath her. Then she was lowered to the ground, and her ankles freed from her thighs.
“Get up,” came Jamie’s simple command.
That was easier said than done. After riding several miles with her legs tightly bound, and being stuffed to the hilt and jostled with each of Buster’s steps, Alicia found rising with her still tightly restrained arms an enormous task. She gathered her feet under her, finally lifting herself off the dusty ground, and stood with a somewhat disdained look.
“A day out here is just hard to beat,” Jamie said, motioning with her arm to the surrounding country. “Lots of sky, fresh air, and a young girl to lick my pussy.”
Alicia closed her eyes with disgust.
“That wasn’t a request,” Jamie went on grabbing the leash and walking down towards the water.
At the edge of the pool, Jamie paused to remove her clothing. She did so as casually as one might scratch an itch, and minutes later her impressive physique was as naked as her captive. More so, actually, due to Alicia’s harness.
“Now, get to work,” Jamie hissed, sitting on a large flat rock at the edge of the pool. “We still have things to do, and I would advise you to be swift and efficient.”
Alicia hesitated at the waters edge. She was certain that it would be cold, but as she stepped into it, she was surprised to find it warm. It was, in fact, the product of an underground spring, naturally heated, and ultimately soothing to Alicia’s weary legs. Jamie indicated she should kneel in front of her, and reached out, undoing the foul gag, and pulling it free. Alicia was afforded little time to relieve her aching jaws before she found her face crammed into her captor’s waiting sex. Jamie grabbed a handful of Alicia’s dark hair, forcing her nose and mouth onto her, the smooth, bald flesh already with a musky scent. It was blessedly over in ten minutes time, the young girl performing her duties in a style that was becoming all too familiar. Jamie took a few minutes to recuperate, sliding into the water to bathe, and lying on her back to kick almost casually at the surface of the bubbling.
Alicia waded to a shallow and sat, as Jamie grabbed her straw cowboy hat, and pulled it down over her eyes. It was quiet, and for a time Alicia actually enjoyed herself, the fresh air and sunlight a blessed change from the stale gags that had been imposed on her recently. As she sat, she became aware that Jamie was beginning to breathe heavily. She watched the woman’s muscular breasts rise and fall, her flesh gleaming in the late morning sunlight. She didn’t know how long she watched, but the realization that Jamie was asleep hit her like a brick. Her heart began to beat rapidly. In the whole time she and Samantha had been in the clutches of this group, this kind of chance had never occurred. Minutes passed, and still Jamie didn’t move. Alicia gathered the courage to stand, and once on her feet, she waited a good minute again. Still nothing. She stepped from the water, and looked over at Buster, who was staring at her with a ‘don’t try it’ look. She took a half dozen steps, stopped and turned again. Jamie never stirred. The thought that she was still mostly naked, tightly restrained, and had no clue as to where she was really never entered her mind. The predominant thought was to escape. There had to be people somewhere nearby. In the back of her mind a little voice warned her to stay, but she cursed it away. How much longer could this go on? Nothing was guaranteed. And how could she ever face Samantha with the knowledge that there had been an opportunity to possibly escape, but she let it pass. No, this was an obligation. The odds were long, but maybe not impossible.
She was a hundred yards away now, and her steps came more quickly. It was awkward moving with her arms as they were. Alicia had the good fortune of being athletic, which served her well in this environment. Her bare feet avoided the sage brush as best she could. She finally guessed herself to be a half mile or better away from where she started. She had a dilemma. She could stay in the creek bottom, as she had been, or try to get above it to more open ground. She could remain somewhat hidden down low, but then no-one could really see her. But to get out into the open she would be, well, just that. Out in the open. Jamie could ride to a high point and spot her rather easily. There were sharp, jagged out-croppings along the creek bed, and after she had gone about a mile she decided to try her hand at cutting through the leather holding her arms in place. She spotted one that came to a point, got up close, and carefully managed to insert the tip between her belly and the dual straps. It came with a price, however. She nicked herself twice, before deciding she needed a different approach. She found another one a little lower, and angled more to her advantage. It took he a good deal of time as she had to kneel slightly, slip the point under the leather, then push herself up and back, her weight serving to act as resistence. After several times, the leather began to chafe, and finally, to part. I took a good half hour, but finally one of the straps parted, and with a sigh of relief Alicia brought her strained limb back into a more natural position. Slipping out of the leather, she quickly freed her other arm, and then relieved herself of the sweltering leather altogether. The air felt wonderful on her skin, which was red and sweaty from the ordeal. She was now a naked sixteen year old girl in the middle of nowhere, but at last she was free.
She gathered the harness, no sense leaving it as evidence lying around, and headed for a slight ridge away from the creek bottom. As she got close to the top she dropped to the ground and crawled to the summit. She poked her head over the top and looked back. Nothing. She guessed she had been gone over an hour now. Surely Jamie would have noticed.
She looked in all directions. There appeared to be a highway well to the north. She could see dots moving, but it had to be 10 miles or better. To the south there was what looked like an abandoned adobe home, but it too was well away, and even if she got there, there was little chance of finding a way to communicate with anyone. She elected to stay on the low side of the ridge, which ran parallel to the creek, and close in to it. She figured it would give her the least chance of being detected. She headed to the south, towards the highway.
She had gone another mile or better when she heard it. It was the unmistakable sound of horse hooves. It sounded like they were clacking over the loose stone in the bottom of the creek bed. She could see ahead some dense shrubbery at the edge of the of the ravine leading to the creek. She made a dash for it, crawling into the midst of it and ignoring the irritating way it scraped at her bare skin. From there she could look down into the bottom without being seen. The sound must have traveled a long way, because she sat for several minutes before there was any sign of horse and rider. But at last they came into view. It was Jamie. Alicia’s blood ran cold. There wasn’t a hint of worry on her face, and that scared her more than anything. She looked as if she could be out for a casual ride. She wore her straw cowboy hat, and her tight t-shirt. There was now no bra, her large breasts bobbing as she rode. Her denim cut-offs rode high on her thighs showing her muscular legs. Alicia watched her, almost expecting her to stop, and walk right up to her. But she continued on, seeming unaware, and unconcerned, she was being watched. Alicia breathed a sigh of relief as she watched her pass. She waited a good fifteen minutes. It would do no good to follow her. It was decision time, and the old abandoned adobe house was the only real option remaining. But that meant crossing open ground, and retracing her steps. She waited undecided, then finally turned and began to go the opposite direction at a rapid pace. She turned frequently, concerned she might see Jamie coming back, and she stuck close to the cover afforded by the brush at the upper edge of the creek bed, but she never saw anything to alert her. At length, she arrived back where her journey began. She could stay near the edge, like she had been, for about another mile, but then would she would have to break away form the safety of the brush. When she reached that point, she paused. She looked back to the north, seeing nothing. She crawled into the brush, once again cursing as it bit at her flesh, and waited. For twenty minutes she didn’t move a muscle. Still she heard nothing. Finally, she made her way out of the cover, and began the trek that would take her towards the abandoned home.
She set out, looking all the while back to the north. She had covered about half the distance, and was beginning to feel like maybe she could pull it off. She started into a jog. It was only a mile away now. Jamie had to be well down the creek bed. She heard a sound, but she could see nothing. She stopped, and looked carefully. It seemed to be getting louder, but still there was nothing to see. Puzzled, she again started to jog. Then a horrifying thought hit her. She spun and looked to the south. She panicked, dropping the leather harness. In full gallop, less than a half mile away, was Jamie on Buster. Alicia ran. It was a survival instinct. Run away from trouble. She could hear the sound getting closer. Her bare feet scraped across the hot ground, and the sage scraped her legs as she ran.
Then she heard another sound. It sounded like a rotary blade, and in the next instant she was flying through the air, landing with a thud on the ground. Panicked, she tried getting to her feet, and fell again. Looking down, she saw that her legs were tangled in leather. She reached down to untangle them, and was jerked harshly to the ground once again. The end of the leather was tied to the saddle-horn. As long as the horse kept moving there was little Alicia could do. Jamie dismounted, walking towards the frightened teen.
“You will regret that,” Jamie said simply, her blue eyes giving a look that made Alicia’s blood run cold.
The girl once again tried to free her legs of the cords wrapped around them, but Buster did his job, keeping the tension on them. Jamie dropped some neatly coiled bundles of thin leather to the ground beside Alicia, and spun the girl over onto her belly. She knelt across Alicia’s back, gathering both arms painfully together. There was a shooting pain and Alicia cried out as her elbows were lashed ferociously together. Her tits were ground into the rough surface, as the binding of her elbows thrust them forward. Jamie’s hand was in her hair, pulling her head up and back, and in the next instant her mouth was crammed full with a red ball that had to be forced against her teeth so hard she was afraid they might break. When it finally slipped behind her teeth, she groaned in relief, but only until Jamie began to tighten the leather strap. It was worked and pulled, then worked again until the last hole could be accessed, then fastened in place so tight that Alicia felt as if she was about to swallow a grapefruit whole. Her head was released while her wrists were fastened tightly behind her, and cinched. Her hands moved back up to the elbow cords, cinching them as well. Jamie pulled the girl to her feet. Alicia’s eyes were wild over the gag.
“Turn around,” Jamie ordered.
She inspected the cords, trying to separate the girls arms, but their was no give.
Another length of the cord was produced, and Jamie wrapped it in figure eight fashion about Alicia’s shoulders. It started at the back of the neck, went over the shoulder, around to the front, under the armpit, across the back to the other shoulder, around to the front, and under that armpit. This was looped several times, pulled tight with each pass, drawing Alicia’s shoulders back further. But there was a more devious purpose to this binding. Another thin cord was looped double, and passed over the center of the “eight” with the ends passed through the loop, securing it there. The loose ends were brought down, looped around Alicia’s arms at the biceps, cinched, and tied back at its starting point. The girl’s arms were on fire now. The elbows ground together so hard they could have crushed coffee beans between them. While Alicia whimpered for the rough treatment to end, Jamie was just getting started.
“You’re probably wondering how I knew,” Jamie said, grabbing more of the leather. “My great grandfather was a full blooded Cherokee. He was a horse-whisperer. I spent a lot of time with him when I was young.”
Just below the rib cage another set of leather cords pinned her arms to her back. And then another just above her hip bones, both jerked tight enough to affect her breathing. From this second set, Jamie looped another doubled cord. Alicia was in so much distress she scarcely noticed what was about to happen. When she felt Jamie behind her, fetching the two loose ends, she began to get the idea. Quickly and sharply, the free ends were brought up and over the cords binding her wrists in back, Jamie’s fingers seeing to it that the cord bisected the labia. Then it was tugged downwards, looped again over the wrists, and tugged again. There were tears in Alicia’s eyes as it was tied off. Then Jamie was back around front.
“Buster knew which direction you went, so I let him lead the way,” Jamie said, slipping her fingers under the crotchrope to gauge its misery index.
When it was a struggle, both to get her fingers under it, and to withdraw them, it passed the test. A final doubled cord went right over Alicia’s nipples, pulled until it crushed them down against her upper rib-cage, and then was tied off. It divided her round breasts into half globes, and sawed at her sensitive nipples with every breath.
“Horses have a keen sense of smell,” Jamie went on. “So when his nostrils flared, I knew right where you were. I circled back the other way, knowing you wouldn’t be expecting me from that direction.”
Jamie stood back and inspected her work. Every cord dimpled the girls flesh with an attitude. Any one alone would have been agonizing.
Jamie nodded. A last cord looped around the one diving through her cunt. Jamie took the end of it with her as she mounted Buster, looping it around the saddle horn. Alicia couldn’t believe what was apparently about to happen, but when the woman gently kicked the sides of the horse, it became a reality. The cord came taut, and to keep from having it do more damage than it already was, Alicia was forced to walk behind them at a brisk pace. The first step was torture, the second was assault, and the third - wanted for first degree murder. But there was no let-up. Alicia was forced to follow at the pace dictated.
Eventually, they wound up back where the whole thing started, at the spring. A visibly relieved Alicia, trembling, watched as Jamie dismounted.
“In case you didn’t know, there was a purpose to this adventure,” Jamie hissed. “And it wasn’t so you could go running naked around the country.”
Jamie fished around in the saddle bag, withdrawing more of the thin leather.
“I have a bit of a hike,” she said unfurling one of the neat bundles. “This will ensure you don’t attempt another stunt like that last one.”
She forced the young girl to the ground, seated her on her bare butt, and drew her legs out straight in front of her. She crossed Alicia’s ankles, wound a half dozen stands of thin leather cord around them, and knotted it tight. Her thighs were next, just above the knees, the leather digging deeply into her lovely skin. Lastly, the upper thighs were corded, and these were cinched as well. Jamie grabbed her bound ankles, spinning her Alicia onto her side. More cord was fastened to her crossed ankles. The end was passed through the backside of the leather crushing her nipples. Alicia cried out into her gag as Jamie pulled her ankles up. She stuck her foot against the girls fused arms to gain as much arch as she could, before tying it off. Then she stood up, rolling the helpless teen back onto her belly with the toe of her boot. Alicia certainly wasn’t going anywhere.
“Now you little cunt, you lie there and dream about what you’re going to do to pleased me,” Jamie smirked. “And it better be good because I’ll be dreaming up worse things than this to do to that heavenly little body if you don’t.”
Alicia scarcely heard the words. Her body felt like some kind of voodoo doll, twisted and bent into ways a body was never meant to be twisted and bent into, and then lashed into place with horribly thin leather cord to keep her that way. The cord ravaged her sex like a cat clawing its way up a tree to escape from a dog, and her arms and legs were void of feeling.
Watching Jamie walk away was truly a paradox. On the one hand, she was gone. No more punishment could be inflicted on her helpless body for a time. But again, out here, Jamie was the only one who could do anything to lessen her suffering.
She lay totally nude, stringently bound and gagged for what seem like hours. A burst of struggling succeeded only in toppling back over to her side, and from there she was unable to get back to her belly. Her nude body soaked up the hot ground like a sponge in water, wringing it back out in the form of sweat.
When Jamie finally returned and cut the cord tying her ankles to her breasts, she uncoiled like a rubber band, the air expelling from her lungs in a sigh of relief. Her legs were cut free, and she looked down to see deep red grooves in the tanned flesh. Jamie was feeling no sympathy, jerking her to her feet by the hair.
“Here,” she said placing a leather pouch around the girls neck. “We’ll let you haul this back.”
While it wasn’t particularly heavy, any added stress on her ravaged frame was an unwelcome burden.
“I advise you to keep up,” Jamie smiled, tugging on her crotchrope. “We have to make up some lost time.”
Once again, the cord was tied to the saddle horn, and the two started the long trek back.
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Heather walked around downtown for a time. It was a typical gray Seattle day. She wound up down along the waterfront, watching the ferry boats come and go. She bought a pack of cigarettes. It had been several years since she had given up the habit, but it somehow seemed appropriate today. Her mind was racing. The agency seemed to be making little headway in locating Samantha and Alicia. Keri was the one on the case, and she was certain she would be doing all she could, but sometimes the smaller things got shoved aside in favor of the bigger picture. That didn’t make it sit well. She hoped something might come of the meeting Keri had planned. Like most F.I.T operatives, little was divulged of what each ones job entailed. Keri had been introduced to Heather via email from headquarters as Assistant Director of Intelligence. The two had met only months before, and instantly took a liking to one another. They were different personalities. Heather liked the wild life. A good time was never to be avoided. Keri liked the quiet lifestyle, and thus was more suited to office details.
Heather sat on a bench and smoked. Her mind wandered over the past weeks. Things just weren’t adding up. There seemed to be a dead end at every attempt to locate Sam and Alicia. In spite of all the super-secret technologies available to F.I.T, they were having no success locating the two teen girls. Heather had thought about going rogue again, but her lone attempt at that had been met with failure at the hands of the oriental twins. Why did the agency seem to be dragging their feet in this matter?
She snubbed out her cigarette, determined to ask some pointed questions that evening in her meeting with Keri. The cool air was getting the better of the blonde agent, so she decided a hot tub would be in order.
Back at the hotel, Heather poured herself a glass of wine, slid out of her clothes, and into the hot tub. A good hour and a second glass of wine later and she was ready for a nap. She slipped her oversized pink T-shirt on, donned a conservative, yet very sexy pair of panties, and sprawled out on the king sized bed. In a matter of minutes she was asleep.
How long she dozed for, she wasn’t sure. And she was never really sure what caused her to awaken. But when her eyes opened she knew she was in deep trouble.
“The infamous Heather Duncan,” came the voice from one of the men.
Heather shot up from her pillow, preparing to take a defensive stance. That was when two of the men leveled Walther P99 semi automatics at her. They were both large, fit men. Each wore a black T-shirt, tight enough to show their impressive physiques and biceps. Both wore black pants as well, and thick soled boots below. Each wore black leather gloves, which gripped the guns pointed at the blonde. The third man she recognized. It was Hugo. He held no gun, which Heather surmised was a good thing. Instead, he held a travel bag slung over his shoulder.
“Hugo, care to dance?” Heather asked quietly.
Hugo glared at her, his misshapen nose giving testimony to their previous encounter.
“Don’t try any thing stupid,” the first man said.
“How did you.....” Heather stopped,
“Get in?” the man finished.
Heather nodded.
“Ahh, then it wouldn’t be a secret would it?” the man smiled.
Heather gave them a what next look.
“OK Duncan, first things first,” said the man who to this point had done all the talking. “Lose the shirt.”
Heather sighed, hesitating.
“As beautiful as you are, I won’t hesitate to splatter your brains all over this room,” the man growled in a manner that indicated it wasn’t an idle threat.
Heather gripped the hem of the t-shirt, and in a deliberate fashion, pulled it up over her head, tossing it to the bed, her large breasts bobbing on her chest.
“Very good,” the man smiled, obviously enjoying what he saw. “You’re even better in person than what I had been told, and I had been told you were spectacular.”
“I’m flattered,” Heather spat.
“Oh, a girl with spunk,” the man chuckled. “I like that. I’ve also been told you have a knack for escaping tight situations, so we’ll see you have no tools to aid you.”
He motioned for the private show to continue with the removal of her panties. Heather complied, the panties joining her t-shirt on the bed.
“Nice,” the man said simply.
Heather crossed her arms on her chest.
“Clasp your hands together at the back of your head and interlace your fingers,” the man ordered.
These guys knew their stuff.
“Good. Now cross your ankles,” he continued.
Heather swung her right leg around her left, then stood, ankles crossed, hands at the top of her head. She knew what was next. And the man knew that she knew.
“Kneel,” he said simply.
Heather gracefully knelt as she knew he wanted, her crossed ankles directly under her buttocks, the tops of her feet flat against the floor. To rise from this position would require a number of things, all of which would give her captors ample time to respond.
“Lower your arms behind your back and bend to kiss the floor,” he commanded.
Again Heather complied. She had no choice.
“Hugo, do your thing,” the man said.
Heather heard a soft thump and noticed that Hugo had apparently dumped the contents of his travel bag, which turned out to be an assortment of leather straps, to the floor beside her. She saw him bend to pick up the first strap, a medium length 1" diameter black leather belt. She felt it go under her arms, just above the elbows. He gripped both arms with one hand, forcing the limbs together as he threaded the loose end through the buckle. In the next instant Heather felt searing pain in her arms as her elbows were crushed together.
“Christ,” Heather hissed through clenched through clenched teeth.
“Too tight?” the man grinned.
Heather bit her tongue, her elbows already beginning to bruise.
The next one went around her wrists, palm-to-palm, and a third one at her forearms, these too, tightened well beyond tolerable range.
Hugo grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. A moment later she felt something smooth sliding up her arms, and realized they were further securing her with a black single glove. It was a very supple leather, almost seeming to contour in where the belts bent the flesh on her arms. Hugo tugged it up her arms, looping straps at the top of the device over and around Heather’s shoulders. Then he began pulling the slack out of the laces running up the sleeve. It took several minutes to accomplish this, but when he was finished there was absolutely no more slack to be obtained. The final bit consisted of tightening the special straps looping about her shoulders. The straps not only caught her rounded joints, but connected to each other by way of a belt across the top at the back, and when Hugo had tightened it the blonde’s shoulders were practically touching in back. Heather thought her breastbone might snap, so severely were her shoulders drawn. She stood, her lovely breasts heaving, as a harness was fastened about her upper arms and body, the narrow black leather dimpling her flesh as the muscular Hugo pulled each and every strip as tight as humanly possible. There were strips both above and below her breasts, and another at her waist. The mass of thin leather was connected in front with stainless steel rings. These were all tightened viciously, welding Heather’s arms to her back, and making any movement with them impossible. One final strap descended from the lowest ring in front, and Heather feared where it might go. It had an odd attachment to it, a battery sized piece of smooth metal that could be slipped up or down on the leather. Sure enough, Hugo pulled the end between Heather’s legs, passing it through a ring at the tip of the single glove. He pulled mightily on it, the thin leather parting the lips of the blonde girl’s labia, and the metal planting itself firmly against her clitoris. She assumed it was some kind of vibrating device.
Hugo grinned with satisfaction, and stood back to gaze at his handiwork. None of the men spoke. They were too intent on admiring the beautiful woman’s plight. Her large breasts stood out from her chest in defiant fashion, the slightly inverted nipples pressed out, almost begging for attention.
“You boys feel safe now?” Heather spat, breaking the silence.
The irony of her words was not lost on the men. Here was a beautiful, naked female in the company of three armed burly men, so tightly and utterly restrained that she might have been a mass murderer.
“Hugo, you’re forgetting something,” the man said, his eyes betraying the fact that her barb stung.
Hugo grabbed her by the hair, holding something against Heather’s lips. He jerked on her hair enough to get her to open her mouth, then slipped a small piece of metal inside, which immediately tingled. Hugo held his hand over the blonde’s mouth to keep her from expelling it.
“Let me explain that,” the man said. “What you have in your mouth won’t harm you in the least unless you spit it out. I wouldn’t even open your mouth. You see, if it comes in contact with air, it will activate that little lump of metal that probably is beginning to feel like a part of your anatomy. It’s not quite as powerful as a stun gun, but then we’ve never really tested it. Perhaps you’d like to be the first?”
Hugo removed his hand.
Heather glared at them, but wasn’t about to test the man’s trustworthiness.
“No?” the man asked. “Good choice.”
He slipped his semi-automatic into a holster and approached the blonde, moving around behind her. He reached around to grip and fondle her breasts, pressing her against him as he did. One hand roamed downwards, his fingers exploring the deep cleft created by the leather slicing through her sex. He slipped his finger under it, then, satisfied it was tight enough, his hands returned to her breasts.
“Too bad we have a deadline to meet,” he said, his fingers pinching her nipples. “I think you have more than enough to keep the three of us busy all night.”
He came back around front, fishing a pair of alligator clips out of his pocket. He grasped her left nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until it puckered out, then he sprung the clip open and fastened it on the sensitive flesh. Heather clenched her eyes shut as he repeated his actions on her other nipple. A wide piece of clear packing tape went over each clip assuring that no amount of jostling would remove them.
“Art, see if you can find some shoes suitable for Agent Duncan to wear,” the man told his sidekick, using his name.
Art headed for the closet, while the apparent leader grabbed a raincoat draped over a nearby chair. He slipped it over Heather’s shoulders, and buttoned the front up, covering her nudity. It was a short coat, falling only slightly below Heather’s ass. Art returned with a pair of black patent leather pumps, with six inch heels and ankle straps. They were some of Heather’s favorites, but she didn’t relish the thought of having to wear them now. One at a time they were fastened on her feet, the ankle straps making their removal an impossibility in Heather’s current state. The sleeves were tucked into the pockets of the rain jacket. The man fumbled with the sleeves a moment, then they inflated, making it appear as if arms filled them. He had somehow activated compressed air canisters, and the jacket now appeared almost as it would under normal circumstances. Almost. Under normal circumstances Heather would not have been naked underneath the coat. Nor would her arms have been fused into a single unit from wrists to shoulders behind her, thus thrusting her nipples against the front of the thin material. The observable effects of this were that the outline of her nipples and their clamps could clearly be seen, pressed hard against the coat as they were. A pair of sunglasses was slipped over her eyes, and adjusted to properly fit.
“Now, Agent Duncan, we are going to walk out of here,” the man smiled.
Heather glared at him. She had wondered how they planned on getting her out of the building. It was too simple. There was a part of her that admired their foresight.
The man sensed her appreciation.
“Ahh, but not as you might think,” he went on. “Fire escapes are such a wonderful thing. Every building has them, you know.”
Heather looked at him incredulously.. They were 27 stories up. Walking down that many flights of stairs in six inch heels would be brutal, let alone the fact her labia already felt as if permanent damage had been done to it by the searing leather bisecting it.
After sending Art ahead, Hugo and the remaining man escorted the lovely agent out of her room, and into the stairwell. Every step was a nightmare as any movement in her arms, no matter how slight, extracted a price from her loins. Her large breasts rose and fell inside the jacket, her nipples throbbing from the wicked clips fastened and taped in place on her nipples, and after only one flight of stairs Heather would gladly have negotiated not having to endure the next 26. They weren’t going to give her the opportunity though. They passed two different people on their way down, neither of which gave them more than a second glance. After what seemed like an hour, they reached the exit. The door opened into an alley, and a van had been conveniently parked just a few step outside. As they exited, the side door of the van opened, and the three entered. The first thing that was apparent was that the back row seats had been removed, and the second was that it was not an accident.
Heather was shoved to the floor, while the door shut behind them. The man who was the leader peeled the raincoat free, once again exposing her to their leering eyes. While the trip down had been mostly uneventful for the two men, the same could not be said for the bound agent. The trip had been laborious every step of the way, and her skin glistened with a fresh sheen of sweat.
The van was already well away from the building when the largest ball gag Heather had ever seen came out of Hugo’s bag. It had to have been at least 4 ½ inches in diameter and white in color. It took two of the men to accomplish the task of fitting it in place inside the blonde girl’s mouth, but when it popped behind her teeth it was enough to get Heather to temporarily forget about the chafing strap between her legs. It was buckled tightly in place, then the man held Heather’s legs as Hugo saw to it they were as well secured as her arms. More leather straps went around her upper and lower thighs, biting deep into the firm tanned flesh. Her ankles were last, tightly secured side-by-side, her pumps still adorning her feet.
With her body secured and helpless, the men could no longer resist playing with her tits, mauling and squeezing the flesh like kids with new play-dough. The leader kept looking for signs of surgery, not believing the size and firmness of the blonde girl’s breasts could have occurred naturally. At length he muttered a few superlatives, and continued his onslaught. Eventually though, there were some items to be tended to, and the party stopped.
Working in tandem, Heather’s legs were forced up against her chest, mashing her nipple clamped breasts against the tops of her thighs. A long strap went around her back, and under her thighs, tightened excruciatingly tight holding her bent double. A leather blindfold was produced, and slipped over the blonde’s protesting eyes. Another padded leather muzzle went over the monstrous gag, making any feeble noises she could possibly make silent to anyone but herself. She was shoved to the floor of the van, her tight bondage making all but the feeblest movements impossible. So she lay mostly still, her mind racing to assure itself she would soon be missed by Keri. But she was unable to shake the gnawing feeling that all wasn’t as it was supposed to be.
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