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Field Trial No. 11

Part 6 Bill

Part 6 - Bill

We took them straight to the basement and laid them each on a twin bed. The
mother was trying to make noise through her gag but the daughter had given up.
One at a time, we put their heads in the box and manacled their arms and legs to
the sides of the twin beds. We made sure there was no slack in their restraints.
Steve and I worked as a team. We cut the cable tie. Each grabbed a wrist or
ankle and manacled it to the bed. In less than ten minutes, there were two fully
clothed women with their head in the box tightly restrained on a twin bed. Steve
reached inside the box through an opening we could close and removed the hoods
and gags. We left the sleep masks on. It was dark in the box, nothing to see
anyway.

We took a break, went upstairs, got comfortable, and had a beer. We had plenty
of time, no need to rush.

After about 30 minutes though, we started to get our energy back and went
downstairs for the disrobing. Believe it or not, it takes a bit of work to
completely cut off a woman's clothes including an overcoat (did I mention it was
winter?).

Once we started cutting their clothes off, the crying and pleading started. Not
sure why they do that. Not like they were going to persuade us to stop and
politely drive them back to their car.

Well we felt them up good once they were naked. Each time I touched Christine
she would let out a wail and start begging.  You could hear the two of them
whispering to each other inside the box. Steve and I played a little game. He
would pinch Christine's left nipple the same time I did Joanne's. You could hear
them tell each other what we were doing. It was a lot of fun.

It was getting late, so we needed to finish up. Each of us grabbed a two-foot
length of garden hose. You know you can spend a lot of money on fancy leather
whips but you can do just as much damage with a simple length of half-inch
garden hose. We secured their legs so they could not move their feet. I should
mention that Steve has a thing for women's feet. I guess you would call that a
fetish. I like feet just fine but don't consider them as interesting as titties
or pussies.

Steve positioned himself at Christine's feet, hose in hand and I did the same at
Joanne's. Steve started with a nice sold whack right across the center of
Christine's left foot. Let me tell you the woman was a screamer. It was a
full-throated scream followed by a gasp for breath. I gave Joanne the same
treatment and was rewarded with more sound than you would think a girl her size
could produce.

Steve and I began taking turns. We had a little contest about who could get
their victim to scream the loudest. Steve took a turn and then me. If Christine
was loudest, he got a point. If Joanne was loudest, I got the point. We did 10
on the left foot and I won 6 to 4. The right foot scored highest for Steve. We
dropped the game after the first round and just wailed away. After maybe 15
minutes, the girls passed out and we stopped. Their feet were starting to swell
already. Blood was seeping out from under their toenails.  By morning, they
would be blue and swollen to 2-3 times their normal size. Whipping their feet
like that is not only a lot of fun but it convinces the victim that escape is
impossible. Before morning, they would realize they could not walk two steps let
alone get away.

I grabbed some smelling salts and stuck my arm in the box to being them around.
They came awake with a good deal of crying and whimpering. The pain in their
feet must have been something fierce. Once, Steve and I gave each other a stroke
with the hose on our bare soles just to see what it was like. That was just one
stroke and it hurt like hell. My foot was sore for a week.

Steve took his cock out and rubbed it over Christine's feet. There was blood
seeping out from under her toenails and he rubbed that all over his pecker,
which got hard the moment, it touched her feet. I did the same with Joanne's
feet. It was not really my thing but I wanted to support my brother so I rubbed
my cock on Joanne's feet and played with myself until cum spurted all over her
ankles and feet. It did look hot to see the cum and blood mixing together.

It was getting late and we decided to retire for the night. There's a lot of
stress in abducting someone from a mall parking lot and we were both worn out.

This is my account of the first day.



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