“Hey, screw you,” Aki said, miffed. He withdrew several lengths of rope from a duffel bag on the floor.
“Are you serious?” Tiffany said. “Fine, I'll beat his little ass. I took Karate for eight years!”
Tiffany leaped to her feet, still a bit groggy from the drug but determined to get past the little Asian. man. Roberta looked up hopefully, new sweat breaking out on her body. If Tiffany could get outside, then they might escape…
Tiffany didn't wait for a formal invitation to begin. She lashed out with a side kick at Aki's ample midsection. The little Asian man twisted to the side and her foot only hit air.
Grunting in anger, Tiffany threw an overhand left and followed it up with a right. Again Aki danced out of the way, his grace belying his bulk.
“Come on, Aki,” said Sid with disgust “quit fucking around. I'd like to get some pussy before dawn.”
“You're no fun,” Aki said as he blocked a hard elbow with both hands. Tiffany swore and attacked with new fervor. She reached out to grab Aki by his throat—
And her fist closed on empty air. Aki didn't just dodge this time, however. He looped a bit of rope around her wrist and cinched it tight.
“Ow!” Tiffany said, staring at her entangled limb. When she tried to pull the rope off her wrist, Aki yanked hard on it and pulled her off balance. She growled at him, and again tried to free herself but he again pulled the rope and made her stumble.
“Problems, you little blonde slut?” he asked mockingly.
“In your dreams!” Tiffany screamed. “The rope has two ends, dumb ass!”
Tiffany tried to pull Aki toward her, but he set himself in a wide stance and she couldn't budge him. Undaunted, she tried to leap toward him, intent on ripping his eyes out.
Aki thwarted her efforts by side stepping her attack and yanking hard on the rope. With supreme speed and skill he tossed the free end around her neck and cinched it tight. Tiffany stumbled forward and fell sprawling on the floor, ass in the air in a most undignified fashion.
“Nice work, Aki,” said Gray hair.
Tiffany pulled and struggled, but her hand was now bound behind her head, and all she did was choke herself. She regained her feet and attacked with another kick. Aki grabbed her ankle and ensnared it with another length of hemp. He lifted her leg until she was nearly doing the splits in midair and then dragged her to the ground.
Aki was atop her before she could even breathe. Her one free hand was pulled back and knotted to her ankle.
“What the fuck?” she cried out.
“Just getting started,” Aki said with a wink. His hands moved, fluid like water, and bound her free ankle to her thigh. Despite furious resistance on Tiff's part, he succeeded in securing the knot.
She was now bound with one hand behind her head, the other anchored to her left ankle, and her right ankle bound to her right thigh. And Aki was far from done.
He used more rope to wrap her torso, violently pinching her nipples in the process between two strands. Tiffany screamed in pain as he cinched the knots so tight she could scarcely breathe.
“Get off of me, you fat piece of shit!” she swore as he shoved her head down on the floor.
“Make me,” he said, running his hand over her shapely buttocks. Tiffany's screams reached a new octave when Aki probed her pussy from behind. All she could do was wriggle her toes and say no as he slipped a finger deep inside her.
“Your pussy is loving this,” he said, withdrawing his finger with a wet pop. He shoved the digit under her nose. “See?”
“Gross,” she said, trying to twist away, but she was held fast to the floor. There was nothing she could do as Aki rubbed her own pussy juices across her face.
“Get on with it, Aki,” said Gray hair.
“Fine,” said Aki. Tiffany screamed as she heard his fly come undone. Her back arched painfully as he drew her hips up and thrust his member into her quivering pussy. He wasn't very big, but he was quite rough, and she cried out in pain and terror as the little Asian fucked her.
“Stop!” she shouted between hard thrusts. “Get off of me!”
“God, she's a defiant one,” Gray Hair said. “Wonder how long that will last?”
“Her pussy is so tight!” Aki said between clenched teeth. “I'm coming! Gah!”
Tiffany shuddered as his spunk filled her deeply. Aki pulled his member out of her and dabbed at his forehead with a white cloth.
“Whew, she wore me out,” he said, using the cloth to wipe his spunk and her pussy juices from his little cock.
“Oh, come on,” Tiffany said as he wadded the cloth and shoved it in her mouth. Using rope, he secured the gag in her mouth so tightly she thought her head would come off.
“I don't want Aki's sloppy seconds,” said the Irish man. He pointed at Roberta and grinned. “I'll take the hairy bitch.”
“Go for it, Cedric,” said Gray Hair. “Just remember we have to be out of here in two hours.”
“Won't take me that long,” he said with a grin.
“Yeah, it only takes you ninety seconds to come,” said Sid with a sneer.
“It's about quality, not quantity,” said Cedric. He grinned behind his big red mustache and stroked Roberta's hair. She turned her head to the side but didn't make a sound. “You ever suck dick, bitch?”
Roberta didn't respond, so Cedric grabbed her hair and forced her head back. She cried out in pain as he put his furious face right next to her own.
“Answer me, bitch!” he said. “You ever suck cock?”
Roberta tried to shake her head no, but she was held fast.
“I...no, I haven't,” she said in a miserable voice.
“Well, it's not that hard,” Cedric said, releasing her hair. “Just open your mouth and try to pretend you're a circus sword swallower. Oh...”
He grabbed her nipple and twisted it violently. Roberta came up off the chair as much as her restraints would allow and screamed as Tiffany struggled helplessly in her bonds.
“...and don't even THINK about biting me,” he said. “Or I'll have Sid pull your teeth out one by one. He's into that sort of thing.”
Tiffany regarded Sid with horror, and he noticed her attention. He smiled and blew a kiss at her struggling form, which made her all the more fervent to escape. Her efforts were futile, however.
Cedric undid his fly and pulled out a massive, uncircumcised cock. Roberta gagged just from the sight and smell of the thing. She shook her head no and silently wept as Cedric got a handful of her dark curly hair.
“Open wide, sister,” he said. “Lick the cum off the tip first.”
Roberta very slowly, reluctantly, thrust her tongue out of her mouth. She nearly retched when her pink muscle touched the drop of cum on his cock, but she dutifully licked it clean.
“Good girl,” Cedric said, stroking her hair. “Now take the whole tip in your mouth.”
Roberta did so as Tiffany turned her head away. Unfortunately, Gray hair knelt down next to her and pulled her into a sitting position. He forced her gaze toward the scene.
“Better take notes, my dear,” he said as Tiffany struggled against his surprising strength. She was forced to watch as Roberta performed fellatio on the muscular Cedric.
“Good,” Cedric said, eyes rolling back into his head. “Now suck it, NOT SO HARD BITCH—okay, that's better. Good...”
Roberta's eyes filled with tears, and she kept them tightly shut as she worked her lips and tongue over Cedric's member.
“Look at me, sister,” Cedric said. “I said LOOK AT ME.”
He twisted her nipple for emphasis, and Roberta opened her teary eyes and stared at her tormentor.
“Good,” Cedric said. “Good. Now take the whole length. I don't care if you choke, just take it!”
Roberta got most of his cock down her throat before she gagged uncontrollably. Cedric sneered, holding the back of her head with both hands as she struggled for air. When Tiffany was sure that Roberta was about to die, he released her to sputter and cough.
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“Don't spit my cum out,” he said, grabbing her mouth. “Swallow my cum!”
Roberta closed her eyes and swallowed, nearly retching in her disgust.
“Oh, god,” Cedric said, stumbling back. “She sucks cock like a heroin whore! You missed your calling, sister!”
“Enough,” said Gray Hair, releasing Tiffany to drop back onto the dirty floor. “Sid, you and Sven prepare these girls for transport. Aki, you're in charge of dressing the corpse in miss Williams's clothing.”
Tiffany broke out in new, terrified sweat. They were going to fake her death! No one would even be looking for her! She struggled fiercely, but all she got for her troubles were pinches from the ropes and derisive laughter from their captors.
Roberta got to go first. Sid grabbed her by the throat and squeezed until she gagged, eyes rolling back into her head.
“Easy, Sid,” said the apparent Sven. “Don't kill another one!”
“It's fine,” Sid said, grinning evilly. “I can still feel her pulse. Give me that harness gag.”
The big blonde Sven rummaged in the duffel bag and removed a leather harness ball gag. Roberta couldn't budge an inch as Sid shoved the ball into her mouth and quickly secured it with straps over her face and behind her head.
“Oh, is your hair in your eyes, bitch?” he asked mockingly. “Good!”
Sven and Sid released Roberta from her bonds. The girl struggled, but the outcome was never in doubt. They stretched her out on the floor and bound her wrists to her thighs with thick leather straps. More straps soon secured her at ankles, knees, thighs, elbows, and shoulders. Roberta screamed behind her gag and flopped like a fish as Sid forced a rubber hood over her head and zipped it up tight.
“Make sure those nose plugs are in,” said Sven. “We don't want another one to suffocate.”
“I got it, I got it,” Sid said. “Man, you nag like my mother used to before I drowned her in the bathtub.”
“You're sick, Sid,” said Aki as he gathered up Tiffany's clothes and exited the room.
“That's what they tell me,” said Sid with a shrug. He and Sven used cellophane wrap to mummify Roberta's naked body, then folded her in half and shoved her into a large suitcase.
With horror, Tiffany realized she would share the same fate. Claustrophobia ran deeply in her, thanks to an incident from her childhood where she'd been locked in a closet by her mean cousins. She fought like a hellcat, even managing to scratch Sid on the cheek when they untied her, but the two large men were more than a match for her. Tiffany found herself bound and gagged with straps just as Roberta had been.
She squirmed as much as she was able, but the awful rubber hood soon robbed her of sight and sound. For a time she couldn't breathe, and she panicked until someone—possibly Sid—shoved thin straws into her nostrils and she could finally get some air—barely.
Tiffany felt her body wrapped in the cellophane, each strand holding her more tightly. She felt a sharp pinch on her nipples, then a constant, awful pressure.
“Just a little something to keep you company,” she heard Sid's muffled voice say. Then she was shoved into a suitcase and left to suffer.
Chapter 4
Trapped inside the suitcase, Tiffany could only guess at what was happening outside. Her nipples ached terribly from whatever horrid devices held them captive, and she could barely get enough air through the straws in her nose. Worse, the cellophane and straps constricted her lungs, not allowing her to draw a full breath. She wasn't sure how long she remained in such a state. Surely, it was hours…
Weariness overtook her, but she was afraid to fall asleep. She was terrified she would stop breathing then. Part of her almost welcomed death as a release from her torment, but Tiffany wasn't ready to give up yet.
After what seemed an eternity, she felt the suitcase she was in deposited roughly on a hard surface. Dimly, she could hear the zipper being undone and she was extricated from the luggage.
The hood came off at last, and her sweating face soaked in the cool air with profound relief. For a time she was blinded by the sudden change in illumination, but gradually her new environs came into focus.
She was sitting on a red velvet sofa in what looked to be a posh study or den. Thick carpet covered the floor, and the heads of various wild animals adorned the wall opposite her. High arched windows revealed a sun that was either just setting or just rising; she couldn't be sure.
Next to her sat Roberta, still wearing her hood. Sid and Sven slit the cellophane binding Tiffany and released her from that bondage, at least. They undid Roberta as well, though both women were still gagged and bound with straps.
“Home sweet home, bitches,” Sven said with a grin. He was missing a tooth and had a slight German accent. “Neither one of you has had my great big cock yet.”
“And neither of them will at this time,” snapped Gray Hair from the room's only door. “Give them some water, let them pee and shit, and then prepare them for Initiation.”
“Yes sir,” said Sven. The door shut and Sid laughed.
“Yes, sir,” he said mockingly in Sven's accent.
“Shut up,” said Sven with a sneer. “What's wrong with showing your employer a little respect?”
“I don't respect anyone or anything,” Sid said with a shrug. “Come on, let's get these dumb cunts taken care of before they piss on the upholstery.”
Tiffany's gag was removed, and a bottle of water shoved up against her lips. She drank it greedily, sucking down the water so quickly the bottle collapsed.
“Slow down, honey,” Sven said, removing the bottle. He held the gag back up to her lips.
“No, fuck you!” Tiffany said, but Sid grabbed her hair and held her head back. Sven replaced the gag and buckled it on tighter than ever.
They repeated the process on Roberta, then released the straps on both girl's feet and legs. They were marched into a bathroom and Tiffany was placed on the commode. Gratefully, she relieved her bowels and Sid flushed the toilet. Sven wiped her bottom, almost gently, and stroked her cheek with his other hand.
“Good girl,” he said. Tiffany gurgled something obscene behind her gag and he laughed.
After Roberta had been allowed to relieve herself, both girls were marched into the hallway. It seemed they were inside an opulent mansion, with elegant wood paneling and beautiful tapestries hung on the wall. High, arched windows were interspersed every ten feet, revealing a gorgeous snow-capped mountain scene.
Tiffany scowled behind her gag. It was almost like she was being mocked, with freedom just on the other side of a pane of glass, and she was utterly powerless to reach it.
Sven walked behind the two girls, occasionally shoving them with a firm hand when they dallied. They passed a doorway on their right which stood open. Within they saw a large computer console and myriad TV screens. At first, Tiffany believed them to be security monitors, but with shock she realized there was a scene of perverted eroticism on every screen.
Sven grabbed both girls by their hair, which resulted in two things; Them squealing, and their immediate halt. He poked his head inside the room and spoke to the man behind the console.
“Hey, Richard,” he said jovially “how go the edits?”
The man turned around in his chair and smiled. His grin grew lewd as he took in the naked bodies of the bound and gagged girls. Tiffany tried to turn to the side and hang her head in shame, but it was a pathetic gesture at best.
“Just fine, Mr. Sven,” he said, twirling his greasy mustache. “Should have another film on the website by tonight. Are these some new starlets?”
Sven cackled and took both girls by the back of the neck. Roughly, he steered them into the dark room.
“Sure thing,” he said. “I forget what their names used to be. Barry says the blonde is an anal queen, so I guess that's her new name. The spic is a former nun.”
“That explains all the hair,” Richard said, staring at Roberta's crotch. “Oh well, Sweaty will take care of that.”
> “You know it,” Sven said with a wink. “Want to sample the merchandise?”
“Is the Pope Catholic?” Richard asked. He rose to his feet and approached the women. Tiffany glared at him as he fondled her nipples almost tenderly, like a lover. In spite of her rage, they hardened almost immediately.
“Oh, I like this one,” Richard said with a lewd wink “her eyes say NO but her nipples say FUCK ME PLEASE.”
Both men engaged in a hearty laugh while Tiffany reddened with humiliation. She gurgled behind the gag when Richard ran his hand between her legs and stroked her smoothly shaven labia.
“Mmm,” he said “so soft and wet, with just a little bit of nipple play. Can't wait to see how she performs on film.”
Tiffany tried to say 'fuck you' but only succeeded in drooling on herself. The disgusting line of slobber trickled down between her breasts.
“And this little hairy bitch,” said Richard “has some massive titties.”
Roughly, he groped Roberta's large melons, kneading the pliant flesh while the nun could only weep. Richard latched onto her nipples and squeezed until Roberta screamed behind the gag.
“She'll break easy,” he said, whistling his approval. “Like to look at her snatch once it's nicely shaved.”
“I'm about to drop them off with Sweaty,” Sven said. “She'll see to that.”
Tiffany arched an eyebrow above her gag. The idea that a woman would participate in this hellish nightmare was beyond belief.
Richard returned to his editing, while Sven roughly steered both women back out into the hall. Tiffany felt rising panic as she realized that they intended to use her in porno films. How could they be so disgusting, and ignore her basic rights?
All the way down the hallway, Tiffany kept trying to wake up. It had to be a nightmare, it had to be! Things like this just didn't happen in reality…
Sven steered them around a corner and through a set of double doors. Their bare feet padded on cool, polished marble. Again, Tiffany was struck with just how elegant and beautiful the surroundings were. They passed a few sets of closed doors, some of which had sounds coming from within. Sounds that seemed an awful lot like sex…
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