Kidnapped Debutante in Bondage Hell

by Kristine Lichtlider

  Sven stopped them at a heavy oak door and shoved them face first against the wall. He pressed his body atop Tiffany's, his erect member straining to escape the thin confines of his dress pants. Sven moved the shaft between her butt cheeks, and Tiffany groaned in misery.

  “Sweaty is gonna loooove you, little prissy bitch,” he whispered in her ear. Suddenly he seized her earlobe with his teeth, grinding her soft flesh between his incisors.

  Tiffany struggled, but her efforts were useless. The most she could do was pound her bare foot against Sven's shin, which produced nothing more than laughter on his part.

  “You're a fighter,” he said, releasing his hold at last. “I like that. Just wait until I get you to myself during your training.”

  Tiffany bit down hard on the rubber ball invading her mouth. Indignity after indignity, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

  Sven opened the door and ushered the two women through it. Tiffany saw what appeared to be a spa lounge, with comfortable chairs and a whirlpool tub. However, Tiffany. couldn't recall ever seeing spa chairs with leather restraints attached. The room's one window was open, and a cool blast of air tickled her nude skin and raised goosebumps.

  A woman turned to face them in a rolling office chair and fixed them with a cold stare. In spite of herself, Tiffany shuddered. There was something so...alien about the expression on her face, almost like a praying mantis in a garden. It was so disconcerting that it overwhelmed her obvious beauty. Flowing blonde tresses were held back in a ponytail, pulled away from her thin boned, almost angular face. Her nose was slightly upturned, and perched above thin lips stained with modest red lipstick. She stood up and adjusted her white lab coat.

  “And who do we have here?” she asked in a thick accent.

  “Two new recruits, Ms. Svetlana,” said Sven in a very respectful tone. Tiffany looked back at him and noticed that he seemed quite nervous. “I'll leave them to your care, if that's all right with you, of course.”

  “Da,” said Svetlana, motioning toward the door. “I'll call you when they are ready.”

  Sven bowed—actually bowed—and left the room in a hurry. Apparently, she was not the only one frightened of this Russian woman.

  Svetlana closed the door behind him and walked around both women slowly. She touched Tiffany's restraints and tsked.

  “Sloppy,” she said, tugging on the straps. “Too much give. Don't worry, I fix.”

  Tiffany felt her hands being freed and her heart leaped in her chest. The straps came off of her body as well, and she considered bolting for the door.

  Something in Svetlana's manner made her pause. She had the feeling that if she made a break for it, she would be in a world of hurt. Almost gently, Svetlana ushered her into one of the chairs. She secured Tiffany's wrists to the arm rests using the attached restraints, then carefully undid the harness gag.

  “Where am I?” Tiffany demanded as soon as the gag came out. Svetlana clapped a powerful hand over her mouth and hissed.

  “Quiet,” she said harshly. “I only removed your gag so I can work on your face. Not so you could speak. You understand?”

  Tiffany was stunned by the strength in Svetlana's hands. She knew with certainty that the Russian woman could break her jaw just by squeezing. With effort, Tiffany nodded.

  “Good,” said Svetlana. She released her hold on Tiffany's face and cupped her chin, moving her face this way and that. Svetlana grunted softly.

  “Good lines,” she said to herself. “Your skin is lovely, but could improve. Apricot pit scrubs every day for the next week, and you'll need your eyebrows threaded.”

  Svetlana roughly groped Tiffany's large bosom, kneading the flesh with expert movements of her powerful hands. Tiffany forced herself to be silent, fearing the Russian woman greatly.

  “All natural breasts,” Svetlana said in approval. “That's good. The boys tend to tie them so tightly, the fake ones will burst. Then I have to do surgery, and I HATE do surgery.”

  Tiffany shuddered. The idea that she could just have her body violated with surgical tools was just another horror she couldn't bear to think about.

  “Don't be scared,” Svetlana said, almost kindly. “You too valuable to do permanent damage to, da?”

  Tiffany couldn't suppress a frown, and Svetlana laughed.

  “You don't like to be seen as property. I understand...better than you will ever know.”

  Svetlana's gaze grew distant, and Tiffany wondered what trauma there was in the big blonde Russian’s past.

  “At any rate,” said Svetlana, shaking off her reverie “you had best get used to being a toy for men. It is how rest of your life will play out. Deal with it and move on.”

  “Never,” Tiffany said through gritted teeth. She flinched when Svetlana cocked her head to the side.

  “Such spirit,” Svetlana said with a sigh. “You will not break easy. That is unfortunate...for you.”

  Svetlana threaded Tiffany's eyebrows, a process which was slightly uncomfortable but not altogether painful. The Russian touched up Tiffany's hair color with some amber highlights and then knelt between her knees, brandishing a straight razor.

  “Don't worry,” she said when Tiffany groaned in alarm. “I never cut your skin, only your hair. Hold very still...”

  Tiffany was humiliated. Only at the gynecologist office had she been subjected to such a thorough examination of her genitals. Svetlana prodded, poked, and peeled Tiffany's labia back, lathering them up with lavender scented shave gel. The touch of the blade on her skin terrified her, but Svetlana had steady hands and soon her cunt was even more smoothly shaven than before.

  Svetlana went to work on Tiffany's legs next, which had sprouted stubble in the last two days. If Tiffany were so inclined, she would recommend the Russian to any Beverly Hills spa one could care to name.

  “There,” said Svetlana, releasing Tiffany from the chair. “Now you are ready. Turn around, please, and put your hands behind your back.

  Tiffany reluctantly obeyed. Svetlana used smooth, silken rope to encircle Tiffany's waist, then secured her wrists to her back. The knots were tight but not painfully so. A few turns around Tiffany's elbows ensured that she would not free herself without the aid of a sharp knife...if she even could then.

  “You so good,” said Svetlana “I give you something to take your mind off things, yes?”

  “Don't bother on my account,” Tiffany dared to say. Svetlana laughed.

  “Your pretty mouth get you in trouble,” she said. Tiffany sighed as Svetlana held the ball gag up to her mouth, but dutifully opened wide and allowed the Russian to stick it in place. Her gag reflex took over, but Svetlana strapped it in tightly anyway.

  “You get used to it,” she said casually. “Now, for your little distraction...”

  Svetlana walked away from Tiffany and opened a drawer near the window. Tiffany nearly fainted at the sight of dozens of dildos, vibrators, and plugs. Svetlana selected a medium sized pink one with little flanges on the ends.

  “This my favorite,” she said, approaching Tiffany. She spread Tiffany's labia with one hand and gently worked the device into her pussy. Tiffany gasped behind the gag, feeling her cunt getting wet in spite of herself. Using some more of the silken rope, Svetlana secured the vibrator in place. The remote control she tied to Tiffany's inner thigh, well out of reach of her bound hands.

  “Here,” said Svetlana “I switch on for you.”

  Tiffany nearly collapsed as the vibrations began. Her legs felt rubbery, and sweat broke out on her body. It felt so good. So awfully, terribly good…

  “Here, have seat,” said Svetlana, pushing Tiffany onto a straight backed wooden chair. “Relax and have fun while I take care of hairy little Latina girl.”

  Tiffany watched as Roberta was secured to the chair. Svetlana had to shave the girl's pussy with two different razors, so hairy it was. Roberta sobbed silently, tears pouring down her cheeks, as her naked labia were revealed to the world. Her lips were quite thi
ck, and her clit was so large it seemed almost a tiny penis.

  “You are built for sex,” Svetlana said. “What did you do before you start this new chapter in life?”

  “I was... I am a nun,” Roberta said softly.

  “Boshi Moi,” said Svetlana shaking her head. “Your God has abandoned you, yes?”

  “Maybe not,” Roberta said, jutting her chin outward. “Maybe he's put me right where I need to be to help his children.”

  “I wouldn't bet on it,” said Svetlana. She finished shaving Roberta's legs and then released the nun from her chair. Using more of the soft, silk rope, she secured Roberta's hands behind her back in a similar fashion to Tiffany's.

  “I give you something nice, too,” she said, rummaging around in the drawer of sex toys. When she came back with a huge black plug, Roberta tried to run for the door. Svetlana crossed the room in two long strides and blocked her path.

  “Why run? I try to be nice,” she said, grabbing Roberta by the ring on the back of her gag. “In that case, I put it up your ass instead.”

  Roberta squealed as she was bent over a stool and Svetlana spread her ass cheeks. The dildo pressed up against her dark ring of muscle while Svetlana added lube.

  “I work it in gently,” she said, sliding the dildo deep. “See, not so bad, yes? Better in pussy, but some girls like the ass play.”

  Svetlana felt up Roberta's freshly shorn twat and her fingers came away wet.

  “See? You like.” Svetlana secured the dildo in Roberta's ass with more rope and switched it on. The Latina's eyes rolled back into her head, and she could barely stand as Svetlana dragged her to her feet. Using a cell phone, Svetlana called Sven and ordered him to retrieve the two girls.

  Sven appeared a short time later, bearing a plastic bag in his hands. Tiffany's blue eyes focused on what was inside, which appeared to be dog collars and leashes.

  She grunted in frustrated humiliation as Sven buckled the collar around her neck. It was tight, but not so tight she couldn't breathe. Roberta got one as well, though hers was red in color as opposed to Tiffany's black one.

  Sven snapped the leashes on the ring in front of their collars and turned away, dragging the two girls behind him. All Tiffany could do was stumble after him, fighting hard not to orgasm from the thudding vibrator in her pussy. Judging from Roberta's wheezing grunts, she was in the same boat.

  “Now,” he said without looking at them “the time has come for your first filmed scene. I'm sure you'll make me proud.”

  Tiffany tried to curse, but only choked on her gag.

  Chapter 5

  When the door swung open and revealed the 'studio,' Tiffany's eyes became as wide as dinner plates. The room had been decorated to resemble a safari scene, with animal skins hung on the wall and various African artifacts set up neatly around the walls.

  What her eyes couldn't tear themselves away from was the Asian girl face down on the floor. Her arms were bound behind her shoulder blades in a cramped position that didn't seem possible without fractures, and her naked ass and pussy were thrust into the air. A black nimbus of hair covered her face, but from the gurgling sounds she was making it was apparent she was gagged.

  A large black man stood nearby, wielding a many bladed whip. With relish, he struck the Asian girl across her naked buttocks, grinning ear to ear at her squeal. Tiffany tried to back up out of the room, but Sven held her leash tightly.

  “Big Dick Patterson,” said Sven. “Why are you beating that little chink girl so hard?”

  “Because I'm paid to, you big blonde dumbass,” said Dick, striking the girl again. “Besides, look how her pussy is just dripping. She loves this shit!”

  “Cut!” shouted Gray Hair, unfolding himself from a canvas backed chair. “Dammit, Sven, didn't you see the light was on? Now we'll have to re film the scene. You don't mind, do you Ichi?”

  He directed the question at the bound Asian. woman on the floor. She lifted her head and pleaded behind the red rubber ball packing her mouth.

  “I didn't think so,” Gray Hair said with approval. “Oh well, now that you've got them here, you might as well put them to work.”

  Sven nodded. He tugged Tiffany forward, and she struggled to walk awkwardly with the vibrator thudding between her legs. Roberta grunted and squealed, nearly falling over when Sven pulled her in. The Latina’s face was streaked with sweat, and her breaths came in ragged gasps.

  “I think she just came,” said Sven with a laugh. “And Dick hasn't even unzipped his fly yet!”

  “All in good time, my man,” said Dick, grabbing his crotch. Tiffany stared at the massive bulge in his pants, which seemed almost like a joke it was so large. Slowly, she ran her gaze up his chiseled abs and focused on his taut, handsome face. A cleanly shaven head reflected the bright stage lights overhead.

  “How do you want them, Mr. Director?” asked Sven, nodding toward the two bound girls he had on leashes.

  “Hmm,” said Gray Hair, stroking his chin. “It's supposed to be a woman captured by a primitive culture, so that leaves the leather bondage gear out. Let's work with some rope.”

  Sven dragged the two girls over to a wide, flat bench which bore multitudes of rope. There was thick rope, thin rope, cotton rope, silk rope, and rope of different colors. The sheer variety stunned her.

  Tiffany felt the gag loosen and drop from her mouth. She sucked in air gratefully and glared at the men operating three distinct cameras.

  “You can't film me,” she said “people will recognize me! My grandfather will—”

  Sven clapped a meaty paw over her mouth while Gray Hair laughed.

  “Honey,” he said condescendingly “if you saw Scarlett Johansson in a porno, you'd KNOW it was just a look alike.”

  He turned toward Sven.

  “Has her funeral been scheduled yet?” he asked.

  “Not yet,” said Sven “the police just found her badly burned 'body.' We've pinned it on a drifter with Schizophrenia, so I'd imagine the funeral will be in three days or so.”

  Gray Hair nodded. He pointed toward Tiffany.

  “Gag her and frogtie her, then put her next to Ichi.”

  “With what?” Sven said, shrugging his shoulders. Tiffany struggled against his grip, but she was helpless. “You said no bondage gear.”

  “Hmm,” said Gray Hair. Light dawned in his eyes. “Are you wearing your thong underwear today, Sven?”

  “Ja,” Sven said, grinning. He released Tiffany, who glared at him sullenly as he doffed his trousers, revealing muscular legs and a cock nearly as large as the bulge in Dick's pants. Sven slipped out of his blue, sweat stained underwear and wadded them up. When he grabbed a handful of Tiffany's hair, she shrank back in fear.

  “What are you doing?” she asked indignantly.

  “Whatever I want,” Sven said with a leer. He shoved the foul smelling underwear in Tiffany's mouth, wadding it behind her teeth and causing her to gag. Using a bit of fine twine, he tied it tightly into place. Tiffany felt the cloth tickling the back of her throat, and spastic ally tried to free her hands. Sven slapped her lightly on the face twice, as if she were a favored child who'd done something clever.

  “Taste good, honey?” he asked with a smirk.

  Tiffany glared. All the men in the room laughed.

  “She's not gonna break easy,” said Dick. “You can tell that just by looking.”

  “Yes, but that's hardly a problem,” said Gray Hair. He grinned as Roberta screamed out another orgasm behind her leather gag. “That one, though, is already broken to her new role.”

  Roberta was forced to kneel on the floor, and Tiffany was shoved to her knees beside her. Sven grabbed her nipples and pulled until Tiffany fell over on her side, then folded her right leg so her ankle was flush with her buttocks.

  “Hold still, you stupid slut,” he said, using a length of stout rope to bind her leg in that position. Tiffany struggled fiercely, so fiercely that Dick had to pitch in to help bind her other leg in a similar fashion.<
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  “Damn, this white bitch is a little Hellcat!” Dick said.

  “That's a good stage name for her,” said Gray Hair. “We'll bill her as Hellcat, the girl who won't submit...but gets tied up and fucked anyway.”

  Tiffany was forced up to her knees. Sven pinched her nipples hard, playing with the pliant flesh while Dick gathered up some of the thin twine. Working in concert, they bound the twine around each of her nipples, the extra length trailing onto the floor. Tiffany shook her torso fiercely, but the ropes wouldn't dislodge. Her nipples started to turn purple, and ached terribly from the pressure.

  Dick threw the two strands of twine over a heavy support beam roughly seven feet above the floor. With a grin he hoisted on the rope until the slack was gone.

  Tiffany squealed behind the gag as her nipples were tugged upward. Dick kept going as her breasts rose into the air, until she was forced to balance on the point of her knees. Now her legs were in as much or more agony as her nipples. Her hands clenched into fists behind her sweaty back as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly and screamed behind Sven's underwear.

  “Great scream, baby!” said Gray Hair. Tiffany opened her eyes to glare at him in fury, and she nearly retched as he was playing with himself. “God, she looks so hot in that predicament.”

  “Kinda hard to fuck her when she's like this,” said Dick, rubbing his chin.

  “So fuck Ichi,” said Sven. He took the whip out of Dick's hands. “I'll flog this little beauty, leave some nice marks on her skin.”

  Tiffany shook her head no in fury. They couldn't whip her like she was one of Grandpa's race horses! It wasn't right!

  Sven ran a hand down her tortured tits, then slid it over her stomach until he reached her pussy. He finagled the vibrator out of her twat without undoing her crotch rope, which was a painful and uncomfortable process that had her gurgling behind her gag.

  Tiffany shut her eyes tightly as Sven's arm drew back. When the first lash struck her belly, she tried not to scream, so as not to give them the satisfaction. She was unable to stop a throaty grunt from escaping her gagged mouth, but as the blows fell harder and faster she didn't scream.