‘What?’
‘I know that you’re going to tie me up again and the chains look very hard and painful, can you use rope please.’ She gazed at him and he looked at her, shaking his head as he moved forwards. He padlocked the end of the chain to one of the metal rings and passed it over her body, threading it through the other ring. She yelped in pain as he pulled it tight and he looked at her.
‘Shut up or I’ll gag you again!’
‘Sorry,’ she whispered and he continued to use the chain to fasten her to the table, each pull made her more helpless and she occasionally allowed herself the tiniest and most pathetic of whimpers.
‘Why are you doing this?’ She asked as he chained her thighs.
‘What?’
‘Why have you brought me here David?’ The binding process paused as he looked at her. ‘Are you going to kill me?’
‘How did you know my name?’
‘I heard you talking; my iPod ran out of charge about ten minutes before you took my blindfold off.’ She raised her head and looked at him. ‘I’m sorry.’
He shrugged and continued fastening the chains, however his movements were harder and the chains grew tighter and Portia realised she may have played that particular card a little early. Still, she could handle this – and perhaps she could use it to her advantage,
‘I won’t tell anybody,’ she stared at the ceiling.
‘I know you won’t!’ He pulled the chain so that her stomach churned with the pressure and then he fed the length around so that it crossed her ribs.
‘David, why are you doing this?’ She had managed to force some tears from her eyes, the pressure of the chains across her ribs was helping. ‘I’m chained up and helpless, so I’m not going anywhere – please tell me. Have I done something to you in the past?’
‘No,’ his voice was flat, emotionless.
‘Then why have you brought me here?’ She paused, waited for a moment. ‘Why have you brought us here?’
‘Why do you think we brought you here?’
‘I think you brought us here to kill us and I don’t know why.’ He was close enough now that she could see his face and he was looking at her out of the corner of his eye. ‘I’m right aren’t I?’
‘Yes,’ he admitted in a tone that was so quiet it was almost a whisper. ‘You’ve been brought here to die.’
She moaned and forced more tears from her eyes. David moved away and pulled a rope and a curtain above her was opened. She had assumed it was a skylight but it was in fact a mirror – she could see just exactly how well bound she was. The chains were applied in a way that could almost be considered a work of art. It was quite a disconcerting, almost nauseating sensation being able to see her full reflection above her. She turned her attention to David.
‘Why do you have a mirror on the ceiling?’
‘We like for the people on the table to feel included,’ he looked at her. In truth he had no idea why Maddy had insisted in getting them installed but she had her quirks and he had his.
‘You said people,’ Portia added a little more strength to her voice.
‘So, what if I did?’
‘Maddy calls us ‘it’, you don’t.’ Portia paused. ‘May I ask why that is?’
He looked at her and then looked away. ‘I’ll gag you again!’
‘Please – I would rather you didn’t,’ she lowered her voice. ‘I won’t ask any more questions, I promise.’
‘Good,’ he sighed a little and sat down, his leg was throbbing like a bastard and he felt stupid for letting his guard down. He had known that two women would add to the complexity of the task but he had thought that they had planned it so well. However this blonde bitch was unsettling him to an enormous degree and even now when she was bound in enough chains to restrain four people he still didn’t trust her.
Perhaps the most disconcerting thing was the fact that he couldn’t stop looking at her; She was absolutely gorgeous, her skin was pale but not unhealthily so and her body was shapely, firm and tight. He let his hand drift down to his crotch as he looked at her. The way the chains pulled at her limbs and torso was frighteningly erotic. He wasn’t so bothered about the huge amount of restraints they used, which was another of Maddy’s stipulations. He wasn’t stupid and he knew they needed to secure the women that they brought here, but he sometimes thought that all the ropes or chains that his wife used bordered on overkill. He would have been happy tethering their hands and feet, but he had no real objections to what his wife wanted.
Not really.
However the way that Portia (the blonde he reminded himself, her name doesn’t matter) looked as she lay on the table was incredibly sexy. It was almost as though she were wearing them rather than being bound by them. She turned her head and looked at him, her blue eyes almost shimmering under the light.
‘Please don’t kill me.’
‘Shut up!’
‘I have a little brother and it’s his birthday next week. He’s going to be ten and he’s having a party.’ Her eyes filled with tears. ‘Please don’t kill me.’
‘I said shut up,’ he stood up and looked at her.
‘David, I won’t tell anyone what you did,’ she nodded a little as if to convince him of her honesty. ‘I won’t say a word if you let us go. I’m sure I can convince Katie to be quiet too.’
‘Fucking Hell,’ David turned and grabbed a roll of duct tape from a shelf; he pulled a length free and then tore it off. He knew that while films and television showed this to be an effective gag that in reality it wasn’t but it would maybe stop her from talking for just long enough to give him some time to think.
‘Please,’ she began, but he slapped the tape across her lips and pulled it tight against her cheeks. He could see the contours of her lips strain against the shiny material.
‘I told you to shut up!’ Portia wasn’t looking at his face now; her eyes were looking at the bulge that had gathered against the leather of his trousers. He wanted to punch her for making him feel this way but as he began to turn away, to hide his arousal she raised her eyes to gaze into his and his heart missed the tiniest of beats.
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CHAPTER NINE
Katie ran through the night, the mist and cooling air was beginning to hurt her lungs and she knew that the fact she had a gag tied tightly in her mouth was causing shallowness to her breathing that wasn’t helping her escape. She stopped and glanced over her shoulders – although there was a gloom behind her she couldn’t see anyone pursuing her but she knew that they wouldn’t just leave her to escape. Her feet were burning, the ground had taken their toll on them but she needed to keep moving. She began to panic and knew that the fact she had stopped running had given her time to think – if those perverted bastards caught her again then she would not get another chance and they would kill her. She had absolutely no idea how long this track went on for – she could potentially be a hundred yards away from the main road or she could be a thousand miles – the mist and darkness had robbed her of any sense of perspective. Her hands were getting numb with the ropes that bound them together and she knew that if she remained like this, then her chances of making an effective escape were minimal.
A flash of light behind her caught her attention and she turned to see car headlights illuminating the gloom, the road behind her had twisted around so the vehicle wouldn’t be in a direct line of vision for a moment and if she somehow managed to get off the road then she would have a better chance. On either side of her there was a small stone wall and Katie decided to clamber over one of them as best as she could. She was an athletic girl. Acting was her first love, but for a while her career options had also included track events. She had been good at a number of them and although hurdling had not been her strongest event, she had not been bad at it. She ran towards the wall to her left and launched herself over the wall; it was only around three and a half feet tall. However doing this with her hands pinioned behind her back took most of her balance and her back foot caught
the wall as she jumped, she lost her full momentum and landed on the ground behind the wall. The ground was soft and muddy, there must have been enough rain in the preceding days and the ground hadn’t quite managed to dry out. The landing was undignified but not particularly painful and the large poncho that they had put on her protected her from most of the mud itself.
She could hear the car engine approach and moved through the mud, her feet and legs skidding as she tried to maneuver herself as close to the wall as she could. As she huddled against the hard stones, the car drove past and she held her breath, willing it not to stop. A palpable, almost magical sense of relief swept over her as the sound of the vehicle receded into the night. She still stayed as quiet and still as was possible for a moment. The hard edges of the stones digging into her back. This wall was not cemented, it was a succession of stones built and placed in such a way that they used their own shape and weight to hold together. She looked at the stones closest to her face and saw that there were a couple that seemed to have pointed, sharp edges.
Katie needed to get the gag off and these stones presented a possible solution, though it was one that was not going to be the most pleasant of experiences. She took a deep breath and leaned her cheek as close to the stones as she could. She pulled her face up and felt the stone catch the cloth that was wrapped against her head. She grunted as she raised her head in as straight and sharp an angle as she possibly could and the gag shifted but didn’t come loose. She lowered her head and opened her mouth as wide as was possible, pushing the cloth as far out as her tongue could manage and repeated the movement. The nerves in her face screamed and tingled with pain as the stone scraped against her flesh and the gag caught again and shifted but did not come free.
She repeated the process another five or six times, each movement hurting her face, scraping or tearing at the skin but eventually the material of the gag frayed and split. She spat the cloth from her mouth and moved round so that her back was to the wall. She felt along the surface with her hands and eventually found a shard of flinty rock that seemed as though it may be sharp enough to use the edge to potentially saw through the ropes. She paused and thought for a second, it had taken long enough to get the gag free so to saw through hemp rope would potentially take longer and whichever of her captors was in the car would soon realise that she could not have gotten so far and they would turn and come back to look for her. She also understood that with her hands tied her escape would be continuously impeded and it seemed to make sense to at least try. This track was long enough that it would still take some time to search and if her hands were free she could fight back. The man and woman who had brought her here didn’t look particularly tough or adept at fighting back so in the end the idea of getting her hands free won. She gritted her teeth and began the painful and slow process of sawing through the ropes, her flesh and bone uncomfortably close to the sharp stone.
Maddy cursed as she drove along the narrow track. Ahead of her, the headlights of the car were illuminating the bank of mist to the point that it was like driving through a solid curtain of light. There was no way that the brunette could have made it this far. The cottage was two miles from the main road and she had set off after her less than three minutes since she had run. The worst thing about the track was that it was too narrow to turn until she reached the end of it and she was basically committed to driving along until she got there.
She was furious, angry at the fact that David had allowed a tied up and gagged girl to escape and furious at the fact that she hadn’t suggested moving them one at a time. That would have been the sensible thing to do but she had been so in thrall of the promise of what they were going to be able to do to these two objects that her logic had been effectively bound and gagged by her desires. The fact of the matter was that none of the women that they had brought here had tried to escape before; There had always been a real sense of broken acceptance in each and every one of them. They had all submitted to the bondage and torture with quiet resignation and had gone to their graves without any real attempt to fight back. She had wondered why that was for a long time and had developed a theory over the months that the women were stupid. Not particularly academically stunted, neither of them liked that type of victim. They liked smart and beautiful women as it always seemed more exciting to have someone fully capable in normal life in their power but it seemed that as soon as they had their immediate fates mapped out, they all gave up the ghost of hope and lay there in chains as David and Maddy visited degradation upon degradation onto them. She usually ended up hating them for their lack of imagination and spirit In most cases, it had been her that had delivered the killing blow. This brunette though, it was different, it had hurt David and had made an escape and Maddy decided that she wanted to keep this one. It was true that it would be punished severely when she caught up with it, but the idea of somehow managing to keep it alive and in bondage for weeks (months) was exciting and immensely impractical. The cottage was too far away to pay daily visits, and there was no way that they could take it back home and keep it tied up in their attic or garden shed. However it was maybe something to think about for the future.
She drove along, slowly so that the car would avoid the potholes that riddled the track and thought about the blonde one. It was disappointing her – physically it looked exactly right, pale blonde hair, fantastic body, immensely appealing eyes but it had just been too submissive. The blonde had no fight anywhere in its soul and Maddy had almost lost interest in it. Anything that she did would be accepted and the eyes would remain soulless and dull even when reflecting the agony of a sharp blade being applied to its breasts. However, this weekend had been planned in infinite detail and the plans meant that she would be forced to play with the blonde while David would play with the brunette. They had brought two this time so they could play simultaneously and Maddy felt sharp pangs of jealousy claw at her soul at thought of what David would do to the brunette and what wonderful, powerful responses he would get.
The car reached the end of the road. There was a large widening of the road next to the entrance and Maddy used this to do a three point turn and start driving down the road towards the cottage. It was all academic really because if the brunette somehow managed to escape, then they would be fucked. She swore again as she drove down the road towards the cottage.
Katie’s hands were slick and wet with blood but it had been worth it as the ropes were almost sawn through. She felt a sense of elation surge through her as she felt another strand snap under the onslaught of the flint. She pulled her hands apart and the rope had been loosened enough that her hands came free. She smiled to herself and then looked at her wrists; There was blood everywhere and when she touched her cheek she felt the slick wetness of blood there too. A thought struck her, if she managed to get to the road then the chances of anyone stopping for a blood soaked wild haired woman were slim – the absurdity made her laugh a little bit. She shook her head and realised that there was a frightening element of hysteria in the laughter. She needed to calm down and keep some level of cool if she wanted to make her escape. She looked around and saw that there were some branches lying beneath a tree ahead of her. She moved forwards and picked one up. She turned and looked to the road and saw the car headlights heading back towards the cottage.
‘Right,’ she hissed quietly. ‘Let’s see what happens next.’
Maddy drove down the road. She slammed on her breaks as she saw the Brunette standing in the road. The bitch had managed to get its gag out but still had its hands tied behind its back. It was looking lost and in shock and Maddy felt a pang of disappointment; Maybe she had been wrong – maybe this one was just like all the others. Maddy glared at it for a second and then picked up the kitchen knife from the passenger seat and got out of the car.
‘Where the fuck did it think it would go?’ She snapped as she walked towards the bound brunette. ‘Did it think it would find someone to help it? Does it think that we are stupid?’
‘I’m
sorry,’ the brunette looked at her with wide eyes, the blood on its cheeks vivid in the illumination of the car headlights. ‘Please, don’t hurt me – please I was scared!’
‘Not as scared as it’s going to be when it gets back to the shed!’ Maddy smiled maliciously, saddened but somehow satisfied by its fear and compliance. She took another few steps forwards and saw that the brunette was moving quickly, the poncho floating with impetus. Maddy felt something hard connect with the side of her head and then a darkness swamped over her that left her mind reeling and she fell to the ground.
The next thing she knew she had the cold hard edge of the kitchen blade at her throat.
‘Listen to me – you are going to get back in the car and you’re going to drive me to the nearest town!’ The brunette said in a voice that was edged with venom and hatred.
‘Am I now?’ Maddy managed a smile.
‘Yeah,’ the brunette looked at her. ‘Get on your fucking feet and don’t think that I won’t use this knife on you!’
Maddy knew from the expression in her eyes that she would slash and stab at her if she didn’t comply. She also knew something that the brunette didn’t so this wasn’t quite going to turn out the way it obviously wanted things to. ‘I believe you.’
Maddy got up and they walked towards the car. ‘Get into the driver’s seat!’ Katie said her voice still low and as Maddy climbed in she climbed into the seat directly behind her. Within a moment the knife was back at Maddy’s throat. ‘Right, I want you to turn the car round and drive away from the cottage.’
‘The road is too narrow,’ Maddy reasoned.
‘You’ll manage, now do it.’
Maddy turned the car round in what, if either had counted would probably have taken around twenty turns of varying degrees. Maddy put the car into first and put her foot on the accelerator.
‘Remember, if you drive too quickly or brake too hard then this knife is through your damned throat!’ Katie said from behind and Maddy nodded, hoping the darkness was hiding her sly smile.
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