Emily gurgled incoherently through the gag. Rhonda and her companions laughed.
“You’re going to get a blinder pretty soon,” the woman on the left side said as she rummaged for something in her oversized purse. “But we want you to see the gifts we have for you first...like this, for example.” She held up another cruel-looking device that looked only vaguely like a fully enlarged cock. It was rough and had wart-like blisters on the exterior, a thick spear-like head and must have been at least eight inches long. “Imagine this going up your nasty little front hole,” Rhonda said, taking the dildoe from her companion and rubbing it over Emily’s face, capturing tears and saliva as she did so. “The trick for you is to take it all without my having to unstrap your legs. We always try it that way first. If not, we’ll find a way, but sooner or later, you’re going to have this lovely faux dick deep inside.
“Ngooooo,” Emily whined through the gag. “Nggnnoooo. EEEEzzze..”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby. I’ll bet you’ve had bigger ones in there, right? Probably up your ass as well,” chatted Bea casually, still squeezing and manipulating the girl’s breast and now working on the already hardened nipple. As Rhonda slowly eased the massive dick into the dark slot between Emily’s legs, her companion snapped a spring clamp onto the girl’s left nipple. The shriek that followed caused even Cat to quickly look over her shoulder, convinced perhaps that the two in the back were murdering their charge. Emily was thrusting her hips about on the seat, which was exactly what Rhonda wanted. With each upward jerk and the resulting plunge downward, Emily inadvertently drove the waiting dildoe deeper between her now spread lower lips and into the seeping, reluctant cave of her crotch. But the nipple clip stayed in place and the tension on the nip was such that for the moment, all of Emily’s attention was directed towards her mashed tit. By the time she recovered enough to know what else was happening, the damned rubber dick was halfway up her sex cave and starting to make demands of its own. Emily was sweating, even though the interior of the auto was a comfortable, air-conditioned temperature. Her ass rose and fell on the seat; her wet butt slapping the seat’s tanned leather nosily as she tried to free herself from the straps that held her to the seat.
“Let’s do the rest,” Rhonda said still pressing the dildoe deeper and not meeting as much resistance as she expected. “I want to get this fucker in there so we can do her ass as well.”
“Of course,” said Bea, pulling the front of Emily’s jacket wide open, exposing what both women at once saw was an excellent rack that obviously needed no bra to support or emphasize it. “I know someone who is going to be very happy with these,” she added, handing the twin mounds and snapping a second spring clip on the right nipple. The expected howl from their pinioned captive resounded inside the Audi and Cat, keeping her eyes still on the winding road, shouted: “Shut her up, please. I’m, trying to drive and this road is Hell.”
“Sorry, Cat, Honey. I was just making the nips on this bitch symmetrical, ha, ha.” Bea laughed, tweaking one clip and then the other while Emily bounced up and down in the seat, rising and falling as she dug her red patent high heels into the auto’s plush carpeting in order to get leverage.
In the next two minutes, the two kidnappers managed to settle their charge in the back seat. The girl, still sobbing, was limp and no longer resisted. All of her clothing had been cut off except the leather jacket, which the women removed one arm at a time. Emily’s feet, still in the red patent shoes, were now held wide with straps that went to the luggage tie-downs beneath the seats. Her arms remained strapped behind her, but now with the forearms parallel to each other and the wrists bound to the opposite elbow. The collar and seat head rest remained mated and she was blindfolded as well.
Her gag was unbuckled, the over pad removed and the fat mouth plug slid out so that they could offer her a drink of water. As Emily drank greedily from a cup, Bea grabbed her nose, held it tightly as Mille inserted a much bigger gag bulb into Emily’s gasping mouth. Her teeth fit neatly into the groove around the base of the rubber bulb and the wide strap went behind her collared neck and was belted tight. The second muffling pad, covering her face and cheeks from the base of her chin to just below her nose, which fit into a slot in the pad, was added over the bulb gag and this too buckled tight behind her head.
Emily was silent, exhausted. The huge dildo was lodged fully up inside her sex and her pantyhose were torn away except for small portions remaining around her ankles. Her skirt too was gone, cut away by Rhonda who said she had no further use for it. The same fate was applied to the girl’s torn blue blouse and so she was now displayed, despoiled and naked, with nipples clipped, on the back seat of the speeding car; blind, gagged and no longer able to move more than raise and lower his buttocks against the seat, conveniently driving the dildoe further up its new home passage.
“We have one more...well, actually, two little gifts we need to give you before we arrive at our destination,” Bea said. “You can help us and it will go easier. What do you say, Emily?”
“Ummmph,” was Emily’s only reply and it was suppressed into little more than a groan.
“Okay, Miss Emily May,” Rhonda said. “We do it our way. Raise your butt. Do it,” she shouted into the girl’s ear while twisting the left nipple clip.
Slowly, with effort, Emily strained to bring her ass up a few inches above the seat and Rhonda, ever ready, placed a large, greased butt plug directly under the girl, sliding it quickly up and down the ass crevasse until the slightly pointed end of the plug seemed to lodge in the destination location. Trying to avoid the plug, Emily held the up-thrust position and was rewarded by feeling the point of the plug make an initial penetration into her tightly clamped back door. It was only a matter of time before her muscles gave out and the girl slowly settled, the plug forcing its way into her ass, despite several up and down attempts to avoid or dislodge it.
“Good girl,” Bea cried as Emily finally settled back into the seat and Rhonda nodded in the affirmative that the plug was now in its new home. “Had one of those in there before, huh?” asked Bea, smiling at her co-conspirator.
“Looks and feels that way. And it’s no small dick either,” Rhonda added, running her hand under Emily’s ass and checking to make sure the greasy thing was totally locked into place with only the flat base remaining outside the girl’s rectum.
“Now, as I was saying,” Bea added, turning on the small reading lamp next to her head and looking through the contents of Emily’s purse and wallet. “Emily May Willis, twenty-two years old, born in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania. What an odd name for an American city. King of Prussia?”
Emily gurgled behind the double gags.
“Your passport is good for another six years. By then, you might be able to go back home...if you behave. Once we get to go through your luggage and find out why you came to Spain, we’ll be able to design a perfect cover for your disappearance. Do your missions well and you could go home a lot richer than you are today, even with two fat pricks up inside you,” she laughed.
With Bea’s help, Rhonda fitted the metal chastity belt around Emily’s waist, adjusted the size down an inch or two and then ran the crotch band up between the girl’s spread legs, locking it in front and making certain that both false cocks were being pressed home by the belt and band combination. As Bea finished, Cat pulled the car over into a roadside parking area, shut down the motor and reached back over the front seat, surveying the situation.
“You were kind enough to leave me the scraps, huh?” she said, getting out of the car, opening the rear door and switching places with Bea.
“Yeah, well, you know, we were having fun,” Rhonda said, pointing to Emily’s impaled crotch and the shining metal belt. “We left the rest for you and you’ve got at least two more hours of playtime while I catch some sleep. Try to keep her quiet and not wake me up.”
“Of course, your fuckin’ highness,” said Cat. “Tell you what, you go up and get into the front seat and leav
e Miss Willis to me for awhile.”
“Okay. Sure,” said Rhonda. She was out of the car and back in the front seat before Bea started the car and pulled them back on the road that led west.
“Now,” said Cat quietly as she settled in and brought out yet another small fabric bag, placing it at her side and stroking Emily’s tormented breasts which still bore the terrible spring clips. “Let’s take those awful things off, one at a time for max effect, and then we’ll see what these monster tits need.” She removed the right nipple clip slowly and watched fascinated as Emily, as exhausted as she was, struggle and brace while circulation slowly returned to the crushed nipple.
“We’ve got plenty of time, Honey, so let’s both sit back and enjoy the ride. When I’m ready, I’ll finish you off so that Mister B will really appreciate your assets.” Knowing the girl could not see what she was doing, Cat laid out her equipment on the seat next to her, tweaking a set screw here and a wing nut there, getting ready to outfit her new toy with some special training gear.
“This auto is well equipped for this kind of ride,” Cat said as she adjusted the rear seatback until it lay flat, making the right side of the seat into a flat, upholstered bench. She pushed Emily over onto the new area and adjusted the girl’s position so that her legs were folded up under her and she knelt on the seat, facing Cat, her pendulous breasts jutting out towards Cat because of the strict elbow straps on her arms.
The nipple clamps were a kind of preliminary treatment, Emily,” Cat said. “Now we’ll get down to the real thing, the N and K arrangement.”
In the front seat, the other two captors giggled loudly, knowing what was coming.
“Rhonda, show this slut what she’s going to get,” Cat ordered.
“Ah, come on, Cat,” Rhonda whined, turning back to face forward in her seat.
“Show her. I’ll remove the blindfold,” Cat pressed. “It’s always better when they know what’s coming.
Slowly, reluctantly, Rhonda turned on her seat, opened the front of her shirt all the way down to the belt and thrust her left breast up and over the seat back, aiming the ringed nipple at the still blindfolded face of their captive. Cat unstrapped the blindfold and allowed Emily to stare directly into Rhonda’s ringed nip, the thick, stainless steel ring impossible to not be seen. Strapped and secured as she was, poor little Emily thrashed about on her seat, trying to back away from the exposed tit and tossing her head in protest.
“Yeah. Yours will be just like that, Honey,” Cat crooned. “These are cutting rings, I’ll have you know, so there won’t be any messy piercing or cutting with a needle or scalpel. But I am going to make sure that every little nerve in your tits feels it as the cutting rings drill their way through that nice, soft, nipple flesh.”
Emily was frantic. The short experience with the brutal nipple clips was more than enough to convince her that the thick, heavy rings Cat now displayed on two fingers of her right hand could not possibly be placed on her nipples. But Cat was already adjusting things so that her amateur surgery could take place while the car sped west and Bea and Rhonda chatted casually in the front seat as if nothing at all was going on in the rear of the Mercedes.
First, Cat used another of her boundless supply of long leather straps to fasten Emily to the seat under her legs. The handy luggage tie-down fittings made this easy. Three straps later, Emily was firmly fastened to the newly created flat, upholstered surface under her legs. One strap held her already bound ankles hard against the former seat back. Another went from the floor fitting over her thighs and was buckled tight across the very tops of her legs. The third strap held her legs just above the knees. Cat used more straps on the girl’s shivering torso, placing one broad strap above her now well abused breasts and a second one below them, an arrangement that squeezed the tormented tits between the straps and forced them even further out thrust. Once this was done, with Cat tightening all of the ratchet buckles so that the straps made deep indents on Emily’s soft thigh flesh, Cat slipped a loop of thin wire around Emily’s left nipple and pulled it taut by connecting it to the headrest behind Bea. Emily howled and screamed into her gag, but the sounds were well muffled and Cat proceeded to wire the right nipple in the same way.
“And now,” Cat said with great drama, “the accessory you have been waiting for.” She produced a new and wider leather posture collar which she fastened around Emily’s neck, carefully lacing up the back opening and tightening each of the many straps until the girl’s face was upturned and staring at the roof liner of the car. From a heavy D ring on the back of the collar, Cat again used wire to pull Emily’s head back even further and secured the wire to another luggage staple on the floor of the car’s now exposed boot. As Cat tugged on the neck wire, the nipple wires grew even tauter. Emily screamed and wiggled, but could do nothing to prevent this new and awful nipple stretching bondage from being completed. From there, it was a small matter for Cat to open the first cutting ring and place it on the extended nipple of Emily’s right breast and then release it slowly, grinning as she watched the strong imbedded springs drive the ring’s sharp needle points into pink nipple flesh and seeing the distress and horror in Emily’s contorted face. The ring’s strong internal spring finally forced the needle pointed ends through the flesh where they mated and snapped closed. There was a muffled clicking sound as the ring fully closed, squeezing a bit of skin and blood free from the closely machined junction of the ring’s two sections.
“You will note, Emily, dear,” Cat said, having to speak loudly to be heard above the girl’s continued screaming, “That once the rings lock, as this one just did, the only way you will ever get them off is to cut the nipple itself, use a cutting torch or bolt cutter on the rings. We do not endorse any of these techniques, so it is best that you simply leave the new rigs in place and let the piercings heal.”
While she did this, Cat adjusted the second ring and, using the same special, pliers-like tool, allowed the spring-loaded needle tips of the ring to slowly take their small bite of nipple on the other breast. A thin trickle of blood ran down the base of each breast and the pinioned girl continued to yell ineffectively into her gag while the other occupants of the car engaged in meaningless prattle.
“Let’s leave her that way while the rings set in,” Bea said over her shoulder. “By tomorrow, she’ll be ready of the N&K set up while she gets her initial indoc.”
“Okay, I guess I can wait,” said Cat, feigning frustration and disappointment at not being able to apply her special form of abuse then and there. “Tomorrow it is, but then we can also get the pussy rings in as well. Just wait until the next time you go through an airport metal detector,” Cat laughed. “They’ll strip you down to your skin and then find our rings. That will be fun.”
Emily alternately sobbed and howled into the mouth-sealing gag. She bit down hard on the inserted plug and tasted leather and rubber. She tugged ineffectively at the restraining straps and the wires holding her transfixed in the back seat of the Mercedes. This wasn’t at all the vacation in Spain that she had so meticulously planned.
Chapter Twenty Five
The N&K Treatment
Boot licking was just another obligatory demonstration of
total subservience and submission.
“N&K,” Emily was told, “stands for nipples and knees,” Cat said this as she sat in a comfortable, well-upholstered chair on the far side of the oak paneled library in the Manor house. Crouched on the carpet at her feet was poor Emily. It was three days after her initial meeting with the three vicious kidnappers and Emily was certainly the worse for wear. At the moment, she was kneeling at Cat’s feet, slowly licking her mistress’s black riding boots with her dry tongue. She was, of course, both as a matter of convenience and house policy, totally naked. Her ankles were chained close together and her arms were crossed and chained with similar cuffs behind her back. The wrist cuffs were joined to the shackles with a short chain that would have, even if her other restrains were not in place,
kept her kneeling or, worse yet, in a bowed position with arms and legs rigorously drawn back. But what assured that she stayed in this onerous kneeling posture were the cuffs just above her knees that were joined by a single padlock to her heavy nipple rings. Her thick steel collar was secured to the floor ring allowing just enough slack for her to continue her boot licking exercise.
Emily was being trained just as her predecessors and present companions in the Manor House were. She was, in the opinion of those who managed the entire courier enterprise, doing quite well. Once those two characteristics were deeply imprinted in the trainees, they moved on to learning the more subtle nuances of robbing bank couriers without leaving a trace. Business was good. Sex slaves were always in demand and the enterprise that produced both courier thieves and female sex submissives was thriving.
Exhausted, but without thinking, Emily suddenly ceased licking. The riding crop, poised over her lovely and already well-marked ass, fell again. Three heavy strokes with much of Cat’s body weight behind them landed precisely, one on each trembling globe and one in the center crack intentionally tweaking the protruding ring that joined the inflated butt plug Emily wore. As each stroke landed, Emily howled. For effect, Cat repeated the three strokes. Then she stood and administered three more vicious swipes, so hard that she broke the well-used crop in two.
“You damned little fuck. You broke my crop,” Cat screamed. “Take this end in your hopelessly worthless mouth and crawl around the perimeter of the room until I tell you to stop. If you stop before you are told, or if you drop the crop, I’ll use the horse whip on your sorry ass. Now get going.”
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