Kidnapped Debutante in Bondage Hell

by Kristine Lichtlider

  “Scream, you dumb bitch,” snarled Sven. “Scream!”

  Tiffany turned her head away from the falling whip, peering past the twine binding her nipples to see Ichi's plight on the floor. Her eyes widened in spite of her predicament at the sight of Dick's massive member. It was over a foot long and nearly half that in girth, and seemed too large to possibly fit into the petite Asian girl's pussy. Nevertheless, Dick shoved the head against her glistening lips and chuckled.

  “Need me to take over for you, Sven?” he asked.

  “You're supposed to be native, Dick,” said Gray Hair with a hint of anger.

  “Oh, sorry,” said Dick. “I mean OOGA BOOGA BOOGA—you know, bossman, this movie is incredibly racist? Just saying.”

  “Just say the lines as written, Dick,” said Gray Hair with a sigh. “We're engaged in the business of kidnapping women and forcing them to star in pornos. Your huge paycheck should alleviate your conscience, yes?”

  “It does at that,” said Dick. He leaned over and kissed Ichi on the cheek, which caused the girl to sob. “Feel it baby? You know it's big...”

  Tiffany was forced to squeeze her eyes shut, not just because she didn't want to see Ichi get raped but because Sven was applying the whip to her flesh with new fervor.

  “Settle down, Sven,” said Gray Hair sagely “don't break the skin, she has to be ready to film another scene tomorrow.”

  “Sorry, Boss,” said Sven, wiping sweat off of his brow. “She's one tough nut to crack.”

  “Hmm,” said Gray Hair. “Since pain isn't doing the trick, why don't we use pleasure? See if you can finger fuck her to orgasm.”

  “You got it,” said Sven. Tiffany wasn't sure if she should be grateful that the whipping stopped. Sven's fingers pried her pussy lips apart as she swayed on her knees. She felt as if her nipples were about to be ripped right off her body.

  Tiffany threw her head back as Sven's fingers entered her. They slid along her greasy box, nestling deep inside until they reached her g spot. In spite of the pain she was in from nipples to knees, she couldn't fight the moan of pleasure that escaped from behind her foul tasting gag.

  “There we go,” said Gray Hair. “She's a natural slut. Now we'll get a performance out of her!”

  Tiffany's moans mixed with Ichi's as Dick pounded her tiny pussy. The Asian girl thrashed around a bit under his bulk, but could no more escape her ravishment than Tiffany could.

  Oh, how she hated Sven at that moment! She hated him for binding her, hated him for gagging her, but most of all she hated him for making her feel so awfully, terribly good…

  Sven began thrusting his fingers in and out of her snatch amid a wet sucking sound that humiliated her all the more. Her moans became grunts, then shouts, until finally she screamed at last as she reached a thundering orgasm.

  “Great job, Sven,” said Gray Hair, applauding.

  “What am I, chopped liver?” asked Dick between grunts. Tiffany watched, sodden and exhausted, as Dick's massive cock disappeared into the tiny Asian woman. She struggled to snort air through her nose, her breaths coming in gasps.

  “You're doing great, as always, Dick,” Gray Hair said kindly. “Grab her hair and pull her head back.”

  “You got it boss, I mean, OOGA BOOGA,” Dick said. He snatched a handful of Ichi's hair and pulled hard. The petite Asian groaned, eyes rolling back into her head, as Dick thrust all the harder. Her ass cheeks danced as his hips slammed into her own.

  Tiffany shivered from the aftereffects of the orgasm, and hated herself for the wave of disappointment she felt when Sven yanked his fingers out of her. She could take the pain, but being made to dance like a puppet on a string was too much to bear.

  “Cut,” said Gray Hair. “Hats off to our new actress Tiffany. Smile for the camera, baby.”

  Tiffany glared, helpless, bound and gagged.

  Chapter 6

  Tiffany, Ichi, and Roberta were dragged out of the movie studio by their leashes, forced to follow Dick and Sven in short, hobbled steps. They were led down a flight of stairs into darkness.

  Dick hit a light switch, and the smooth wood panel walls of the manor gave way to rough flagstones. It appeared as if they were being taken to a literal dungeon, and Tiffany clenched her bound hands in fear and anger at what atrocities she would be subjected to in this dismal place.

  They reached the bottom of the staircase and passed by a number of barred cells. In each one was a beautiful woman. All were naked. All were restrained and gagged in a similar manner.

  Tiffany stared at a plumpish black girl, arms bound in a leather sleeve behind her back. A wide ring gag forced her jaws apart, and her tongue danced inside her helpless mouth. She was standing next to a phallus shaped water spigot, trying to drink her fill. Another phallus hung on the wall next to the first, this one dripping something that looked a great deal like oatmeal. The girl also wore what seemed to be a leather chastity belt, but from the way she stood Tiffany knew there were dildos in both pussy and ass.

  She passed by over twenty cells, each on occupied. Along the way the two of them lost Ichi, as she was released from her rope bondage only to be bound in one of the sleeves. Her ring gag was clearly too big, but that didn't stop Big Dick from forcing in inside her teeth anyway. There was a loud crack and Ichi squealed, tears pouring out of her eyes.

  “Damn it, Dick,” said Sven. “You dislocated her jaw again. When are you gonna quit being lazy and walk upstairs to get the smaller sized gags?”

  “Don't fuck with me, fool,” said Dick menacingly. “Besides, who gives a shit. We can just pop it back in place tomorrow when we get her for the Schoolgirl scene.”

  “Schoolgirl scene?” asked Sven. “I thought we were doing an African movie or some shit.”

  “Man, the setting don't even matter,” said Dick. “No one cares about the story in a porno.”

  “Au contraire,” said Sven, drawing himself up. “ANYONE can tie up a naked chick and have sex with her. It's the true artists who add in flavor, plot, and character.”

  “Whatever, dude,” said Dick, dragging Tiffany and Roberta along. “Let's get these bitches in their cells for the night.”

  Tiffany's hands were untied. Immediately, she tried to fight her captors. Dick got a bloody lip and Sven a bent nose before they both pinned her to the floor under their weight.

  “Ducking Ditch,” said Sven, his voice garbled by his damaged proboscis.

  “No shit,” said Dick. “I think this bitch needs to be taught a lesson, don't you?”

  They slid the leather sleeve over Tiffany's arms and secured it in place with a padlock. Next, the removed her underwear gag.

  “You fucking bastards,” she said in the brief moment her mouth was free “I'm gonna—mmmph!”

  “Shut the fuck up,” said Dick, wrestling the ring gag in place. “You got them toothpicks in your pocket, buddy?”

  “Right here,” said Sven, pulling out a small box of dental cleaning tools. “What you gonna do to the bitch?”

  “Watch and learn,” said Dick.

  Spreading Tiffany's pussy lips with his large knuckled hands, Dick placed a toothpick between her labia. When her lips closed of their own accord, the sharp ends jabbed into her soft flesh. She gurgled out a drooling scream as Dick added another, and then another.

  “Gimmie those straps,” Dick said, indicating restraints sitting on the low, uncushioned cot.

  They used the straps to secure Tiffany's legs together side by side. The toothpicks dug even deeper, and she had no way to alleviate the pain. She thrashed around on the floor while they laughed.

  “Hey, dumb white slut,” said Dick, stepping on her nipple with the toe of his boot. Tiffany howled in pain and indignation. “How's that resistance doing ya?”

  “I dunno, buddy,” said Sven. “I don't think she gets it. Why don't you cram that massive cock of your down her throat?”

  “It won't fit through that little hole,” said Dick, shaking his afro bearing head. He suddenly grin
ned. “I got me an idea. Hey, white bitch. You a lezzy?”

  Tiffany glared at him, trying not to scream even though her pussy and nipple were in agony.

  “Don't wanna answer, huh?” said Dick. “Not sure if that means yes or no. Help me get the other bitch settled in.”

  The two of them released Roberta from her rope bondage, only to bind her in the single glove. The Latina nun offered no resistance, even opening her mouth unbidden to accept the gag.

  “Good girl,” said Sven, cradling her cheek like a lover. “I think I like this one.”

  “Yeah,” said Dick “she knows her place. Sit down on the cot, honey, and spread yo legs.”

  Roberta did as she was bade, somewhat awkwardly as her arms were bound. She plopped down on the cot and spread her legs widely. Dick rubbed her pussy softly, and Roberta stared at him as little moans escaped her throat.

  “I think I know what you're getting at, partner,” said Sven. He grabbed Tiffany by the hair and dragged her to her knees. The new position meant the toothpicks tortured her all the more. She was made to scoot along on her knees until her head was between Roberta's thighs.

  “Eat, bitch,” said Dick, shoving Tiffany's head into the soft, thick lips of Roberta's dripping wet pussy. Tiffany had never been so close to another woman's cooze before, and the musky scent nearly made her retch. Using the discarded rope, they secured her head in place, wrapping twine around Roberta's waist.

  “Have a good night, bitches,” said Dick, patting Tiffany on the head.

  They left the two women to their own devices. Tiffany couldn't see anything with her face buried in pussy, but she heard Roberta trying to apologize over the ring gag in her mouth.

  Tiffany wasn't sure how long they remained like that, but it felt like hours. Her knees and back were screaming in agony, so much so she nearly forgot about the toothpicks digging into her pussy. Almost.

  She actually felt a little bit of joy at the sound of footsteps outside her cell much later, and shifted in her bonds. Roberta moaned softly, and another geyser of pussy juice entered Tiffany's open mouth. How many times had the Latina cum last night? At least a dozen. Tiffany felt like a glazed donut, so covered in Roberta's ejaculate she was.

  “Hey there, pretties,” said a voice that gave Tiffany chills. It belonged to Sid. “Looks like you two had some fun last night.”

  He undid the rope from Tiffany's head, and she pulled away from Roberta's crotch as quickly as possible. Sid released her legs from the strap and dragged her to her feet.

  Sid slid his fingers into her pussy and encountered the toothpicks.

  “What the fuck?” he said, examining the pointed stick. “Sven's been stealing my ideas again. Oh well, hope it hurt.”

  He shoved Tiffany's face up to one of the phalluses on the wall.

  “Drink, bitch,” he said, forcing her gagged mouth over the metal dick. Tiffany choked as she was forced to take its entire length in. Her gag depressed a switch, and water oozed out of the end and down her throat. Though she swallowed some of it, most of the liquid ended up coming out her nose as she coughed spastically. When he pulled her off of it at last, she felt half drowned.

  Roberta was watered next, and Tiffany felt something she'd never felt before; Sympathy for another human being. She knew exactly how Roberta felt, gagging on the metal cock while water tried to inundate her lungs.

  Sid released Tiffany from the arm binder. She tried to fight him, but her limbs had long since fallen asleep due to their cramped position and all she could do was flail them about helplessly. He forced her down to her stomach on the metal cot and put a knee in her back.

  “Gimmie those hands, bitch,” he said, pulling her arms behind her. He used a plastic ziptie to bind her crossed wrists together, pulling it so tight her fingers started to turn purple. Sid flipped her onto her back and rudely shoved four of his fingers into her pussy. There was no lube, natural or otherwise, and she gurgled out a protest.

  “Shut up,” he said, annoyed. He pulled his fingers out and stuck them in her forced open mouth. Tiffany's eyes rolled back into her head as he triggered her gag reflex and the precious little water she'd recently ingested came gurgling back up.

  “Fucking cunt!” Sid said, slapping her so hard he busted her lip. “You fucking puked on me! I know you did it on purpose!”

  He snatched up her left nipple in thumb and forefinger and pulled hard. Roberta tried to say something, possibly a protest, but all she could do was drool on herself and stare miserably at Tiffany.

  Sid used another ziptie to ensnare her breast, pulling it tight and releasing her nipple. The tortured melon began to darken and swell, and Tiffany wondered how they would get the plastic tie off when it was so terribly tight.

  “Let's make these a matching set,” he said, tying her other breast in a similarly painful way. He reached into one of the pockets on his cargo pants and withdrew a set of fierce looking alligator clamps. Tiffany shook her head no as he rubbed her nipple with his free hand.

  “Yeah, you know what these are, don't you cunt?” he asked with a lewd grin. “Boss man don't like me using these because they can tear the skin, but he ain't here, is he?”

  Tiffany screamed, chest rising and falling as both her nipples were snagged by the alligator clamps. Sid chuckled at her plight. It hurt so much! The blood trapped in her bound melons made them all the more sensitive, and it was only getting more painful.

  “That should teach you to puke on me,” said Sid. He turned his attention to Roberta and suddenly slapped her viciously across the face.

  “And as for you,” he said menacingly “I fucking HATE nuns. I went to a Catholic school and all they did was bust my hands with a ruler for pulling dumb bitches hair and calling dumb bitches what they were; Dumb bitches.”

  Roberta wept as Sid grabbed her clit tightly. The oversized organ bulged between his fingers, and Tiffany feared it might rupture. When Sid pulled another zip tie from his pocket, Roberta sobbed loudly and Tiffany growled in anger.

  The zip tie went around Roberta's massive clit and Sid secured it. Roberta's eyes went wide, her breaths shallow and fast as panic overtook her.

  “Sucks, don't it bitch?” Sid asked. “Your nerves are screaming 'get us away from this painful danger right away!' but you can't move. Nothing you can do but take it.”

  Sid rose to his feet and retrieved the leather leashes from their respective hooks. He snapped the leashes into place on their collars and dragged both girls to their feet.

  “C'mon,” he said, turning away from them “you're wanted in Wardrobe. Gonna fit you bitches with your school uniforms.”

  He leered at Tiffany's naked body, and reached out to flick her nipple clamps. When she hollered in pain he laughed all the harder.

  “You look the part, bitch, being just barely eighteen,” he said. Sid turned his gaze on Roberta. “You, though, have such big cow tits that you'll never pass for a student. We should make you a teacher or something. Big man should listen to my story ideas, god dammit. I should be running this place, not doing all the grunt work.”

  Sid yanked them along, and Tiffany stubbed her toe on the stairs as she was dragged past the other cells. In one of them Aki was shoving his cock into the plump black girl's gagged mouth, hands clamped around her head.

  “Hey Sid,” he said as they went past. “Great day for it, huh?”

  “Shut up you little slant,” Sid said. “I'm not your buddy or your friend.”

  “Kinda figured that out,” said Aki as his eyes fluttered. He released his jizz into the ebony girl's mouth and sighed, “There you go, honey, a protein shake to start your day!”

  “God what an asshole,” Sid said as he led the two girls back to the main floor of the manor. “Can't believe boss man keeps him around, just because he's good a fancy knots.”

  Sid led them back up the hall they'd come down the night before and past the studio. He knocked on a nearby door and opened it in the same motion.

  “Here's your slu
ts,” he said, shoving both women to their knees.

  Tiffany sighed in relief as Sid's footsteps retreated, but then she focused on her new plight. Barry stood there, holding up a short plaid skirt before her eyes.

  “Think this is your size, honey?” he asked mockingly.

  Tiffany glared. Of course it wasn't her size; anyone wearing it would be baring their ass or their underwear just by walking, let alone bending over. He forced her to her feet by grabbing one of the clamps and lifting. With a smirk, he tugged the skirt over her thighs and around her waist.

  “Guess you need the top,” he said, fingering the clamps. He yanked hard and pulled them off her nipples. Tiffany nearly passed out as blood rushed back into her tortured nipples.

  Barry put a shirt on her without untying her. The shirt had Velcro closures which made the operation simple. He tsked at Sid's bindings and used a length of twine to bind Tiffany's elbows together. She squealed when he took out a knife, but he only used it to cut the zip tie off her wrists.

  “Damn it, Sid,” he said with a sigh. “Gonna damage our actresses.”

  Barry used more twine to bind Tiffany's wrists once more. It was uncomfortable, but not actually painful, and she almost felt gratitude towards him. Then she remembered that Barry was the one who'd kidnapped her in the first place and she growled in rage.

  “Oh, you and what army?” he said with a sneer. Barry turned to regard Roberta. “Damn, did he put one on your CLIT? That's mean even for Sid.”

  Barry grabbed the zip tie around her joy department and grinned at her.

  “You might want to take a deep breath, sister,” he said to the nun “cause this is gonna hurt like a mother fucker!”

  Tiffany closed her eyes and turned away, but she had to listen to Roberta's scream of agony.

  “There we go,” said Barry, like he was comforting a small child with skinned knees. “That's better, isn't it? I don't know what you did to make Sid mad, but you'd better mind your ps and qs with him. He's put more than one girl in an early grave.”

  Roberta was dressed in her own schoolgirl outfit, and then Barry slid thigh high stockings up their legs. Then he removed Tiffany's gag and sat her down in a straight backed chair.