Tiffany struggled to speak over the gag in her mouth. She managed to say something close to thank you though it came out like ank oo.
“That's better,” Barry said, releasing Roberta. He turned to the cameramen. “That's a wrap, boys. I have to get these ladies back to their cells.”
As she and Roberta were led from the room, bound gagged and hurting, Tiffany fought the bitter tears hard, but still they came.
Chapter 7
Wakey, wakey!”
Tiffany rolled over onto her bound arms and stared sullenly up at Sven's face. The big Swede was standing in the door of the cell she shared with Roberta, dangling a large duffel bag from one hand.
She was hogtied, her wrists crossed and bound then buried between her shins, which were bound to her fused elbows. The night before Aki had bound her for a film (in which she played a teacher who'd been caught by naughty 'students' like Barry) and the Asian man was so impressed with his work he decided he couldn't bear to undo her. To make matters worse, her breasts were wrapped in rope so tightly they pulsed and throbbed, darker purple than the head of the cock she'd been forced to swallow again and again.
She gurgled behind her ring gag as Sven came into her cell and crouched down beside her. On the metal cot, Roberta stirred, rolling away from both of them. The nun seemed to be despondent; her will broken again and again by the horrible men holding them captive.
Tiffany hated the stupid nun. If it wasn't for her, she wouldn't have to keep doing disgusting things like sucking cock and eating pussy. On the other hand, the nun was clearly suffering and Tiffany still felt that slight tingling in her chest, as if there might be someone whose problems mattered as much or maybe even more than her own.
“Guess what day it is,” Sven said, his rancid fish breath making her gag. “It's the day of your funeral. And guess what? You're going!”
Tiffany's eyes widened. Were they going to kill her at last? She wished she could be unafraid, since her death would mean the end of suffering, but panic rose in her chest in spite of herself.
“Everyone wishes they could attend their own funeral,” Sven said, untying her ankles and releasing her from the hogtie. “But not everyone gets to! You're so lucky!”
Once her arms were untied, Tiffany tried to fight the big man, but her arms were numb from their long confinement. Plus, Sven had muscles of corded steel and could have forced his will on her in the best of circumstances. He managed to slip rubber mittens over her arms and strap them in place on her biceps, then force her into a wheelchair in the hall.
Tiffany's wrists were strapped behind her, and a rubber sheath soon imprisoned her legs as well. Sven played with her pussy while she squirmed furiously to escape.
“You're not going anywhere, sweetie,” he said with a grin. “I'm the master of rubber bondage. Now, open wide!”
Tiffany didn't have any choice but to open wide, because of the spreader gag in her mouth. Her eyes widened and she groaned in alarm as Sven shoved a rubber phallus deep in her mouth.
“This is a pump gag,” he said, displaying the rubber handle used to inflate it. “If I pump it up all the way...”
His hand went into a frenzy of action, and the bulb in her mouth expanded wider and wider until she realized it was extending down her throat, cutting off her air. Sven laughed as her struggles took on new desperation, but she couldn't escape.
“Here,” he said, letting the tiniest bit of air out of the gag. “There, now you can breathe, ja?”
Tiffany glared at him. How she hated these fucking perverts! If looks could kill, she would have struck him dead in that instant.
Sven laughed and detached the rubber hose from her gag. To her chagrin, it stayed inflated. The agony was almost unbearable. Tiffany squirmed in her seat as Sven approached with a rubber hood. He forced it over her head, the slick confines drawing new waves of claustrophobia from her.
At least she could see...for a moment. Sven chuckled as he zipped her eyeholes shut. He forced something else over her head, and she was barely able to suck in enough air to stay conscious.
“There we go,” he said, his voice seeming distant. Something was wrapped around her body and she felt the chair rolling along. She knew when they reached the stairs only by the way her chair was bumped up each step.
She could dimly hear the car door slam as she was bundled into a vehicle of some sort, probably a van, still strapped to the chair. The ride lasted for hours, and she would pass out from extreme boredom only to awaken gasping as her airway closed. She tried to struggle, to notify someone—anyone—of her plight. Surely they didn't want her to die!
After a miserable ride, she felt herself being taken out of the van and down a ramp. Sven took off the overmask and unzipped her eye holes, and she stared blinking at a mirrored image of herself.
“Don't you look pretty,” Sven said sweetly. He was dressed as an orderly in green scrubs. She herself was swaddled in blankets, and with her limbs bound appeared, except for her head, as a sickly and scrawny invalid in a wheelchair. Sven fixed a gray haired wig on her head, and placed an oxygen mask over her face.
“There we are,” he said “now no one will be the wiser.”
He rolled her out of the hotel room and into the street. Tiffany strained against her bonds, frustrated beyond belief that she was right there in public—right there, under the watchful eyes of passerby and traffic cameras, and no one knew of her plight. Her eyes looked up at Sven with impotent fury.
“I know,” he said teasingly, patting her on the shoulder. “It must be so difficult, to know that all you'd have to do is shout for help, or get up out of that chair and run. But you can't, can you? All you can do is sit there and struggle to breathe.”
They rolled past a row of parked bicycles. Tiffany knew where they were, they were back in New York. Quite near the Autumnal Bliss graveyard, where her family had a plot…
Sven rolled her down the black pavement, stopping when they reached a crowd of people. Tiffany squealed behind her rubber gag, but barely a whimper escaped. Sven patted her on the head and spoke kindly.
“There there,” he said, pumping up her gag a bit more until she was near passing out. “It'll be all right. We'll get you back to the hospital in no time.”
Sven nodded at a gray haired man in a black suit and tie, and with a start she realized it was her father. Her father, right there, inches away, and she couldn't alert him in any way. Tears poured out of her eyes as Tiffany struggled against her rubber bondage.
“Did you know my daughter?” her father asked, scrutinizing Sven's face. “I don't recall seeing you.”
“No,” said Sven “I was just bringing Ms. Jenkins here to see her late husband.”
Sven put on a face that seemed almost sympathetic.
“I'm sorry to hear about your daughter,” he said “if you don't mind, could we just stand here for a bit? Your party is blocking access to her husband's grave.”
“Of course,” said Tiffany's father, eyes welling up with tears. “I'm sorry to be in your way.”
“Think nothing of it,” said Sven. “We all must grieve, Ja?”
“Yes,” said her father, who moved back into the throng. Tiffany's heart broke when she saw her mother, face streaked with tears. And there were her friends from college, and her Grandfather, and cousins and distant relations…
Her service was brief. The family pastor said a few kind things about Tiffany, generic things that made her blood boil. It was as if he were looking for nice things to say. Had she really been such a total bitch that no one could find anything nice to say about her, even at her own funeral?
Tiffany wailed and struggled to get out of her bonds all the more when her mother suddenly fainted. The crowd moved in on the fallen woman to assist, and Sven wheeled her around, taking her mother out of view.
“Time to leave, princess,” Sven said mockingly. “Man, that was great. Your mom was all like 'wah wah my daughter is dead-thump!' Funniest shit I've seen in ages.”
/> I hate you, thought Tiffany. You're so cruel. How can anyone be so cruel? They wanted to make her suffer, both physically and mentally.
Once they were back to the hotel room, Sven took her out of the chair and removed the sleeve from her legs. The skin was reddened and covered in sweat, and Sven ran his hands all over her shapely limbs.
“We have a few hours before I have to take you back,” he said softly. “You don't mind if I fuck your pussy a little until then, do you? Just say no if you don't want me inside you.”
Sven made a show of holding his ear close to Tiffany's pump gagged mouth, grinning as she seethed.
“No? Didn't think so.” Sven undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. His massive cock pressed against her pussy lips, and Tiffany turned her head to the side.
“No, I don't think so,” Sven said smugly. He grabbed one of the rings on her rubber hood and forced her to look at him again. “I want to stare into your big, pretty blue eyes while I rape you. I want to see it when you cum from my massive Swedish penis, ja?”
Tiffany groaned as he forced his girth between her cunt lips. Sven's cock slid into her pussy slowly, hampered by the fact that she had little natural lube. She'd sweated all the moisture out of her body on the long car ride. It hurt, and Sven made it worse by grabbing her by the tits and slamming his hips into her own in a rapid tattoo.
“Ja!” he said between grunts. “Take that, bitch! Never had a cock this big before, have you? God, I think I'm gonna buy you once Boss Man decides you're old news. In about a thousand films or so he'll get tired of you.”
Sven raped Tiffany for hours, flipping her over to take her ass when he tired of her pussy. The tender orifice didn't want to let Sven's massive purple headed warrior in, but with some shampoo from the hotel bathroom he was soon lubed enough for entry.
“You're gonna gape after I pull out, bitch,” he said snidely. “You'll be dropping shit for days out of your massively extended asshole, ha ha!”
Tiffany's eyes rolled back into her head. All the heavy breathing had her near passing out, and she could still only barely get enough air to keep conscious. Eventually she lost the battle, and her world went dark.
She awoke some hours later, lying on her side in the cell she shared with Roberta. Her arms had been bound behind her with plastic zip ties, and her mouth was gagged with the ring gag she usually wore overnight. Roberta shifted on the cot next to her and moved her gagged face close to Tiffany's.
Their voices were garbled, but they managed to understand each other well enough.
“R u ookee?” Roberta gurgled. Are you okay?
“Ah gegg,” Tiffany answered. I guess.
“Am srry,” Roberta said, tears in her soft brown eyes. I'm sorry.
“Ot ur fal, duhass,” Tiffany said back. Not your fault, dumbass.
“Ur stho purty,” Roberta said with a sigh. She rolled on top of Tiffany and rubbed her knee on the pussy Sven had so recently pounded. It felt weird, but nice in a way too.
“Sop it,” Tiffany said. Stop it. But she didn't want Roberta to stop. In sudden relief, her hips shoved themselves into the other woman's in a desperate search for release. For some reason, she wanted Roberta to touch her, to make her feel good if even for a little while.
Roberta shifted her position enough that her bound hands reached Tiffany's pussy. She pried the lips open and stroked Tiffany's clit expertly, drawing a shivering orgasm out of the bound blonde woman. Undaunted, Roberta continued her ministrations, sliding her fingers into Tiffany's oily canal.
Once Tiffany was covered with sweat and panting through her ring gag, Roberta got up on her knees and moved her shaven snatch right over Tiffany's mouth. Eagerly, Tiffany stuck her tongue out and licked the smooth labia, probing around for that oversized clit she'd become so familiar with recently. The Latina screamed out an orgasm past her own ring gag and Tiffany's mouth and throat were flooded with a gush of juices. She blinked the stinging fluid out of her eyes and stared up with affection at the Latina nun.
I've got to get us out of here, Tiffany thought. I have to tell my mom and dad I'm okay. I have to get Roberta to safety. No one should have to live like this, not us or the other women I can hear whimpering all up and down the hall.
Tiffany resolved then and there that she would not be broken. She would escape and make sure these monsters faced justice.
She just wasn't sure how.
Chapter 8
Road trip!” shouted Big Dick, startling Tiffany and Roberta into wakefulness.
The big black man elbowed his way into their cell and stared down at them with a lewd glint in his eye. Already the bulge in his pants was swelling, and Tiffany knew all too well where it was likely to end up.
“I've been assigned to get yo hos ready for your big day in the sun,” he said, rubbing his hands together eagerly. “Just wait until you see what I have in store for you.”
I can hardly wait, Tiffany thought sullenly. All the horrors of the past weeks had turned her somewhat numb, and she was aghast at how used she was becoming to being bound and gagged almost twenty four hours a day.
Dick snapped his fingers and two blond haired blue eyed white men bustled into the cell. They had large black leather suitcases and armfuls of leather bondage gear. Tiffany rolled her eyes. She HATED being zipped and laced up in those awful binders. They were so hot!
Dick dragged her up from the cell floor by her hair and shoved his fingers without preamble into her pussy. Tiffany just let it happen, allowing herself to become aroused enough that the juices would flow. It was far less painful that way. She barely grunted when Dick licked her face with his big, stinking tongue.
“Hurry up, honkies!” he snapped at the two men unloading the gear. Dick spun Tiffany around so she was facing away from him and cupped a hand under her chin.
“Take a look at this,” he said, his cock rubbing against her ass. “I want you to see what's gonna happen to you in a minute. This shit is fucking clever!”
First the white men unbound Roberta's wrists and even removed her gag. The Latina nun wept silently as she was forced to her knees and her arms drawn up behind her. A leather sleeve bound them in place, right on top of each other at right angles. With her fingers covered, there would be no way she could reach the buckles and straps that held it in place.
Next, they strapped her ankles to her thighs, then sheathed the bound limbs in a leather sack. Her pussy was still exposed due to the design of the restraints. Tiffany saw why a moment later when they shoved two plugs in her, a big thick one for her pussy and a thinner beaded one for her ass.
“Lithium battery,” said Dick, mauling Tiffany's breasts with his free hand. “Won't run out for days.”
The vibrating plugs were turned on and Roberta threw her head back and gasped. Since her mouth was open anyway, the men used the opportunity to shove a long cock shaped gag halfway down her throat. Roberta gagged and choked as they buckled it in place with straps crisscrossing her face and head. Dick laughed as the men added tight alligator clamps to both of Roberta's nipples and attached vibrating eggs to the ends. The last thing Roberta saw was a rubber hood which was forced over her gagged head and locked in place with a padlock.
The men weren't done. They lifted Roberta up and placed her in one of the suitcases. Using straps built into the side, they buckled her into place and zipped it shut. Dick used a padlock to hold it fast and put the key in his pocket.
“For safekeeping” he said, yanking Tiffany's head back by her hair. “You're gonna be in that suitcase for fourteen hours, bitch. Fourteen motherfucking hours, with your pussy and asshole getting vibed and choking on a rubber cock. How that make you feel?”
Tiffany glared up at him, forming obscenities over her ring gag. Dick laughed and shoved her over the cot.
“Get to it, you white bitches,” he said, jabbing his massive finger at the white men. Tiffany didn't bother fighting. She was so tired of losing.
After her arms were bound and the disgusti
ng, choking gag had been applied, Dick himself inserted her plugs. Unfortunately, he mixed up which one when where and shoved the smaller one in her pussy. That meant there was only one place for the other one to go…
Tiffany sobbed as Dick stuck his finger up her ass, working it around it small circles. With a lewd grin he pushed the head of the massive phallus against her anus, relishing the way she squealed.
“Oh yeah,” he said, smacking her naked buttocks. The impact drove the phalluses against each other and made her scream. “What's that, bitch? I can't understand you. Didn't you momma tell you not to talk with your mouth full?”
Dick shoved the rubber hood over Tiffany's head. She almost wished he hadn't lined up the nostril holes so well, so she might suffocate to death. Death would be preferable to this treatment, in spite of her vow the other day to escape.
As she was loaded into the suitcase, she became panicked. She couldn't take this dildo in her ass for fourteen hours, she just couldn't! Its hugeness stretched her until she was sure her insides would rupture.
Then there was the choking gag. If she relaxed her mouth and throat too much it would slip in even further, and in spite of her wish for death her autonomic responses kept her from swallowing it.
The vibrators buzzed in her crotch, causing another orgasm. Tiffany didn't even enjoy them anymore. At this point, it was just another form of torture, another way her captors controlled every aspect of her life.
There had been a time when she bucked against her parent's discipline. Looking back, she had been a total idiot.
And a total bitch. For some reason she thought of the maid at the hotel, who kind of resembled Roberta in a way. She had been so cruel to that woman, and the bellhop too. Was she paying for her sins? Had she actually died and ended up in hell?
It didn't seem likely. If she were in hell, her captors wouldn't go to so much trouble to hide her from the world.
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