by Paul Blades
Jack pulled the girl down one of the aisles. There were various sex aids: dildos, ticklers, masturbation aids, a blow up doll and more. Picking up a basket, Jack advanced to the aisle proffering bondage and discipline goods. He saw what he wanted right away. It was a six inch long, thick black prong connected to a leather belt. He picked a package off the shelf. Next, he selected a leather gag with straps that went around the back of the head. This too had a prong. Jutting out of the inside was a five inch long, rubbery, yet firm, model of a circumcised penis. He put it in the basket. Next, he selected four black leather bracelets with soft, fuzzy interiors and rings on the outside and a matching collar. He selected two sets of chains, one 18” long and the other about 6”. Finally, he picked out a bag of small locks that all worked off of the same key.
He dragged her by the arm back to the checkout counter. The clerk processed the items nonchalantly, barely looking up at them. Jack paid cash.
Carly was shocked at the man’s selections, knowing full well that they were intended for her body. She wanted desperately to run outside the store, but knew that she would probably not even make it to the door. Once the man paid, “With my fucking money!” she thought, she made ready to go back out to the car. He grabbed her arm and held her back. He pushed her so that she was about a foot away from the counter. “Bend over,” he ordered.
Carly suppressed a sob. She knew he was going to do something she wouldn’t like, something humiliating and degrading. She looked at the sales clerk whose interest had been captured by the man’s sharp command.
The man saw her hesitation. “I said bend over,” he repeated gruffly, a fierce determination on his face. “Or do you want me to get one of the whips they have on display here?”
She saw that he meant business. She knew that she had three choices. She could resist and get beaten, and then probably do what he wanted anyway, or run and get a bullet between her shoulder blades. Or, her third choice, she could just comply. The store clerk was looking at her like he was anticipating a show and clearly had no sympathy for her predicament. Of course, he did not know the full extent of it, but he knew that she had been offered a stark choice. He would probably enjoy seeing her whipped. Maybe he would even close the store so that the man could really lay into her, do a complete job.
She laid her torso across the counter. The clerk’s face was only a foot or so away from hers. Her lips were trembling, her hands were balled up into little fists. She heard the man opening the packaging. He placed the torn cardboard and shrink wrap on the counter. There was a pause and then she saw him place the tube of lubricant on the counter next to it. She realized that he had had it in his pocket.
There was a moment of agonizing silence. She imagined him spreading the lubricant over the thick, black, plastic prong. She looked up at the clerk. He was smiling sardonically. The man behind her spoke.
“Back up and spread your legs,” he told her. She obeyed. His hands reached under her short, denim skirt and lifted it, exposing her naked rear end. She felt him place the leather belt around her waist and buckle it tightly against her bare skin. The prong and a pair of thin chains dangled down over her buttocks. He spread her rear cheeks apart. She closed her eyes and whined her dismay. She felt the thick head of the device beg entrance. It came up against her delicate rear ring, spread it apart and then, aided by the lubricant, began to slide in.
A feeling of sickness spread through her body as she felt the object enter her most private place. She moaned as her anal ring stretched to accommodate it and whined as it filled her. It hurt. Not as much as it did when he had fucked her there earlier. But what was worse than the hurt was the humiliation of having it inside her, stretching her, she knew, so that when he used her tomorrow, wherever it was that they stopped, he would be able to enter her with ease.
His hands wrapped back around her waist and then dipped down between her legs, capturing the little chains that ran from the base of the object now fully lodged inside her. He aligned them along the sides of her hairless love lips and then brought them up to the belt around her waist. She felt him run them through an eyelet there, pulling them tight, and forcing the object in her rectum deeper inside her. He then affixed them in place.
Jack marveled at the wonderful sight of the girl prostrate before him, her delicate thighs spread, the anal plug peeping from her rear. He rubbed her buttocks. His cock was rock hard and he felt like fucking her right there. He reached between her legs and stroked her pussy. She was wet. He laughed to himself. He knew she didn’t like it. How could she like it? But it made her hot all the same. He stroked and played with her pussy while the store clerked looked on. He knew that she was desperate to call out to him for help. It was ironic that he was so eagerly viewing her, would probably remember her for a long, long time, but probably never know her true status as an abject prisoner whose very life stood on a razor’s edge.
The girl’s knees sagged and she moaned. The clerk laughed.
“She’s hot all right,” he said. “How much to fuck her?”
It was Jack’s turn to laugh. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it. I could probably use a few bucks. What do you think she’s worth?”
He took hold of her hair and pulled her body away from the counter. “Lift your skirt,” he told her.
The girl whined, but she did what she was told. She took her miniskirt in her hands and lifted the front until it was up around her waist. Her pretty, hairless pussy, with the two brass chains on either sides of it, was displayed in all its glory. She went to bring her legs together, but thought twice of it. “Smart cookie,” Jack thought.
“How’s about 50 bucks?” the man asked.
“Bullshit!” Jack answered him. “She’s worth more then that! How about $500? She’s new on the game, almost a cherry.”
“Whoa, man,” the clerk replied. “That’s way outta my league. Anyways, no pussy’s worth 500 bucks. How much for just a blow job?”
“I don’t think she’s for sale tonight,” Jack said. He had circled his hand between her legs and was playing with her pussy again. “But I tell you what. I’ll bring her around again in a few weeks after I’ve had her on the game a bit and I’ll bring the price down. How’s that?”
“I’ll be right here,” the clerk answered.
The man unwrapped the penis gag and turned back to Carly. “Open your mouth,” he told her. Lips trembling, her pussy still exposed, her dress hiked up to her waist, tears flowing down her face, she obeyed. She watched as he brought the offensive object to her mouth. It looked just like a stiffened, if truncated cock. It passed over her lips and entered her mouth, pushing her tongue down and filling her oral cavity. The man went behind her and connected the belt behind her head tightly, forcing the penis like probe all the way to the back near her throat. Her mouth clamped around it. The leather guard to which it was attached covered her forcibly spread apart lips and curled under her chin, forcing her jaw upwards and closing her mouth around the offensive presence. It made her think of his cock in her mouth earlier today. And, of course, that was the point. It had been between her lips and would be again. The gag was just a placeholder for it, one that would remind her implacably, as if she really needed it, of her utter subservience to him.
He fastened the collar around her neck and attached the bracelets to her ankles and wrists. He was going to attach one of the steel chains he had purchased to the brass ring in the front of her collar, but the clerk stopped him.
“Here,” he said, handing Jack a five foot long leash with a shiny red leather handle. “It’s on the house.”
Jack thanked him and clipped its end to the girl’s collar.
“And here,” the clerk added. “Take this too. It works really good.”
He handed Jack a package containing an egg shaped object and what looked like a TV remote. Jack looked at it.
“You put it in her pussy,” the clerk told him. “The zapper turns it on and off. It vibrates inside and drives them wild.
It’s got a high, low and medium. Put it on high and I guarantee you, she’ll come all over her seat.”
Jack smiled. He tore the package apart and put some lube over the egg like object. “Here,” he said to the clerk, “you put it in.”
A grin spread over the clerk’s face. He quickly came around the counter and took the egg from Jack’s hand. Carly winced with shame as he approached her. Her hands, which were still obediently holding up her blue, denim miniskirt, started to tremble. She tried to utter a word of protest, but it just got muffled by the fiendish gag.
“Spread you legs some more, honey,” the clerk told her. He towered over her. Between the two men, she felt like she was a tiny, alien creature that they had captured. She looked at the man she had come to know as Blackjack Jackson, the conscienceless killer, in the hopes of urging him to mercy, but he just looked at her sternly. She spread her legs.
The clerk approached her closely. She closed her eyes. Despite her shame, despite her revulsion at what was happening to her, she was unhappily aroused and she knew that the clerk would find her pussy wet and receptive. She could feel the heat of his body. His hand went down between her legs and she felt the egg press up against her labia. It was cool and hard. He pressed it forward. It was larger than her tunnel was at rest and it swelled her innards as it passed her love lips and entered her. The clerk’s rough hand lingered on the outside of her sex, rubbing itself up and down several times and teasing her hardened clit. Then he stepped away.
“Turn it on,” he told Jack.
Jack fingered the control and pressed a button. A faint hum emerged from the girl’s pussy. Her eyes widened and her hips dipped as if she had fallen into a swoon. She looked at him anxiously. He smiled at her and turned it up. She winced as the humming got louder. Her eyebrows formed a frown and she started to lower her hands so as to cover herself. A whine escaped from behind her gag.
“Put your hands back up,” Jack spat out at her.
She complied unhappily. She desperately wanted to bring her knees together to try and fight off the lust driving sensations that were emerging from the egg. Her eyes flitted back and forth between the clerk and her captor. “Please stop it! Please!’ she thought. And then she saw Jack’s finger move again on the control. The vibrations accelerated instantly sending a wave of feverish lust through her. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she moaned unhappily. ‘Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” Her heart was thumping in her chest and her body had broken out in sweat. Her knees felt weak and she felt dizzy.
And then, she couldn’t help it. Her knees gave out and she fell to the floor. She bent over and squeezed her legs together. Her hands balled into little fists. Her whole body shuddered. Her pussy erupted into a volcanic explosion. It throbbed and convulsed and spasmed. It felt like it had come alive between her thighs. She jammed her eyes shut and her teeth sank into the intruder in her mouth. She moaned, long and loud.
Then, just as fast as it started, the egg’s vibrations ceased. Her pussy’s eruptions slowed and her body relaxed. She started to cry. The man’s control over her was insidious, devilish. “What’s happening to me?” she asked herself miserably.
Jack and the clerk laughed. “Thanks, bud,” Jack said. He pulled on the chain attached to the girl’s collar. “Get up, cunt,” he told her. She looked up at him dolefully and then rose from her knees.
“See you in a couple of weeks,” Jack told he clerk. Then he led his prisoner from the store. He knew for sure he would never see the man again.
After that, they drove for three hours straight almost due south. He had fastened Carly’s left ankle to the underside of the driver’s seat using the long chain he had bought. With the short chain, he connected her wrists, running it through the steering wheel so that her hands were locked in place. Carly’s emotions ran from fear and hatred of her captor to a woeful self pity for her situation. She could not ignore the foreign objects that were penetrating her, or forget that as soon as they stopped somewhere, they would be replaced by the real thing. It was horrible to have the faux cock in her mouth. Every time her mouth squeezed it when she swallowed it made her feel sick. Her own weight pressed the prong in her rear deeply inside her. It made her bowel feel so full and open. A couple times, the man started the egg vibrating in her pussy and her lusts would build up until she trembled and moaned. Then he would shut it off, chuckling to himself.
A little after 1 a.m. they stopped at a Burger King. Before they pulled up to the drive up window, the man removed her gag and released her hands from the steering wheel. He ordered a Coke and a Whopper for himself and some more chicken nuggets which he hand fed to her. After they ate, he pulled to a dark part of the parking lot and let her pee on the tarmac. He peed too and then they were off again.
He wanted to make at least 500 miles tonight. He had the girl keep off the Interstate and main highways and stay along the back roads. It was time consuming and the roads were dark. Once into Iowa, the roads became straight and true and they did a little better. He had her change direction often, varying between heading due south and westerly. That way, he hoped, he stayed off any predictable path.
Around 4:30 they crossed the Nebraska border and reached the outskirts of Omaha. He had the gag off the girl a few more times when they stopped for gas and peed again. He could see that she was dragging ass. She hadn’t got a lot of sleep the day before and her evening had been a lot more stressful than his. When he saw her nodding off, he had her pull off the road. He would drive.
He turned off the engine and came around to the driver’s side. The night was pitch black and there were no streetlights anywhere near them. The road was a long straightaway so he could see any cars coming in either direction a long time before they arrived. He unlocked her foot from under the seat and had her get out of the car. She was practically asleep on her feet.
He turned her around and drew her arms behind her, locking her wrist bracelets together. She had not put her dark blue parka on that he had provided for her and so she was dressed just in her t-shirt and denim miniskirt. Seizing her by the arm, he took her to the back of the car. He used the key fob to pop the trunk.
The girl’s eyes widened. “…..eeeeeeeeease! ….on’t!” she moaned from behind her gag. He paid no attention to her and pushed her in. He fastened her ankle bracelets together and connected them to her bound wrists. She was crying and she gave him a desperate, forlorn look just as he slammed the trunk lid shut.
He would drive now. She could rest or not as she chose. He couldn’t have her sit in the passenger seat because he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on her and the road at the same time. The same thing went for the back seat. That left the trunk. It was a no brainer.
He got into the driver’s side, revved up the engine and got back on the road.
He smoked, drank from the Pepsi bottle and relaxed, gazing out at his own headlamps as they pierced the dark night before him, guiding his way to freedom. He felt energized. It was too bad the girl had to be in the trunk. He liked looking at her thighs, her unhappy, gagged face, her full breasts, while she drove. But it couldn’t be helped. And, besides, it was nice to have the car to himself for a while.
He turned on the radio. He had to hit a few buttons until he got a decent station. There was about another hour of darkness left. He would need to start looking for a place for them to stay. He wanted to find one with cabins like the last one. That had been ideal. And it was more likely that he would find one away from a city. The next big one coming up was Kansas City. Just thinking the words brought the old song back to him.
“I’m going to Kansas City. Kansas City here I come Oh, I’m going to Kansas City. Kansas City here I come. They’ve got some crazy little women there, And I’m going to get me one.”
He laughed and pushed down on the pedal, revving up the speed just a notch.
Carly had drifted off to sleep. The man had been right. She had been exhausted. At first, she had been terrified to be locked in the trunk of her own car. A thousand different pictures
, none of them good, sprung into her mind. She twisted and turned her bound limbs to no avail and sobbed and sobbed. For more than 24 hours now, she had not made one volitional movement. Everything had been imposed on her. The objects that the man had placed in and on her body were part of that. Even the clothes she was wearing now. She was a totally controlled human being. And what frightened her was how easily he was able to generate lust in her. The scene at the adult toy store had been a case in point. Once he lifted her skirt in the presence of the store clerk, she had been off to the races. A terrible lust had flowed through her body when the man made her show the clerk her bare, naked pussy. When the egg had been placed inside her by that strange man, her pussy turned feverish. It was no wonder that all the man had to do was turn the egg to vibrate to get her to moan and cream in front of them.
She tried to shift her uncomfortable body, wishing that she had put her parka on before she got out of the car. She realized that the trunk was a lot more crowded than she usually kept it and she wondered what the man had acquired while he had been away from the little cabin. She moved her head and the presence of the prick like intruder in her mouth came home to her. It was like the worse nightmare she had ever had. She was a prisoner of a madman and he kept doing worse and worse things to her. She had no chance of escape, not even the slightest hope. And all that she could see in her future was doom. Doom as black as the dark space around her.