The Journey home...

[Sprayman]

The view of Michelle's breasts was as lovely as I expected. But to be honest, I'm glad that Quix turned the light off. The country roads aren't well lighted like the M20 was, and the work light puts a glare on the windshield. And if the light is on, my eyes keep drifting to the rearview. Not a safe way to drive on the winding country roads.

"Quix, I guess you are being kind again. I don't hear any sounds of pain back there. In fact, that sounded like a moan of pleasure I just heard. If you don't want to hurt Michelle, then get her good and wet, because in 10 minutes we will be at the barn, and 5 minutes after that I will shove my cock in one of her holes. Since you are being nice to her, so will I."

"Michelle, in about 15 minutes, you and I will be fucking! But I'm going to be very kind since this will be our first time together. How will I be kind, you ask? Like this! When I take you out of the van and into our playroom, I will ask you - which hole? You will have about 5 seconds to tell me where you want my cock. If you tell me nicely, in those 5 seconds, I will abide with your choice, even if I want a different answer."

"But after the 6th second, the choice returns to me. So, you have an almost unique oppertunity. You will have a real chance to decide how you get fucked. Quix will confirm, I'm not this generous very often. and you have almost 14 minutes to decide!"

[Quixote]

I chuckle.

"I can confirm that about my colleague.  Think carefully."

I never pause my tickling carresses.

"I kind of wanted Brat first, Spray.  I told her if she's a very good little whore she might not get hurt."

I laugh.

"What do you think of that idea?  In any case, I guess that since I'm having all the fun on the journey home, it's only fair that you get first pick."

I lean in and whisper in Rebel's ear.

"Just wait until I get you home, little girl."

[Sprayman]

"Quix, I heard what you told her. That's why I'm giving her a choice. If I use her favorite hole - with her permission - there is no reason that she will be hurt. In fact, if she behaves as nicely for me as she has for you, she may even enjoy it!"

"Michelle, if you do as you are told and don't fight, I give you my word that I won't try to hurt you - - - this time! If you play the good little slut and really put your heart into your performance, I may not hurt you at all. In fact, I will give you a chance to be a good little sex slave who tries to please both of us every time - in every way - without any punishment at all."

"Lia, if Quix agrees, I'll even extend the same offer to you. But both of you will have to really try to please - everytime and all the time - without exception! This might be the only chance you get to escape real torture. You both have almost 10 minutes to make up your minds."

"Quix, when I pull into the barnyard, could you please ask the ladies how they want to proceed. If you agree to give them this chance, of course. If not, I will be just as happy to go with our usual 'Plan A' format. 9 minutes, ladies, unless Quix objects!

[Quixote]

I keep playing with their pussies.  Sliding my fingers down between the lips to check for wetness before returning to their clits.

"Well, Spray, it seems like a fine idea to me.  There are just two problems.  The first is that they may bite.  In general don't trust a girl's mouth without a ring-gag unless she knows the meaning of agony.  So she can really *know* what'll happen if I feel her teeth."

I laugh.

"But I think these girls are probably smart enough to know that a chili-oil enema or a hot curling iron shoved up the pussy are not pleasant experiences, so that just leaves one question."

I pause and look at Lia.

"Will my rebel go for it?  Surely a proud, independant woman like her couldn't possibly submit to being a dirty little cocksucking sex-slave to two demented perverts, just to avoid being brutally tortured?"

I laugh my ass off.

"You couldn't do that, Rebel, could you?  You couldn't decide to submit to our depraved desires just to spare yourself endless hours of unimaginable agony, could you?  In the next ... eight minutes?"

And my fingers keep teasing.

[ghostgirl]

Their voices are more and more distant in my ears; my world has shriveled to a tiny point on the tips of my captor's fingers, throwing sparks. A current of electric arousal streaks up my spine.

Enough. i give Lia's fingers a light squeeze as my knee rises; my kick connects solidly, satisfyingly with what i hope is Quix's groin.

[Quixote]

Bad luck.  If she'd been a little moment earlier, before I leaned away from her to whisper to rebel, brat would at least have given me a shot to the nuts.  Now she's going to be mercilessly tortured for nothing.  Well almost nothing.  That hurt my inner thigh a little.

I stand up.

"Missed me, brat."

I call to Spray.

"Change of dancing partners, Spray.  Brat just tried to knee me in the nuts.  You can fuck the rebel when we're home.  But I am going to make the brat cry."

[Sprayman]

"Michelle, you just made a bad mistake. No problem about the change of plans or partners, Quix. I'm going to get her sooner or later, and now I can be myself. No more Mr. Nice Guy - back to Plan A. Lia - it looks like it's you and me this time, and your friend back there has taken away your option of an easy fuck!"

"Quix, we've made good time and I just closed the gate with the remote. The barn door is open and I'm going to back the van in. Out of the van and streight into the playroom. 30 seconds and you can drag the bitch out!"

As I back the van into the barn, I feel the slightest twinge of pity for Michelle. It's going to be a hell of a long night for her. Long - humiliating - and very painful.

"OK Quix, here we are. Right out the back doors and into the playroom. Since you have something to pay Michelle for, I'll let you take your choice of 'play station.' We have a brand new 'horse' to break in if you like!"

[Quixote]

"I think the horse will be perfect, Spray."

I whisper to brat, keeping clear of her legs.

"Don't think I don't realise that what made you freak out was the fact that I was turning you on.  I made your pussy feel good, and the thanks I get for that is you trying to hurt my balls.  Well, I want to tell you two things that are going to happen to you.  One is that I am going to hurt your cunt.  More than you can possibly believe.  And two, and you may not believe this, you are going to apologise to my balls for trying to hurt them.  You are going to kiss them and lick them and suck them and drop tears on them and beg them to forgive you.  But first things first.  Time to show you your new home, brat."

Unlocking one arm.  Locking them together.  Unlocking the other.  Picking her up and throwing her out of the van, onto the ground.  Down out of the van after her.  A kick to the side as she tries to get up, knocking the wind out of her.

Dragging her over to the horse.

"You really shouldn't have tried to hurt my balls.  I am going to show you what being hurt between the legs really feels like.  Brat."

[ghostgirl]

i hit the ground hard, the falling sensation almost worse than the impact. His kick empties my lungs like a burst paper bag, and every breath drawn after hurts. i struggle awkwardly to my feet, unbalanced and gasping, stumbling as he drags me; he doesn't slow his pace.

Suddenly i'm kicking again, twisting, straining at the cuffs, attacking the empty darkness with guttural growls of rage.

Okay, i'm losing it. i really don't give a fuck.

[Quixote]

Ok.  There are subtler ways of getting her onto the horse, but fuck it.

"Silly brat," I say.  "You just aren't getting this, are you?"

I touch the taser, this time on its weakest setting, to her right breast.  She hits the ground like a sack of potatoes, again.  This should only last a couple of minutes.  I move fast.  First, rebinding her wrists behind her.

And then I pick her up and put her on the horse.  I bend her leg back, and put her ankle in the manacle attached to the horse's side.  Before binding her other ankle, I make sure that her pussy is right on top of the hard wooden edge of the horse.  It is.  The unyielding edge is right between her inner lips, and as I lock her other ankle in place, I know the only way she is getting to stop supporting all her weight with her cunt on that almost sharp edge, is when I decide it's time for mercy.

Which could be a while.

I take the hook on the end of the chain hanging from the ceiling and attach it to the chain between her wrist-cuffs, behind her back, letting it hang completely loose, but attached.

And I stand back and wait for her to come round.  I wonder how it would feel to wake up to *that* sensation.

I want her completely conscious before I take off the hood and show her her new home.

[Sprayman]

"OK Lia, your turn."

Not one to take chances with my balls, I sit on her legs and tie a paracord hobble between her ankles. Then I remove the manacle from the tiedown and lock her wrists behind her. There is blood on her wrists. I guess she didn't like Quix playing with her tits. Too bad - and now it's my turn to play with them.

"Lia, I'm going to help you out of the van and guide you into your new home. You can walk - or I can drag you! Your choice!"

[Lia]

There's nothing I can do to fight right now, here in the van. But the walk... it might be a chance.
"I can walk," I say, sarcastically - full of hate.

Spray pulls me out of the van, allowing me to stand. I can't see Quix from where we are, he must be working with Michelle... My hands behind me, and my ankles cuffed as well, I don't see what I could possibly do. My plan had been to fight right as the van stopped and they were preparing to take us out, but with Michelle bucking like that, everything happened so fast. I forgot about how stupid girls could be.

[ghostgirl]

i hear an anguished moan...seconds pass before i realize it's been torn from my own throat. With a full-body shuddering jerk, i'm awake in a pitch-black world of pain. Something is cutting into my pussy; every sensitive millimeter from clit to perineum is slashed with sharp, white-hot agony that shoots down my inner thighs and crawls up my spine.

Instant panic. i try to get up, shift my hips, free my wrists; anything to escape the torment that i'm convinced has to be doing major, permanent damage.

i hear the tinkling of chain behind me, and his soft laughter.
i drown it out with a howl.

[Quixote]

Slowly, as she shakes and writhes and screams, I use a knife carefully to cut away her bra and blouse, tossing the tattered remnants onto the ground, leaving her naked apart from the hood.  I take the chain, connected by overhead pulley to the one that is attached to the manacles holding her wrists behind her back, with me as I move to stand in front of her.

I watch, for a long moment.  I watch her body.  I watch her tits shake and sway.  I watch her leg muscles strain helplessly.  I watch her shoulders flex and struggle.  I watch her head thrash.  I watch her nakedness.  I watch her vulnerability.  I watch where the horse's hard edge meets her soft, agonised pussy.  I watch her suffer.

I remove the hood and wait for her eyes to focus; to meet mine.

I smile cheerfully.

"I don't think it was very nice of you to try to hurt me, brat.  I think you should say you're sorry, don't you?  I think you should convince me that you want to make it up to me."

[Sprayman]

OOC - Lia - you are still hooded.
IC "Lia, thanks for walking although dragging can be fun as well. Now, where to put you. I'll get that nasty hood off in a few."

Hmmm, where to store her. The pillory - no not enough access. Don't really want her in the cage - at least not yet. Ahhh, I have it, the 'Flying X', just the thing. I walk slowly, guiding Lia to a point near the center of the room.

"Stand still, Lia, this will only take a second."

Steping quietly behind her, I bend and pick up two anklets which are attached to cables and snap the leather lined cuffs on her ankles. Stepping further back, I pick up the controller and tension the cables, pulling her legs apart until the paracord hobble is tightly streched and Lia is wobbling, trying to stay balanced. Next the two wrist cuffs, also leather lined. With her wrists still cuffed behind her, I snap the other two cuffs on her wrists and with the controller tension those as well. Finally, I unlock and remove the manacles and once again step back

Slowly, I increase tension on the wrist cables, pulling her arms up and out until they extend from her shoulders at 45 degrees.

"Lia, I have my flick knife out, so stand very still. We're almost finished."

I snap open the knife and cut away her shirt and bra and throw the rags away. Then I crouch and slice the paracord in half. A final adjestment on the ankle tension, pulling her legs apart until her toes barely touch the floor - and we have -'The flying X'! Her arms and legs at 45 degrees to her body form the X and she is almost flying, as she hangs from the wrist cuffs. Now I feel safe to cut the rest of the paracord away. Then I slowly walk around my prize. At last, it's time to unmask. I untie the drawstring and pull the hood off. Her dark hair spills out and forms a veil across her face.

"Now ladies, let me tell you about your new home. This playroom is built inside of an old dairy barn. It is a room within a building that looks like exactly what it was - a large old dairy barn. The playroom is 40 feet wide and 70 feet long with 14 foot ceilings. There is one door and no windows as you can see. Well Lia, you can see. Michelle seems to have tears in her eyes."

"The door is automatic and locks with a cypher lock. Quix and I have the combination and we are the only ones that do! As you can see, we have a wide range or devices for your entertainment. The room is climate controlled and has a very wide range of temperature control. Right now, it's set at a balmy 78 degrees."

'The barn is built in the center of 600 acres of land that I own or lease. The nearest neighbor is 4 Km from the property line or 7 Km from here. The whole parcel is fenced and gated. We don't want the cows to wander off, now do we? Well, in truth, there haven't been cows here for years."

"Oh, Quix, please note the bellwire on the top edge of the 'horse'. It connects to that old telephone on the wall. If you should need to make a call . . ."