 | Chapter 2 Copyright 2001 by Rod Harden and Alison McKenna All rights reserved | |
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Heather bounced along in the trunk of the car as her kidnappers whisked her off to some unknown fate. She groaned in pain as the car hit bumps and potholes in the road. Who were these men? They obviously thought she was Crystal, and it was Crystal they had planned to abduct.
But why were they after her roommate? What were they going to do with her? And more importantly, what would they do once they found out that she wasn't Crystal? Nothing made sense. All she knew was that she was bound and gagged and stuffed in a car trunk. Her body ached from being confined in the small compartment made for luggage, not a girl. At least she wasn't claustrophobic. Finally the car slowed and turned onto a road that was even bumpier than the first. She guessed it was unpaved. Where on earth were they taking her? The journey seemed to be taking forever! In spite of her fear, she couldn't stifle a quick giggle behind her gag as she imagined herself saying, "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" over and over. At last the car stopped. She heard the muted slams of two doors and hoped they would soon release her from the trunk. Several minutes passed and the lid still didn't open. She whined in protest, and tried a couple ineffective kicks. Besides being taped up, the blanket they'd wrapped her in restricted her movement almost completely. Panic set in as she thought of running out of air, or worse yet, just being left like that. Stay calm, she told herself. They wouldn't have gone to all this trouble just to leave her. And once they untied her, she hoped to be able to talk some sense into these lunatics so they'd let her go. She occupied herself by going over everything she knew about Crystal, trying to think of anything that might give her a clue about what this was all about. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even hear the trunk when it did open. She gasped as two pairs of hand lifted her out. She was again tossed over a shoulder and carried someplace. Through the little hole at the top of the blanket all she could see was the dark ground. She was carried up some steps and into the house. Once inside, she was unceremoniously dropped. She screamed at the sudden falling sensation, then bounced twice on a bed and sighed in relief. The men took delight in unrolling her from the blanket, laughing as she unfurled like a yo-yo. She lay on her bound arms, staring up at the men. They both still wore ski masks. Although their faces were hidden, Heather could see the lust in their eyes. She reddened and wished she had more clothes on. She only wore her red satin nightie and matching robe. She wiggled slightly trying to cover herself. The bigger man chuckled. "Would ya look at that, Sam? She's a natural redhead." Sam, the smaller man laughed. "You're right, Zach. A foxy one, too." He scratched his head. "Although I thought she said she was blond." Zach shrugged. "Yeah. Go figure. Bitches lie all the time. She probably thought that's what I wanted to hear." Heather looked away from them and tried to find a comfortable position, though it seemed impossible from the way she was bound. Something about the way they were looking at her made her very uneasy. She knew she was in big trouble. "I think she wants to get comfy," Zach said. "So, let's make her comfy. Get the ropes. All of 'em."
Heather and Crystal, Chapter 2
Heather shuddered as Sam laughed a cold laugh that made her insides cringe. She could only watch helplessly as Sam got several coils of rope and came towards her. She just knew they weren't really going to make her more comfortable.
Zach grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet. Standing behind her, he tugged at the tape at her elbows, unwinding it quickly. Heather sighed in relief as the strain was finally relieved from her sore shoulders.
She stared at the smaller man and the coils of rope he held as Zach began tearing her robe off. He ripped it along the seams till it hung at her still-taped wrists. Sam handed Zach a length of rope, and Heather groaned as the larger man immediately set about re-tying her elbows.
She wouldn't have thought it possible, but she was sure he was tying her even tighter than the first time. She didn't remember feeling her elbows actually touch the first time, but they were definitely touching now. Before she could adjust to the sensation, he'd knotted the rope and unwound the tape from her wrists.
Heather looked down at the crumpled material that used to be her robe, as she flexed her fingers. It seemed strange to have her wrists free while her elbows were bound. It had never occurred to her how helpless a girl could be with just her elbows tied.
Not that her hands stayed untied for long. In no time, more rope bit into her wrists. She couldn't help groaning and moaning as the two pairs of strong hands bent her to their will. And both men got a kick out of every little whimper she made.
She could only watch in despair as they stooped down to bind her legs at the ankles, and just above and below the knees. They stood and stepped back admiring the tightly bound woman. The larger one muttered something about getting the camera and setting up lights.
"Might as well start right now," he said.
Heather's confusion mounted with each passing second as the men, still wearing their face masks, surrounded her with professional-looking photographic lights, reflectors, and even a backdrop of pastel blue.
In no time, she found herself staring into the lens of a camera. The lights came on, and Sam, the one with the camera, began clicking away.
"Okay, that's good. Look right here. Yeah. Oh, nice expression. Fear. Confusion. I love it! Now follow me."
He started moving to his left, then his right, snapping pictures the whole time. She tried to turn, as if she were following his directions, but she only wanted to figure out what was going on. Hopping about pathetically, she kept her eye on Sam as he stooped and bent, taking shots from every conceivable angle.
At one point, Sam waited while Zach rearranged her nightie, tugging one side down so her left breast peaked out at the camera. Then they added more ropes around her chest, trapping both breasts between snug bands of cord above, below, and between her full mounds.
At last Sam stopped altogether. He motioned to Zach, who switched off the lights. The two men laid Heather out on the bed again, and headed to a desk across the room, leaving her to herself for the first time.
She twisted around to watch them. The desk was filled with computer equipment. Sam attached the camera to the computer and began downloading the photos he had just taken. Heather felt a strange twinge as she saw image after image of herself displayed on the large screen. She shuddered at the unexpected sensation and gasped at the unwelcome dampness between her thighs. She found herself gently pressing her hips against a fold in the blanket, trying to relieve the sudden itch.
Her captors were too engrossed in what they were doing to notice as she shifted and writhed upon the bed, but she continued to watch every move they made. Soon, all the photos were downloaded, and Zach took over, working with a web page editor. Pages had already been prepared, and he simply pasted in the newly taken pictures.
As she tried to comprehend what the men were up to, she somehow managed to gather up a substantial mound of blanket and sheet directly beneath her throbbing pussy. She immediately began to hump her makeshift clit stimulator, just as the final result of their web page editing appeared on the screen.
There was her own gagged face, cheeks bulging from the mouth packing, and terror-filled eyes staring back at her. Above the image, in large text, were the words, "Captive Crystal!" and below was more text which she couldn't make out.
Just then, she felt the relief she had been struggling to achieve. It raged through her body like a spring thunderstorm. She moaned loudly. The smaller man, Sam, glanced back and tapped Zach on the shoulder. Both men chuckled at her helpless exertions, still in the throes of her self-induced orgasm.
Zach spoke up. "I guess she likes her new web site." Heather felt herself flush and shook her head. "Maybe she should hear what the small print says." He turned and read aloud, "Join now to participate in curvaceous Crystal's painful journey into submission. Weekly updates."
Heather shook her head again in disbelief. They were making her, or rather, Crystal, the subject of a web site! But even though the text said "Crystal" she was the one lying helpless on the bed. She screamed in frustration and humiliation.
The men simply laughed again, and turned back to the computer. "Time to go live," said Zach as he clicked the mouse.
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