Linda & Kristi · Part 2 (2/2)
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For now a rag had been folded and cruelly thrust under the hood and into her mouth, held there by a longer zip-tie before the leather hood had been replaced and buckled in back. If she relaxed and breathed slowly, air could filter in around her neck and through to her starving lungs. Any struggling quickly used what little oxygen there was. It was better to stay still and breath deeply to help fight the burning in her thumbs and toes.
Kristi's captors moved quickly through the building. They had been waiting for the night staff to come so they could sneak into the building, and
Kristi had walked straight out with the keys to everything. So far the captured girls pass had given virtually carte banche acccess to every security door they had come across.
The last hurdle lay before the couple: the Network Support room. With a quick look around them, the taller of the two swiped the card across the reader. The door opened and the duo moved into the room. Crossing over to the main console, the taller quickly scanned the screen. After a quick double-take, they motioned the other over.
Linda read and re-read the e-mail Kristi had sent her. In it Kristi acknowledged Linda's bondage confession and warned her to stay still, Kristi would be right back with a camera and a few "surprises". She was hoping for a good response, but this was suprisingly positive. A camera and some "surprises"? She sat back, her weight resting on her bound arms. The ball in her mouth was beginning to become intrusive and a small ridge formed between her eyebrows as she pushed the ball with her tongue, trying to seat it more comfortably.
After a few minutes, she heard a noise in the room behind her. She shifted in the seat, trying to look over her shoulder. With a start Linda saw there were two figures instead of the Kristi she imagined. They were looking through the glass at her as if she was an exhibit in the zoo. They opened the door and entered. The taller of the two was a stocky male, clad in dark clothes with a hooded jacket hiding his features, the shorter of feminine build. Within the edges of the jacket's low hood she could see wisps of black hair.
"Ohmigod", the girl said. "We come in looking for computer secrets, we find "Bondage Barbie" devoting her love to her friend. I assume your friend Kristi is the girl that was here a minute ago?"
Linda was in shock. Where was Kristi? The girl stepped over to her and grabbing her hair, pulled Lindas head back. "Kristi. Your friend? Didn't your Momma tell you to answer when someone asks you a question?"
The pain from her scalp brought Linda back to reality. She nodded.
The man stepped forward. "So, we can take a little more home tonight than we'd hoped for". He turned to his companion."I can look after her, do you want to hack the codes so we can get out of here quickly?"
"Sure", said the female. "Make sure she keeps that cute gag in, it gives her such a sweet expression". She turned and went back into the main room.
The man reached down and cupped Lindas chin in his hand, running his finger across the front of the ball and feeling the indentations there.
"I think we're going to have fun with you and your friend…"
Chapter Two
The scene: A dark night outside a building, in a semi-deserted carpark.
Two figures, one male, one female cross from left to right. The man appears to be carrying a large bundle over his shoulder. They reach their car, place the bundle in the back seat then the male enters and drives off.
The female figure pulls some keys from her pocket then opens a car closeby.
The engine starts, the second car goes bumpity-bump over the speed humps as its taillights retreat into the shadows.
Ben opened his toolbox and withdrew the cable snips. He reached down and then behind Kristi to snap the cable ties holding her toes and thumbs close. "Snip". The blood rushed back into her digits, causing her to make a muffled noise. Her hands rubbed together as the blood entered her thumbs again. She would have also reached down to rub her toes had not there been a recently-added belt holding her elbows close.
As Brian added coarse rope around her wrists she tried to turn to look at him, but a sharp pull on her hair brought her back to task.
"What are you doing?" her new Mistress cried. "Just keep focussed on your job".
Pam leaned back as Kristi continued to tongue her slit. Kristi had been told to use her tongue carefully and slowly. Pam was very explicit about the way Kristi should please her, and very explicit about what would happen if she didn't follow instructions. She was to run her tongue the length of Pam's vagina. From the bottom up, again and again, lingering as she ran her tongue along the underside of Pam's clitoris. There was a rhythm:
Pam would put strain on Kristi's hair on the way up, then release when it was time to repeat the pattern. Kristi's tongue was becoming quite tired, but Pam had not even begun. As they say, "Two orgasms down, plenty more where that came from".
Brian turned from Kristi to look at Linda on the floor. Nice figure, nice hair. He'd once known a professional kidnapper, maybe he could give her a ring. I mean, an opportunity like this was too good to resist.
Linda lay on the floor. She had SEEN Kristi looking in at her then disappearing, with these two arriving a few minutes later. They had done something to the computer system, then using the keys she had left for Kristi to use, freed her neck from the opposite wall and thrown her into a car downstairs.
It was not until arriving at this house, at least half an hour from her office that she had even seen Kristi again. If you could count seeing the back of Kristi's head as she worshipped at the groin of a lady Linda did not know.
Brian had entered the house with Linda over his shoulder. His wife Pam had beaten him home and had quickly put their newfound slave to good use.
As he opened the door he saw her in a chair with her legs over the armrests, Kristi's head between her legs. She smiled up at him and told him to look after his one while she looked after hers.
Lindas arms and elbows were fastened behind her from the self-bondage.
Brian quickly looked her over.
"Good job". He twanged the sprung strap between her elbow bonds and her collar. "This one's a beauty, it sure ain't coming off easily". He grasped her hands in his and felt them. They were still warm, a sign her circulation was still good.
Linda was laid down, and with some of the other ropes and straps from her bag which he had also retrieved, began to arrange her limbs. She was laid down on her side, a rope stretched from her hands up past her back and neck to a plant support near the front door while another went from her hobble to the heavy lounge. He pulled the wrist rope, bringing her arms up behind her in a kind of laying strappado. Sounds of discomfort came from behind the ball still strapped in her mouth. She had been gagged for over an hour now and didn't know which was worse: The discomfort in her jaw from the ball which she had only been expecting to wear for half an hour, or her elbow bonds.
She rolled her shoulders the little the bonds allowed and could feel the blood pulsing down her forearms. Thank God for little mercies. The drool coating her chin however she could do little about. If she rubbed her face on the carpet she could remove a little but seemed more to just spread it around.
Now Linda was secure, he decided to have a little peek. Pushing her dress the length of her thigh, to bunch at her waist he sighed.
"Lordy, have a look at this!".
Pam turned her head with the little attention she had, to see Brian trying to push his fingers under the crotch strap bisecting Lindas slit.
"I do believe we have a friend in here. Where's the key for this belt?
All that time you were squirming around on the seat I thought you simply wanted to go to the toilet."
"Well, that's actually true too", Linda thought, but considering the circumstances there were more pressing issues to be resolved. Like if this strappado was actually going to pop her shoulder sockets. A low moan came from Kristi as Pam pulled her head down to begin another long trawl up her vaginal lips.
The scene closes as Brian picks up a digital camera from a nearby table and takes shots of the strap holding Lindas pussy tightly. Closeups, longshots and then moves up to her ballgagged face where he lingers, turning her face this way and that as the flash triggers over and over again. The lights dim to the sound of Lindas gagged requests – "Nmmm Nmmm". Pam writhes a third time and grasps the back of Kristis head tightly.
Chapter Three
The mobile phone rang. The girl driving answered, pulling over to the side of the road. Driving whilst on the phone was an offence, and in her line of business the less flirting with the road rules, the less chance of a policeman becoming interested in the contents of her car.
"Angela speaking", she said into the phone.
"Hi Angela, my name is Brian.", the voice on the line replied. "We met about a year ago at the theatre and you were on your way to a job? I was with a blonde girl named Pam".
The name triggered a memory for Angela.
"Oh sure. You still doing umm… 'computer work'?". She stressed the "computer" word.
He laughed. "Sure am. And if you're still in", stressing the next few words in counterpoint, "sales and marketing, I may have a job for you.
Two jobs, in fact."
Angela held the phone in front of her face, studying it for a second as though she could see straight through the keypad, to Brians face on the other end. She held it back to her ear.
"Maybe", she answered. "Can we meet at the coffeeshop on George St, opposite the movie theatres? If you can bring a portfolio with some pictures of your stock, maybe we can work something out".
"OK, is ten o'clock good for you?"
"Yep, see you then"
"OK, thanks Angela"
As Angela flipped the phone shut then drove out into the flow of traffic again, Brian looked down to the keyring held in his hand, at the small cartoon on the keyfob. A small puppy danced on a light blue background, and underneath was written "Today has been a good day".
Chapter Four
Kristi's ears cocked to follow the sound. She had been awake since four am that morning when the pager had roused her from a sound sleep. She was still shocked by the turn of the events for the day. After seeing Linda in complete, inescapable bondage on the computer room floor and reading her invitation purposefully e-mailed direct to her, she had run down to get some other toys from the car. She had been grabbed, obviously by the couple that now held them both captive and been forced to eat the girls pussy and tongue her breasts until she thought her tongue was going to fall off, and then this.
Kristi and Linda were tied in the classic "69" position, Lindas weight on top of Kristi and her vagina directly over Kristi's nose and mouth, Linda's face also looking at Kristi's pussy. Kristi actually looked directly at the strap still cutting Lindas vagina in half. A rope collar had been tied around Kristi's throat, joined by a short chain to Linda's crotchstrap.
An hour ago Brian had tied them in this position, promising that if they behaved they would be allowed a toilet break when he returned. Pam meanwhile was asleep in the bed beside them, her regular breathing defining the depths of her slumber.
Over the past half an hour Linda had become more and more desperate to pee. The tightness of the strap and the dildo within her were pushing on her bowels and she'd begun to honestly fear peeing onto the face of her friend underneath her. She shifted regularly, clenching her muscles again and again to relieve the stress. Underneath her Kristi was starting to understand Lindas urgency, as her own needs built.
From above them the sound of Pam's breath quickened, then they could hear her shifting within the bedclothes. Her head appeared over the edge of the bed to look down at the two girls.
"Good morning ladies. Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
The two girls nodded frantically. Pam slowly got to her feet, then slowly walked to the dresser where the keys to the locks holding the girls in position were, then slowly walked back to survey them. Her eyes followed the chains holding Kristi's hands behind Linda's back, and the chain holding her ankles together and lining them to her hands.
"Bear with me a second, while I work out a way to singlehandedly take care of you. Don't want to risk my own tender skin now, do I?"
Linda was nearing the end of her bodily power. She was clenching as tightly as she could, but a few small drops of urine snaked itself out past the dildo, along her nether lips and down onto the leather strap between her legs. A single drop fell onto the chin below her. Kristi's eyes closed, hoping Linda could hold on for just a few minutes more…
Linda & Kristi · Part 2 (2/2)
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