Bound Ankles

2 Kidnapped!

Not long after breakfast, Donna was taken into the garden, really a small forest, to be fastened for the day. The twins were happy at the prospect of once again getting to bind their naked slavegirl into some uncomfortable position, then leaving her in the full knowledge that when they returned that afternoon, she would be still tightly bound and just as helpless as they had left her. Donna, as usual, had her wrists crossed and bound tightly behind her back. Except for those times when they had to be untied so that the wrists could be put into some other kind of bondage, her hands were tied behind her, often for days and sometimes weeks at a time. She was used to it. Indeed, on those rare occasions when her hands were not tied, or handcuffed, or strapped, or locked into stocks and pillories, she felt very strange, often not knowing what to do with them.

But today was not one of those days on which she had to worry about what to do with free hands. She followed along behind the twins at the end of a rope leash they had tied to the ring in her collar, and did not worry about anything. The twins would bind her or chain her in some way that she could not escape from, and that was all there was to it. She didn’t even wonder how they would tie her, not even if it would hurt much. Sometimes their bondage hurt a lot, sometimes less, but always there was some pain.

The clearing was a small one, and it held only two things of interest; two small squares of concrete set in the ground, each with a large metal ring firmly planted in the middle. The twins had used this area many times before, the last one being to lock her collar to one of the rings with a padlock so that she had to keep her head down by the ring in the ground all day. They had then laughingly untied Donna’s hands so that the slender metal collar and padlock were the only restraints on the naked girl. They found it amusing that she was totally free of arm and leg, but still completely helpless. It had been an awkward day, with Donna having to spend it all either lying down or kneeling. The ring was too low for her to sit up. But Donna had been grateful because that was certainly one of the twins least painful positions. It had almost been a holiday from the usual tight ropes and painfully contorted positions.

Perhaps again today? she wondered. But the twins had not brought a padlock. Donna could see that all they held in their hands was another piece of rope, maybe twenty feet long. Well, at least it wouldn’t be one of their major productions that involved hundreds of feet of rope and Donna’s being very uncomfortable for hours on end.

They sat her down on the grass half way between the two rings, then set about binding her ankles together side by side and very tightly. They finished that job with several feet of rope hanging out. Pip took that rope down to the ring in front of her feet and passed it through the ring to come back up to her ankles were she pulled it very tight and knotted it several times to insure Donna would not be able to jerk it free. Meanwhile, Patsy was busy untying the leash rope from Donna’s collar and binding one end of it around the naked girl’s wrists. That rope then went back to the ring behind Donna and through it. Patsy pulled and Donna felt her arms moving away from her body. When the strain was really beginning to get uncomfortable, Patsy stopped and tied off the rope in many firm knots.

“You realize, don’t you,” Pip asked as the twins stood back to admire their handiwork, “that if you fall to either side, you won’t be able to get up?”

Donna sighed. It was true. With her arms pulled out behind her, a fall would meant that she would have to say lying on her side the rest of the day. Still, that wouldn’t be so bad.

“But we don’t want you to fall over and get nasty old dirt all over you,” added Patsy. “So we decided that if you’re lying on your side when we come back, we’ll take you back to the dungeon and make you ride the Horse for two hours before dinner. Won’t that be nice?”

It would not be nice but Donna refrained from so stating. The twins knew as well as she just how horrible the Horse was. Although, Donna thought, they didn’t suffer on it as much as she did because they were not yet full grown, and didn’t weigh as much as Donna. That put more weight pressing that cruel plank edge right up into her pussy. It was a terrible punishment and Donna hated it. The twins always tied her so tightly that she couldn’t move a muscle while riding that wooden plank they called the Horse.

“Bye, Donna, dear, we love you,” they chanted as they skipped off into the trees.

Donna sighed. But this wasn’t too bad. She was sitting on the ground with her legs straight out in front of her and her arms at an angle behind her. But it wasn’t too bad. At least her back was straight up and sitting like this wasn’t too uncomfortable. But she wasn’t kidding herself. Even something as seemingly innocent as this could grow more and more uncomfortable until her muscles were screaming for release. And there was the problem of not falling down. She resolved not to fall over and give the twins the satisfaction of condemning her to two hours of riding the Horse.

Hours drifted by slowly, and all Donna had to tell the passage of time was the shifting shadows from the trees and the increasing ache in her shoulders and back muscles. A couple of times in the warm afternoon sunlight she caught herself drifting off into sleep. But she fought it back because she would certainly wake up lying on her side and knowing she was doomed to a hellish two hours before dinner.

In mid afternoon, not far from the time the twins would normally come to observe their captive’s suffering and eventually free her, Donna thought she heard a noise behind her. With difficulty she looked back over her shoulder but could see nothing save greenery. Besides that was not the direction the twins would come from, the path from the house was directly in front of her. Unless they were playing some kind of game, and sneaking around to observe her when she didn’t know they were there. Donna sighed. Well, there was nothing she could do about it so she just sat there in her bonds.

Her shoulders were really aching by now and her lower back was in pain because she had taken to leaning forward as much as she could to ease the stain on her shoulders. Her bottom and the backs of her thighs were itching from the grass, and she had endured various ants crawling over her legs and the rest of her during the long day.

Suddenly there was a little noise again behind her. But before she could look around something grabbed her head from behind and shoved a wad of something into her mouth. The startled girl didn’t have time to react, only to realize that the hands cramming something into her mouth were not the small hands of the twins. These were the rough and strong hands of a man!

Donna squealed but the rubber wad was tight in her mouth, pushing her tongue down and preventing any kind of speech. Quickly the straps attached to the rubber wad were buckled around her head. In less than a minute the gag was secured tightly around her and Donna was silent save for the whines that escaped through her nose.

Only then did her assailant step around to where she could see him. It was a man she had never seen before! He was young, early twenties, and dressed totally in black save for the hands and face. The face was the part Donna didn’t like, Not that he was ugly, but it was his expression. He was not grinning like so many men do when staring at a naked woman. He was not even smiling in the slightest as a job quickly and well done. She could not even detect gloating in his eyes that he now had control over a beautiful naked and totally helpless young woman. What made her shudder deep down was the businesslike expression. No triumph, no joy, not even fear. He was just doing a job and doing it efficiently.

Donna watched as he produced a knife and slashed the rope holding ankles to the metal ring. Then he cut the rope holding her arms pulled back. Donna grunted at the stab of pain the sudden lower of her arms brought then looked up into the eyes of this strange man. But he did not meet her eyes, instead he roughly turned her over onto her stomach. In a second her ankles were being pulled up by the rope hanging from them. That rope he tied to her wrists in a quick but very tight hogtie.

Donna was almost too shocked by this sudden attack to even struggle. But struggling would have been useless because she had been tied from the start. Even after he had cut the ropes holding her to the rings, she had still been tied at the ankles and with her wrists behind her back. The invader picked her up easily and carried her towards the house.

Donna’s mind was a turmoil of emotions. What was happening? Who was this guy? And why was he openly carrying her towards the house? Weren’t Jan and the twins there? Donna had a bad feeling about what she would find in the house.

Her bad feeling came true. Inside the house she was taken to the front room where she found Jan and the twins. Jan was lying on the floor, her arms handcuffed behind her back, her ankles also wearing a pair of handcuffs, and a third pair linking her wrists and ankles in an all-steel hogtie. She was also gagged and her clothes were in disarray, indicating she had put up a considerable fight. The twins were also there, both completely naked and both also hogtied, lying side by side by the front door. Each girl had been gagged with a rubber ball and each was very tightly bound with thin cord, elbows crushed together, cords cutting deeply into the flesh of their legs, and their ankles tied up to their elbows in a hogtie so tight that their hands were actually hidden between their calves and thighs as the legs were folded.

There were two other men present, dressed in black, and just as silent as the one who had carried Donna into the house. Usually when you get a group of men together and present them with four rather lovely young ladies, three of them naked, you will get comments, risqué remarks and some leering. But these men hardly gave the naked girls a second glance as they went about their business. Donna had a very sick feeling in the pit of her stomach about all this.

Two men picked up Jan like she was a package, one grabbing the handcuff link between her wrists and the other the handcuffs joining her ankles. They simply picked her up and carried her from the room. Donna, who had been dumped on a sofa, could hear the whine of pain as Jan’s metal encircled wrists and ankles suddenly took all her weight. She winced along with her mistress.

Then the teenage girls were taken, each picked up by the ropes connecting their ankles and elbows, like a satchel, and carried out the front door. A few seconds later Donna was picked up by two men and carried after her friends.

There was a van, a large van, with ‘Eddie’s Dry Cleaning’ printed on the side. The back doors were open, and through them Donna was dumped into the van. The floor was, surprisingly enough, carpeted rather than the bare steel she had expected. There were four large wooden boxes inside, each about four feet long. From her position on the floor, Donna could see little of what was going on. But she heard Jan squealing in pain and anger even if she couldn’t see what was going on. Her view was limited to the side of Pip who lay in her hogtie directly before Donna’s eyes. Then the twin was picked up and Donna could see her being lowered into one of the boxes. The man did something inside the box after Pip had disappeared from sight, then a lid was put on and screwed down.

Donna was the last to go into a box. As she was being lowered, she could see straps attached to the bottom of the box. Then she was lying on her stomach and could feel a heavy, wide leather strap going around her arms and body at the level of her breasts. Then another around her bent double legs about the level of her ankles. The straps were tightened down until she felt squashed. Then there was darkness as the lid was put over her.

Donna lay there breathing heavily in the darkness of the wooden box, wondering what was happening and feeling deep fear. The ropes were tight on her limbs and the straps crushing, her to the bottom of the box made her whole body immobile. Experimentally she tried to rock her body from side to side and found that all motion was denied her. With an effort she could shift her head from one side to the other but that was only at the cost of scraping her chin on the rough wooden bottom of the box.

Gradually she realized that the darkness was not total, there was a little light coming from someplace. She also realized that she was getting fresh air from somewhere, and concluded that there were air holes cut along the bottom of the box.

She wanted to cry. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes before that she was uncomfortable but happily tied between the two rings in the forest. She had been pleased with herself that she had managed to stay in an upright position all day and would escape having to ride the Horse. Well, for that evening at least. But now, just a few minutes later, she was tightly confined in a box, gagged and helpless, and going to who knows where. And her mistress Jan was also a prisoner of these frightening men. Somehow that was even worse than Donna’s own condition. It was not right for her mistress to be treated like that. She was used to constant confinement and restrictions. But her mistress was Jan, someone special who she loved. This was just not right.

Sounds of men moving around and boxes being slid across the carpeted floor of the van filtered into her prison, but no words. Then her box was moved. After that there was silence for a while, followed by the starting of an engine and the moving of the van. Donna vaguely remembered seeing hanging clothing in the van when she was carried out and figured that their boxes were now stored along the sides of the van, under hanging clothes. Even if a policeman were to look in here, he wouldn’t see four kidnapped and bound up girls, he would see a load of cleaning. Donna started to cry. Four captive girls were being driven off to a new and frightening fate.

The light was blinding in Donna’s eyes when the lid first came off. The trip hadn’t been too long but was certainly uncomfortable. They had been carried from the van still in the boxes, at least Donna had been, and deposited somewhere. Then she had lain there for a long time, hearing nothing, and herself silent in her cruel bonds. She had only a few moments notice when the screws were taken out of the lid of her box. Then there was light.

The men dressed in black were still there. The room she was lifted out into was large but barren. She could see, after her eyes got used to the lights, that the three boxes containing Jan and the twins were lying next to hers, the lids still screwed on tightly. Strong male hands untied the rope connecting her wrists and ankles and she was allowed to unfold, a most satisfying experience after so long in a squashed down hogtie, Donna wanted to talk, to ask questions, and to plead for the release of her mistress. But the gag was left in her mouth. Her wrists were untied from behind her but quickly retied in front, palms facing, with the same rope. Then another length of rope was looped around her wrists bondage. Donna’s eyes followed that rope up to where it disappeared into a hole in the ceiling. She had a bad feeling about that, too.

While one man helped her to her feet, another pressed one of four buttons on the wall. The humming was very low level but the pull on her wrists was very real. Quickly Donna was hoisted up until her toes were inches from the floor. Then the hoist stopped and one of the men tied the rope hanging from her ankle ropes to a small ring set in the floor directly below her. He pulled the rope until it was taut, and Donna could feel her body being stretched lengthwise by the ropes. It was uncomfortable but not really painful.

From her advantage point off the floor, Donna watched as the next box was unscrewed and opened. She flinched as she saw how those leather straps crushed Pip to the bottom of the box. Had she been strapped down that tight? The teenage girl was lifted out and untied from the very tight hogtied she had been bound in before being packed in the box. Her arms were limp by her sides when the ropes were off and Donna whined when she saw the angry marks from deep in the girl’s flesh from those thin cords. The girl’s arms above the elbows were an angry band of reddish indentations. The ropes peeled from her legs left their marks, too. But the girl wasn’t given time to recover. Her wrists were joined in front of her and attached to another rope hanging down from the ceiling. Donna looked up to find, as she expected, three other holes and three other ropes hanging down besides her own. When Pip’s arms were pulled up and her toes left the floor, the teenager was left to hang for a minute. Then one man bent and bound her ankles together. The young girl weakly kicked out at the man, who casually brushed aside her feeble attack. Then he had her feet together and was winding rope around the ankles. He left a few feet of rope hanging down when he was finished but did not tie that to the ring below her. Instead, he took a short length of rope and bound the teenage girl’s elbows together. Pip was forced to bend her head forward as her arms came together over her head. When her elbows were tightly together, bound by the same thin cord that had bound them when she was in a hogtie, she was hoisted again until her head was almost the level of Donna’s. Then her ankle ropes were tied down to the ring in the floor, stretching the slender teenage nudity vertically in the middle of the room.

The next box yielded Jan. Donna wanted to cry out to her mistress but had to hang mute as the oldest of the girls was unlocked from her handcuff hogtie. She tried to fight, but between three strong men, she was easily overpowered. Soon she was hanging next to Donna, hands over her head, ankles tied down to the floor, and still gagged. Before turning their attentions to the fourth box, one of the men casually cut all the already ripped clothing from Jan’s body. Donna wanted to protest that her mistress shouldn’t be seen naked before strange men, that it just wasn’t fair, but she couldn’t.

Patsy was the last to be taken from her box and strung up in mid air. Her elbows had been tied together as with Pip, but Donna and Jan had been spared the additional pain. All four hanging girls formed a large square with the two twins on her left and in front of her and Jan on her right. There was plenty of room for someone to walk in the middle of the square. Donna almost had the impression that this room had been made expressly for the purpose of hanging these four girl in discomfort.

Then the men gathered all the loose bits of rope, the handcuffs, and tossed everything into the boxes. Then they carried the boxes from the room, closing the door behind them, and leaving four naked and hanging girls to wonder about their fate.

Jan and Donna exchanged glances but the only thing Donna could get from the communication was that Jan didn’t know what was going on either. And that she was in as much discomfort as Donna. The main difference was that Donna was used to being bound into contorted and painful positions, it was a way of life with her. Jan was not. She felt terrible when she saw her mistress suffering. The four of them hung for a long time. With no windows and no clocks, they could only go by how much their arms and shoulders ached. And how much their wrists hurt. The twins seemed to be taking this ordeal with the resiliency of teenagers. Jan suffered the most, not being used to hanging by her wrists, even though she had sentenced Donna to that punishment many times. And, Donna remembered, often used it on her own daughters. Donna suffered but knew things could get worse. Much worse.

After what was probably two hours but seemed longer things got worse.

The door opened and in walked a large woman wearing only leather pants and black patent leather high heels. As she clicked her way across the floor, Donna could see that she had very firm muscle tone, firm and very large breasts, and, in general, a shape that most people would call “hard body.” Yet the woman was obviously very much a woman and very sexual in her own, powerful way.