Bound Ankles

6 The Search

Jan’s trip to her house was uneventful and she was able to gather in all the things she thought she would need. It all fitted into one medium sized suitcase—she wanted to travel light. There was no sign of Margaret or police or anyone around the deserted house but the freshly released captive was still careful.

Back at Nigel’s, she did not find either of them in the front of the house so she wandered towards the bedrooms. She found Donna lying on Nigel’s bed, arms still bound behind her with the elbows together, and apparently sleeping on her stomach. Jan sat on the edge of the bed and Donna opened her eyes. “Oh, hi, Jan,” she said dreamily.

“Hi, yourself. Did you... ah, satisfy Nigel?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress. Several times...”

She looked pretty satisfied herself and Jan couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Nigel had taken her body several times while he had held her and her daughters captive in their own home. But that seemed so long ago, and a different sort of Nigel. Right now she wished her pussy hadn’t been so abused by that huge steel prong she had been impaled upon or she would have demonstrated their thanks to Nigel herself. Probably while Donna rested comfortably in bondage down in the basement.

With a deliberate cruelty Jan didn’t untie Donna’s arms from their painfully tight position. And Donna knew better than to ask for release. One of the first lessons a slavegirl learns is that you don’t ask to be released. Your master or mistress releases you when and if they feel like it. Instead, Donna closed her eyes and lay there feeling a very pleasant sensation from her bound arms and the afterglow of some pretty incredible lovemaking. For she had not been kidding Jan, the coupling between her and Nigel did repeat itself twice more before Nigel crawled off to take a shower, leaving the naked and bound girl lying in utter contentment on the bed. Even the hurt of bound elbows felt sort of good to Donna and she didn’t questions that illogicality, she simply felt good all over.

Jan snorted her displeasure but said nothing. She was the one who had told Donna to give all the pleasure she could to this man as one way of saying thank you for the help he was giving them. If Donna had enjoyed it too, that was something that Jan hadn’t thought of ahead and would just have to live with now. She went into the kitchen to fix coffee. Half way through her second cup Nigel walked in wearing a bath robe and a rather contented smile. “Thank you for... Well, you know, for Donna. She obeyed your orders with alacrity.”

“I’m sure she did,” said Jan dryly.

“Do I detect a note of jealousy?”

“You most certainly do not.” Nigel smiled but it wasn’t the usual leer.

“My dear, Donna was fun in bed but I will never feel towards her what I feel towards you.” The words were simply said and made Jan frown. She carefully put her coffee cup down.

“Nigel, are you trying to say something?”

“I don’t know. Let’s just say that I feel about you in a way I’ve never felt before. I’m not even sure what it is. But I do know that I want your respect and friendship.”

Jan sighed softly. She didn’t know how she felt about this man anymore. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy. But he had seemed so ruthless before.

Just then Donna came into the kitchen. “I smelled coffee,” she said cheerfully. “Could someone pour a little in a saucer so I can lap it up?”

Both Nigel and Jan laughed at the naked and bound slavegirl for she was completely serious. Then Jan untied Donna’s arms and asked Nigel for a pair of handcuffs so she could have her hands in front of her and drink her coffee. Nigel agreed but added that he thought the sight of her kneeling on the floor and lapping up her coffee from a saucer doggie style would be interesting.

After all were filled with warm coffee, they sat around the small table in the kitchen, two of them clothed and one still naked and handcuffed but thinking nothing of it.

“It’s about time that we got going,” said Jan. “Margaret’s sure to be home by now and might be hot on our trail any second.”

“You’re right,” said Nigel with a sigh. Obviously he would be content to have these two girls around longer. “I’ve a little house up at Big Bear. It’s not far from the ski slopes and I use it for skiing holidays. I don’t believe Margaret has ever heard of it. You two should be safe there. I’ll arrange for a car for you to drive and give you some money so you can buy food and any other stuff you need. Then I’ll make some inquiries and see what I can find out about this Rashad and his little business.”

“Please do it as fast as you can,” pleaded Jan. “My girls are in terrible danger.”

“Knowing your girls, I suspect their new owner is the one in danger,” commented Nigel. Jan didn’t smile but Donna wanted to. Those two were a handful under the best of circumstances and could give anyone a bad time.

“Well... began Nigel. “I’ll get what you need,” and he was gone. When he returned he put two keys on the table. “For the house,” he said, pointing to one, “For the blue car in the garage,” he indicated the other. Then he placed a fairly large stack of twenty dollar bills next to it. “Buy what you need.” He sat down and wrote out the address of his house at Big Bear Lake. “Have you been up that way before? Good, then you shouldn’t have any trouble finding it. This little map will help.”

There was an awkward silence where no one seemed to know what to say. Finally Jan got up and leaned over to kiss Nigel. “Thank you for all you’re doing.” She turned to Donna. “We’d better be going. I’ve brought one dress that will fit you, it’s in my suitcase.”

“Do I have to wear a dress?” Donna was teasing but half serious. She had become so used to wearing no clothes that it was natural for her now.

“I guess not,” said Jan with a sigh. She grasped Donna joined hands by the link between the handcuffs and led her from the room, pausing only to pick up her suitcase with the other hand. Nigel showed them to the garage and the blue BMW awaiting them. But Donna seemed reluctant to get in.

“Mistress,” she began a little nervously. “I’m now your slavegirl again. That’s the only way I want it. I would feel much better if you were to tie in up for the trip. Sort of package me for transportation. Just having my hands cuffed in front doesn’t seem right for a slavegirl.”

Jan pursed her lips and turned to Nigel. “Be right back,” he said. A minute later he reappeared with a handful of ropes and a blanket.

Jan unlocked the handcuffs when Nigel gave her the key and quickly gathered Donna’s arms behind her back. First the wrists were bound together then the elbows in a duplication of the painfully tight bondage she had been in only minutes before. “Tell me how to transport you,” muttered Jan as she jerked tight the final knots at the naked girl’s elbows. “I’ll show you.”

She made Donna sit on the hood of the car as she bound her legs together at the ankles and above the knees, both bindings pulled very tight. Donna would certainly be aware of her restrictions for the entire drive. She stood Donna on her feet then put a sliding loop of rope around Donna’s slender tummy and pulled the rope down in front, between her legs and up to her hands where she passed the rope between the forearms and around the wrist bondage. The rope then went between the legs again and up to the tummy loop in front. Jan tugged and pulled until Donna squealed and jerked up to her toes. Satisfied that the crotch rope would make its presence felt for the whole trip, Jan knotted it tightly in front.

Donna was then carried by the two of them to the passenger side and inserted into the car. The seat belt was firmly fixed over her waist and across her body to hold her in place. Then Jan placed the blanket over her, tucking it into the seat belt so it would stay in place. When she was finished, she gave Donna’s nipple a tweak through the blanket and shut the car door.

A quick goodbye to Nigel and they drove off. About a block away, Jan noted in her rear view mirror that a police car was pulling up in front of Nigel’s. She breathed a deep sigh of relief. That had been close.

The drive was several hours long and Donna sat uncomplaining for the whole trip, even though her elbows hurt pretty badly. And those ropes cutting into her pussy were both painful and kind of nice. Yet Donna simply sat there, feeling warm and good that she was once again the slavegirl of her beloved mistress. These ropes, unlike those put on my Margaret and Julie, were put on with love by her mistress’ own hand. They were more symbols of love than captivity. Not that they didn’t hold her captive and reminder her of her status with constant discomfort. They were very real and she loved that, too.

Nigel’s “little house” by the ski slopes turned out to resemble a large log cabin. There was a garage but the key didn’t fit the door and Jan had to park outside by the front door. Since it was night time, and there was only a few other houses around and none immediately next door in the pine tree covered mountains, she simply unlocked the door, untied Donna’s legs and allowed the naked and still partly bound girl to dash inside.

The inside was nicely furnished in western motif with colorful blankets on the walls and Navaho carpets on the floor. Beyond the living room, Jan found a nice kitchen, a hall way leading down to two bedrooms, and a cozy den with another fireplace. And, best of all, with open beams crossing the room about eight feet off the floor. Those beams looked solid enough to hold an elephant and set Jan’s mind to thinking. The naked and bound Donna followed her around. Jan chose one of the bedroom, one with a big four poster bed of solid posts. Jan was sure that Nigel had used those posts for the same purpose that she very well might. She could almost see the worn places where a struggling girl might be bound. But perhaps that was her imagination.

She took Donna back to the den, fetching the rope she had taken off her legs on the way. Once there she positioned Donna under one of the overhead beams and tied one end of the longest rope to her left ankle. The rest of the rope she tossed over the beam.

“You aren’t going to...” Donna began.

“Sure am, darling. I’m going to make sure you stay put while I go back to that super market I saw open and get us some groceries. This won’t hurt.” Jan was pulling on the free rope and making Donna’s leg rise into the air. Donna hoped on one foot until her bound ankle came to rest with the leg horizontal to the floor and straight out in front of her. Jan brought the rope back down to the ankle, wrapped it around several times then knotted it firmly with several knots. When she stepped back Donna was balanced on one leg with the other sticking straight out. She was leaning slightly towards the right but seemed to have her balance pretty good.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, sweetheart,” Jan said as she gathered up her purse. “You just stay here. When I get back we’ll see about dinner and sleeping accommodations. Bye.”

Donna would normally have considered protesting being left in such an awkward position but held her tongue. She was so glad to be Jan’s slavegirl again that she really didn’t care if she was treated a little roughly. Besides, she was used to it from Jan but mainly from the twins. She said good-bye to Jan’s departing back and settled down to a short term of imprisonment on one foot.

Her arms were still bound with the elbows touching and they really hurt. And that crotch rope was still cutting into her pussy with an insistent ache. She quickly found that she could move her torso around a bit. Not that she found any comfortable positions, but at least she could changes things somewhat.

It was while bending backward to ease the strain on her shoulders that Donna lost her balance. It began slowly but grew worse until she was hopping on her good foot in an effort to regain her footing. But she had leaned too far backwards and couldn’t bring her body up. The free foot went out from under her and she fell. Fortunately she had the good sense to turn herself so that she was not twisting her bound leg as she fell. As it was, she banged her head on the floor and let out with a loud “ouch.” When she recovered a bit, she found that she was hanging by her ankle, her head and shoulders touching the floor but the rest of her suspended. Her free leg could be moved around a lot but do nothing. The strain on her ankle was great but not unbearable. She laughed at her own stupidity for not standing still and settled down to suffer in this new position until her Mistress returned.

Jan laughed when she saw Donna in semi-suspension.

“Well, girl, what have you gotten yourself into? Well, you can just stay there until I get the bags into the house.” Jan turned away from the pleading look on Donna’s face.

Eventually the food was put a way and Jan wandered down into the den to let Donna down from her very uncomfortable position. She even took enough pity on the poor girl to untie her arms from the elbows-locked-together position and tied her wrists crossed, a much more comfortable position for the naked slavegirl.

Jan prepared a nice dinner and they ate together in happiness. Donna was once again the property of her mistress and Jan was free of that awful Margaret Summers and at least doing something to find her daughters.

They went to bed that night in the same bed. But Jan bound Donna’s ankles together and left her hands crossed behind her back. Even though Jan went to bed completely naked, her sex still hurt from the long hours impaled on that steel prong and she didn’t feel like having her slavegirl service her. Donna would have gladly performed the service but accepted her mistress’ orders meekly. They fell asleep with their bodies pressed hard together and Jan’s arms around her possession.

The next morning there was a call from Nigel but it was only to make sure that they had arrived safely and to tell them that he was going to get busy on tracking down this Mr. Rashad. Jan again thanked him and settled into a nervous waiting period in which she had little to do except worry. It was bothering her that she could do nothing, and Donna saw that. So she tried to fill Jan’s mind with other things.

“There’s a lot of forest behind the house,” Donna commented while standing before one of the back windows. The slavegirl was still naked, the normal costume, and her hands still crossed and bound behind her. Maybe we could take a little walk...?”

Jan looked at Donna then out at the pine forest. Finally she said, “Okay, you little troublemaker. We’ll take a walk but you’ll be sorry.”

Donna tried not to smile For their hike in the forest, Donna was dressed in a man’s coat that came to a little below her hips and that they found in one closet, and a pair of jogging shoes. Her arms remained bound under the coat and the rest of her stayed naked under there too. Jan tucked the sleeves into the pockets and the whole effect wasn’t too unusual looking unless you were right up close. Jan’s clothes were more normal. It might look a little strange that this one girl was wearing a coat but had completely bare legs, but not strange enough to evoke an investigation. There was a couple of trails beginning behind the house and Jan choice one heading away from the road. They walked for a while in silence. The air was clear and sweet, and the forest around them very pretty. The pines smelled wonderful and Donna was very happy. Even Jan seemed to perk up some. They saw no one else on the trail and heard only occasional distant sounds of cars to indicate that they weren’t a hundred miles from the nearest humans.

“Jan, dear?” Donna started. “Just what was it you did to Julie?”

Jan didn’t answer for a long time. Finally she simply said, “It didn’t cause her any permanent damage. She was simply in pain.”

Donna waited for some more but Jan apparently didn’t want to talk about it. “It’s nice up here,” she offered in an effort to get the conversation going again. “Maybe we could take this coat off for a while?”

Jan unbuttoned the coat and slipped it from Donna’s shoulders. With Jan carrying the coat, Donna felt free, the simple matter of her wrists being crossed and bound behind her being nothing. Not to this slavegirl. It felt strange to be walking around in the forest completely naked but also very good. And exciting, too.

“Jan, dear, is your... your sex better now?”

“Yes, it’s feeling better. It’s... What are you hinting at, you little slavegirl?”

“Well, we are all alone. And we’ve never made love out in the forest.....

Jan sighed but with a smile on her face. She looked around and led her mischievous slavegirl to a place where a small log was lying on the ground. She put the coat on the log and pulled her stretch pants down and off over her shoes. She wore no underwear. Then she pulled the T-shirt over her had to reveal what Donna had already known—there was no bra to hold in those lovely breasts. Jan sat on the coat and leaned back, spreading her legs as she did. Donna eagerly sank to her knees between those legs and sought to bury her face in the pubic bush of her beloved mistress.

What followed was a long, slow session of lesbian lovemaking in which Donna used all her skills to slowly bring her mistress up to a climax. She used her mouth on taut nipples and licked those beautifully shaped breasts all-over. She stuck her tongue into Jan’s sex and wiggled it until Jan was gasping. Finally, when Jan could take it no longer, Donna sped up her tongue and drove Jan into a very intense orgasm that left the mistress gasping and rigidly arched over that log.

Both girls were highly satisfied with the results. Jan adjusted her clothes back into position and they resumed their little hike with Donna’s coat still over Jan’s arm. Donna didn’t mind, she was enjoying the fresh air and walking naked through the woods. It surprised her how exciting it was to be out in a pine forest, naked and with her hands bound behind her back. But being with Jan made it all good.

They eventually made their way back to the house where Jan fixed lunch. Both had Worked up an appetite on their hike and enjoyed the lunch, even if Jan did have to feed each bite to the bound Donna. After lunch, Jan began pacing the house, obviously still worried about her daughters. Donna wished there was something she could say to make her friend feel better. She got to thinking about it and finally came up with an idea that might work.

“Jan,” she said, “when we were captives of Margaret, there were times when I failed you. There were times when I saw you being horribly punished and I should have said something.”

“What could you have done? Nothing.”

“Still, as your slavegirl, I should have tried. There were limes when I should have offered to take your place. Margaret might not have agreed but I still should have offered,” Donna pointed out logically. “I should have offered. I was remiss in my duties as a proper slavegirl, my duties to try everything in my power to protect my Mistress.”

“What are you leading up to?”

“I think that you should punish me,” Donna said simply and sincerely.

For a while Jan simply looked at Donna. Then she smiled.

“Yes, slave, I think you’re right. And what would be proper punishment for a slavegirl who made such a massive dereliction of her duty?”

“You could whip my bottom,” she offered shyly. “But both of us still have sore skins there. Still, a slavegirl sometimes has to expect a whipping, even if she’s been punished recently...”

Jan nodded understandingly. “Get in the den,” was all she said. Donna eagerly obeyed, being careful to not be seeming too eager. For a minute she stood around in the room with the two massive overhead beams, waiting for her mistress. When Jan finally came in she was carrying the extra rope that had originally bound Donna’s legs together on the trip up, and a man’s wide leather belt.

She untied Donna’s hands from behind her back and retied them in front of her, palms facing each other. Then she tied one end of a length of rope around her wrists bondage, tying the knots down tightly. She tossed the rest of the rope over a beam and pulled until Donna was standing on her tip-toes then tied the end off on a convenient doorknob. Donna was so glad to see a little of the old spark in Jan’s eyes that she didn’t mind the hurt in her wrists. She didn’t even feel apprehension at what Jan might do with that belt lying on a couch.

For a while Jan circled her captive, drinking in the lovely lines of the body straining to keep contact with the floor. The feet were arched nicely and muscles in the legs were at their most shapely. Her tummy was flat and the hips flared out just enough to be sexy. Perky nipples stuck out from as fine a pair of breasts as any woman every had, and soft golden hair hung down to mid back. All in all, a lovely package.

The belt was wide enough so as not to do any cutting of the still tender flesh. But that didn’t mean that it couldn’t hurt. With the first slap of leather upon soft flesh Donna knew she was stupid to have every taunted Jan into this. It hurt! A wide strip of her bottom cheeks was now burning with an old, familiar fire. Donna gasped and raised one leg up but quickly put it back down. The pain wasn’t as bad as many other times but it was enough to wake her up to the fact that she had asked for something she didn’t really deserve, that would hurt, and that would probably leave her bottom in a state where it would be very uncomfortable to sit down for a day or two. Yet she was glad she had done it, if it helped Jan. The slashing of her bare bottom continued for a long time, each stroke coming slowly, giving the bound girl a full chance for the pain of the last one to fade to a dull burn and ache. Only when all of the bottom cheeks and most of the backs of her thighs were covered with wide red marks did Jan put the belt down.

“Feel punished enough?” she asked as she teased one rigid nipple with a fingernail.

“If my Mistress says I am,” came the reply between pants. Jan’s only reply was to walk back to the couch and pick up the whip. “I’ve always wondered what a wide belt would do if slashed squarely across a girl’s breasts,” she mused as she moved into position in front of the sweating and pained girl.

“Please don’t, Mistress. Not on my breasts.”

“Pleading? Remember the punishment for pleading?”

“Yes, Mistress. For pleading it is a whipping on the bottom.”

Donna wanted to sigh but didn’t. A slavegirl can’t win any argument and shouldn’t even try.

“Well, your bottom is nice and warmed up. But there are your breasts.”

Jan playfully tapped one erect nipple with the end of the doubled up belt. Then she stepped back and swung the full length of the belt squarely across both breasts. Donna gasped then cried out in pain. Her feet both left the floor as she danced in blind reaction to the searing pain shooting through her breasts. Jan licked her lips as she watched this beautiful naked woman writhe and jerk about at the end of her rope, contortions that not only showed the pain within but the incredibly beautiful body to it’s fullest. There is nothing in the world as beautiful as a naked woman writhing in agony. Jan sighed with pleasure.

The belt was tossed aside after Donna’s dance of pain quieted down to a whimpering and her body hanging limp from the beam. Jan went over and put her arms around the suffering nudity. “Please, Mistress, not across my breasts. That hurt so much,” whispered Donna.

“Good.” It was only one simple word but it told volumes to the bound and naked girl. It said that she was owned, that his woman she loved would do with her body as she please, that she would feel pain or pleasure at her mistress’ whim. She was glad for having given pleasure to her mistress, even as she winced when her very sore breasts were crushed between the two girls.

Donna was left to hang there while Jan made coffee and started a fire in the fireplace. The afternoon was half over and it wasn’t really that cold but a fire seemed a nice thing. A couple hours later Jan let Donna down, retied her wrists behind her back and took her to the bathroom for a warm, reviving bath. Later, after dinner, Jan added wood to the fire, to make it blaze up and turned off all the lights. For a while she sat on the couch facing the fire while Donna, knelt before her, Jan using the bound and naked girl’s back for a foot rest. Jan sipped a snifter of brandy and enjoyed the utter submission of her slavegirl. For over an hour she had Donna kneel by the fireplace, squatting back on her heels, back straight and head bowed in a very submissive and docile position. Donna did not utter a word, and looked very lovely with her bare skin glowing warmly in the flickering firelight. Finally she took Donna to the bedroom, bound her ankles together, and made her service her owner, long and slow. They slept with the naked slave girl cuddling against her owner.

The next day came the call from Nigel.

Jan came back into the den all bubbly and happy. “He thinks he’s got a line on Rashad,” she blurted to Donna.

“That’s nice,” replied Donna in a strained voice. The naked girl was hanging upside down from the beam, her arms tightly bound behind her with elbows together and very tight ropes crushing her arms against her body and pulling in her tummy. She had been hanging for half an hour and was finding the strain a bit much. But she was happy for Jan.

“Got to get you down so we can meet Nigel.” She headed towards the ropes binding Donna’s ankles.

“Mistress?”

“Yes?”

“Before you untie me, could you... Well...”

“You would like a little satisfaction?” guessed Jan.

“I would like a lot of satisfaction,” replied Donna with an upside down smile. “I’ve been giving you service about three times a day. And you’ve got me all horny hanging upside down like this. Could you...?”

Jan frowned. “It is not right for a slave to make demands or even requests of her mistress,” she pondered out loud. “But you have been a very good slavegirl. I’ll just ignore your asking for pleasure. If I didn’t I’d have to punish you for it, right? Yes, of course. Instead, I think I’ll just give you a good tongue-lashing.”

And she did. She tossed off her clothes and stood before Donna’s hanging figure. Her mouth was just at the height of Donna’s pussy, perhaps subconsciously planned that way, perhaps simply by accident. But Jan only had to use her fingers to spread apart the lips guarding Donna’s clit and bend her head slightly forward to lick that most sensitive part of Donna’s body. It was obvious that Donna was indeed horny and ready for she quickly was moaning and her body stiffening and trembling with pleasure. As she neared her reward climax, she pushed her head up between Jan’s legs and began kissing and licking at the exposed sex there in a frenzy of passion. She couldn’t do it with the ease that Jan did, because she lacked hands, but she made up for that with vigor and soon had Jan moaning with pleasure too.

The vertical sixty-nine position continued only for a couple minutes before Donna’s body arched hard against Jan’s and trembled all-over with a massive orgasm. Jan cried aloud and threw herself onto the couch where she fingered herself into a orgasm while watching her slavegirl twisting and jerking around at the end of her tether like a freshly caught fish.

A long time later Jan came back down to earth and forced herself to dress and let down the moaning Donna. But she knew that most of the moaning was from pleasure, not pain. Los Angeles is a strange city, part civilized metropolis, part sprawling blight upon the sunny landscape. Millions lived there, breathing air first breathed by millions of cars, polluting their lungs and shorting their lives by the very air they inhaled. Forty and fifty story tall iron and glass monsters reared their heads into the smog layers, while flat homes spread out all around like a carpet of square brown mushrooms.

It was into that Gotham City on the Pacific that Jan and Donna drove one Wednesday afternoon, following freeways crowded with cars and trucks and motorcyclists apparently hell bent upon self-destruction as they wove madly in and out of lanes of traffic. Their eventual destination was an older hotel on the edge of once-great Hollywood. As Nigel had predicted, there was a room awaiting in Jan’s name. The two immediately retreated to that room to shower the grit off themselves after a three hour drive down from Big Bear Lake.

Donna was not wearing her slave accoutrements, no rope and no handcuffs. She was completely unfettered and feeling rather strange without something on her wrists. After her shower, she presented her naked body to Jan, back turned and wrists crossed behind her. Jan obligingly bound the wrists with cord, perhaps a little tighter than necessary as punishment for a mild case of insolence then let the naked and secured girl hide in the bathroom as room service brought them a large and much desired lunch. As soon as the uniformed bellboy was gone, Donna came bouncing out to join Jan at their meal.

They were almost finished when there was a soft knock on the door. Jan admitted Nigel, who gave her a gentle kiss on one cheek. Donna noted that Jan returned the kiss, not passionately but definitely friendly style. Donna got a hello and a pat on her bare bottom.

“Rashad,” Nigel began without further ritual, “owns a large house in Beverly Hills. A large fence surrounds the place and there are guards. Discreet, of course, but nevertheless making it hard for anyone to sneak in.”

“Then how do we...?” began Jan.

“Easy. We walk in the front door,” Nigel replied with a smile. Jan frowned. “You and I are going to pose as a couple of prospective buyers of a slavegirl. That will get us in and maybe even a chance to find out if the girls are there.”

Jan thought about it for a few seconds. “I’m game,” she said. “Does Donna stay in the hotel?”

“No. She’s our proof that we are serious slave buyers. We take her along under the pretext of seeing what Rashad thinks he might be able to get for her. We tell him that we’re tired of her and are thinking about switching to a different slavegirl. I’ll drop all kinds of hints that we might well do this every year or so, which means money for him, of course. Should work.”

“What makes you think we’ll see if the girls are there?” asked Donna.

“We tell him that we’re looking for something young, very young. My source tells me that most of the girls that run through his place are kidnapped girls between fifteen and twenty-five. Most are runaways from home who come to LA to get away from the terrible life at home with their parents. From what I’ve heard there are dozens of them getting off the bus every day. They make easy pickings if you know what you’re doing. And he gets girls from other cities. If he kidnapped too many in one city it could alert the authorities that something was happening. But a few girls disappearing happens all the time.”

Jan was anxious. “Oh, Nigel, do you really thing we can find them?”

“I hope so. We’ll give it a try,” said Nigel, taking a taste of the fancy French eclair on Donna’s plate. “I’ve arranged for an appointment tomorrow. Until them I suggest that you two go and buy some clothes. Jan, you get some dress that makes you look frightfully rich. There are shops on Rodeo Drive that will be glad to fix you up. And Donna should have a short black skirt, some high heels, and a white blouse.”

Jan hugged him and gave him a kiss that held a little more passion that the first. Nigel made a date to take them out to dinner and was gone.

The girls, armed with a considerable amount of cash courtesy of Nigel, visited several shops that weren’t too big but the price tags were. When they returned to the hotel room, Jan put on a tight-fitting evening dress of soft burgundy velvet. Nigel arrived exactly at the time he said he would.

“You look ravishing, Jan, dear,” he -said. “But why isn’t Donna dressed to go? I mean, I like her wearing only ropes around her wrists but the restaurant might not.”

“Donna’s decided to stay in the room. I’ve called room service to bring her a meal,” Jan said with a smile.

“Oh, I see,” replied Nigel. “Will she be able to eat? I mean, with her hands tied behind her back?”

“I suspect she’ll get along fine,” Jan replied.

Just then there was a knock on the door and Donna retreated to the bathroom in a, hurry. A minute later Jan opened door to let Donna know her dinner was ready. But before leaving, she sat Donna down on the bed and bound her ankles tightly with rope. Then she tied a piece of rope to Donna’s ever-present silver collar. The other end was tied to leg of the bed. Donna had enough slack to reach the bathroom, the bed, the dinner cart beside the bed, and perhaps the television, if she stretched. But she wasn’t going to leave the room and any wandering around would have to be done with bound ankles.

“She’ll be okay,” said Jan as she and Nigel walked towards the car. “She’s used to her hands being tied behind her back for weeks on end. She can eat that way, I know. Besides,” she grinned, “I ordered spaghetti for her. With chocolate pudding for desert.”

When they returned to the hotel room, rather late, the found that Donna had indeed consumed the food, or most of it, and had even cleaned up her face, or most of it. She was still tied, not that her condition surprised anyone, and she was lying on the bed, watching the TV. She greeted them in a friendly but properly submissive manner and was surprised when both of them said nothing but immediately began to work on her bondage. The rope was untied from her collar. Her hands were untied from the crossed position and retied palm to palm. Then her elbows were again tied together, tightly so they would both be secure and hurt. Then she was sat down on the bed and her knees tied together. While she was sitting there, Jan wadded up one of the pairs of panties the girls had purchased and stuffed them into Donna’s mouth. just as the girl was asking if this had anything to do with visiting the slave trader’s place. From her purse, Jan pulled a wide roll of surgical tape. Nigel held Donna’s hair up and out of the way while Jan wrapped the tape around and around Donna’s head, securing the panties in her mouth and sealing her lips together. Then Jan pulled another pair of panties over Donna’s head so that the hair was inside it. The tape was then used to wrap around and around the poor girl’s head until her eyes were totally covered and only her nose showed. When Jan ran out of tape, Donna’ head from chin to above the eyes was solid tape save for a small hole where her nose stuck out.

Nigel then rolled the naked slavegirl onto her stomach and Jan tied a piece of rope to her ankles. That went up and around her wrist bondage then back down to the ankles. Jan pulled while Nigel helped compress Donna’s legs double. When the final knot was tied and Nigel stopped pushing down on Donna’s legs, the naked girl was tightly hogtied, and certainly not going to be able to free herself.

The two of them picked her up and placed her on a coffee table, Then they moved the coffee table over to where it was easily visible from the bed. More rope was used to bind Donna’s stomach to the table, fixing her in place so she could not wiggle forward or backward, nor even roll to either side. Satisfied at last that the had their slavegirl totally helpless, blind and silent, Jan turned to Nigel and gave him a very long, very passionate kiss.

In her rope and tape prison, Donna wondered what was going on. She could hear the two moving around but there were no words spoken so she still didn’t know why it was she had been so completely bound up as well as blindfolded and gagged. After a while she detected noises that sounded like zippers. There were some very low moans that Donna wasn’t sure she really heard. Then there was a couple of exclamations from a female voice that Donna knew was Jan. But what was happening?

There was the sound of rustling on the bed, of moans of pleasure, and perhaps now and then a sound that might have been a slap of bare hand against bare skin. Over a long time the sounds of sexual excitement in a woman came to Donna’s muffled ears, mixed with other sounds that she couldn’t identify but made her think of a woman being tightly bound up. Donna shook her head and wished she could see, even if they didn’t allow her movement.

At long last there were sounds of gasping and moaning and little squeals of pleasure that could only be a woman nearing orgasm. Donna shook her head and tried to rock her body off the coffee table but could not move an inch. When Jan cried out with the intense pleasure of orgasm, Donna’s body arched and stiffened as much as it could and she ached with frustration. All the naked and tied down girl could think of was how wonderful it had been a couple days before when she had been ordered to surrender herself to Nigel’s sexual gratification. Now the shoe was on the other foot, or the penis was in the other pussy, however you looked at it, and all Donna could feel was horny and very frustrated.

There were two more orgasms for Jan, spaced out over the night, while Donna could only lie on her hard wooden table, ache from the cruelly tight bondage, and wish it were her over there in bed. She slept some, between the orgasms for her mistress, in a bondage that most girls would have found impossible to endure, let alone nap in.

In the morning she was untied by a smiling Jan. “Well, did you two enjoy looking at me while you had sex,” she said more crossly than she meant to.

“Yes,” was all that Jan would reply. Donna noted that Jan’s wrists and ankles bore rope marks but wisely refrained from asking where they came from. She was only the slavegirl property of this woman, she reminded herself. It was not her place to inquire into her mistress’ love life, no matter how near to her naked and bound body it had taken place.

They all went down to breakfast and no more was said about the evening’s entertainment.

After spending the night hogtied on a coffee table, Donna was a bit stiff the next morning. But she didn’t protest as Nigel and Jan made her put on the sheer white blouse they had bought and then bound her arms with the wrists crossed high up on her back by her shoulder blades. A harness of rope around her shoulders formed the anchor for her wrists to be tied to so she couldn’t pull them back down. She was then dressed in the black leather skirt they had bought yesterday, no panties. Donna noted that the skirt barely covered her pussy and sitting down would be downright obscene, but again said nothing.

The blouse tucked into the skirt and from the front looked pretty nice, the bound slavegirl thought as she saw herself in the mirror. They added high heels with about the tallest heels Donna had ever seen. The store manager said that they were three and a half inches, and that really high heels were all the rage now. Donna found that she could walk easily even without her arms for balance, but only after a few minutes practice. And she liked what they did to the shape of her legs.

Jan dressed up in one of her new dresses and Donna had to admire the way it set off her raven hair and fine figure. The simple diamond necklace went well with a low neckline that revealed a fair amount of the tops of a nice pair of breasts. Jan’s heels weren’t as high as Donna’s but high enough to make her legs look very nice.

“How are we going to get Donna down to the car?” asked Jan, eyeing the see-through qualities of her slave’s blouse. “That blouse is next to nothing. And that skirt is so short, she looks like a hooker.”

“Not to worry, dearest,” Nigel said smoothly. He produced a short jacket which he put over Donna’s shoulders. The zipper in front was pulled up half way and the sleeves were tucked into the pockets. The effect was not too unusual looking, provided one did not look too closely.

“But what about the skirt?” asked Jan.

“So she’s a hooker. You think this hotel hasn’t see them before?”

Jan snorted but didn’t press the issue. They made it to the car with only a few stares from the males in the lobby. It was a little awkward for Donna to get into the back seat of the car, and in the process she flashed quite a bit of pussy at the doorman who was holding open her door. If he was shocked by the display of female private parts or at the way this girl didn’t seem to have any arms, he didn’t say a word.

It wasn’t a long drive to Rashad’s and it was made in silence, each person deep in his or her own thoughts. Finally they pulled down a long driveway lined with thick bushes, and came to a gate guarded by a man in a business suit. He checked them over and even checked the car’s license plate against a clipboard. Then he waved them on. Rashad was as Donna remembered him; dark complexion and a reasonably handsome face. He greeted the three of them warmly and invited them into a lounge where they were offered drinks. With the polite foreplay over, Nigel launched into his story about he and his wife wanting to get rid of this slavegirl and buy another. He made Donna out to be a good slave but lacking in spirit. Then he outlined an ideal slavegirl that fitted either of the twins quite well. When he finished, Rashad said nothing but seemed deep in thought. Finally he came back to life and asked if he might see the merchandise.

Jan took Donna’s coat off and told her to show her figure off. Donna did, turning around like a fashion model, letting this slave trader see her big, bouncy breasts and the way her hands were tightly bound and out of the way. She got a little thrill out of showing her figure off for a man she knew bought and sold girls. It was easy to think of the whole thing as a game when she knew that Nigel and Jan wouldn’t really sell her. So Donna laid it on thick, both in showing off her lovely body and in acting very submissive and obedient.

It must have worked. Rashad almost licked his lips. “No spirit, you say?” he asked. “But everything else is first rate, no?”

“Oh, the girl is good looking,” Nigel tossed off casually. “But what good is a slave who is already broken?”

Rashad nodded. A man used to handling slavegirls would surely understand those who like to break a girl’s spirit and reduce her to an obedient slave. It was a challenge to do it without ruining the girl.

“I understand,” he said. “Perhaps I can help you. But perhaps you would like to have this lovely creature not present while we discuss the details, no?”

“You have someplace to store her?” asked Jan in a very haughty tone.

“But of course, Madam. We are well equipped to handle slavegirls here.” He clapped his hands and two men entered. “Take this slavegirl to the holding cells.” Then he turned to Nigel. “Would you wish that she be punished? We have some delightful pieces of equipment downstairs?”

Nigel actually yawned. “If you like,” he muttered in a rather bored tone.

Rashad waved his hand and the two men took Donna from the room, each holding her upper arm. The stairs downward were short and she soon found herself walking alone a corridor with many doors, most of them closed. When the finally turned into one, Donna found that she was not to be punished alone. There was another girl already in the room, a girl about Donna’s age, completely naked and cruelly bound on a version of the Horse. The room had a metal pole running from one wall to the other, a pole about three feet off the ground and only about two inches in diameter. On that pole the other girl was sitting. Her arms were bound behind her and pulled up towards an overhead hook, and her legs were spread wide apart by ropes going to hooks in the walls. She looked as if she had been there for a while and was suffering.

“Please, oh, please take me down,” the girl pleaded with the men. “I’m hurting so much. I’ll be good, honest I will!”

The men ignored the pleading nude girl as they took Donna over to the pole. One pulled up her skirt until it was above her pussy, then both of them easily lifted her up and set her down straddling the pole. It wasn’t as sharp as the Horse ad Margaret’s, or even the one that Jan had in the big room in the basement of her house. But it was also not very wide and not the most comfortable thing to sit on.

One man attached a rope to those around her wrists and threw that over the hook above her. The other was tying a rope to each ankle. Soon they had Donna riding the Horse, legs spread very wide, arms tied overhead so she couldn’t possibly get off. Donna, being an experienced slavegirl, considered this a mild punishment. It hurt and would certainly grow uncomfortable as time went on, but could have been much, much worse. Perhaps this was Rashad’s idea of a polite punishment for a visiting slavegirl.

The other girl did not seem to be very used to this kind of treatment. “Why didn’t you fight them?” she asked with a sneer in her voice. “You could have kicked one of them in the nuts.”

“And what would that have gained me?” replied Donna calmly. “They’re stronger, my arms are bound, and I could never get away.”

“It’s still stupid not to try. I fight them every chance I get.”

“Tell me, do you get punished more than the other girls here?”

“Well... I guess so, But a girl has to try to escape. I just have to.” The other girl, who was a very pretty blonde with a good, if somewhat slender, figure, shook her head. “I would do anything to get out of this place. I’ve been up here for hours and it hurts something terrible.”

“It could be worse,” offered Donna. “Have you ever ridden a Horse with a sharp edge?”

“A Horse? Is that what they call this thing. Well, no. But this is bad enough. It’s pure torture.”

Donna didn’t bother explaining to this girl that real torture was where you were in so much pain that you couldn’t carry on a conversation like they were, and when it got bad enough after many long hours, you began screaming and couldn’t stop.

“They kidnapped you too, huh?”

Donna didn’t see any reason to try to explain the truth so she just nodded.

“Are there many girls here?” she asked, hoping to get some information about the twins.

“I don’t know. A few. Maybe five or six. It’s hard to tell. They got cages and cells all over the place.”

“When I was kidnapped,” Donna launched into a story she thought would fit what she saw here, “I was held in a house somewhere for several days. There were two girls with me when we were all kidnapped but they took those girls away the first day. You haven’t seen two teenage twins? Both black hair, slender but good figures for their age?”

“Yeah, I saw them. And you think I give the guards a bad time! They were hell on wheels. After the first day they keep those girls really tied tight. You know what I mean? I don’t mean just handcuffs or some rope like they treat us. I mean like tied with their feet up to their hands behind them, you know. Really tight.”

“Those girls were friends. Do you know where they are?”

“I think they were sold. That’s what I hear is going to happen to all of us. We get sold! Would you believe that? Like in some cheap, men’s adventure novel. One day they’re going to get in real trouble with the law. Yes, sir.”

“They were sold? To who?” Donna held her breath. “Oh, I don’t know. No one tells us anybody’s names around here, you know.”

“Did you see the person who bought them?”

“Well, yes, I guess.” She paused to try and shift her weight on the metal pole. “Gawd I hate this thing. And this place. And all those assholes who run it. Stupidest thing I ever heard of. Slaves right her in American. Didn’t the constitution outlaw that or something?”

“It did. But what about the person who bought the girls?”

“Well, he was a tall, good looking man. Sort of average. Wearing a business suit, blue, soft pink tie. Sort of average looking man, you know?”

“Average,” said Donna, all hopes dropping. “And she was a real weirdo, you know.”

“She? It was a couple who bought the twins?”

“Nah. The guy bought one and the gal, she bought the other. I just happen to be in the room both times, that’s why I saw them.”

“What did this woman look like?” said Donna, hoping for any little clue she could pass on to Nigel and Jan.

“Well, she was tall, all dressed in black. Really slinky black dress, you know. She had black hair.”

“How old was she,” prompted Donna.

“Well, old like. You know. Like maybe thirty or something.”

“Anything else you noted about her?”

“She was kind of pretty but never smiled, you know. Black dress, black handbag, black shoes. Real funny way to dress.”

“Could she have been in mourning?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.” Donna shifted her weight, or tried to, and then quit. The effort was too hard and just hurt more. The pole seemed to be getting thinner by the minute.

For a long time neither of them spoke, each absorbed in her own pain. Donna had mixed feelings. She had learned something but not enough to be of real help. She hoped that Nigel and Jan were learning much more. And she sighed when she realized that those two were upstairs trying to convince Rashad that they wanted to buy two girls who were already sold. Maybe this whole thing was a waste of time.

“Ugh! Hate this thing,” the other girl repeated. “Didn’t tell you my name, did I? I’m Donna. What’s your name?”

Donna sighed. “I’m Donna, too.”

“Well, ain’t that a coincidence! Imagine two girls being kidnapped and they turn out to have the same name! Wow!”

“Common name,” muttered Donna.

“Yeah, well, still...” The other girl looked at Donna more closely. “Those whip marks on your breasts?”

“Yes. They whipped me at that house. I made the mistake of trying to fight them.”

“Oh, wow. Your ass marked up too? I can’t see around there.”

“Yes, my bottom is marked up, too.”

“Yeah. Well, I ain’t got a good whipping and don’t want one. One guy hit me with a small whip when I first got here. That hurt my ass. They’d better not plan on whipping me. On your breasts, wow!”

A welcome silence again descended. Donna found this girl’s chattering to be unpleasant, an additional torture to have to endure. Her shoulders and hands and pussy hurt enough, she didn’t have to be assaulted by this stupid creature. Where was a gag when you needed one?

Five minutes later: “Never will forget that guy and gal who bought your twins.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. He had the funniest voice, you know, all rough sort of. Here’s this average looking guy and when he speaks it’s all sort of, what do they call that, gravel? Yeah, that’s it, gravely voice. Don’t hear too many people like that, you know.”

Donna sighed inwardly. At least it was something else to tell Nigel and Jan.

“Yeah, and that gal, she was different too. Don’t see too many girl’s with tattoos.”

“Tattoos?”

“Yeah, she had this little rose tattooed on her ankles. Probably something she had done back when she was a teenager or something. Some girls do stupid things, you know.”

“What color was this tattoo?”

“Well, red, of course. That’s the right color for a rose, you know.”

“I don’t suppose you noticed anything else unusual about those two?”

“No, that’s it. Don’t see what difference it makes. From what I hear, you and I are going to get sold. One girl says that most of us get sold to real rich sheiks in those places where all the oil is.”

“Sheiks.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Well, I figure life in a harem can’t be too bad, you know. Like sitting around all day in a fancy place ain’t too bad. And if some old Arab sticks his wick in me now and then, well that ain’t anything new.”

Donna didn’t doubt that.

“So I figures maybe I sort of work my way up to number one wife pretty soon. I got a face and body better that those Arab women, you know. Some shrike gotta like me best. Just natural.”

The conversation was cut mercifully short by the arrival of the same two guards. They took the ropes off Donna and lifted her down. She was glad to get her pussy off that really rather thin metal pipe.

“Hey, you bastards, get me down off this thing! My Dad’s gonna kick your asses when he finds out about this. He’s rich, he can do it.”

The closing door was merciful to Donna. She was led back down the corridor and to the same lounge where she saw Nigel and Jan standing by the entrance.

“Here is your slave, all safe and sound,” oozed Rashad, sounding not unlike a used car salesman. “I’m sure she enjoyed her little visit with my dungeon.”

“That’s fine,” said Nigel, dismissing the subject. “So it’s set. Next Wednesday, here. Fine.” He watched as Jan put the jacket back on Donna to cover her bound arms. She also pulled down Donna’s skirt where the men had carelessly left it hiked up around her hips.

Rashad escorted them to the front door and their car. Donna didn’t like the way his eyes kept devouring her body. Too much like a cat with one paw on the tail of a mouse and anticipating the fun to come.

No one spoke until they were back on public streets. “Nigel, what are we going to do?”

“Well, first we won’t show up next Wednesday,” he said.

“Donna will appreciate that.”

“What?” asked their slavegirl from the back seat.

“I just promised to sell you to Rashad next Wednesday. He’s having an auction then and figures we can find something else we will like than.” He was silent for a minute. “Looks like he doesn’t have the twins. We practically told him we would pay any amount of money for young teenage girls with spirit. If he had the girls, he would have offered them. A man like that smells money a mile away.”

Jan looked like she was going to cry.

“The twins were sold to a man and a woman,” said Donna. Nigel slammed on the brakes. “What!”

“They were sold to two different people,” Donna said. “My arms are hurting, if you untie them, I’ll tell you all about it.”

“You’ll tell me right now or you’ll live in pain for the next month!” screamed Jan.

Donna meekly told them all she had heard. “I’m sorry, but that’s all I could find out.”

“Well, that’s certainly more than we learned,” commented Nigel dryly. A man with a gravely voice and a woman with a rose tattoo on her ankle. Not much but something. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Oh, Nigel, please! Heaven only knows what’s happening to those girls! They could be maimed or even dead.”

“Don’t worry, dear. Most people who buy a slavegirl take good care of her. It’s an investment, you know. They won’t throw away good money.”

“But... Oh, Nigel, I hope you’re right.”

“Did Margaret ever do anything to you or Donna that would permanently damage you?”

“She caused plenty of pain,” Jan said bitterly. “There are people who enjoy hurting a girl.” She paused to look at Nigel and then at Donna. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that... Not if you keep it within reason. Not like Margaret.”

“For all her evil intent, even Margaret made sure you two were fed and had a place to sleep at night.”

“You didn’t see those bird cages. The food was good but nothing else was.” Jan was very bitter again.

“They’ll be okay,” offered Donna. “Those girls are survivors, they’ll make out.”

The rest of the ride was in silence. They walked Donna back up to the hotel room, removing her jacket only when behind closed doors. Jan untied the girls hands, ordered her to remove the clothing, and then refastened her hands crossed behind her back in a way that felt like coming home.

“My dear,” began Nigel after seeing that Donna was naked and tied as was proper, “Maybe the two of you would like to go back to my cabin at Big Bear. This may take some time to track down.”

“Nigel, please...”

“I will do my best. But you’ve got to understand that I don’t have much to go on.”

“You’re right,” said Jan with a sigh. “We have to be patient. Donna and I will go back to the lake. Better to wait there than in this hotel room. Nigel, please do what you can.”

“I will. And you make sure that Donna is keep properly bound up at all times.”

“Silly man. I should know how to keep a slavegirl secured and happy.” She went to Nigel and put her arms around him. Then she whispered in his ear.

Nigel brightened. Donna frowned. Nigel and Jan leaped on Donna. Donna sighed. Soon Donna was sitting in a chair, arms tightly bound behind the back of it, ankles drawn up and tied near the seat, her whole body wrapped tightly to the chair, and her mouth filled with panties held in place by more of that damned tape around her head. She could also not see since another pair of panties had been pulled over her face and taped on. The bed springs were squeaking and moans of pleasure were coming from the general direction of the bed.

This went on for a long time. It wasn’t until late that Donna was untied from her chair and allowed to pull the tape off her head. Nigel was gone. Jan looked al little more happy, and there were faint rope marks on her wrists and ankles. Donna didn’t comment but allowed her hands to be crossed and hound behind her back, then went to the bathroom while room service brought dinner. After dinner they packed what little they had and went to their borrowed car for a long drive back up to Big Bear Lake and Nigel’s house there.

The days went by far too slowly for Jan. Donna spent most of her time planning little diversions for Jan, mostly reasons why she should be punished. But Jan’s punishments weren’t like they used to be, they lacked the old zip that Jan used to display. They walked in the woods with Donna bound and sometimes naked. Once Donna even got tied to a pine tree for an afternoon. Mostly she found that the pine trees have very rough bark, her back was covered with red marks when she was finally untied, and that when you’re tied to a pine tree it doesn’t pay to struggle. They watched TV sometimes but neither could get interested in the bland entertainment offered there. Every night they slept together, Donna with her hands always tied behind her back and sometimes her ankles tied together.

It was on the forth day that the call came. Jan ran for the phone, leaving Donna in the den, suspended from the beam by her wrists. She had resorted to being bitchy with her mistress in order to get Jan to react and punish her. The punishment was simple, she had to hang by her bound wrists from the beam, feet completely off the floor, for four hours. And, as if that weren’t punishment enough, her legs had been tied together very tightly and canvass bag filled with rocks had been tied to her big toes, pulling her foot down and adding to her misery. Jan had found some clothespins in the laundry and brought one of them to add to Donna’s suffering. She put it on one nipple, causing no small amount of moaning. Every ten minutes Jan came by and changed the clothespin from one breast to the other. That keep the pain fresh for Donna because a clothespin being taken off after ten minutes with it’s wooden jaws clamped on soft flesh makes that flesh hurt anew. Just when Donna got used to the wooden monster on one nipple, it was changed and she moaned again. The call came in the third hour of Donna’s four hour sentence. When Jan came back she looked better than she had for days. “He’s got a lead on the man,” she uttered excitedly. “Nigel wants us to meet him this evening.”

“Good, Mistress,” said Donna through clenched teeth. Her feet her hurting something quite bad from the heavy weight dragging on her toes.

“Got to pack and drive down to LA,” Jan continued, oblivious to the naked and suffering girl hanging before her. “He’ll be at the LA airport. He says it’s a long trip and there are some things he has to do before we can go. Oh, Donna, isn’t it wonderful! We may get one of our girls back!”

“Wonderful, Mistress.”

“I’ve got to pack,” Jan threw over her shoulder as she dashed for the bedroom. Suddenly she slid to a halt. “Do want to get down now? You’ve still got about an hour to go?”

“I’ll stay up, Mistress. If that’s what you want.”

“Let’s see, clothes, money... And some ropes...” Jan was gone.

Donna sighed and wished she weren’t so damned submissive, Just her nature, she guessed. Well, her nature was causing her a lot of pain and suffering, she said out loud as she tried to shake the clothespin from her left nipple. It only hurt her toes so she stopped.

Donna hung there for the full four hours.

“His name is Edward Jason Kroff,” said Nigel, reading from a sheet of paper before him. “He’s very big in oil wells. His main place is in Dallas but he also has a hunting lodge in Canada. The private detective was able to confirm that he traveled to that hunting lodge the day after one of the twins was bought. He has the money to play these kind of games.”

The three of them were seated in a jet airliner traveling at five hundred miles per hour over Northern California. It was cloudy outside and nothing could be seen but a gray haze all around.

“But why take her to a hunting lodge?” asked Jan. “Why not his home in Dallas?”

“Abigail,” said Nigel with a smile. “Abigail Kroff, his wife. They hate each other guts but neither will give the other a reason for divorce. He could hardly keep a teenager girl prisoner in the same house with a wife who could love the excuse to divorce him with a messy trail and lots of money for her. So he keeps his little hobby separate from his wife. She actually thinks he’s hunting up there. She hates hunting so she stays home in Dallas. Simple, no?”

“Simple,” agreed Jan. “But he’s got my daughter.”

“How did you track him down, Nigel?” asked Donna.

“Private detective did most of the work. Seems the gravely voice rang a bell with him. He remembered it as part of a wealthy Texas oil millionaire. It was a long shot but when he started checking into things he found that the man was in LA on the day the girls were sold. From then on the rest was easy. It was mostly remembering that someone who buys girls is usually very wealthy.”

“How about the woman with the rose tattoo?” asked Jan. “I’ve got him working on that. He thinks he may have a lead, based on what Donna told us.”

“So what are we going to do when we get to this hunting lodge?” inquired Donna. “Just walk up to the door and ask for our girl back?”

“We’ll play it by ear,” said Nigel. “We’ll play it by ear.” The aircraft landed in Seattle and the trio rented a car and found a hotel for the night. Nigel said that he had some things to buy and disappeared leaving the girls in their hotel room. That night Donna joined them for dinner at a fine restaurant but afterwards Nigel and Jan jumped her and tied her in a hogtie again. The gag and blindfold were added just before they tossed her in the closet. A couple hours later, Donna was pulled out of the closet, the gag and blindfold taken off, and her bondage changed to a simple hands crossed and bound behind her and ankles together. She was then allowed to sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed with her neck collar chained to the foot of the bed. It wasn’t too uncomfortable and Donna was very happy that she wasn’t left in that hogtie all night. Nigel and Jan slept in the bed, of course.

The next day the drove into Canada.

The hunting lodge was deep in the Canadian woods near a small lake about a hundred miles out of Calgary. It was a reasonably large cabin made to look like it was built from native logs but wasn’t. There was a 4X4 parked outside but no signs of activity obvious to the trio who lay on their stomachs watching the lodge through binoculars.

“Some one has to be there,” said Nigel. “The truck says that. But are they in the house or out hunting?”

“Nigel,” said Jan in what was almost a whisper, “if you had just bought a new slavegirl, would you leave her in the lodge and go hunting some poor little furry animal?”

“Good point,” was his only reply. They had been watching the place for a long time and getting nowhere. If Edward Kroff was inside, probably playing with his new purchase, if the detective’s guess was right, he might not come out for days. Something obviously had to be done.

Donna crawled back a few feet and stood up in the clearing.

She was wearing pants, boots and a sweater, normal enough clothing for this area, but her wrists’ were locked in handcuffs in the front. “Jan? Nigel? I have an idea...”

Under Donna’s directions they unlocked the handcuffs to allow her to removed the sweater. That left her naked from the waists up and exposed her lovely breasts. She then told them to bind her wrists behind her back. “And the elbows, too,” she said. “Make them tight. Might as well show off my breasts to their best.”

With the last knot tied, she bid they good-bye and walked boldly right up to the lodge door. Donna kicked at the door in place of knocking since her bound arms would have made that more than a little hard. A minute passed and she kicked again. Shortly there after the door was opened to reveal a man of medium stature with a receding hair line and a frown. “What...?” was all he could get out.

Donna turned around for a few seconds to let him get the full effect of the tight ropes holding her arms. “Could you help me? My boyfriend and I were camping out somewhere down the valley. We were... Ah... We were playing some games, that’s why I’m tied up. Anyway, we had a little argument and he left me. Just hiked off. I managed to get my feet untied but he was gone. I sort of wandered off, looking for the road and the car. But I never did find either. I think I took a wrong turn someplace. Anyway, I’ve been walking around for hours. My arms hurt and I’m hungry. Please untie me.”

Donna tried to look pitiful but at the same time very sexy. It wasn’t hard, what with her breasts pointed right at this man’s eyes.

“I don’t think Bob is coming back for me. He was pretty upset when I wouldn’t... Well, when I wouldn’t perform a certain sexual act that he really wanted. I mean, a girl may be tied up but she’s still got to have some standards, don’t you agree? Well, he tried to do it anyway. He tried to shove his thing in... Well, he tried. I think I ticked him off when I bite him,”

She paused to bat her eyelashes sweetly at him. “He stormed off, saying that l could just untie myself and walk home. But look at the way he tied me!” She turned around again and wiggled her fingers. “The beast tied me ever so tight. I just can’t get my arms free and it hurts something awful.” She turned back around to present him with those big, proud breasts. “Please help me.”

The man was obviously thinking furiously. “Where did you say you lived?” he asked. His voice could certainly be called gravely. There seemed to be a scar at his throat but from an operation or injury, Donna could not tell.

“Well, actually, I live in LA. I was just hitch-hiking around when I met Bob. He was nice at first. But then he turned out to be a cad, just like all men.”

“So you don’t live around here. Was there anyone else hitch-hiking with you?”

“No. I can always get a ride faster when I’m alone.”

“I’ll bet. Well, I don’t think I can work those knots loose so we’ll have to go get a knife. Come this way.” He put a fatherly hand on her bare arm and directed her out of the front room towards the back of the cabin.

The walk was short. He opened a door and practically pushed Donna inside. Then he slammed the door behind them. Donna saw exactly what she had expected to see. Pip was hanging from wrists tied to an overhead bar, her toes only just touching the floor. She was naked and her back, bottom and the backs of her thighs were marked up with multi-colored hues of reds and purples. Donna was glad that the teenager was facing away from her, and that she could see a gag in the youngster’s mouth. She had to buy time and Pip’s immediate recognition of her would put this man on alert that something was wrong.

“OH! What’s this?” She turned to the man standing with his back against the wall. “So you like kinky games, too! I don’t suppose this is your daughter and you’re just punishing her for denting the fender on your car?”

He shook his head slowly.

“Well, that’s out. I don’t suppose this girl likes being whipped and you’re just accommodating her? No. Well, does this mean I’m in trouble?” .

“Let’s just say that it would have been better for you if you had knocked on some other door.”

“Oh, mister, please don’t hurt me!” She tried to put some fear in her voice, which wasn’t too hard after she’d see what he did to Pip’s back side. “I’ll just leave now, if you don’t mind. You don’t have to bother untying my arms, I’ll just go the way I came.”

“I don’t think so.” Donna was trying frantically to find things to say that would stall this man. She looked back at Pip to see the teenage girl looking over her shoulder. She must have recognized Donna’s voice. Quickly Donna changed tactics.

“Look, mister,” she said, taking a couple of steps towards him and putting a lot of sway in her hips, “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to tie me up. I kinda like that. And I get so sexy feeling when I’m tied up. Know what I mean? But please don’t whip me. I’m sure that hurts horribly.” She was glad she still had her jeans on or he would have seem the fading marks put there by Margaret. “Is there any way you would like to tie me up? We could have some fun, then you could let me go. I won’t say a thing about what you’re doing here. Honest, I won’t.” She hoped her deception was coming off well. Especially since she didn’t know how long she had to stall him.

“He seemed to be considering her words. Donna had no illusions about what he was thinking. There was no way he would let this beautiful woman go free, even with her promises. Donna could almost see the gears turning in his head, gears that meant he was planning to own two slavegirls now.

Picking up a short whip, he motioned her towards a wall equipped with some rings and hanging torture equipment, mostly whips and ropes. She felt the hard wall against her back. With taps of the whip, he ordered her to move to one side until she was standing under a ring. Suddenly he froze, a puzzled frown on his face.

“What’s that collar?” Donna’s heart skipped a beat. She had forgotten about the slender metal collar locked around her neck. She was so used to it, so were Nigel and Jan or they would have seen the danger it presented to her story. “Ah... Just a piece of jewelry I picked up in Seattle.”

“I don’t think so, girlie. Where did you get it?”

“Don gave it to me last night. Said I looked good in it.”

“I thought your boyfriend was named Bob?”

“Bob Don... Donovan. That’s his full name, Bob Don Donovan.” She cringed at her corny story. “For a while he had me chained to his bed but he took off the chain when we came up to the forest this morning.”

A sudden pain in her breasts was his answer. The end of the whip had cut across both nipples with a stinging shock to the tender flesh. Donna gasped. She’d had much worse but knew that this was only the opening shot in a war she couldn’t win.

Before either of them could utter another word, the door burst inwards and in jumped Nigel, a Llama 9mm parabellum automatic pointed at the man before her. “I would suggest you drop that whip,” he said calmly. Donna sucked in air gratefully. Jan slid into the room behind Nigel.

“What are you doing in my lodge?” Edward Kroff demanded. “You will leave here immediately or...”

“Hush.” Nigel’s single word stopped the man in mid-sentence. That, and the small round hole, nine millimeters across pointing directly between his eyes.

For a few seconds the scene was frozen, Nigel because he wanted to make sure that this man was not going to try something stupid, and Kroff thinking furiously of his options. But before he could implement any options, there was a noise at the door. Donna heard Jan gasp and then saw what she had, a man standing in the door holding a shotgun leveled at Nigel. “Drop it,” the stranger growled.

“Hunting lodges always have a guide,” said Kroff, regaining his wits and the initiative. “In this case, he is also the keeper of my current slavegirl. Only it looks like he’s going to have to take care of three slavegirls. And this new one is as lovely as the others.”

The large, rough looking man waved the shot gun threateningly towards the wall next to Donna, and Nigel and Jan obeyed by backing up. The man walked over to stand beside Kroff, keeping the gun leveled at Nigel and Jan. He seemed to consider the bound Donna as no threat. Kroff, meantime, was reaching towards the automatic in Nigel’s hand.

Donna, with only a quick, wild thought that this was probably the stupidest thing she’d ever done, kicked upward as fast and hard as she could, connecting with the shotgun where the man was holding the front grip. The shotgun jerked upward and went off. A lot of things happened in the next second. Nigel dove for the floor as Kroff, impelled by the full blast of shot hitting the back of his head, fell forward and over Nigel. The man with the shotgun had let go with his injured fingers after Donna’s hiking boot connected with them, but quickly recovered and re-gripped the gun. The barrel was swinging down to point at Nigel when the automatic in Nigel’s hand barked twice. The man swung around, the end of the shotgun hitting Donna in the side, then slumped to the floor. There were two holes in his chest, one near his right shoulder, one directly over the heart.

It took only two seconds and the little drama was over. Jan was looking a little hysterical, Nigel was crawling out from under the bloody remains of Edward Kroff, and Donna was panting from the surge of adrenaline. Her heart was pounding.

Nigel came over to her and embraced her. “Good work, girl.” Donna didn’t even mind the blood transferring from his shirt to her breasts. She was just glad to have his strong arms around her.

Jan recovered slowly but regained her old form when she saw Pip hanging in her bonds. She ran over to untie her daughter. “That bastard,” she cursed when she saw the crisscrossed whip marks covering her back from shoulders to knees. “He deserved it.”

“Is he... dead,” Donna asked, nodded towards the second man at her feet.

Nigel looked down then back into Donna’s eyes. “He was dead before he hit the floor. A bullet through the heart does that.” He held her as she began to tremble. “Does it bother you to know you helped kill two men?”

“I... I don’t think so. All I could think of was him shooting you. And what they would do to Jan afterwards.” She was crying.

“I’ve got Pip down,” called Jan, holding her daughter and taking out the gag.

“Oh, Mommy, oh, Mommy!” Pip didn’t seem to be able to say much more than that.

“It’s okay, honey, everything will be okay now,” soothed Jan.

“Mommy, he hurt me so much!”

“I know, dear. I know.”

Nigel moved Donna away from the bloody bodies before he untied the ropes from her arms. “I had hoped it wouldn’t come down to violence,” he said. “But there was nothing else we could do. Donna probably saved our lives.”

“Thank you, Donna,” said Jan simply.

“Oh, Donna, thank you, too,” added Pip. “I would suggest that we find someplace to clean this blood of ourselves then get going,” offered Nigel. No one disagreed.

They found a bathroom and Nigel and Donna took turns in the shower. Jan meanwhile found some clothes that would fit Pip. When she got out of the shower, Nigel handed her back her shirt. She noticed that Nigel had taken a different shirt from the closet to replace his blood-stained one. She got dressed. A minute later, all of them cleaned and dressed, exited the front door, all of them anxious to get away from that place.

Nigel ordered them to remain in the small clearing while he went back to the lodge. Ten minutes later he returned and hurried everyone back through the woods towards where they had left their rented 4X4.

In the car, driving rapidly towards civilization, Jan asked him what he had gone back for.

“I fixed it so the lodge will be filling up with gas. And a little timer to set it off any minute now. A place that big, filled with gas, will make a big explosion. I also put the bodies in the kitchen and stacked all the ammo I could find on the table. If anyone tries to figure out what happened, it will look like there was a gas explosion and that set off most of the bullets, The two inhabitants will have, unfortunately, been nearby when this happened. That will explain the bullets in them if there in an autopsy. It’s better if the whole thing looks like an accident.”

He drove on for a minute before adding, “I don’t know what the Fire Marshal will say when he finds all that bondage and torture equipment in one bedroom. And I don’t care.”