Kidnapped, chained and whipped

CHAPTER FOUR

They drove for what seemed like hours, the two men up front pawing the young woman, sliding their hands up an down her thighs, tugging at the elastic material of her bikini bottoms. All through this ordeal Candy kept thinking of her mother, of her home, of Chuck and the gentle way he caressed her during their fucking. And now she was kidnapped, dragged into this van and taken to God-only-knows where! Oh, why had she made such a rash move and run away from home?

"Left turn there," Kevin muttered to himself, swinging the van off the main road to a smaller gravel one. Debbie felt faint with terror. The end of the ride was at hand. What awaited her now?

They bounced along the road for fifteen minutes, stopping finally near a clearing. Peering to the right, the blonde teenager saw a large, two story, wood frame house surrounded by trees. Several outbuildings fanned out behind it some fifty feet away. From the broken fences and sagging roofs, Candy guessed no one had lived in the place for some time.

"Man, my old man used to beat the shit outta me in there," Kevin said, pointing to a smallish building to the right of the main house.

"Come on, let's get inside before somebody sees us," Ben said nervously, coming out from behind the curtains that separated the rear of the vehicle from the front cabin.

"Man, ain't no one around here," Kevin said, laughing at his partner's uneasiness.

"But Ben's right," Jack said, smoothing down his long black hair and scratching his beard. "You never know when somebody comes around and spots this van. Shit, it's been in enough robberies to…"

"All right, all right," Kevin said impatiently starting the van up again and swinging it around to the main drive.

Robberies? Candy squirmed uneasily in her seat. She'd been kidnapped by thieves!

"Let's get the little number outta here and inside. Got the key some wheres," Kevin said, fishing around in his pocket while Jack hooked one arm around the struggling teenager and dragged her out. It was cold. She felt the loose gravel crunching under her shoes as she walked toward the large home. Several windows in the second floor were broken. Above her the stars twinkled brilliantly against the black sky.

"Inside," Kevin said, his voice growing dry as they stepped into the empty, dusty old house. The four of them moved into what must have been the living room, stopping near the broken handrail of a stairway leading to the second floor. Candy watched Kevin's face change the moment they walked inside. It had grown taut, angry, while his eyes seemed to sink inside his head. The girl grew more and more terrified.

"Man, this place ain't been lived in for…"

"About ten years… yeah," Kevin said, running his fingers over the handrail and looking around. The bright moonlight filtered through the dirty windows, illuminating everything with a strange silver light. No one said anything for several minutes, everyone feeling strange in this situation.

"Think we got some Coleman lanterns in the cellar. I'll fish around for 'em," Kevin said, letting out a long breath of air as he wheeled around and disappeared through a doorway to the left.

"Says his old man used to tie 'im up and beat 'im," Jack whispered after his buddy was out of ear shot.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! The old man was a real weirdo… had to be put away or somethin' finally. He was into chains and all that shit… probably worked over his old lady before she died," Jack said, shooting a glance at Candy, then resuming his conversation.

The girl was too terrified to ask them what they wanted of her. Their tentative pawing in the front seat of the van told her that. But there was something more… something she felt when Kevin stared at her just before he went to look for the lanterns. It was a look that excited her as much as terrified her.

The tall, blond gang leader had been gone for nearly twenty minutes. Jack and Ben talked of looking for him when they heard him banging around in the kitchen.

"Get the lamps?"

"Yeah… two of 'em that weren't broken. Got a lot of other stuff too," Kevin said, panting as he dragged in an armful of what Candy first thought was rope. When he dropped, the bundle with a clanging thud, she knew it was chains!

"My old man used to tie me up in 'em… my old lady too, and have a ball while he beat us," Kevin admitted for the first time, staring down at the tangled links of half-inch chain.

"Light?" Ben asked, staring uneasily at the half opened bundle.

"Oh, yeah, here," the blond said, handing the two lanterns over to his buddies, then dropping to his knees and spilling out the contents of the burlap sack. Candy felt her flesh crawl. There was everything there straight from a prison… various lengths of chain link, what appeared to be cuffs of some sort, pins, pincers, neck braces and other items Candy didn't know.

"Kinda creepy," Ben whispered, lifting one of the glass covers off the lantern and lighting the dirty wick with his cigarette lighter. Jack did the same and in a moment the low-ceilinged living room was dimly illuminated.

Candy stood next to Jack, hugging her body tightly, looking around at the cobwebs, layers of dust, broken furniture that remained scattered about the large room. She could only imagine the screams, moans, shouts of pain and unholy lust that echoed off these walls when Kevin's father ruled. What a terror he must have been!

"You know," Kevin began thoughtfully, running his fingers over the chains and cuffs almost lovingly, "I wondered what it would be like to be on the giving end of this kinda shit. Never tried it. Came close, but never tried it," he said, rolling up his eyes and staring at Candy. The girl felt as if someone had punched her in the stomach. She stepped back, closing her eyes and fighting down a scream stuck in her throat. The girl could almost feel the cold metal of those chains around her ankles!

"Yeah, why not find out?" Jack said, turning toward the teen and licking his thick lips.

"Sure, we got time," Ben said a little more uneasily than the others. Of the two of them, he was less sure of Kevin's judgement now.

"Oh please, no, no," Candy said in a tiny voice, shaking her head from side to side.

"Hold 'er," Kevin said, looking through the pile and finding two metal bands connected by a sixteen-inch link of chain. The girl cried out when she felt Kevin fit one cuff snugly around her left ankle. She jerked from side to side, terrified of every move he made. The cold iron made her flesh crawl as the young man fastened the second cuff around her other ankle. There was a frightening finality when Candy heard the clicking of those bonds! She was being used to play out a psychological drama, Kevin's way of dealing with a horrible past. The chains around her legs now were just the start of that drama.

"Come on, honey, try walkin' a little. My old man used to make us climb those stairs in 'em, playin' with himself while laughin'," Kevin said, his voice growing thick and hard.

Candy whimpered. It was a strange, humiliating sensation. Her first two steps were a stumble. The young woman pushed her hands out in front of her, fighting for balance as she shuffled first her right foot out, then the left. The clanging sounds of the chains rang in her ears, making her brain spin around.

"Not bad. Should make her run up and down the steps. Okay, the hands."

Other links were dragged from the pile of iron on the floor, attached to cuffs around her wrists fastened there first, then linked together. Candy couldn't believe this was happening. It was as if she were in prison. Ben and Jack seemed to be getting into this little bit of psychodrama, laughing and breathing harder and more unevenly as they bound her body up in chains.

"Try walkin' now."

It was more difficult with her arms fastened behind her. She pitched forward twice and would have fallen on her face if Ben hadn't caught her in his arms.

"Now this… yeah, he used this lots on my mother," Kevin said.

Candy peered down and saw him holding a broad band that looked as if it were made for the waist.

"But she can't be wearin' that," he said, pointing at her clothes. The others smiled and started stripping her.

"Oh!"

With her hands behind her back it was impossible for Ben and Jack to remove her skirt, blouse and bathing suit without tearing the material. Candy cried out, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks when she heard her blouse being ripped open, felt her skirt torn from her hips, and felt their fingers pawing at the elastic band of her bikini top. Her chest tightened with terror while it became impossible for the young woman to scream, so frozen with fear were her vocal cords!

"Please, don't do this to me! Don't!" she moaned.

Jack dropped his head, kissing her passionately on the nape of her neck while Ben smoothed his fingers up and down her spine, occasionally letting them stray over her buttocks. Kevin slid forward on his knees until his broad shoulders were touching her thighs. Tilting his head up he pushed his face forward, burying it in the soft silky folds of her bikini bottoms. Candy stiffened, feeling his tongue pushing the silky material in her cunthole! It was a strange, new sensation, one added to by the others' sexual pawing! Candy went wild in spite of herself, hunching back, feeling Ben's fingers tugging at her swimsuit bottom while Kevin, worked his fingers just under the elastic leg band and played with her pussy hairs. And ohhhh, all the while he was sopping up the flowing juices with the nylon crotch panel!

"Fuck, she's hot! Man, I think she digs this," Kevin said, pleased with his find. He backed away, staring at the dark wet patch in the V of her bathing suit, then peering up at the heavy breathing girl.

"Yeah, fuck, like to shove my dick up her ass," Jack said, sliding his hands around her sides until his palms were pressing against her tits. The girl moaned, feeling his hands working over the stiffened nipples. Then they shot apart fast, tearing the cups of her halter apart. In a flash her tits were free, rolling together, then getting pawed by the young thief.

At the same time Kevin curled his fingers around her bottoms, hauling them down to her ankles, then tearing them to pieces and throwing them away. Candy was stripped naked, now vulnerable to their eyes, their fingers, their cocks!

Kevin picked up that band he'd been examining before and held it up before fastening it around her narrow waist, locking it with a small padlock just under the small of her back. Candy reached up with her fingers and touched the lock, shivering with excitement and fear. Only then was she aware that two chains dangled from the front of this wide band, nearly reaching her knees. Fastened to the ends of these chains was a black leather collar, decorated with a ring of bright metal studs.

"Oh no, not my neck!" she cried, her eyes widening as she saw Kevin grasp the collar and examine the tarnished buckle.

"Yeah, the neck. Gotta take care of a bitch… keep 'er in line. My old man used to say that about my old lady when he got her up in this outfit."

How terrible! No wonder Kevin was this way, brought up in this sea of sadism! And now Candy found herself floating in it!

She eyed the collar nervously, moving her head back. But she couldn't move! The chains, the cuffs, everything fastened her body to that spot on the floor.

"You wear the chains nice."

Kevin stood up in front of her, examining her lithe body, studying her full tits, her hard, red nipples, then pulled the collar up, careful to place the chains on either side of her pendulous tits. Candy squealed as he drew the chains tightly over her shoulder, the cold iron pressing hard against her warm flesh. The leather collar lay across the bottom of her throat.

"There," Kevin said, taking both ends of the collar and fastening them together. Candy inhaled sharply, feeling her chest tighten as the leather pressed lightly against her windpipe.

"Please, I can't breathe," she whispered, her eyes widening with horror as she felt the blond stud drape the chains over her shoulders, then pull them down, attaching both ends to the rear of the waist strap. She was bound hand and foot, helpless in front of these leering thieves.

"So your old man tied you and your old lady up like this?" Jack said, about to laugh. When he saw Kevin's face darken with anger the dark-haired young man changed his expression, turning away and deciding to enjoy Candy without further comment.

Candy tugged at the cuffs around her wrists, trying to work them loose. But it was impossible. Soon the area where the cuffs chaffed her flesh reddened. She gasped in another lungful of air as terror and that strange kind of excitement she'd felt earlier gripped her mind and body. Something was trickling down both thighs. It was cuntjuice!

"Come on, honey, walk a little," Kevin said, giving the neck chain a tug.

Candy cried out and staggered forward in a pitifully small step. The chain linking her ankles clanked while those draped at her neck and waist grew tight and became heavy with each forward step. Was it her imagination?

"You look good like that," Kevin said, licking his lips with excitement.

"They're horrible!" Candy burst out. "You don't have to chain me up like this!" She wrinkled her forehead, fighting down the terror gripping her throat.

"He kept you and your mother like this?" Ben asked, his eyes widening with surprise.

"And that ain't all," Kevin said, unbuckling his belt and sliding it from his belt loops. Candy staggered back from the young man, her eyes fastened on the buckled end of that garment. Instinctively she knew what he was going to do.

"No, no," she whispered. The chains clanked noisily as they dragged on the floor. She tried to drag in more air through her burning nostrils but the tight collar prevented her from doing so.

"He used to beat us… for any reason," Kevin said, his eyes narrowing as he looped the belt and struck it rhythmically against one thigh. "Man, I used to cry, beg him not to hit me no more. But he kept on and on and on until both, of us were out." Candy's eyes dropped for a second. In that flash of an instant Kevin snapped one arm back, then brought it down hard across her tits.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Candy squealed, twisting around and trying to bolt away from the young man. The chains held her back, forcing the girl to topple over and stumble to the floor. She crashed, against an old dusty sofa, her bottom high in the air with her torso lying flat against the cushions. Kevin rushed forward, bringing the belt up over his head and dropping it down with a whistling sound.

"UGhhhhhhhh!"

The black leather slashed across both cheeks, making the taut round globes quiver from the force of the blow. Both Jack and Ben watched with growing interest as Kevin slapped her buttocks again and again with his belt, crisscrossing the strokes, making the white flesh grow at first dark pink, then red with each blow. "Noooooo!"

Candy squirmed, kicking both legs out, trying to do anything to stop the hammering blows.

"Yeah, nice hot ass," the blond said, dropping the belt, for a moment and rubbing his fingers over the injured flesh. Candy closed her eyelids tightly, biting her lower lip, feeling the heat of her beaten assflesh radiate to all parts other body. How it made her clit pop up from the surrounding sensitive flesh and sputter deliciously. Her cunt was growing hot, wet, tight, the slick folds and hollows rubbing against one another. She could feel more of that hot juice, running down her thighs and wetting down her toes!

"Hot enough to fry steak," Kevin commented, his lips curling up into a smile as he dipped his forefinger down around her ass and into her cunt. Candy squealed, rubbing her thighs together, feeling the tip of that invading finger scraping the tense muscles of her pussy. She jerked to one side, sucking in a deep breath and wriggling over the armrest of the sofa.

"You gonna fuck 'er?" Ben asked, feeling his dick throbbing while his balls rose high in their sac.

"Yeah… but later, after I work 'er up real good."

The young man backed away and brought the belt down again and again across her butt, at times straying up to her back and once or twice laying the leather across her jutting shoulderblades. Candy screamed loudly now, jerking, kicking, making the chains rattle while Kevin seemed to go crazy. Oh God, was he going to beat her to death? Was this going to be the way she'd end?