“Fuck!” Rick screamed again, slamming his fists down on the table.  “God dammit!”

Things were going great.  Gwyn turning the tables on Elizabeth hadn’t been part of his plan, but he figured he could work with it.  Plus, it had been a great show.

And then that stupid bitch had fucking water boarded her friend.  His office had been filled with static as the earpiece got wet, distracting Val enough to once more haul her tired body up off the vibrator and stave off an orgasm.  Then it had shut off completely.

Rick had tried everything to get the sound back up, but it was dead.  He’d pulled up the bathroom camera, but the audio on those were terrible, and then that cunt had turned on the water, completely destroying any chance of hearing what the girls were saying to each other.  He’d snatched up Val’s phone, calling Elizabeth, but she never picked up.  It didn’t look like the phone was even in the bathroom.

“Fucking cunts!” he roared, sweeping a stack off papers and a cup of pens off his desk.

He turned to Val.  She watched him warily, her breath coming in short gasps through her nose as she strained to hold herself up.

“And you.  You still haven’t fucking cum yet?”  Val whimpered into her gag, turning her head away as he approached her.  “Well, one of you little sluts is going to do what she’s supposed to do.”

She squealed as she felt him reach between her legs, but he only ripped the vibrator up from the seat.  With an exhausted sigh, Val dropped to the seat, but her relief was short lived.  He grabbed the waistband of her panties, yanking them down to meet her jeans, resting just above her knees, exposing her pussy and neatly trimmed landing strip of soft hair sitting invitingly above it.

Val screamed, squeezing her thighs together, but he was having none of that.  “Spread your goddam legs bitch,” he hissed, shoving his hand between her legs.  He found her labia, pinching the flesh cruelly between his fingers.  His thumb found her clit, rubbing it in a circle.  

She was so horny, denying herself the orgasm her body so desperately wanted for the last forty minutes.  Despite everything, her body responded, and she rocked her hips slightly, grinning into his hands as she spread her thighs invitingly.

It didn’t take long.  She’d been so close, and his gruff attention was all she needed to send her over the edge.  She threw he head back, screaming into her penis gag.  She sagged in her bonds, gasping for breath as she recovered.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.  Things are always better when you just do as you’re told,” he said, wiping his fingers across her bare breasts, squeezing them as he did so.  He then held his fingers under her nose, forcing her to small her own musky scent still lingering on his fingers.  She choked out a sob, lowering her head in defeat.

“Now I haven’t to make sure you’re little friends get with the program.”



The hallway was empty as Gwyn and Elizabeth left the guy’s room.  Gwyn was once again sporting the beach towel over her bikini, and Elizabeth was still stuck in her micro skirt and bra, having discovered that guy’s had left no clothes behind.  Gwyn had the duffel bag slung over her shoulder, loaded up with half of the bondage gear, while Elizabeth’s purse had been stuff with the rest of the items.  She had discarded her phone, seeing seven missed calls from Val’s phone.  No communication.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Elizabeth asked, glancing nervously around the empty halls.

“Nope.  Do you have a better one?” Gwyn responded, adjusting the bag over her shoulder.

“I still don’t think splitting up is a good idea.”

“If we split up, we double our chances of getting Val and getting the hell out of here.  If we’re together, he can stop us both, or worse, get one of us and use that one as another bargaining chip.  Our biggest advantage is that he can’t leverage Val against us right now.”

“I get it, it’s just, I’d feel safer together.”

“I’m sure Val would like to be with us as well,” Gwyn said.  She saw the hurt look on Elizabeth’s face, and immediately apologized.  “I’m sorry, that was harsh.  But we need to be strong for.  We’re the only hope she’s got.”

Elizabeth nodded.  “Right, for Val.  Good luck.”

“You too,” Gwyn said.  The girls hugged, and they turned and left in opposite directions.

Elizabeth glanced back over her shoulder, watching her friend until she disappeared around a corner.  Part of her wanted to race after her, to tell her that they should just leave, get one of the evacuees to call the cops, and let them handle this.  But Gwyn was right.  Val needed her to be brave.  She glanced up, making note of where the security cameras were.  

Keeping her gait purposefully slow, she made her way back towards her room.



“What the hell are you two up to?” Rick asked the monitor before him, displaying Elizabeth and Gwyn splitting up.  He cycled through the cameras, checking the parking lot.  There was one bus left.  Most of the guests had already left, and there were just a few stragglers and some of the staff left.

His phone rang.  It was John, the head of guest relations.  “Yo,” he answered.

Val looked up, hopeful.  She mewed into her gag, but when he glared at her and held his finger to her lips, she quieted down.

“It looks like we’ve gotten everyone out.  We’re getting out in the next five minutes.  You sure you want to stay?  Gonna be awful lonely.”

Rick grinned.  “I’ll find something to do I’m sure.  Besides, I have a few loose ends to tie up.”

“Alright boss.  From the looks of the weather reports, looks like you might be snowed in until Monday.  We’ll see you then.”

“Thanks Tom.”  He hung up, looking down at Val.

“Hear that, sugar tits?  Looks like I might have you girls all to myself until Monday.”

Val shook her head, whining into her gag.

“Now let’s see about those loose ends.”



All right, Elizabeth told herself.  It was a relief to be fully dressed again.  She’d dressed in sweatpants and a sweater when she got back to the room.  She packed up a warm pair of clothes for all three of them, as well as all three of their jackets.  She didn’t want them to escape and then freeze to death in the storm.  Hopefully their car would still be there, but even if it was, there was always the chance that the roads wouldn’t be drivable.  

She didn’t realize quite how much stuff there would be, between all three of them, the clothes, the jackets, and boots, she was stuck with a decent sized suitcase she was going to have to lug around.  

She pulled the suitcase behind her as she left the room, glancing nervously down the hall.  It was deserted.  She wheeled the case out into the hall and headed for the entrance.  The suitcase kind of worked for her role.  It was loud, slow, and cumbersome.  Gwyn had figured that if they split up, the kidnapper would likely come after Elizabeth first.  Gwyn had been quick to point out that she was smaller, weaker, and the guy had already had her under his control once.  She was, as Gwyn had so delicately put it, bait.

“And what happens if he catches me?” Elizabeth had asked her.

“Don’t get caught.  You were a track star back in college.  You were faster than most of the guys.  He’s probably some tech geek, sitting behind a computer, watching his hidden cameras everywhere.”

“What if he’s not?”

“There are a lot of what ifs that will tear this plan apart.  Don’t think about what if he’s faster, unless of course that motivates you to run even faster.”  Gwyn could be a bitch, but she wasn’t wrong.

So she stayed in plain sight of the cameras, moved slowly, and tried to look frightened.  Well, that last part wasn’t an act.  She was terrified.  

The plan was to just do a lap around the outside edge of the resort.  She knew the layout well enough, and if he showed up, she would make a mad dash for the front entrance, and just pray that Gwyn was able to find Val.

Elizabeth let out a startled shriek and dropped the suitcase when she heard a noise from behind her.  She looked around, but there was no one around.

“Oh Christ,” she breathed, picking up the suitcase handle and resuming her route.  



Gwyn truly believed that the kidnapper was more likely to go after Elizabeth first, but she really hoped he’d come after her.  Elizabeth’s plan was to run if she saw him.  Gwyn was going to kill him.  She still had the handcuff locked around her wrist, the loose cuff wrapped once more around her knuckles.  She had also found a ski pole.  The tip wasn’t as sharp as she would have liked, but with enough forced, she was sure she could impale that sick motherfucker.

Elizabeth had mentioned a door with employees only written on it, off the main lounge.  Gwyn hoped that would be where the security office would be, or at the very least she might be able to find a map of the lodge.  This was of course assuming that he was keeping Val in the security office.  Elizabeth had been right; there were a ton of ifs in her plan.  

Gwyn found the employees only door.  Holding the ski pole like a javelin, she yanked open the door.

It was a break room, and it was empty.  A couple of leather couches, a TV on the wall, a counter with a couple microwaves and a cappuccino maker on it.

She spotted a sink in the corner.  A sink meant food.  Food meant utensils.  Utensils meant a knife, a real weapon.

She ran to the counter, pulling out drawers until she found the one she wanted.  She found a large chef’s knife.  The blade was a bit dull, but it was far better than what she was working with.

Now suitably armed, she saw another door inside the lounge.  Holding the knife in front of her, she pulled open the door.

“Jackpot,” she whispered.  A row of monitors occupied a wall above a desk.  They were all off.  She scanned the room.  Another couch, two chairs, and another door.

She found the computer under the desk, switching it on.  The machine whirred to life, and the wall of screens lit up.

“Fuck!” she cursed as a password screen appeared on the main monitor.  

She heard a noise come from behind the other door.  Gwyn raised the knife defensively in front of her, slowly advancing on the door.

Her breathing was coming in short gasps, and her heart was racing in her chest.  She approached the door tentatively.  It was quiet.  She grabbed the knob, bracing herself, and then threw the door wide open, holding the knife out in front of her.

It was a closet.  Inside, kneeling among an assortment of spare computers and monitors, was Val.

She was stark naked, save for the rope that encircled her body.  Thick white rope was tied around her so tight that her flesh bulged around it.  Her arms were tied behind her in a reverse prayer, her hands fastened securely to a tight chest harness that circled her breasts, thrusting her tits outward and turning them a faint shade of purple.  A rope that hung from the hanger rod in the closet connected to the back of the chest harness, forcing her to stay perched on her knees, as her ankles had been tied tightly to her thighs, frog tying her.  A tight crotch rope, yanked so excruciatingly tight that the rope disappeared between her nether lips, completed her bondage.

Val stared wide-eyed over the thick cloth tied over her mouth and nose at her rescuer.  “MMMMPH!”

“Holy shit Val, thank god I found you.  Hold still, I’ll get you out of that.”  Unsure of where to start, Gwyn began sawing at the rope holding her up.  The dull knife was ill suited for cutting rope, and she quickly abandoned the knife in favor of untying the knots.  Val slumped forward as the rope suspending her was released, and Gwyn pulled her out of the closet and laid her on her side to continue untying her.

She got her arms free first, the appendages numb and near useless.  She cried out softly into her gag as the pins and needles started in her free arms.  She clawed at the gag, but her numb fingers wouldn’t obey.

“Let me help you with that.”  Gwyn pulled the cloth down around Val’s neck, exposing the ace bandage that was wrapped around the girl’s mouth.  Gwyn quickly unwrapped that, revealing that under that layer Val’s mouth and lips had been plastered over with duct tape.  “Jesus,” Gwyn commented.  “This is gonna hurt sweetie.”

Val nodded weekly, and Gwyn grabbed an edge and ripped the whole thing off.  “There you go.”

Val mumbled something, opening her mouth.  Gwyn could see something stuffed in there.  She reached in and plucked out a sodden mass of cream colored fabric.  She unfolding the cloth, dropping it in disgust when she realized it was a pair of panties.  And she was pretty sure she recognized them as Val’s.

“Thanks,” Val croaked.

“There’s a sink in the other room, we’ll get you some water in a sec, just let me finish getting you untied, alright?”  She set to work on the breast harness.

“Elizabeth?” Val asked.

“She’s fine.  She’s getting our stuff so we can go.”

“Rick?”

“Rick?  Is that the guy who did this to you?”

Val nodded.

“Do you know where he is?”

Val shook her head.

“It’s fine, you’re safe now.  I’m gonna get you out of here.”  Gwyn finished releasing Val’s legs.  She groaned as she was finally allowed to stretch them out.  “Roll over for me, this isn’t going to comfortable,” she said, looking to release her friend from the fiendish looking crotch rope.  When she did, she saw the rope was holding a large plug inside her friend’s ass.

“That son of a bitch,” she mouthed.  She found the knot, getting pretty good at releasing the fiend’s rope work.  “This probably won’t feel to good coming out,” she warned her, grabbing the base of the plug and pulling the anal invader out.  The thing was huge.  Gwyn was not a stranger to anal sex, and she didn’t like the thought of something that big in her backdoor.  She could only imagine how it must be for Val, who she was pretty sure would never let anything near her asshole.

“Alright, you’re all free.  If I help you up do you think you can stand?”  Gwyn asked, helping her into a sitting position.

“Yeah, I think so.”  With Gwyn help she stood on shaky legs.  Once it was clear she wasn’t going to fall over, Gwyn took off her towel and wrapped it around Val’s naked body.

“Do you know where your clothes are?”

“No, just those,” she glanced at the soggy panties on the floor.  “I don’t want them anymore.”

“No, you’re fine like this.  Elizabeth will have some clothes for you.  Now come on, we need to go.”  She threw her arm around Val and helped her out into the employee lounge.



Lap two, Elizabeth thought, passing their room again.  With each passing second, she became more and more concerned.  What if Gwyn wasn’t able to find Val?  What if the kidnapper got Gwyn too?  What if the kidnapper did show up, but he had Val with him?

A lack of communication with their kidnapper might be the strongest point in their plan, but a lack of communication with each other was definitely one of its greatest weaknesses.  She was just supposed to keep doing laps and hope to meet up with Gwyn and hopefully Val at the main entrance.  She had no idea how long it would take Gwyn to find Val, assuming she was successful.  He could be sitting somewhere, just watching her walk in circles all night until she eventually passed out from exhaustion, and then he could just come scoop her up.

Elizabeth froze as the main lights all went out, leaving only the emergency lights.  

“Shit shit shit,” she said, looking around.  She was alone in a long hall.  She tightened her grip on the suitcase, dragging it behind her as she started walking again, but she was primed and ready to drop it and take off in a heartbeat.

“Hello Elizabeth.”  She knew that voice.  It chilled her to the bone.  

She whirled around to see a man standing behind her at the end of the hall.  He was not some fat computer geek as Gwyn had predicted.  The man standing before her was tall, his tight turtleneck showcasing a very fit body.  He brushed his blonde hair back, taking a step forward.  “I’ve missed you since you had that unfortunate accident with my earpiece.  It cost a pretty penny, and I’m sure you’re upset about breaking something so valuable.  But don’t worry, I’ll let you earn back the cost of it.”

Elizabeth dropped the suitcase, turning and taking off into a dead sprint.  She didn’t look back, but she could hear him running, chasing him on his long legs.  He was wearing jeans and loafers though, not exactly proper running gear.  She was wearing her sneakers and sweats.  And she was running on pure adrenaline.

Again, the flaws in Gwyn’s plans made themselves readily apparent.  She was supposed to outrun him, and she believed she could do that.  But then what?  She couldn’t go anywhere.  She was on his territory, and he had surveillance, so hiding wasn’t really an option.

And then there was the cramp.  The sharp stitch tore up her left side, making every breath an agonizing ordeal.

She had to find somewhere to at least hide out until she could catch her breath.  She glanced back over her shoulder.  He was nowhere in sight, but he probably wasn’t that far behind.

She began trying doors as she passed them.  Locked, locked, all locked.  She looked back again.  There was still no sign of him.  

Finally, she tried a door and found the knob turned.  Taking one last panicked look back, she opened the door and ducked inside, slamming it shut and leaning against the door, fighting to catch her breath.

She scanned the room.  Pristine white walls, a padded, inclined table, a counter with a sink, a few chairs, a folded up wheelchair and small, wheeled cart.  She was in some sort of exam room, maybe an emergency medical center to treat minor injuries sustained on the slopes.  Most importantly, there was no other door, no windows, no way out.

She dashed into the room, trying to find something to brace against the door.  The table was fixed to the floor, and the chairs were too light to be of any use.

She began opening the cabinets and drawer, cringing as the hinges and sliders squeaked.  She froze, staring at the door.  Had she heard something outside?

The doorknob jiggled.  Elizabeth dove behind the table, holding her hand over her mouth, painfully aware of how loud her ragged breathing still was.

The door opened softly.  She listened, but there was only silence.  After a few minutes she worked up the courage to poke her head out, looking towards the door.  It was open, and empty.  Her heart was racing like a jackhammer.  She crawled out from behind the table; tip toeing towards the door.  

“Leaving so soon?”  The voice came from behind her, somehow.  He must have slipped into the room while she was hiding, hiding himself in the corner, out of sight, until she made her move.

Elizabeth screamed, taking off running for the door.  Her stalker was ready, shoving the cart in her path.  She hit it head on, knocking the thing over and sprawling out over top of.

“NO NO NO NO!” she screamed as she felt the man pick her up as if she weighed nothing, slamming her down on the padded exam table on her back.

She tried to push him off of her, swinging and clawing, but he quickly wrestled her arms together, holding both of her wrists above her head.  He climbed up onto the table, sitting on her and pinning her down.  There was a blood pressure sleeve machine mounted on the wall beside the table.  Her abductor grabbed the sleeve, wrapping it around both of her wrists and strapping it on.  He took the pump, squeezing it until the sleeve was inflated tight around her wrists. He wound the excess cord around her forearms, shortening its length and holding her arms fast above her head, anchored to the wall.

She was still screaming, crying as he made quick work of making her helpless.   Satisfied that her arms were useless to her, he got off of her.  Elizabeth began kicking wildly, but he wrangled her legs under control.  She protested as he yanked her sweatpants down her legs, tangling the garment around her ankles.

“It’s a crime to cover up those legs in sweatpants,” he told her, slapping her bare thigh.

“Please don’t do this!” she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

He grabbed a small teddy bear that was sitting on the counter; a small toy meant to cheer up sick kids.  He stuffed the bear into the girl’s mouth, silencing her protests.  He crammed the thing in until only the head remained outside of her lips.  She bleated into the toy, shaking her head in attempt to dislodge the bear, but she wasn’t spitting it out any time soon.

“Much better,” her captor said, placing his hand on her bare thigh again, holding her still as she thrashed against her makeshift bonds.  “You’ve been such a great little puppet for me tonight, even despite your failure to capture your friend for me.  Let’s just hope your friends care as much about you as you do Val.”

Elizabeth screamed, pulling useless against the blood pressure machine as she writhed under his touch.



“What if something happened to her?” Val asked.  She and Gwyn had been waiting by the main entrance to the lodge for ten minutes.

“Just give her a another minute.  Elizabeth is the fastest person I know.  She’ll be here.”  Gwyn didn’t want to agree with Val, but her friend was right.  Elizabeth should have been there by now, and her absence was cause for worry.

“We should go look for her,” Val suggested.  “He might have gotten to her."

Gwyn slammed her knife into the wall, the metal blade burying itself two inches deep into the wooden plank.  “Dammit Val, don’t you think I know he might have gotten to her?”

Val recoiled at Gwyn’s outburst.

“I’m sorry Val, I didn’t mean to snap.”  She was out of plans.  Hell, she was out of options.  Neither girl had a phone; so calling for back up wasn’t just impractical, it was impossible.  With just a towel and a bikini between them, they’d freeze to death in minutes if they tried to go outside in this weather.  She was willing to concede that splitting up might not have been her best idea, and an even worse idea now.  She’d trusted that Elizabeth would at least be able to run if she ran into trouble, but Val was in no shape to be left on her own.  She might as well tie her back up and leave her on a silver platter for their tormentor.  If they waited here, on the off chance he hadn’t gotten his hands on Elizabeth already, he most certainly would, and then he’d have leverage over them again.

“Alright,” the redhead relented, pulling her knife free from the wall.  “We’ll look for her.  Just stay close to me, alright?"

Val nodded, picking up the ski pole Gwyn had given her.

"We'll start back at the room," Gwyn announced, leading the way back into the resort.

She stopped short, Val almost bumping into her she was following so close.  Standing at the other end of the corridor was Rick.  He was alone.

"You son of a bitch.  Finally found the balls to come out and face me like a man?"  Gwyn asked, tightening her grip on the knife handle.

"Ah Gwyn, we finally meet.  It is truly a pleasure.  I genuinely regret not involving you in our games sooner."

"I'm going to make you regret involving me at all," she growled.

Rick strode casually down the hall towards the girls, his hands down by his sides, empty, his gait easy.  "The way you handled those meat head guys.  One minute you're letting him fuck you, and the next you're beating the crap out of him.  Fascinating.  And you practically water boarded poor Elizabeth.  What would you do to save her?"

"She's not here.  I'll kill you before you ever make it back to her.  Threatening her won't work."  Gwyn brandished the knife in front of her, the cuff wrapped securely around her other fist.

"Maybe not on you," Rick said, a fiendish grin lighting up his face.

Gwyn's eyes widened.  

Suddenly, pain exploded across the back of her head.  She fell forward, dropping the knife, clutching the back of her head.

Val stood behind her, clutching her ski pole like a baseball bat.  "I'm so sorry Gwyn.  He has Elizabeth.  He told me he'd hurt her if I didn't stop you."

"You idiot!  I could have stopped him!"  Gwyn crawled forward, grasping for her knife, but just as she was about to reach the handle, Rick stepped on the knife, kicking the weapon out of her reach.  He then placed is foot on the side of her neck, pinning her to the floor.  

Gwyn watched helplessly as Rick reached out his hand, and Val gave him her ski pole.  He tossed it away.  Val cringed as he reached out, brushing her hair back behind her ear.  Then he reached into her ear and pulled out another earpiece.

"You know, I was surprised," he explained.  "I thought I was going to have to change my whole plan around for you.  Turns out, I just had to switch the roles around a bit, and everything worked out perfectly."

"Please, you promised you wouldn't hurt Elizabeth," Val pleaded.

"I know, and for now, I won't.  But you two on the other hand," he grabbed the edge of her towel, pulling it loose.  It dropped to the floor, leaving her completely naked once more.  He smiled, looking at the rope marks still present on her beautiful body.  "Well, we have all weekend."



Elizabeth pulled feebly against her restraints.  Rick had stripped naked and strapped her to a wheelchair, molesting her naked body the entire time, before blindfolding her and wheeling her out of the infirmary.  The teddy bear that had been stuffed in her mouth had been replaced with an inflatable pump gag, strapped securely in her mouth and blown up until she thought her jaws we're going to break and she was very effectively muffled.  

"I told your friends I wouldn't hurt you, and for now I'm going to keep that promise. But that doesn't mean you have to miss all the fun,” Rick said as her pushed her.

Elizabeth sobbed, her worst fears confirmed.  He had all three of them now.  And from the sound of it, she was at least partially responsible for their capture, if Rick struck some sort of deal with them.  She’d been used against them just as Val had been against her.

She felt the wheelchair come to a stop, and felt Rick apply the breaks, not that she was in any position to go anywhere.  He pulled the leather blindfold from her eyes, and she blinked in the sudden light.

"Aa is aa eph," Val cried, meeting her friend's gaze.

"Mmmm!" Elizabeth responded.

Val was standing in front of her, bent over at the waist, her arms pulled up behind her in a strict strappado.  Her legs were spread wide, cuffed at the ankles to a spreader bar.  Like Elizabeth, Val was naked, her big boobs swinging below her like udders as she shifted in her bondage.  A large ring gag kept Val's mouth wide open, a line of drool spilling from her full lips and drenching the carpet below her.

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught Elizabeth's attention, and she turned to see Gwyn, struggling on the floor.  Like the other two, Gwyn was also nude, traces of her purple bikini poking out of her packed mouth, a cruelly tight tape cleave gag forced between her teeth kept the stuffing securely place.

Gwyn was grunting furiously into her gag, straining against her bonds.  Her arms were stuffed in a leather armbinder; matching black leather straps encircled her torso above and below her breasts, around her thighs, calves and ankles.  He ankles were pulled up behind her, strapped to the single glove and holding her in an unforgiving hogtie.  She was lying on her side, revealing the alligator clamps that were affixed tightly to her pink nipples, the sensitive buds clamped tightly between the tiny metal teeth.

Rick came around from behind Elizabeth, passing to bend over and flick Gwyn’s clamped nipples, eliciting a pained grunt from the furious girl.  He made his way over to Val.

“Now, the fun is just beginning girls.  Val, I believe you owe me a blow job.”

Val shook in her bonds, screaming in protest.  Her friends’ muffled screams join in the chorus as Rick stepped in front of her, unbuckling his belt.

“You girls are in for a long weekend."