“Do you know what this is?”

The girl didn’t have any idea what the blue and grey object in the man’s hands was. It looked a bit like a microphone, crossed with a digital thermometer, but the thick, knotted cloth pulled between her teeth prevented her from answering anyways.

“That there’s a noise dosimeter,” the woman with the streaky blonde dye job said. She straddled the helpless girl’s lap, and their captive tried to turn her head to the side as she was forced to smell the tobacco on her female kidnapper’s breath.

They’d grabbed her jogging. The woman had been pretending to have an asthma attack on the trail she ran on. She’d stopped, and that’s when the man had grabbed her from behind, and the woman had grabbed her legs when she tried to kick, and they’d carried her to their van and driven her away.

“It measures sound,” the woman continued, wiggling further up her captive’s lap, her bare thighs pressed against the girl’s own toned lap.

“Let’s show you.” The guy held the black foam tip of the microphone end up towards the girl’s gagged mouth, and the woman on her lap grabbed her breasts through her sports bra, her fingers digging into he soft flesh, finding her nipples and squeezing hard.

“MMMMPH!!!!” the girl screamed in pain.

“Hmm, 96 decibels,” the guy said, looking at the reading on the device.

Still staring into her captive’s eyes, drinking in the pain, the woman smiled. “That’s not a very effective gag, sugar tits.”

“There’s a game we like to play with the newcomers,” the guy explained, spinning the device deftly in his fingers. “We each take turns gagging your tight little cocksucker there,” he pinched her lower lip, pulling it hard, “and then the other person has five minutes to get you to make as much noise as possible. I mean really scream.”

“And then we switch,” the woman said, groping the wide-eyed captive’s breasts. “The winner is whoever gets you to make the most noise.”

“And the winner gets to— well, let’s not spoil the surprise,” the guy said, letting go of her lip.

The girl made a muffled, shocked sob into her gag and shook her head.

The woman leaned in close and whispered into her ear, “The only loser is you.” She licked the inside of the helpless captive’s earlobe, and the poor girl screamed into her gag.

“Who’s turn is it to go first?” the male kidnapper asked.

“I think it’s yours,” she said, kissing the terrified captive’s gagged lips before she got up off of her lap.

“Good,” he said. “Take your time. I’m gonna get ready.”

She nodded as he left the dingy cellar they were keeping their new playing in.

The woman ran her hands across the kidnapped jogger’s shoulder as she circled around behind her. “He think’s going first gives him an advantage.” Her fingers traced along the dirty rag gagging the girl, finding the tight knot tied at the base of her neck. “He assumes you’ll be too hoarse from screaming when he’s done with you to make much sound when it’s my turn to have some fun with you. But trust me, I know how to get a girl to make some noise.” She untied the gag, but before the mortified captive could spit out the sodden knot, she clamped her hand over her mouth. “And I know how to keep them quiet as well,” she whispered in her ear.

The girl made a strangled sob. Her captor pulled the knotted cleave gag from her mouth, and she burst into blubbering tears. “Please! Please don’t do this!”

The woman clamped her hand over her mouth again. “Shhh, save that for later. You’ll have plenty to cry about soon.”

The woman walked over to the wall behind their chair tied captive. The wall itself was covered in all manner of sex toys and torture devices, all neatly hung in their place, ready for use. The woman opened one of two drawers, her drawer, smiling as she looked over her gagging supplies.

She ran her fingers over the various items; picking some up and considering them before putting them back down, listening to her plaything whimper behind her.

“Open wide,” she said as she sauntered back up behind her captive. The girl’s eyes widened as she saw the softball-sized, black, sand-filled balloon the woman held in front of her mouth.

“No…” she whimpered softly, shaking her head, but the woman grabbing her hair, sinking her fingers into sweaty brunette locks and jerking up. She pressed the balloon against her lips and pushed, reaching under her chin and grabbing her jaw, pulling it open.

The girl tried to fight, tried to shake her head free, tried to keep her jaws clamped shut, tried to keep the invader out with her tongue, but her captor kept pushing, forcing it passed her teeth. He tongue was flattened against the floor of her mouth, the pungent flavor of rubber assaulting her taste buds.

She looked down, still seeing a good portion of the malleable balloon protruding from her jacked open mouth, the balloon knot jutting up prominently.

The captor kept forcing it in, working it into first her right cheek, and then her left, and finally she was able to tuck the knot up under her front teeth, leaving her lips stretched around a smooth dome of rubber.

“I’m sure a tasty little slut like you has learned to control her gag reflex,” she said.

“Hnnnn?” the girl asked, looking up, wondering what could possibly be next.

The woman put her hand under her chin, keeping her head tilted back, and began to push, slowly forcing her to shut her mouth.

“Nnnn! Nnnn!” the girl screamed, but her captor didn’t stop. Even through the balloon she could feel the texture of the course sand against her tongue and gums. The balloon swelled further into her cheeks, and towards the back of her throat.

She started to choke, coughing, but the woman just stroked her throat as she kept forcing her jaws closed. “Relax. Just relax.”

The girl finally managed to get her breathing under control, just as her kidnapper managed to shut her mouth over the gag as much as it possibly would.

“There we go, sugar tits,” she said, holding her hand under the girl’s chin, keeping her mouth clamped closed while she fished a roll of black electrical tape out of her pocket. With practiced ease, she found the edge of the tape and pressed the sticky adhesive against the jogger’s cheek while she pinched her lips closed, and then quickly pressed the thin tape over her lips and started wrapping swiftly around her head. She stretched it tight, brutally smashing the helpless girl’s lips as she wound it around and around, covering her face from under her nose to her chin and then wrapping it under and over the top of her head, forcing her to somehow bite down harder, threatening to choke her again.

She finished off the roll, aggressively smoothing the tape down. “That’ll do, for starters.”

“Ppmmmph. Nnn mmrr,” she tried to plead.

“What’s that? You’re right. It needs much more. You can make way too much noise.”

The girl shook her head, snorting through her nose and shaking against the ropes holding her to the chair.

The woman grabbed an elastic bandage from her drawer and began wrapping it tightly around her captive’s mouth. “This is for you. You’re going to want me to win this. I’m sure you don’t want him winning, so I’m going to make sure you can’t make a sound.”

The words were anything but reassuring to the kidnapped girl. She was crying, tears streaming down to the smooth, tight bands of black electrical tape covering her swollen cheeks.

“You’ve nothing to cry about yet,” the woman told her, still wrapping the bandage brutally tight. “But you will.”

“Mmmmm,” a low moan escaped the girl’s throat.

The kidnapper smoothed the end of the bandage down over her plaything’s cheek. She leaned and kissed her heavily gagged lips. “Almost done.”

The helpless jogger closed her eyes, just trying to get her breathing under control through her nose.

The woman sat again on her captive’s lap, stretching a thick white length of cloth in front of the girl’s face until she opened her eyes. “There’s a good girl. Look at me with those big brown eyes.” She wound the cloth over her captive’s mouth and nose. “Such expressive eyes. I want to see those while you’re muted and can’t say anything.”

The girl moaned, trying to plead with her eyes for her captor to have some mercy.

“That’s much better,” she said, adjusting the cloth until she was satisfied. Still on the helpless girl’s lap, she leaned back and put her thumb and forefinger in her mouth and whistled sharply.

The man sauntered back downstairs, cracking his knuckles.

“You’re up,” the woman said, getting up. She glanced back at the heavily gagged girl and put her finger to her lips. “Remember, shhhhh.”

The girl gulped, straining just to keep her airway clear. The man leaned over her, examining his partner’s handiwork. He fished around in his pocket and brought out the noise dosimeter again, holding the mic up to her gag. “Give me a little sample of what I’m working worth.”

The girl just stared up at him, her eyes huge. Her chest, glistening with sweat and grime, rose and fell sharply, her nose just barely flaring with each breath under the tight cloth.

“You’re going to make me work for it.” He stroked her cheek above the layers of gagging material. “Good.”

The woman had produced a stopwatch and was twirling it on its lanyard around her fingers.

“Five minutes, whenever you’re ready.”

“Start the clock.” He didn’t take his eyes off his plaything as he tossed the noise dosimeter behind him to his partner. She caught it deftly in one hand and snatched the stopwatch out of the air with the other. Her thumb found the button and with a beep, the game had started.

The man wasted no time, lifting their plaything out of the chair, pulling her bound wrists up over the back. With a muffled shriek, she tumbled forward, trying to get her bound legs under her.

There was already a rope dangling from the ceiling he quickly bound around her wrists, holding her in a strict strappado.

The girl teetered on her tiptoes, struggling to find a manageable position in her new predicament.

A sharp crack echoed through the room as he slapped her ass. She fell forward with a muted scream, her entire weight hanging from her arms while she scrambled to bring her bound legs back up under her.

“The noise has to come from her, not your palm,” the woman reminded him.

“That was all your tight little booty, wasn’t it?” He grabbed her shorts and yanked them down to her knees, baring her backside.

“Mmmmggg!”

“You know the rules,” his partner said, idly twirling the stopwatch again.

“I do. It’s your job to get the mic in front of her mouth.” He slapped her now bare ass again, eliciting another muffled squeal from the dangling girl.

“Planning on finishing early again?”

He ignored her, and she got up and sidled around their plaything, putting her hands on her knees and leaning in until she was face to face with the tortured girl.

The man spanked her again, forcing her forward so her face bumped the female kidnapper’s nose. The woman didn’t flinch, locking eyes with the poor girl. “Save some for me, sugar tits.”

“It’s not your turn yet. Just record her screams.” He started unfastening his belt and pulled it loose.

The woman leaned around their captive to stick her tongue out at her partner, but she did hold up the microphone on the little device to the helpless girl’s muzzled mouth. “Scream,” she mouthed. On cue, the man brought his belt down across her ass, and the girl screamed into her gag.

“Mmmnnnngghgg!”

The woman glanced at the reading on the dosimeter and smiled.

The man lashed her thigh, expertly landing the leather belt so the tip wrapped around her inner thigh. She screamed louder.

“Tick tock,” the woman said.

“How many decibels?” he asked, swinging the belt faster and faster, crisscrossing her toned thighs and ass with angry red welts.

“Ah ah ah,” she said, waggling her finger. “I’ll let you know when the time is up.”

He flicked her off and brought the belt down faster, drawing blood.

“HHHHHHNNNGGG!” Tears we’re streaming down the girl’s face, soaking into her tight gag.

“You’re running out of time,” the woman said.

“Scream for me bitch!” He was sweating from exertion as he laid into their helpless toy.

The girl had stopped trying to stand, the pain of hanging from her wrists overshadowed by the whipping she was receiving. The individual screams beneath her gag had run into one long, low bellow of agony.

“Time.” The woman held up the now beeping stopwatch.

The man gave their captive one last lick of his belt.

“MMMMMPHGGG!”

“Oh, that was your loudest yet. Too bad it was after the buzzer.”

“Really?” he asked, brow furrowed.

“No.”

“Bitch.”

She grinned, patting the girl on the head before standing up.

“So, how loud did she scream?”

“She peaked at 81 decibels.”

“Fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair. “When?”

“Like, right after you really started going at her with your belt.”

“Shit.”

“I keep telling you, you finish way too early.” She shot him a cheeky wink. He scowled.

“You’ve got five minutes, take your time.”

“Yeah well, if I took five minutes with you you’d really be bitching about me finishing early.”

She sucked on her finger. “Depends. Five minutes is just right if you use them right. Speaking of, your turn to gag her.” She turned and cupped the gagged girl’s cheek and turned her head to face her. “I hope you saved some energy for me.” She blew her a kiss and left the beaten girl with the man.

He picked up a sharp blade off of a table and cut the rope suspending her wrists, catching her around the waist with his other hand when she fell. He deposited her back in the chair, forcing her to scream again into her gag as he bruised ass made contact with the hard surface.

“You poor thing.” His tone was flat, not an ounce of pity. She leaned to the side, probably hoping that falling to the rough concrete floor would be preferable to sitting, but her put his hand on her shoulder, holding her in place. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes focusing on the knife still in his other hand. “Hold still.”

Quiet whimpers barely escaped from her as he slid the dirty blade under her cloth gag. He pulled, stretching the fabric and sawing at it until it finally broke. Her nostrils were flaring above the bandage wrapped over her mouth. He began slowly undoing his partner’s handiwork, unraveling layer after layer.

“She gagged you pretty well, but I’m going to really shut you up. You’re going to be nice and quiet for my friend, and then I’m gonna win our little friendly competition.”

The girl stared up at him through red-rimmed eyes still dripping tears. He finally pried the sand filled balloon from her mouth. “Puh-please,” she whispered, her voice cracking. He clamped his palm over her lips. She could smell the leather of his belt still on his hand.

“You just don’t get it. We don’t like our toys to speak. But that’s why we keep you gagged. You’re too dumb to figure that one out on your own.”

Her lip quivered when he slowly removed his hand. She choked back a sob as she watched him reach down to her legs and untangle her underwear from her running shorts. The blade in his hand made short work of the sides of her panties, and he pulled the destroyed garment up between her thighs. Involuntarily the girl pressed her lips together, but the gesture did nothing to deter him.

“Open up, slut.” He pressed the sweaty fabric to her lips. She shook her head ever so slightly, refusing to open, but he kept pressing, his strong fingers forcing her panties passed her chapped lips. She held him off for a few seconds, but once he had an opening, it was over.

The strong salty flavors of sweat and her own pussy assaulted her tongue as he kept cramming her underwear deeper into her mouth until the last bit of pink fabric disappeared behind her lips.

“You need to stay very quiet.” He slipped the knife under one of the straps of her sports bra.

In spite of his instructions, her sobbing got louder as the metal touched her bare skin before pulling back, taking her last shred of modesty with it. “You got a nice set of tits on you. Could be bigger, but they’re perky. And real.” He grabbed one in each hand, groping them hard. “They looked great, bouncing along when you were running. We saw those and we just knew we had to get you.”

“Hhnnnfff.” She tried to turn her head away, but he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. He picked back up her shredded bra and balled it up. Squeezing her cheeks, he forced her to open her mouth again to accept the rest of her underwear.

She choked as the panties were forced deeper. Sweat and drool ran down her cheeks. He grabbed both sides of her face, his thumbs pushing and working the wet cloth in until she literally couldn’t take any more. The black fabric bulged from her wide open mouth, a broken strap dangling down her chin, running parallel to the rivulets of drool dripping onto her naked, heaving chest.

He patted her swollen cheek. “That’s a good start.”

She managed a low moan, watching him as he picked up a roll of tape from the table. She cringed as the sound of sticky tape ripping off of the roll filled the room.

“You’re going to be nice and quiet for my friend, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t respond. She couldn’t even move her head as he started wrapping the dull gray tape around and around her head, pushing her sweaty underwear deeper into her mouth.

The lower half of her face disappeared, but still he kept going, taping higher and lower.

“See you soon,” he told her just before pressing the tape over her eyes.

The girl began making little panicked noises. More and more tape surrounded her head, covering her ears, until all that remained was a small triangle where her nose poked out.

“Are you ready?” his partner called down from upstairs.

“Almost,” the man replied. He pinched the helpless girl’s nose shut. She thrashed and struggled, desperate whining noises coming from her throat.

He let her go. “Good, you’ve still got some fight in you.”

The girl slumped forward, panting heavily through her nose.

“Aw come on, you know I like to look in their eyes.” The female kidnapper stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands on her hips.

“It’s not against the rules.”

She shot him a sour look before examining their prisoner. She ran her fingers all around the smooth tape cocoon. “Can you hear me?”

The girl didn’t react, her breathing still ragged.

“Nod if you can understand me.” For emphasis, the woman grabbed the girl’s nipple and pinched it tightly between her long nails.

The girl immediately bobbed her head up and down frantically.

“Good girl. Are you ready to scream for me?”

The girl sat frozen for a moment before giving a slight nod, followed by a well-muffled yell. “Mmmmph!”

The woman chuckled, patting her on the chest. “Start the timer.”

“Three, two, one, go.”

The woman slid back onto the helpless girl’s lap, slowly gliding her hands down her sides to her hips as she leaned in close. The girl whimpered. “I know it hurts,” she whispered next to the girl’s tape covered ear. Her fingers traced the welts along her backside. “You think I’m going to hurt you again, but you can relax.” Gently, her fingers walked down the outside of her thighs. “Pain isn’t the only way to make a girl scream.”

The helpless girl shivered under her touch. The woman climbed gracefully off of her lap, tracing her fingertips lightly over her thigh as she left and maneuvered around behind her plaything. The female kidnapper started massaging her shoulders, leaning in to whisper in her other ear. “I’m sure you could guess based on this little game we’re playing, but I really like making bets.” She maneuvered her hands downward and found the terrified captive’s breasts. “I’m betting you’ve never been with a woman before.” Her touch was gentle, methodical, a far cry from her partner’s pawing hands.

The girl squirmed, moaning.

“You don’t have to tell me,” she whispered, rolling the girl’s rapidly hardening nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “Whether you’re a full blown carpet muncher or you went through a little bi-curious semester at college or you’re as straight as an arrow, you haven’t experienced anything like me before.”

The girl squirmed in her seat, swinging her head back and forth.

“You can act like you don’t want it. That’ll make it all the better when you succumb.” Her left hand drifted lower, caressing the captive’s tone stomach. “They always succumb. Five minutes sounds like such a long time. You think, surely you can hold out, but I promise you, you can’t.”

The girl kept her legs clamped together, but her captor was persistent, her fingers sliding between the soft flesh, the sweat acting as a lubricant.

“No penetration.” The man had been standing back, watching. He knew the dosimeter wasn’t necessary yet, but he took a few steps forward nonetheless.

“I know the rules,” the woman said, her middle finger stroking the girl’s slit. “That privilege is for the winner,” she whispered against the captive’s ear.

“Mmmmmm.” The girl shifted and moaned, spreading her legs just a little.

“And trust me, you’re going to want me to win.” Her fingers found the helpless girl’s clit, grazing it ever so slightly.

“Mmmmmph!” The girl moaned louder, spreading her legs wider, giving her captor better access.

“There’s a good slut. Spread your legs for mommy.” She rubbed faster, her other hand massaging the girl’s breasts.

The captive writhed her hips, slowly at first but quickly building. Her low moans turned into desperate keening when her captor pulled away. Her head whipped back and forth, looking around blindly.

“I’m right here,” the woman said, wrapping her arms back around her plaything. She’d pulled a small device out of her pocket, and she nestled it between her prey’s legs.

The man glanced at the stopwatch and approached, readying the dosimeter in front of the helpless girl’s tape covered face.

“It’s almost time,” the woman whispered in the girl’s ear. She flipped the switch on the device.

“Hnnnnmmphh!” Vibrations pulsated through the girl’s core as the device sprang to life.

The woman grabbed her leg and wrenched it back, forcing her to spread her legs as far as the shorts still around her knees would allow. She pressed the head of the vibrator directly onto the girl’s clit and cranked it to the highest setting. “Scream for me.”

“MMMMMMMNNNNNFFFFFFFF!”

“Louder.” The woman pinched the girl’s nipple as she pressed the vibrator down harder.

“HHHHNNNMMMMPPHHHHHHHH!” The girl’s body spasmed, her pussy gushing. She snapped her legs closed, but it was too late, her captor’s hand and the powerful little toy were already in place.

The woman held her while she came, kneading her breasts. Finally the girl settled, leaning forward and panting through her nose, completely spent.

The woman turned off the vibrator and licked the fluids from her hand. “Well?” she asked expectantly.

“88 decibels-”

“Suck my clit! That’s what I’m talking about!” she threw her arms up in the air in triumph.

“But but but,” he waggled his finger. “That was almost a full minute after the time was up.

Her face fell. “What?”

“You went over the time.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was enjoying the show.” He smirked and turned his attention back to the helpless girl still struggling to catch her breath. “And since you were slow, I win.”

The girl made no sign if she registered which of her kidnappers had won their bet. Sweat dripped down her naked, heaving chest as she lay slumped forward in the chair, head bowed.

“We each got free reign to stuff your pretty mouth however we wanted, but the winner of our little competition gets first dibs on your other holes.

Still she didn’t react. He grabbed her legs and spread them, reaching down and sliding a finger into her still wet pussy.

“Hhnnmgg!” Her head shot up and she tried to struggle away, but he had her.

“You could join us, if you wanted.” He pulled out his fingers and grabbed her, easily hoisting the wriggling captive up and throwing her over his shoulder. “As the loser, you’d have to be tied up too, of course.”

His partner narrowed her eyes. “Have fun. You won fair and square, and I’ll wait my turn. Just try not to stretch her out too much.”

“No promises.” He slapped her bruised ass, eliciting a squeal from the heavily gagged girl, before carrying her upstairs.