Cheryl hung the novelty sign reading “If this van’s rockin’, don’t come knockin’,” on the door to the RV. Not that she expected guests; she was well and truly off the beaten path. But the sign was kitschy and cute, and no matter how tired the joke was, it still made her smile.
Taking one last breath of the crisp mountain air, the woman stepped inside, running her fingers along the fake wood paneling. Getting such a nice RV was a steal, the prices still hadn’t come down since the pandemic started and everyone had to have their own personal mobile vacation. She’d had others that suited her needs perfectly fine, but this one, this was top of the line. Cheryl locked the door behind her and made her way towards the back. She opened the bedroom door and was greeted by the crackling of the fake fire set into the wall. She’d have obviously preferred a real fire place, but the flames on the LCD screen looked real enough, and the built in heater could be adjusted to the perfect temperature, especially tonight, where it wasn’t that chilly. Besides, she’d be creating plenty of heat in the surprisingly spacious, lavish bedroom.
“Mmmmphh!!”
“Well hello there, cutie,” Cheryl said, sidling her way up to the bed, admiring the delicious little thing bound spread eagle to the king sized bed. The petite blonde had come with the RV, and either she or her partner who Cheryl had stashed in bathroom was probably the Beth Hampton listed on the RV’s documents. Cheryl didn’t really care which was which; she had already started thinking of this one as Candy Nips, from the second she had stripped her unconscious form naked and discovered her absolutely adorable, heart shaped, pink areolas. Cheryl had never seen such a thing in person, and apart from a quick sampling of her unconscious plaything, she was relishing learning from her new toy how that worked, and why, especially when the cute little hearts adorning her perky little tits seemed a stark contrast to the tapestry of tattoos covering her flesh. Cheryl would explore every one in detail soon enough; the little teardrop to the left of her hairless pussy demanding her attention. Was her tight little cunt sad, Cheryl wondered? Could she make it sad? Cheryl was quite sure she could.
“Mmmmphh!” Candy Nips screamed into her gag, thrashing against the fishnet stockings Cheryl had used to confine her to the bed. She’d have to find something stronger to restrain the feisty captive soon, but from her brief survey of their drawers, there were plenty of items at her disposal, among a few other choice finds.
“Did you sleep well?” Cheryl started unbuttoning her jeans. “You’re such a itty bitty little thing, I was worried I’d used too much sedative on you, but it sounds like you’re up before your companion.”
The mention of the kidnapped girl’s partner sent her into an frenzy, the poor thing even succeeding in tearing one of the stockings holding her wrist to the corner of the bed. Cheryl was on her in an instant, catching her wrist and pinning it back down to the mattress. “I’ll have to do something about that,” she purred, shimmying the rest of the way out of her pants and straddling Candy Nips’ stomach. The girl was strong for her size, but Cheryl had the leverage and experience to ride out the girl’s tantrum until she’d exhausted herself, and lay panting beneath her kidnapper, glaring daggers up at Cheryl’s smiling face.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be reunited with Thicc Shake in due time. I just wanted to spend a little one on one time with you first.” Candy Nips could clearly tell who Cheryl meant by Thicc Shake, who the kidnapper had dubbed after her deliciously juicy booty that was just begging for a spanking.
“Yuuuu upphhinnn phyyccoo!” Candy Nips growled around the knot of pantyhose tied between her lips. “Dnnnphh oooo oouchhh errrr!”
“So protective, Candy Nips,” Cheryl switched her grip on the girl’s loose wrist so she could use her free hand to examine the nips in question, her long fingernail drawing a spiral around the girl’s left boob, getting inexorably closer to the heart shaped areola. It looked like a tattoo, and when her digit caressed the flesh, she could feel the subtle difference in pink skin. “I’m gonna do a whole lot more than touch her.”
The girl wrenched her arm free and swung her fist at Cheryl. She was aiming for her head but her wrist caught Cheryl’s shoulder first. “Bbbiipphh!”
“That’s enough of that.” Cheryl got up, bending over and pulling out the drawers set under the bed. The girl immediately started freeing her other wrist. She made short work of the knotted stocking and had lunged forward to free her ankles when Cheryl pounced back on the bed. Like a python striking she got behind her plaything and wrapped her arms and legs around her, wrenching her hands away from the knots they were furiously picking. “Let’s do this right this time, Candy Nips!”
It wasn’t a fair fight, the scrappy blonde still half restrained and recovering from a pretty hefty dose of Rohypnol Cheryl had slipped into their water when she had targeted them at their campsite. Cheryl didn’t want a fair fight, savoring in her captive’s desperate struggle as she fought a losing battle. Two pairs of yoga pants were repurposed into restraints with a level of precision that came with far too much practice, and Cheryl wrestled first one and then other arm back to edges of the bed, much tighter this time, the girl’s clenched fists already turning purple as the stretchy fabric bound too tightly around her slender wrists started to cut off circulation.
“That’s much better,” Cheryl told the panting girl as she started running her fingers gently along her taut arm, tracing the intricate designs of the tattoo sleeve she bore. “I’ve never gotten any tattoos,” she lamented. “See?” She pulled her shirt off over her head, leaving her in just her panties.
“Mmmgg,” the girl growled, but other than a quick jerk against her bonds, she remained still when Cheryl’s hands returned to her body. She was saving her strength. Good. Cheryl would make sure she needed it later.
“Gabriel,” Cheryl found a name written in cursive beneath her triceps. “Where you into men, once upon a time?” She traced the folded wings a little further up the tattooed girl’s arm. “Or is this for the archangel? Were you religious, Candy Nips? Shhh, don’t tell me,” she cupped her palm over the girl’s gagged lips, even though she was making no attempt to answer her captor’s queries. “I don’t really care,” Cheryl whispered in her ear. “I’m just here for your body.”
“Mmmmphhh!” That got a reaction, the girl bucking her whole body up off the bed and letting out a scream into Cheryl’s muffling palm.
“Hmmpphh!” Another gagged cry and a thud came from the bathroom.
“It sounds like we woke up Thicc Shake,” Cheryl said with a grin. “And just as we were starting to get somewhere.” She climbed back up off the bed, pausing to bend over at the waist and slowly pull her panties down, giving Candy Nips quite the show. Twirling her underwear around her finger, she smiled over her shoulder at Candy Nips. “I’ll be right back.”
Cheryl sauntered over to the bathroom, easing open the door and peering inside. “Hello? Is there a fat bootied dyke home?”
Exactly where Cheryl had left her, but a lot more animated now that she was conscious and looking around frantically, the RV’s other owner was tied up in the tub. The lesbians had definitely splurged on the bathroom, with a full tub easily able to hold two taking the majority of the space. Most of a roll of duct tape had been used to hogtie the curvaceous victim, with quite a bit plastered over her lips. Cheryl had left her panties on, a red pair that was generously only one size too small that strained to stretch over her big, juicy butt. Cheryl would take those too from her, in due time.
“Hnnng?” her neck craned to look over the side of the tub as Cheryl sat down on the edge of it. “Mmmmff!” she bleated as Cheryl snapped the waistband of her panties, relishing in the resounding jiggle all the way down to her thick thighs.
“How’re you feeling?” Cheryl asked, brushing her bangs out of her eyes for her.
“Mmbbllmm,” the girl blubbered.
“I know,” she said understandingly. Cheryl peeled the tape off her face, holding her hand under the girl’s chin as she worked the sodden mass of Candy Nip’s panties out of her mouth.
“Beth!” the girl cried out, and a desperate muffled cry from the bedroom answered her.
“Shhhh shhh shhhhh,” Cheryl put a finger to her lips. “She’s alright, just a little, impatient. You interrupted us,” she said, folding her own panties into a tight ball before pressing them to the girl’s full lips. “But you can make it up to her,” her underwear was larger than the girl’s lover’s skimpy pair that had previously occupied her mouth, but they went in easily enough, Cheryl’s fingers poking and prodding until the last bits of fabric disappeared. “I know this is a new taste,” she said, still poking a prodding until she had room to push Candy Nip’s thong back in on top. “But you’ll become very familiar with it.”
Thicc Shake stared up at her as her captor picked up the handy roll of tape and pulled off a strip, fat tears rolling down her bulging cheeks.
“You make such a great damsel in distress.” Cheryl placed first one and then a second strip across her lips in an X. “You’ll be her incentive.” She pulled off another piece of tape and pressed this one over the bathtub drain. The hogtied girl’s eyes widened, realizing what was happening. “Now I know you’ve got two nice pairs of panties crammed in your muff muncher,” she placed another piece of tape over the drain and carefully smoothed out the seal. “But I’m going to need you to make a lot of noise.” She turned on the faucet, and cold water immediately started filling the tub.
“MMMNNPPHHH!” the girl wailed, wiggling backwards in the tub, as though she could somehow escape the water.
“Louder,” Cheryl said, raising her voice over the roar of the faucet. She blew a kiss at the squirming girl in the tub, watching her curvy body jiggle as she struggled, the shallow water starting to splash around her. Thicc Shake kept screaming, and Cheryl turned back to the bedroom, leaving the door ajar. On the bed, Candy Nips was freaking out, screaming her head off as well and thrashing for all she was worth against her bonds.
“Llepphhh hurrr gauuuhh oooo!!!!”
“Settle down,” Cheryl said, crawling up onto the bed between her plaything’s spread legs. “Hey!” she said firmly, grabbing both of the girl’s heart shaped nipples and yanking hard, pulling her up. “You hear that?”
The girl stopped screaming into her gag, both of them listening to the sound of running water and Thicc Shake screaming in the bathroom.
Cheryl let go of her tits and cupped her face in her hands, pulling her close until they were nose to nose. “The water is rising. Your chubby dyke girlfriend is scared. She doesn’t want to drown. I’ll go in there and turn the water off. I will. Just as soon as you make me cum.”
Even Thicc Shake shut up for a second, perhaps having heard the condition over the sound of water and her own desperate screaming. Candy Nips just stared up at her, wide eyed. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. And then she nodded her head hard, moaning affirmatively into her gag. Cheryl smiled, and pulled the drenched knot of pantyhose out of her mouth. “Good girl.”
Candy Nips’ tongue was out and lapping before Cheryl had even sat on her face, a wet, pink blur. Under normal circumstances, she was sure that the girl under her possessed more skill and finesse than she was demonstrating, but she was working on a sense of pure desperation, and that was working for Cheryl. Whether it was her own conscious realization that a speedy performance didn’t always lead to a speedy goal, or just a natural gift for lapping pus, her frantic, unfocused licks quickly slowed and became guided, purposeful, intentional. Even as the sound of sloshing water grew louder with the rising water in the other room, she was paying attention to the little moans and gyrations of her newest sexual partner. The slut in the bathtub was one lucky dyke. Or at least, she had been, before Cheryl set her sights on them.
“Oh yes! What a talented tongue you have,” Cheryl moaned, her breath quickening. “That’s right, suck your master’s clit.” Cheryl grabbed Candy Nip’s hair and yanked, burying her face in her snatch as she clenched her thighs down tightly on either side of her face. The girl couldn’t breath, but that didn’t deter her, her lips and tongue adjusting to the new working environment. She began to jerk again as she ran out of air, but she never stopped licking. In the bathroom the splashing got louder and coughing and spluttering broke up the muffled screams. Both of her slaves couldn’t breath. Cheryl threw her head back, humping the helpless thing between her legs faster and faster until she came, gushing all over Candy Nips’ face.
“Ky—Kylie!” she screamed as Cheryl slumped off her perch, catching her breath. “Turn the water off!”
“Oh pipe down,” Cheryl groaned, dragging the knotted cleave gag back up between Candy Nips’ talented lips. As much as she just wanted to bask in the afterglow, she didn’t want to kill Thicc Shake, not like this. She got up, her knees still weak, and tottered to the bathroom. The girl in the tub had managed to roll over onto her side, her floppy tits bouncing about in the rising water as she struggled to keep her head up. Cheryl turned the water off and sat down on the edge of the tub.
“I bet she was thinking of you while she between my legs.” The kidnapper reached into the water, letting her hand lazily float in the sloshing water under her palm connected with one of the girl’s tits. This one didn’t have any tattoos like her partner, unless she was hiding some under her soaked panties. She did however have quite the collection of piercings. Cheryl toyed with the barbell adorning her nipple, rolling it between her fingers. “And who could blame her. A tasty snack like you, soaking in the tub, all wet and slippery…” she ran her fingers down her soft tummy, playing with the jewelry dangling from her cute little innie belly button. “I’d have gotten jealous, if I didn’t know she was gonna share you with me,” she purred, sliding her hand under the girl’s panties. Her grin widened. Just as she suspected, her fingers found the little bar piercing the girl’s clit hood. “You have so much nice jewelry. So many points to attach strings. I wanna puppeteer you like a marionette. Would you like that, dancing and jiggling for me? I know you would,” she cooed, stroking that girl’s slit.
“Ppmmmphhh,” she whimpered.
“All in good time, my chubby, pierced princess. But first…” Cheryl fished around in the cabinets until she pulled out a nail file. She stabbed through the tape sealing the drain, and to the terrified girl’s relief, the water started draining, and she was soon able to relax her straining neck. She moaned a sigh of relief when her captor cut the tape keeping her hogtied. Cheryl ripped the tape off her ankles, but left her wrists bound behind her back.
“Come on. On your feet.” Cheryl hauled the trembling girl up, one hand pulling her hair and the other liberally groping her wet body until she stood in the tub. “Be careful,” Cheryl said as she helped the girl step out of the bath. “Imagine, if you survived this far only to fall and crack your head open getting out of the bath. It’s one of the leading causes of death of single women. But don’t worry, I’ve got you now.”
The girl didn’t seem comforted by this at all, sniffling and whimpering as her captor ushered her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She stopped, eyes wide as she saw her girlfriend spread eagle on the bed.
Cheryl shoved her hard, and she fell onto her knees at the foot of the bed, her face hitting the mattress between her lover’s spread legs.
“It’s a good view, isn’t it?” Cheryl asked, slapping the girl’s butt.
“Mmmmph!!” she cried in surprise, her girlfriend echoing her screams.
Cheryl grabbed the waistband of her panties, yanking up hard. The curvy captive lurched forward, her nose slamming into her girlfriend’s pussy as she was wedgied. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Cheryl said, dragging the wet underwear up to bisect her new slave’s ample booty. She wound up, delivering a cracking smack that echoed through the RV. The spanked girl bleated into her gag and jerked forward again.
“Look at that,” Cheryl crouched down, admiring the red handprint quickly forming on Thicc Shake’s left cheek. “You ever think about marking up her body, Candy Nips?” she asked. “Tattoos? Brands? I bet she’d scar up real nice. Take a bullwhip to that ass, she’d wear those marks for life.”
Thicc Shake was sobbing while Candy Nips raged muffled profanities and threats into her gag.
“Be good dykes for me, and maybe I won’t carve your new names into your flesh,” she threatened. “Unless of course…” she slithered up onto Thicc Shake’s back, straddling her, gripping her hair while she leaned over and grinned down at Candy Nips. “You’d rather have something permanent to remember me by.”
The smaller girl’s muffled yells quickly changed tone from threatening to pleading. “Ppllleephhh!!! Dnnmmmpphh!”
“Good slut.” Cheryl leaned forward, shoving Thicc Shake’s face into Candy Nips’s cunt, until she could take a none-to-gentle bite at the top of Candy Nip’s nipple. She leaned back, yanking Thicc Shake’s head up, and she ripped the tape off her lips.
“Get her warmed up for me,” Cheryl said, hopping off of her back.
“Please! We’ve got money!”
Cheryl brought her palm back down on the girl’s other cheek, leaving a matching handprint. “Oh, you stupid, silly slut. I don’t want money.” She spanked her again, aiming for the back of thighs this time. “I have exactly what I want right here. And right now I want you to plunge that pierced tongue of yours deep into your little dyke girlfriend’s clunge.”
The girl’s bound hands stretched out in a vein attempt to protect herself from the savage assault to her rear, but her tongue shot out, doing as she was told. She hoped obedience would stop or at least lessen the punishment, but if anything, her captor spanked her harder, each powerful blow driving her face into her helpless lover’s snatch.
“Look at that juicy booty shake,” Cheryl said, her hand a blur as she struck her helpless plaything’s jiggling butt over and over. “You might have the most spankable ass I have ever had the pleasure of paddling. And that’s high praise coming from me. I’ve had many a plump derrière under my palm.”
The girl couldn’t maintain her focus on licking, instead just trying to suppress pained yelps each time she was struck, her cries muffled by her girlfriend’s pussy. The tattooed girl for her part seemed to be alternating between trying to console her abused partner and yell at their captor. Her gag muffled cries were wasted on both of them.
“Phew, I should’ve used a belt.” Cheryl leaned across the sobbing girl she’d just finished spanking, placing her inflamed palm against Candy Nip’s cheek. “Just imagine what her ass must feel like right now.”
“Yuuugghh mmnnnphhrrrr!” Candy Nips cried.
“Or maybe you’ve got a paddle in that drawer of toys of yours. I saw some very interesting things.” She got up, making her way over to the bottom drawer that had caught her attention in her initial inspection.
“Please,” the chubby girl managed to form a coherent word, her voice wavering.
“Please use all our fun toys on us, Mistress?” Cheryl asked mockingly. “I was already planning on it.” She knelt down and began rummaging through the drawer. “You have quite the collection,” she mused, rifling through the various vibrators and dildos. “There’s always room for improvement. I can show you so many wonderful things to use on your delicious bodies. Ah, here we are.” She held up a tangled mess of black straps, a sizable purple dildo dangling from it. “Now which one of you usually wears this?”
Only the sound of heavy breathing came from the two captives on the bed. Cheryl held the strap-on in front of herself. “I feel like Goldilocks. Is this pretty little dick going to be too small, or too big?”
Her eyes locked onto Candy Nips, and she began stepping into the harness. It was too small, clearly sized for the smaller lesbian. “Oh my! This strap-on is too small!” she said in a high-pitched voice. “I just love a tiny top and a big bottom.” She slapped the tattooed girl’s bruised ass, making her yelp. “And you are quite the bottom, sweetie, with all that cushion for the pushing. But I think it’s Candy Nips here’s turn to be on the receiving end. Now get your fat ass in the corner.” Using her panties like a handle, Cheryl yanked her back. The girl yelped and scrambled to move, but she wasn’t fast enough. With a tearing sound, her panties started to rip at the sides. Cheryl shoved her hard into the corner, holding onto her underwear, and she fell into the corner, ripping her last stitch of clothing clean off.
“Would you look at that,” she mused, towering over the trembling girl in the corner while she adjusted the harness. She pulled it up and cinched the harness tight, stroking the erect purple phallus gently. “This strap-on fits just right.” Cheryl balled up the ripped panties, squeezing out the bath water over the dildo. “If you did your job, she won’t need any lube,” Cheryl said to the girl cowering in the corner.
“Please,” the girl whimpered softly.
Cheryl grabbed her by the hair, jerking her head back. “Shhhh,” she shushed her gently. “You’re going to be a good girl and sit here quietly while daddy fucks mommy. Aren’t you?” She yanked hard on her hair, forcing her to nod. “Good girl,” she said, cramming the panties into her mouth, her third pair of the day. Thicc Shake choked and coughed, but Cheryl kept pushing and prodding until her traumatized plaything couldn’t close her mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare spit those out,” Cheryl whispered, patting her gently on the head before standing up and turning to her other toy.
The girl on the bed pulled her legs together as much as her bonds allowed, her arms stretched to their limited and even still her knees were still two inches apart. It was a useless gesture, her abductor easily forcing her thighs apart as she climbed back up on the bed between her legs. “Nnnnmmpphh!”
“Yes,” Cheryl purred, forcing her legs wider. “Spread your fucking legs for daddy.” She grabbed the struggling girl’s tattoo covered thighs, holding her down while she eased the dildo inside of her. “You like that, don’t you? That big, thick dick filling your cunt.”
The girl shook her head, crying into her gag as her captor fucked her with her own strap-on, savagely thrusting all the way in so the leather harness slammed into her pussy.
“It’s a little smaller than I’d like, but don’t you worry, Candy Nips. I’ll find bigger things to fill those greedy holes of yours. All of them!” Cheryl cupped one hand under her ass, and jammed her thumb up her ass, making the girl squeal even louder. “I’m gonna plug that tight little pussy and ass of yours, and then I’m gonna see how much punishment those adorable, heart shaped nipples of yours can take.”
The muffled cries and whimpers were music to Cheryl’s ears, rising over the crackling of the fake fire and filling the cozy bedroom of the RV. She grabbed a handful of Candy Nips’ boobs in each hand, squeezing those precious little nipples of hers between her fingers as she pulled herself into each thrust, pounding her harder. The creaking of not just the bed, but the whole RV filled the air. She came to an abrupt stop, the RV continuing to jostle with her built up momentum for several seconds. Cheryl leaned in, the strap-on still buried deep in the girl’s pussy, her nose touching her victim’s. “If this van’s rocking,” she panted. “Don’t come knocking. You dykes belong to me now!”