Tina’s 99% Fictional First Submission (soon to be renamed) Chapter 3
Hank’s knife sliced away the zip ties from around Tina’s wrists. The moment her hands were free, her right hand slid over and tapped the hilt of her holstered Glock. Weapon’s checks were part of Tina’s “autopilot” weapon awareness routine. They happened without any more conscious thought than breathing. Tina started quickly past Hank toward the range.
“Hey! What. The Hell. Was that?!?” Hank was standing there dumbfounded with a knife in one hand and the zip ties in the other.
Tina didn’t know what it was. Her memory of it was already hazy, like something from a deja vue moment. She wouldeventually need to take time to reflect and organize her thoughts. But right now, Tina’s more urgent need was to feel normal. Tina needed to regain control. And nowhere was Tina more in control than on the range.
“That was nothing, Hank. Gotta get back to work!” She sprinted around the side of the shop toward the firing lines, the burn, and the control booth, and to all of the other familiar components of her realm. Tina slowed to a jog as she turned the corner and took in the sights and the sounds. She reached around to the back of her belt and retrieved the headphones hanging from their mount. Tina settled them over her ears and plunged herself into sweet silence. She inhaled the delicious combination of early morning air and sulfur clouds from expended rounds of ammunition. Tina was back to work. She was back in control. She was back to herself.
Sarah had cried until her tear ducts had run dry. The inside of the leather mask strapped tightly around her face must be streaked with her salty tears. The only thing worse than the physical discomfort of being tied into such a tight little ball wasthe anguish of knowing how stupid she was to allow herself to be in put in this position in the first place. What had she done?!?
Sarah didn’t know why but she sensed that she was running out of time. Maybe she already WAS out of time. But she wasn’t going down without one more try to fight for her freedom. Sarah screamed into her gag and pushed her legs out as hard as she could. Her knees were held closely to her chest by a binding strap of some hard, almost sharp material. There was a little bit of give, but not much. It wasn’t metal. “Please break, please break,” Sarah thought, sucking as much air threw the nostril holes in her mask would allow. Sarah ran marathons and competed in iron man events. Sarah had placed in a national cross fit competition. Sarah had never met a physical challenge she couldn’t overcome. She WAS going to get out. Somehow.
Sarah tried lowering her head. The binding strap might slip from behind her neck and let her stretch out her legs. And maybe then she could kick her way out of this, or at least make enough of a commotion for someone to notice her. Pushing her legs even harder and tucking her chin down tightly, Sarah felt the strap begin to slide up! It was scraping the back of her neck painfully. Sarah felt hair being pulled out. That didn’t matter. She couldn’t give up.
The problem was fatigue. A person can only fight so hard for so long. A sustained thrust was using too much of Sarah’s precious low energy reserves. Out of frustration, Sarah switched to a hard, almost kicking, motion of her legs. When she did, she also threw her face downward into her knees. This combined movement caused the neck strap to hop at least an inch up the back of her head. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” This might be working. No. It was definitely working. Inch by inch, Sarah was working the strap up over her head. If only she could separate her knees a tiny bit more so she could tuck her head a pinch lower….
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Mia swerved back on her side of the two-lane country road. She hated driving through poor states like Kentucky. The roads sucked and the other drivers were slow as fuck. “Why the hell are there so many dirt-poor states between the coasts?”
Mia had been driving a long time and had a long way left to gobefore she’d make it to Charleston, South Carolina. And honestly, that wasn’t so bad. She needed some quiet time to think about what had just happened at that hillbilly, gun shop-looking, armpit of a store she’d resorted to stopping at for a caffeine fix. Who would have ever thought there’d be a legit, girl-next-door, super fuckable, uber-sub, slave-whore hiding in a place like that. What are the fucking odds?!?
And it wasn’t just that the girl was hot. Mia’s nipples got hard the second she touched Tina’s dirty hand. I mean, what was that sulfur smell?? Didn’t matter. She was nailing the farm girl, blonde ponytail through the back of baseball cap, little miss innocent look. If she’d have only been dressed like Daisy Duke instead of GI Joe… But still, she was a solid 8 with potential to be a 9 or a 10, and that’s better than most of the snooty cunts she’d thought about picking up in Houston and New Orleans. Again, it was NOT just her perky, bouncy body or sweet little angel face, it was the chemistry. Good God. The white hot, no doubt, instantaneous, bend me over please Mistress, fuck me now, chemistry.
Mia had to swerve again to avoid the pickup truck in the oncoming lane. There must have been pallets stacked 10 feet high in the back of the truck. “What the fuck was holding those things down?” Mia wondered about the pallets partially because of her ADHD and partially because the subject of “tying things down” was near and dear to her. She laughed out loud at her own joke and suddenly felt regret. If only that idiot store clerk hadn’t interrupted Mia’s near success at seducing Tina into her passenger seat. It would have been nice to have had her company, and to have had her body to play with, for the rest of the trip East. I mean, Mia had the car door open, and Tina’s wrists tied together, and she was almost home free. So close! Fuck.
“Look at the bright side, bitch,” Mia said out loud to at last have the company of her own voice, “Now you have something to look forward to when you drive back through that shit hole state.”
The car was giving off a vibration. Mia had felt it the last few miles and tried to ignore it until she’d at least gotten out of Kentucky and into the next depressing center of poverty and ignorance on her trip. “Right on cue,” Mia said as she drove past a small sign that read “Welcome to West Virginia.” State lines usually meant rest areas, and this was no exception. Just a few miles after crossing the border, Mia pulled off the interstate and into a rest station. Mia surveyed the long driveway and parking lot. There was a small building, presumably with bathrooms and vending machines. There was a small playground and some picnic tables. Mia only saw a few other cars and no people. This rest station included a secondary lot for 18-wheelers so cross-country truck drivers could pull over and rest overnight. “This’ll do,” Mia said, and she drove all the way to the back of the empty truck lot.
Mia parked her car, hit the trunk release button, and hopped out of the car. She made it around back just as the trunk lid was creaking open. Mia stood with her arms crossed, looking down into the trunk. “I think I see the fucking problem.” Inside the trunk, surrounded by layers of blankets sleeping bags, was a still-struggling Sarah.
“You look ridiculous!” Mia chastised Sarah, even though she couldn’t hear the beratement with her ears plugged with cotton as they were. Sarah must have noticed the lid opened though, because she stopped kicking her zip tie bound legs. Sarah was a total mess of hundreds of zip ties around her wrists, forearms, elbows, ankles, chest, and everywhere in between. She looked like she’d been bound by an insane kindergartner. Some ties were applied so loosely they served no purpose in actual restraint. And all of the ties had a foot or more of slack pulled through the lock making it look like Sarah had hundreds of black plastic quills like a porcupine jutting out randomly in all direction. But Mia was not criticizing the illogical and excessive zip tie bondage that Sarah was in, but rather, the way that Sarah had managed to lock her face in between her knees with her failed effort to pull the bundle of ties that held her knees up to her chest over the back of her head.
Mia unbuckled the straps holding the leather mask over Sarah’s face and peeled it from her sweaty flesh. Sarah’s microsecond of hope was shattered when she realized she had not been found and rescued but rather was still at the mercy of her captor.
“I should leave you like this you know.” Sarah’s eyes were wide with fright. “I really should. I think that might teach you a lesson you cow.” Sarah spit pellets of saliva from behind her gag with her pitiful attempts to plead for leniency. “I TOLD them that you were trained. Do you call this FUCKING trained?” Sarah managed to squeeze out a few more tears. “This is embarrassing. I have a reputation, and you’re fucking with that, goddamn it.” Mia slapped Sarah’s bare and helpless ass with her open hand hard enough to leave a full red handprint on it. Sarah squealed from the sharp pain and sobbed.
Mia unbuckled the strap of Sarah’s gag. She slowly withdrew the round, curved shaft of the phallic gag. It was very thick. The circumference was enough to fill Sarah’s mouth. Inch by inch, the wet, slimy invader was withdrawn. The moment the gag had cleared Sarah’s lips, Mia firmly clamped her hand over her mouth so she couldn’t speak.
“This isn’t how a submissive whore behaves, is it cunt?” Sarah blinked up at Mia, terrified by her Mistress’s anger. “Nod or shake, slave. I asked, this isn’t how a submissive whole behaves, is it, CUNT?” Sarah shook her head. “Well then, I’m confused. Because you ARE a submissive whore, aren’t you?” Sarah nodded. “I mean, I claimed you back at the casino in Vegas, didn’t I you stupid bitch?” Sarah nodded and sobbed more. “Do you want to apologize to your mistress, slave?” Sarah nodded. “Fine! Go ahead then!”
Mia stepped back and released her hold on Sarah’s head and mouth, but kept her eyes locked onto Sarah’s.
“I am so sorry. So sorry Mistress. I don’t have any excuse. Please forgive me Ma’am. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Excellent, slave. But then why did you do that? What were you trying to do?” Mia asked.
“I don’t know, Mistress. I really don’t know. I. I…” Sarah was babbling. Mia thought Sarah might be losing focus.
“Look at me bitch.” Sarah’s eyes went back up to Mia’s.
“Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress.” Mia thought the eye contact was the key but after what happened with Tina, now she wasn’t sure. Tina was falling apart just from being in the same room as Mia. They hadn’t made eye contact until they were practically out the door. Mia needed to know. She smiled like a snake at Sarah.
“OK Slave, you know who owns you, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes Mistress. You own me.”
“And I can do….anything I want to you. Can’t I?” Mia was talking with her hands as she spoke.
“Of course, you can Mistress.”
“And I own the air in your lungs, too, don’t I?”
“Yes Mmmmm….” Mia had clasped her hand over Sarah’s mouth again. She was leaning down hard onto Sarah and pushed her head deep into the soft blanket cocoon.
“I want you to hold that air in your lungs now, ok slave.” Sarah couldn’t speak or nod a response. “Here Slave, Mistress will help you.” Sarah’s eyes followed Mia’s other hand as it slowly moved toward her nose and firmly squeezed her nostrils closed. “Eyes on my eyes Slave.” Sarah’s eyes turned back up to Mia’s. “Don’t struggle little one.” Sarah could have hardly struggled still bound as she was, but she complied and held still. “I have power over you, Slave. You must submit to me.” Sarah’s cheeks puffed searching for air. He eyes flickered. She was passing out, but she wasn’t struggling.
Mia released her hold on Sarah’s mouth and nose. “Breathe Slave.” Sarah gulped in air before even being instructed to do so. Sarah’s body’s reflex responses could not submit as completely as her will. “This is useful information,” Mia thought. She reinserted the gag and strapped the mask back onto Sarah. She also resecured Sarah’s knees to her chest, pulling the zip ties tighter than before.
Mia stood quietly beside the car. Sarah began to rustle. And soon after that, Sarah was back to struggling. “I guess it might be eye contact then,” Sarah said, wondering why she never bothered to figure this out a long, long time ago.