Not quite a Honeymoon 13

Isabelle wasn`t too surprised that she was led down into the cellar again, but her sense of orientation told her that they were not heading for either the bathroom or the room where she and Mathilda had been held previously. She heard the opening of an iron door and when she was pushed forward, she sensed a slight smell of paint and felt sheer concrete under her feet.

»Just a moment!«, Amy purred and then, Isabelle heard a strange metallic screech, followed by a dump. Suddenly, images of Medieval torture chambers appeared in front of Isabelle`s eyes and she had to oppress a gasp.

A slap with the crop made her step forward and there, she felt something cold and metallic in her way. She felt with her hands and realized it wasn`t a torture rack or an iron maiden, but just an aluminium stepladder.

»Get to the second step!«

Isabelle obeyed. This ladder couldn`t be that high, given the fact it stood in an ordinary cellar room. In addition, she could feel the curved upper bar that was at the level of her neck.

Now, hands grabbed her feet, forced them apart till her ankles touched the side bars and then, they were tied off with two of the wet leather straps. With two more straps, Amy and Alinda then fixed her feet to the step she was standing on. Isabelle`s hands were still free, she could have ripped off her blindfold, yelled or even tried to hit her captors, but that would only earned her additional suffering.

Next, her knees were fixed to the side bars, both above and below the joint. Isabelle now stood there, bent forward slightly and her pubic mound touching the edge of the little platform that built the last step of the ladder. There was some screeching; obviously, Amy and Alinda had stepped on chairs, for then, her arms were grabbed. She was made to lean forward until the upper bar pressed against her collar bone. Then, her arms were tied to the side bars, at her armpits, above and below the elbows and finally at her wrists. Again, they used the leather thongs and when they were finished, Isabelle was welded to the ladder, fixed to the construction and standing bent forward, with her arms pointing downwards. She tested her bonds whilst Amy and Alinda were rummaging close to her. All she could do was flex her toes and fingers, move her head and wriggle her hips. Whatever these mean women would do next, she would have to endure it.

She felt that the scarf blindfolding her was loosened, but only so Amy – or Alinda? – could shove wet cotton wool lumps under it and press it over her eyes. Then, the knots were tightened again and finally, something was tied above, most likely one of the wet leather straps. Already, the compression was so high that some water dripped from the cotton pads and ran down her cheeks. A finger brushed over them and Amy whispered:

»Don`t cry, Isabelle, we haven`t even started!«

»There must be someone better than you to make me cry!«, Isabelle replied, trying to sound much more confident than she felt. Amy giggled. Then, something soft brushed over Isabelle`s face and she noticed the fragrance of used panties. When Amy dabbed her lips with them, she was sure it was the pair she had been gagged with previously: Adele`s French knickers, still damp and quite substantial, despite being made of the finest silk.

Amy pinched Isabelle`s nose shut and then seemed to have all the time in the world to work the foul tasting garment deep into her oral cavity. She only once and awhile loosened the grip on her victim`s nose, forcing her to hyperventilate. Then, as she couldn`t get the panties any deeper into Isabelle`s mouth, she whispered something to Alinda, followed by a giggle. Then, she said in a louder tone:

»Come on, don`t be shy, Alinda! Isabelle promises she won`t look!«

This was followed by a rustle and then, something soft was held under Isabelle`s nose. It was Alinda`s tiny panties. She had put them back on after Mathilda had borrowed them, and obviously, she had sweated in the short time she had been struggling in the bathtub.

These were rubbed over Isabelle`s lips, too, before Amy used both hands to cram them into her victim`s oral cavity, whilst Alinda helped by pushing against the back of Isabelle`s head. The girl twitched and retched as the mass of cloth touched the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. Both her captors laughed and then, a thin scarf was tied between Isabelle`s lips.

»Now, don`t you think it is a little unfair – that you now can enjoy the flavour of Adele and Alinda, but not mine?«

»Ghhmmph!«

»Exactly!«, Amy said as if Isabelle had agreed to her. Then, something was pulled over her head. It was a thong, and the crotch part was placed over her nose and also touched her lips. The fragrance was a strong mixture of a sweet perfume and female arousal.

»You will sure appreciate that I wore these whilst I worked out my plans against your Mikey!«

»Mmhhmm! Uuhhmmm!«

Now, one of the wet straps was wound between her wide open jaws, tightened repeatedly and then knotted off at her nape. Isabelle felt how now the damp thong touched her lips and clung to her nose, forcing her to inhale Amy`s fragrance on every breath.

Amy was far from being finished. Now, she took Adele`s pantyhose that had already been used to gag Isabelle once and pulled it over her head. The crotch part went over her face and after she had slung the legs around the part of the curved bar on which Isabelle`s collar bone rested, she knotted them off, further reducing Isabelle`s ability to move at all.

»Do you know why we tied you to such a ladder? Because it allows us to restrain you to complete helplessness – whilst your best parts are still available!«

She cupped Isabelle`s breasts and kneaded them and the girl mewed through her massive gag, though she felt that Amy had not completely told the truth: The little platform on whose edge her pubic mound was pressed also prevented her from a full frontal assault.

Amy withdrew from her boobs and then, there was another rustle. Then, she felt a hand between the edge of the platform and her pelvis.

»Nnngg! Gghhmmm!«

She vigorously shook her head, but something was pushed through the gap. To her surprise, it was some kind of cushion. Or rather, it felt like a thick belt. However, it was a slight improvement to the metal edge and the hand had disappeared.

»This is a massage belt! The advertising says it helps to burn fat and gain stomach muscles just by wearing it, but I doubt that! However, I think it has – other advantages!«

Isabelle twitched as the upholstery came to life with a faint buzzing. Now, her pubic mound was pressed on a vibrating pad and as Amy pressed another button, the vibrations turned into intervals. Reflexively, Isabelle reared up and managed to get some inch distance between her pubic mound and the vibrating cushion.

»So, you don`t like being treated nice, Isabelle? Well, Alinda and I now wanted to get to the punishment part anyway! Have you ever heard of a Martinet?«

Isabelle knew what a martinet was: it was a small whip that looked like a miniature cat-o`-nine-tails, but without knots on the ends. Actually meant for getting the dust out of clothes, it was also used for punishment, for it didn`t cause lasting damage.

She shivered when she felt the soft leather cord brush over her buttocks. Then, her breasts were caressed the same way.

Then, the punishment began in earnest. Isabelle had no idea who was Amy and who Alinda, but one hit her boobs whilst the other concentrated on her buttocks. Left – right, left – right. Neither of them hit especially hard, but the lashes were tingling painfully and they both seemed to know exactly how long they had to pause between two slaps, so the pain could stray, but had not yet ceased. Isabelle bit down on her stifling gag and clenched her fists, trying not to scream. However, she could not avoid squirming and her pubic mound now rubbed over the massage belt.

She had still not uttered more than a whimper when suddenly, the flogging of her breasts stopped.

»He, Alinda, where`s your stamina?«, Amy protested, but Alinda told her that she had received a message from Adele.

»Seems she has caught a snoop and is waiting with her in the hallway!«

Isabelle, her breasts and buttocks tingling and her limbs aching from the tight bondage, weakly raised her head. A female snoop? Whom was Alinda referring to?

»Well, if Adele has already taken care of the situation, she can`t be that dangerous!«, Amy concluded, »Get up and help her, I will follow in – let´s say, in about 15 minutes! And, Alinda?«

»Hm?«

»Put on some panties!«

There was a scoff from the brunette before the door fell shut. Amy stepped in front of Isabelle.

»Sorry, Dear! I promised you an elaborate punishment, but now, it seems I have to improvise a bit, before we can continue later. Well, let`s make the best out of these 15 minutes!«

Moments later, Isabelle felt her nipples pinched and as the pain stayed, but she heard Amy walk behind her, she realized that the blonde had used clothespins on her nipples. Then, she got distracted of this new pain, as Amy continued the spanking of her buttocks.

***

Still hidden behind the bushes, Mike had made a short inventory of what he still had for his rescue mission. He still possessed his revolver, together with his »McGuyver-jacket«. In addition, he had his cell phone and about 200 Pound in cash. Mike doubted that it would be a good idea to get to an ATM right now. According to the news on his phone, the Police still was looking for a terrorist on the run. The description of him was very vague and he had removed the cap and the sunglasses, but still, he would have to wait until the park had emptied.

So far, Lalita hadn`t read his message. Given the fact that she had been on her way to the other house, he knew that this wasn`t a good sign. In addition: if Adele or Amy had read the message instead, they knew that he had found out where they were.

»Forcing the enemy to make mistakes is usually a good thing! The only question is – am I forcing them or vice versa?«

However, he would need a better plan to get inside the mansion. Also, he could not remain in the bushes forever, for there were playing children and free running dogs who could find him by accident and a man hiding in the bushes beside a playground would sure raise suspicion.

So, Mike waited until a quarrel between two mothers distracted the people in the park, left his hideout and slowly walked along the way. Nobody seemed to consider him the fugitive bomber and so, he luckily reached the Underground station. As he had expected, there was no sign of Lalita and she had also not looked at her phone yet. But here, he could hide in the crowd and also have a coffee and a sandwich.

He sat down in a café and once again looked what Google Earth would tell him about the mansion. Like any fortress, this had a weak spot, and he was sure that a mixture of determination, skill and luck would help him to find it. Sooner or later. Hopefully, not too late.

***

Alinda had jumped up the side stairs, headed for her room and put on not only a fresh pair of panties, but also a new leggings. Remembering what Adele had said about an intruder, she also rummaged through her hamper and took two of her discarded panties with her.

In the hallway, Lalita was kneeling beside a pile of clothes. She had her hands folded behind her neck and there was no doubt the clothes were hers, for the girl was stark naked. Adele was sitting on a chair opposite to her, aiming at Lalita with her gun. Mockingly, she reprimanded Alinda:

»What am I paying you for? I had to take that girl prisoner by myself and now, only you are coming! Where`s Amy?«

»Still playing with Isabelle«, Alinda responded and Lalita twitched as she heard the name. Then, however, she got distracted as Alinda stepped beside her.

»Amy also said that we are enough to take care of that one. So, what do you propose, Adele?«

Adele pondered. She rose from her chair and, walking up and down whilst smiling maliciously at the naked captive, she began to name possible places to store her:

»Hm, let me think! The fridge?«

Lalita´s eyes widened and Adele licked her lips.

»No, I am sure a girl from the South likes it hot!«

Lalita was born in Sheffield, but she remained silent on the insult, for now, they ordered her to get to her feet. Since she was not allowed to take her hands from the back of her head, she had to open her legs in the progress and she blushed as she knew exactly where her captors were staring at.

Escorted by two armed women, Lalita had to walk down the stairs. The room they were heading to was the only one with a wooden door. It had a small window and beside the frame, she saw a thermometer. Lalita had a few friends who were richer than her and so, she rightfully recognized it as a sauna.

On one wall, it had a podium with three levels made of wooden planks. It allowed to lie down on different heat levels. Alinda draped a white towel on the lowest board and told Lalita to sit down. Then, Adele watched her at gunpoint whilst Alinda left, only to return with a plastic bag.

Lalita had to lean back, so her shoulders touched the edge of the second board, and then had to stretch her arms to the sides. Alinda produced a bunch of cable binders and began to tie her methodically to the plank she was leaning against. Each arm was fixed at the wrists, above and below the elbow and at the shoulders. Lalita noticed that Alinda pulled the zip ties tight, but still allowed her some circulation. Nevertheless, her arms were immovable and she could no longer rise.

Alinda took some pliers and cut the ends of the zip ties before picking two more. Then, she ordered:

»Spread your legs! Wide!«

Lalita blushed as she had to expose her crotch to her captors, but with a gun pointing at her pubic mound, she saw no other choice than to obey. Lalita tied her knees to the board`s edge, forcing her to keep the humiliating position. Then, she took another zip tie and a thin cord and climbed up the steps. Lalita looked questioningly as Alinda loosened her hair tie and brushed through her long, black tresses.

»Your hair is lovely!«, she breathed. She then tightened her grip a bit and quickly weaved a tight braid, further securing it with the cord. Then, she slung the braid around one plank of the highest board and pulled until Lalita had to arch her head back and let out a squeal of pain. Alinda secured the braid with the zip tie and cut the edge. As she climbed down the steps, Adele asked:

»Amy and I have to go now! I have switched on the alarm, but do you think you can handle it alone until we are back?«

Alinda nodded. She had allowed herself to get overpowered once, but that would not happen to her a second time. Adele left and Alinda now let the two pairs of her used panties dangle in front of Lalita`s face.

»Open wide!«

Lalita saw no point in being defiant. Alinda used both hands and worked the two pieces of garment behind her lips at the same time. Lalita retched and Alinda giggled.

»Come on, in times of high energy prices, it`s absolutely okay to wear your panties two days in a row!«

Lalita groaned at the image and the taste, but Alinda just tied a scarf between her lips and secured it with another zip tie. Then, she stripped to her white panties and turned on the heat. Whilst she draped a towel on a single easy chair opposite to the benches, she said:

»Don`t worry, it doesn`t get too hot on the lowest board! In addition, you will get the full treatment! I mean, I can`t let you go to the bathtub to cool down, but I think an ice bucket will do, too. Besides, do you know that the Fins whip each other with birch branches? Oh, and how about a peeling on areas that usually are forgotten?«

***

Adele had to wait for some more minutes until Amy entered the hallway, too. She scolded her for being late, but Amy just smiled enigmatically.

»Come on, you have your little revenge phantasies, and I have mine!«

Now, Adele smiled like a schoolgirl. Amy was right – and now, in a few minutes, it would finally become true!

Once again, they checked the security system. Belgravia was where the rich lived and Pearce had been an important man and so, he had not just an ordinary alarm, but once the system was activated, everything bigger than a cat would be detected and if someone who had not both the code and matched the fingerprints of either Adele, Amy or Alinda would try to get inside, the alarm would alert the Police who would be here within two minutes. In addition, the system had a few traps, illegal, but effective.

»I almost hope Mikey will try to get in!«, Amy thought as she and Adele were heading towards the van. Both wore long black coats and Amy also carried a large gym bag. She put it on the middle seat whilst she mounted the driver`s seat and Adele took a seat on the passenger seat on the left.

»I am coming, bitch!«

She hadn`t seen Julie for real for over ten years now, though she had of course followed her career online and via a discreet detective agency. But now, they would finally meet again. And according to the picture on her phone, she would be naked and helpless. Vulnerable.

Amy sighed and shifted in her seat. She felt the blissful tingle in her loins grow stronger and her breath accelerated. Whilst Amy steered the van to Julie`s home, it took Adele all her self-control to not reach under her skirt.

***

Isabelle groaned. From Amy`s point of view, the blonde had indeed made the best of the 15 minutes. For Isabelle, it had been 900 seconds in hell.

First, Amy had continued to hit her buttocks with the Martinet, hard and methodically, and finally, the dams had broken. Isabelle had screamed into the panties filling her mouth and had frantically pulled on her bonds that had tightened as the leather was getting dry.

She had no idea how much time had passed, but it sure had not been more than a few minutes and so, whilst she had panted and tried to cope with her burning buttocks, Isabelle had wondered why Amy had stopped hitting her once she had started to wail. Had breaking her self-control been her only goal.

The answer had come immediately when Amy`s fingers brushed over her sore rear. Isabelle hissed at the soft touch and Amy continued the tender caresses for a few moments. Then, she groped her buttocks, literally clawing her fingers (that luckily had short nails) into them.

»Hhhrrrrrmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmm! Mmmhhmmmmm! Hhrrrmmmmmm!«

Isabelle hollered that bright spots danced in front of her blindfolded eyes. The pain was intolerable, burning like hell! Amy continued kneading her buttocks, but she slowly reduced the pressure and intensity, more as if she was giving her victim a firm massage. Isabelle took some time to realize that the strays of red hot pain that shot through her rear suddenly cooled down to a still very inconvenient, but just tolerable tingle. She let out a fluttering breath, her chest heaving from the exhaustion of having to breathe through her gag and hood, but also feeling a slight relief.

Then, she realized that Amy`s hands wasn`t the only thing touching her. Her pubic mound was still pressed against the vibrating cushion and now, moved by Amy`s kneading, her middle grinded and rubbed over the massage belt.

Amy had found a perfect rhythm: she groped Isabelle`s buttocks in a way the girl was just able to oppress a scream and pushed her against the cushion, clawing her sore flesh a bit as she silently counted to ten. Then, she very slowly released the pressure and involuntarily, the relief of the ceasing pain mixed with the irritation by the vibrations. To her dismay, Isabelle realized that she was wriggling her hips and she could not hold back a deep, long groan.

Amy had continued that massage until she had only two minutes left. Then, she had taken care that Isabelle would not be too relieved when she had gone.

She picked two rubber straps with hooks on both ends, like those used to secure luggage on a bike. She hung these to a ceiling hook and adjusted the ladder before she tipped it forward. Isabelle mewed, but Amy stopped when she was in an almost horizontal position. Then, she hung the two dangling hooks to the straps that tied the girl`s shoulders to the ladder. The rubber straps kept Isabelle from falling, but now, she was slightly swaying and each move of her would only make her feel more like on a raft.

As a final perfidy, Amy took a tube with rheumatism ointment. She doubted that Isabelle had rheumatism, but this balm caused the creamed areas to heat up. What was a blessing for rheumatic persons was quite uncomfortable for sore buttocks that craved for cooling.

Amy put a copious amount of the ointment on Isabelle`s reddened buttocks. Then, she reached between the girl`s legs and creamed her pubic mound, too. She had warmed up the redhead; now, she would have to take care of heating up herself.

The door hadn`t fallen shut for long behind Amy when Isabelle felt the effect of the ointment. It wasn`t a real pain, but the warmth caused a terrible itch on her still very sensitive skin and if she hadn`t been so stringently bound, Isabelle would have very unladylike scratched her butt or rubbed it against the wall.

On the other side, she felt also an itch, and now, with her hanging from the rubber strings, gravity pressed her womb against the massage belt and Isabelle was too exhausted to raise it for long. Also, there was the growing urge to fight at least the itching on her front – by pressing harder against the vibrating pad, rubbing her heated middle against it.

Again, Isabelle groaned, but the only persons in the hose except her were either enemies or as helpless as her.

***

Though she didn`t play tennis, Julie had sometimes been compared to Serena Williams – not so much because of a resemblance of faces, but bodies. Julie was tall and athletic and this added to her way of doing things energetically. Now, she was focussing that energy on getting herself over the brink.

The vibrator had teased her for quite some time now, but it wasn`t in her and so, she had to throb her increasingly slippery flesh over the nubby stick, back and forth, back and forth. Each time she arched her body forward, the clit stimulator did what had given it its name and Julie slightly move up and down to increase that pleasureful touch before she slid back. She had adjusted her moves to the rhythm of her breath, but with her arousal rising higher and higher, more and more her panting was a result of her twitching and wriggling getting faster and faster. Throaty groans echoed through the room and Julie had closed her eyes, concentrating on a peak that wasn`t far away.

»Oouuhhm! Mmhhmm! Mph! Mph! Hhrrrmmmmmmm!«

With almost angry thrusts of her pelvis, she finally climaxed heavily, spasming and rearing up in her tight bonds. The camera caught another nice contrast: Her eyes were either wide open or squeezed shut, sweat was pearling down her forehead and cheeks and her hair now looked more and more messy. But her mouth remained shut and her lips looked a bit uptight, as if she was silently reprimanding her own orgasm. This was due to the transparent tape sealing her lips, forcing her to bite down hard on the panties and the two thongs filling her mouth to capacity.

Completely exhausted, Julie had almost fainted and even when she greedily sucked in air through her nose, this air was musty and stale and the window of her living room had now become foggy. She was covered with sweat and every muscle in her body cried for relief, but also, the fire between her legs had not died down completely and the vibrator was still in place.

The phase in which she would have been able of thoughts like »what have I done?« or »what if anyone finds me like that?« had passed whilst she had been in an almost delirium-like state of semi-consciousness and now, the tingling in her hot loins increased again and she was once again moving and rocking her hips. Julie had slowed down, for she was bound and gagged for several hours now and not far from the point of complete exhaustion, but she knew that she wanted that next orgasm. And all remnants of her immense energy now focussed on that one goal.

So, when Amy silently opened the door and she and Adele sneaked into the corridor, they were greeted by faint sighs and moans and a specific fragrance that was strong, even though the door to the living room was closed. Amy giggled and Adele licked her lips.

Sneaking forward, they opened the door a bit and could now see Julie in her predicament. She had arched her head back, her eyes were closed and her nostrils trembled from her heavy panting. Though her mouth was sealed shut, groans of passion came from her throat. Her big breasts heaved, her whole body glistered with sweat and her womb was moving back and forth, riding the still buzzing vibrator.

Adele let out a fluttering breath, panting almost as heavily as Julie. This was the moment she had waited for! The total humiliation of her enemy! Adele staggered and Amy gently grabbed her arm.

»Let`s have her that moment – it will be even funnier«, she whispered. Adele let out a high-pitched chortle and almost drooled as Julie now accelerated her moves and obviously was close to the peak.

Amy, who had remained cool, waited for the perfect moment: mere seconds before Julie`s climax, she clapped her hands and shouted:

»Bravo, Julie! What a show!«

Adele joined in the applause, but was only able to utter an unarticulated sound. Julie eyes widened and she stared at the two women, but it was to late. Unable to stop her excited body, she climaxed in front of Amy and Adele, waves of joy mixing with the icy waves of sheer embarrassment.

»Mmhmm? Uuhmmm! Nnngg!«

Her eyes as big as saucers, Julie`s head flew from one of the intruders to the other and only her dark complexion prevented her from flushing as red as a beetroot. She trembled and spasmed, both from the ceasing arousal and the shock when she recognized the taller of the two blondes.

»Mmhhrrmm!«

Adele gulped and had to lick her lips before she could talk. Her voice sounded hoarse, but now, she smiled:

»Yes, it`s me, bitch! It`s been a long time, but I haven`t forgotten you for a second! And now, revenge is mine! You are mine!«

Amy put her hand on Adele`s shoulder.

»Yes, she`s yours now! But remember, this is just the prelude! The real fun is still lying ahead of you!«

She opened her gym bag and took a pocketknife and some zip ties from it.

»Adele, could you look for a pair of Julie`s boots?«

Adele shook her head as if she had just awakened from a dream, but then, she went for the corridor. Julie mewed and weakly squirmed in her bonds, but she was no match for Amy. She removed the vibrator from between the Black`s legs; it was as wet from her juices as was her lap and the seat of the couch.

»What a ride, hm?«

Julie moaned and shook her head, but Amy just cut her legs free, forced the still groggy girl to close them and then tied the cable binder around her thighs, just above the knees. Meanwhile, Adele had found a pair of black boots with high heels and zippers on the sides. Amy took them and put them on Julie`s feet, not bothering to grant her socks or pantyhose. Then, she loosened the collar and asked:

»Shall the jacket come off?«

»Of course!«, Adele crowed. Amy feared she would cut Julie`s skin and so, she used the knife to cut the garment, allowing Adele to rip of the scraps. Once the girl was naked, Amy tightened each of the zip ties fixing her arms at the wrists and above and below the elbow joints.

»Uuhmmmph! Mhhmm!«

»Come on, if you can`t stand that little discomfort, you won`t make it very long at my house!«

Julie stared at Adele with an expression of sheer horror. Amy had picked three more very long cable binders from her bag. One, she threaded through Julie`s elbow ties, then slung it around her and zipped it tight, pulling her arms against her back. The second went around her lower arms and her waist, cutting deep into the black`s skin. Julie reared up and moaned, but with a whimper, she realized how that little activity cut into her ribs and belly and she forced herself to remain calm.

Amy now made her stand up. Julie groaned as the tension in her leg muscles made her leg tie cut in harder, too, and she staggered so Amy leaned her against the wall.

»If I have to pick you from the floor, I will see how far the vibrator fits up your ass!«

Julie whimpered and her fear became even greater as Amy now turned her front to the wall. But she just threaded the last cable binder through the girl`s wrist ties and then, she turned her back again. With considerable glee, and not doing things quickly, she then pushed her hand between Julie`s legs. Since her thighs were tied, this was a massive attack on modesty and Julie squirmed and groaned as Amy reached for the zip tie and brought it to her front. She put one end through the one cutting into the Black`s waist, then pushed the end into the lock and pulled a bit, tightening the zip tie so it was lying on her clit and labia and was rather loosely embedded in her cleft.

»So, how do you want that one, Adele? Just irritating?«

Adele shook her head and Amy tightened the zip tie. Now, it had sunk deeper between her buttocks and the hard plastic rubbed over her soft flesh. Julie blinked and shook her head.

»Dissuasive?«

Again, Adele disapproved and Julie whimpered as the cable binder now sunk between her still moist and swollen labia and pressed quite uncomfortable against her clit. Adele looked at Julie and with a malicious smile, she took the zip tie`s end from Amy.

»I prefer – justice!«

She yanked on the cable binder and Amy had to grab Julie`s arm to prevent her from falling as she cringed and bucked, trying to find a way to cope with the line of fire between her legs. She hollered into her gag and her eyes watered. Her pubic mound was now bisected and below her clit the cable binder had disappeared from view. Amy and Adele had to wait some time until Julie was just whimpering, her chest heaving from pain and exhaustion.

»Now, we are going on a nice little trip! You better enjoy it, for your next journey will be much longer – and much more uncomfortable!«

Julie barely moved when Adele now took off her long coat, draped it over her nude body and closed the buttons. She had to squeeze Julie`s 36Ds a bit to fully close it, but finally, Julie stood there, covered from her neck to her knees. Adele even put the empty sleeves into the pockets. Amy had been at her bathroom and now returned with a hairbrush.

»You really look as if you had just been fucked silly!«, she reprimanded and loosened Julie`s hairband. Not so gentle, she then brushed her damp and dishevelled curls before she tied the sweaty scarf back in place. She even took the time to clean Julie`s glasses.

Amy then cut the zip tie around Julie`s legs before she showed the girl her gun.

»We will now get down to the car! Always remember: if you try anything funny, your best option is that my first bullet kills you instantly!«

She packed the tablet and the camera into her bag and put it over her shoulder before taking her position beside Julie again.

At the first step, Julie noticed that walking with the agonizing crotch rope was even worse than standing. She staggered carefully and each step was accompanied by a whimper. Adele scoffed:

»You will get used to that in a few days!«

»It`s ridiculous!«, Julie thought as they led her through the corridor. The coat hid her nakedness, but it could not hide the fact that her arms were tied behind her back instead of filling the empty sleeves. Her mouth was sealed with transparent tape, but everyone coming closer than a few yards would see she was gagged!

However, the staircase was empty as Julie was escorted by both her abductors, whilst figuring out that walking stairs was even more of a challenge. She could hear voices behind doors, but none of her neighbours showed as they reached the lobby and then, after another agonizing walk down the steps, they stood in front of a van.

»Today, you are allowed to sit on the front seat!«

There were a few people on the street, but none of them noticed anything else than a blonde woman assisting her obviously tipsy or sick friend to enter the car.

Julie reared up and groaned as she had to sit down, another activity that equalled hell with a tight zip tie between her legs. Amy used two more cable binders to tie her legs at knees and ankles whilst Adele fastened Julie`s seatbelt. As Amy drove off, Adele reached to Julie who was in between her captors and pushed her hand between two buttons of the coat, cupping one of her captive`s ample, still sweat-clad breasts.

»Enjoy the trip, bitch – for the real punishment is waiting after the arrival!«

***