(The (still) continuing collaboration between @crab-hermit and @glynco05.)
Erick’s van’s interior was wrapped in thick, black, foam insulation that gave the space the claustrophobic feeling of acavern on Mars. Tina wasn’t sure why it seemed like a Martian cave more so than a cave on Earth. Maybe being abducted had her thinking of aliens. Regardless, sitting inside the foam, and practically filling the entire cavity of the van, was something that looked like a stainless steel “roll cage” for an off-road vehicle. The bottom of the “cage” looked like a rectangular bed frame made of thick, steel rods, welded together. Sprouting out of the base were eight curbed metal pipes, almost like spider legs. The “legs” were welded into the four corners of the base and the other four connected to the middle or each of the four rods that made up the frame. All eight “legs” formed a kind of dome that met at a heavy looking metal box, about the size of three large pizza boxes. And “NO,” Tina couldn’t think of a better description. She’s hungry, alright. Don’t judge!
Dangling from an opening in the “pizza box” was a serious-looking metal hook. The hook was attached to a braided steel cable. Tina glanced back at the rope “handle” between her waist and tied wrists that Erick was currently hoisting her from and had no doubt about what the hook would soon be attached to. Tina started to squirm and tried to “Mmphff” her displeasure. Erick gave Tina a gentle shake.
“Stop it, Tina. We have a long drive. You’ll need everything you got for that. OK?” Tina noted Erick’s suddenly more serious demeanor. She was also more than a little impressed by the way Erick was holding her one-handed for this long andcasually as he was. Not bad Erick…
Erick lifted himself and Tina up onto the tailgate of the van, and then stepped inside between two of the “legs” of the cage. Erick crouched and maneuvered under the hook dangling from the center of the cage. Without pausing for rest or to balance, he grabbed the hook with his left hand, lifted Tina about to his shoulder level and snapped the hogtie rope handle onto the hook, locking it under the spring-loaded clasp. Erick crouch-stepped back and fixed his gaze on Tina’s hips. Erick’s hands were raised and his hands out to the sides. He was rubbing his thumbs and index fingers together like Indian Jones did when he was trying to fill the bag with enough sand to precisely replace the weight of the idol in the opening scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark. (I like old movies. Sue me!) Tina was swinging slightly like a pendulum. Each swing became shorter until Tina came to rest, perfectly level and perfectly centered under the “pizza box.”
“Bingo,” Erick congratulated himself, pumping a fist. “Still got it!”
“STILL got it?’” Tina wondered. Tina’s wondering was interrupted by the sound of the back door slamming back at Rob’s house.
“Tina! Jesus, Tina. Where are you?” It was Rob. It sounded like Janet and he both were out back looking for her.
“Hang on, Tina. I’ll be right back.” Erick stepped through the “spider legs” and out the back of the van. “I told her to ‘HANG on.’ Hehehe. That was a good one.” Erick is easily amused, it seems. Tina made a mental note of that as Erick exited the back of the van and closed the doors behind him.
Tina was suddenly emersed in silence and darkness. The thick black foam apparently had excellent insulation value! But the van was not completely dark. There were lots and lots of glowing lights of various size and color, from every nook and cranny of the van. Tina hadn’t noticed before due to her fascination with the steel apparatus from which she was currently suspended, but the van also appeared to be loaded withmonitors, switch boards, computer towers and lots of other electronic equipment. Tina noticed a small screen, or a tablet propped up on a little shelf with a dim live-feed image of her. Tina did a doubletake. She looked around as much as she could and started noticing several small cameras under, above and all around her. Each one pointed right where she helplessly dangled.
Tina stared at the screen like she was watching someone else in a horror movie. It seemed unreal. A few hours ago, she was in her bedroom (well, ROB’S bedroom) putting on her porn star best (3rd best…. or 4th, depending on who you ask) sexy lingerie. She hadn’t a care in the world. And now, here she was, tied up incredibly tightly, gagged with a very highly reviewed gag, and abducted in her neighbor’s van. Nobody knew she was even here. And how well did she know Erick anyway? Tina hadn’t actually been enjoying any of this, but to this point, she’d been taking it in stride. But it was all starting to feel more serious, now, and Tina felt a tinge of actual fear.
Tina was suddenly very thirsty and very aware of how stifling it was inside the insulated cavern of thick foam. Tina’s shoulders were also feeling sore from her elbows being forced together for so long. Adding to her discomfort, Tina was being suspend by the straps and ropes around her shoulders, her waist, the crotch rope and the hogtie rope. The bondage was starting to dig deeply into Tina’s bare and nylon covered skin. Erick could have at least added some support under her legs and chest or a tether to hold her head up. The head of a stressed-out damsel is one of the heaviest body parts, you know. Exhausted, Tina let her frog-tied legs and her untethered head hang. This caused some of her suspension ropes to dig in even more, but Tina didn’t care. She was drenched with sweat from holding herself up in the confined, unventilated space. Forced to stare down at the foam-covered floor of the van, Tina noticed an electric space heater elevated on a pallet directly beneath her. Another camera was mounted next to the heater. There was a note card taped next to the camera. It said, “Rotisserie Cam.” “Cute Erick. Fucking cute.”
Tina felt the van shift as someone, probably Erick, climbed into the driver’s side of the van. Tina felt the engine start up. The dim lights around her brightened up as the van’s alternator started producing electricity. Tina looked up to see Erick squeezing through a narrow slit in the layers of foam, as if he were passing between two curtains. The memory foam sheets rebounded back and sealed completely after Erick passed through.
“Hey Tina. Sorry about Rob and the old ex-wife,” Erick said. “But it’s all good. I smoothed things over. Totally professional. So. We’re great now and ready to roll.”
Tina must have been delirious because she thought Erick just referred to Janet as his ex-wife. “Get it together girl.”
“Mmmphh. Mmmmphhffff. Meehhhhwwww. Mmphmmfffffrrrmmf.” Tina wasn’t pulling punches. Erick leaned back and sort of “surveyed” Tina’s bound, suspended body.
“I need to add some support back there. Oh, and over here…” Erick grabbed a few broad leather straps. He wrapped one around each of Tina’s frog-tied legs and connected them to the hook. This greatly reduced the strain on the rest of the ropes wrapped around her body. Tina sighed from the relief this provided. Erick did the same with straps under Tina’s waist and chest. The chest strap went under Tina’s shoulders. It was positioned above Tina’s breasts. Before long, Tina felt reasonably comfortably supported. The ropes and belts not longer bit into her skin.
“You’re doing great Tina. This is going to be a huge score.”
“Holy shit! Erick is going to sell me??” Tina started squirming.
“No, no, not yet.” Tina paused. She stared pitifully and confused at Erick. “Here, we need to switch that out,” Erick started working on the buckle of Tina’s highly rated gag, “and you need a drink.” The mention of a drink changed Tina’s mind about screaming. Erick unbuckled the strap and carefully removed the red rubber ball from between Tina’s lips. Tina licked her dry lips with her parched tongue.
“Thanks,” Tina managed, her voice cracking as she spoke. Erick held up a water bottle with a straw built into it.
“Hope you like Ice Mountain Blast.” Erick was still surveying Tina and everything else as he held the bottle and allowed Tina to drink. “Hydration is everything, you know.” Tina had never had ice Mountain Blast before, but it was just what the doctor ordered. Tina drank with slow, long drags on the straw. Very soon, she’d finished the refreshing drink. Erick just remained still. He silently “mouthed” words like he was remembering something or practicing a script.
“Needed that.” Tina said. “Hey. About the flyer or whatever. We might not be exactly on the same….”
“Shhhhhh,” Erick held his hand up to Tina’s lips. He leaned in close so that his face was only inches from Tina’s. Erick broke his serious demeanor as his mouth formed a happy grin. Erick locked his eyes with Tinas. He had the clearest blue eyes. “I’ve been at this for a while. And I’ve just never had the right girl. I’ve never made that big score.” Tina’s mouth was slowly gaping open as Erick spoke. “And I thought this year was a total bust. But then you just…I don’t know…. you fell right into my lap.” Erick chuckled. “And you’re exactly what they want.” Erick’s right hand was hovering around one of the control panels. His left hand had reached up to Tina’s face. He gently brushed as few locks of sweaty hair out of her eyes and back to the side. “Well, it’s time to show them the goods, Tina.”
Erick’s right hand flipped a few switches. Tina saw and heard cameras and monitors glow and hum to life. Tina noticed now that there were several different angles of her situation displayed on the different, small monitors. Some of the monitors had tool bars or smaller windows opened beside the main window with the video feed from inside the van.
“Yyeaahhhhh…ouuucchhhhh,” Tina gasped and yelped loudly as Erick yanked her head back with a fist full of her hair. Erick kept pulling her head back. Tina was practically looking straight up at the ceiling. Tina could just see Erick’s intense and serious expression with her downward peripheral vision.
“Open up!” Tina couldn’t see Erick’s hand, but she saw in one of the many monitors that he was holding a ball gag. Only it wasn’t HER ball gag. Instead, it was a TENNIS ball with a strap running through the center or it.
“No. No. NNmmphhh,” Erick forcefully pressed the tennis ball into Tina’s mouth. At first Tina kept her mouth closed but the hard rubber ball was painfully pinching her lips against her teeth. Erick had her firmly by the hair so she couldn’t pull her head away. She had no choice but to open her mouth and allow the ball inside. Even still, the ball was too large to slide in between her teeth.
“Wider. Now.” Erick demanded. Tina tried. She strained to open her jaw as wide as she could. The ball was slipping in part way, but still could not pass all the way through. Erick let go of Tina’s hair and used both of his hands to pinch the tennis ball to that it was more of an oval than a sphere. While doing so, Erick stood and used his thigh to push the compressed ball into Tina’s face. With a pop, the oval-shaped tennis ball grinded its way inside and popped back into its spherical shape, completely filling Tina’s mouth, pinning her tongue down and forcing her mouth to remain stretched open as much as her body would allow. “THAT’s not coming out,” Erick said in a monotone voice.
Tina’s eyes welled with tears as true panic overcame her. She couldn’t help herself. She began fighting, TRULY fighting, against her bondage, for the first time since this began. Tina’s arms remained tightly welded together, elbows and wrists. Her legs could only swing a little due to the tight frogtie and the suspension straps. Tina closed her eyes tightly and swung her head around, trying in vain to push the tennis ball out of her mouth. The loose ends of the straps in the ball flailed as she swung her head, occasionally landing a painful slap on her cheek.
“Oh, that’s perfect.” Erick mocked. Erick grabbed Tina’s face on both sides, pushing his strong hands together, squeezing her face and abruptly ending her struggle. She whimpered softly. Drool was already starting to roll down the tennis ball. Erick wrapped the strap around and buckled it tightly behind Tina’s neck. Not that Tina could have removed the ball, even without the strap.
Next Erick produced a thick, almost padded, collar. It looked like a neck brace with steel rings sewn into its circumference. The collar was a good inch wider than Tina’s neck was long. With great effort, Erick was able to force it closed around her neck. The bottom of the collar had to sort of roll up at Tina’s shoulders to make it fit, but Erick managed. Tina felt like the collar was elongating her neck. It was pushing under her chin, trying to close her mouth, countering the force of the tennis ball which was pushing from inside to force her mouth open. Tina could just barely turn her head a couple of inches in any direction. But despite the immobilization of her head, the collar did not give her support. And when she “rested” and allowed her head to dangle, it had a strangling effect, and Tina had to go right back to holding her own head.
Erick was moving quickly and with purpose now. Tina felt him untie her wrists. Their freedom was short-lived. One at a time, Erick took each of Tina’s hands and tied it by the wrist, high on her thighs, cinching the ropes tightly. Tina’s elbows were still tightly held together by straps, but now her hands were spread apart so that are arms formed a “Y.” The uncomfortable contortion of her arms caused her to have to arch her back to maintain the position.
Erick then went about tying tether lines to Tina’s bent knees, her waist belt, and her collar. He clipped the tethers to anchor points on the floor and the sides of the van. Tina still had enough slack to struggle a little but not enough to swing her body much. But she tried. Tina pulled hard, up and down. Every effort she made seemed to be resisted by one or more tethers. Tina tried twisting her hands to gain some slack, but they may as well have been welded against her thighs. Beads of sweat flew from her thrashing body like rain. Erick slid in from behind between Tina’s splayed and bound legs. He leaned onto her back pushing her body down hard onto the suspension straps, making it that much harder for her to breath. Erick grasped Tina by the chin and pointed her face toward what must have been the main monitor.
“Check it out girl. Your numbers are soaring.” The screen showed 10 windows, each of which displayed a video feed of a woman tied up in all manner of situations. Tina would have gasped at the sight if her jaw had not been opened to its limits. Each of the girls seemed to be struggling through awkward positions or other torments. Each window also had numbers in the top right corner. Those numbers were climbing like a ticker. Tina deduced that these numbers must represent bids by interested buyers.
“I’m being auctioned. We’re all being auctioned!” As one ticker number surpassed that of a ticker in another window, the two windows switched places with the higher “scoring” girl moving up in the rankings, so to speak. Tina noticed her own ticker number rapidly gaining on the others. Suddenly, a large phallic object appeared before Tina’s eyes. Erick slowly wagged a large rubber dildo inches in front of Tina’s nose. Tina went cross eyed staring at the intimidating object.
“Let’s make some money,” Erick taunted. He pushed the on button on the back of the “toy” and it hummed aggressively in Erick’s hand.
“MMmfph. Nnnnmmomhhh.” Tina tried to shake her head no, but the collar only allowed a measly twitch from side to side. Erick drew the dildo back behind Tina. He once again grabbed a handful of the rope “handle” in the small of her back. Hedisturbed a small pool of standing sweat that had formed there. Tina felt the dildo dragging from her belly button down toward her waist. Erick pressed it hard into her flesh so that it pierced a path beneath her lacy panties. He twisted the device a quarter turn one side, then the other, as it crept its way toward Tina’s helpless pussy. Tina had tried resisting every way she knew how. She could not move. She was overpowered by leather, rope and steel. God her jaw was aching. Snot bubbles were forming in Tina’s nostrils and drool was soaking the felt coating of the tennis ball.
“Ahheyyyyy!!!” The dildo was pushed, deep and fast, invadingTina’s defenseless vagina. She screamed, but only the softest whimper escaped. Tina’s eyes rained tears of frustration and fear. Her body was slick with sweat. Erick reached down and turned up the space heater. Intense waves of hot air punished the helpless, dangling girl.
“Let’s get you really good and warmed up. There’s more to come. But we need to get moving.” Erick wrapped a thick blindfold over a now completely defeated Tina’s eyes. She heard him move back to the front of the van. Tina felt the motion as the van turned around and pulled out onto the street. Tina was on her way now, and she had no idea where they were going or what would happen next. Tina couldn’t scream although she tried. She was desperate to scream. She was desperate to “do” anything. But Erick had stripped Tina of all of her power. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. She could barely even think. Overcome with physical and mental agony, Tina cried softly in her dark Martian cave.