by Bayezid
Chapter 2
Chris Lorne chuckled as he looked back from the passenger seat into the cargo bay of the van. He had been watching his captives very closely since they had snuck out of the basement garage of his downtown high-rise nearly two hours ago. He was certain they had slipped any possible tail. His two chase cars had cleared the way before them and a shadow vehicle was also brining up the rear just in case. The electronic monitoring gear in the shadow vehicle had not detected any messages on the police frequencies and the streets were empty and quiet. When he was convinced that the coast was clear he allowed himself the pleasure of looking back and watching the show. The windows were heavily tinted and the interior was blacked out but the glow of the street lamps did filter through the windows of the vehicle, passing moving bands of light over the bound, struggling captives as the van rolled through the city streets and along the broad interstate beyond.
Both women were still dressed in hose, heels and the skirts of their designer suits but Lorne knew that would change when they arrived at the farm. His captives had their wrists crossed and tied behind their backs. Rope had been wrapped above and below the breasts and around the torso of each, lashing their arms tightly to their sides and making a stunning display of their shapely figures. Their knees and ankles were also tied with crisp, white rope that stood out in sharp contrast to their hose-clad legs. Medical tape over their mouths adhered to their faces like a second skin and substantial mouth packing beneath it puffed out their cheeks.
Debbie Malley pulled weakly at the ropes that held her fast and chewed at her gag. She had been testing her bonds since Lorne´s thugs had deposited her and her informant associate, Linda Bowes like tied parcels in the back of a large unmarked cargo van. Debbie had grown increasingly fatigued and frightened which each passing hour. She knew that the farther she was taken from Lorne´s office the less chance there would be of anyone finding her. She shifted uncomfortably on the carpeted floor and tried to roll over on her left side facing Linda. Her friend was no longer making any attempt to free herself. She was lying still on the van floor. The two women exchanged glances as Debbie tossed her head back and forth and rubbed her cheek against the floor in an attempt to loosen the tape gag that kept her silent. Her friend shrugged and weakly writhed against the knots that held her tight and whimpered softly behind her gag. Debbie wouldn´t quit but it was clear to Linda that they were both helpless.
Debbie rolled back to her other side. Looking up she saw Lorne staring down at her with a smug, wide smile. Her eyes flashed in anger and defiance at her captor. She could see that her struggles were a source of some satisfaction (and arousal) to him.
“Mmmmmpphhhffhhhhhhhh, mmmmmpppphhhhh!’ she mewed in protest. But this just seemed to amuse Lorne even more.
“Oh don´t worry, we will be getting to know each other very well over the next few days. I am really looking forward to this.’
Debbie had been trying to keep track of the number and direction of each turn made by the van as well as trying to time the distance between each turn, but it was nearly impossible to keep her mind on that task. But she had no difficulty identifying the type of roads they had travelled. She noted that the semi-bright stop and go traffic of the city had given way to the high speed open road of the highway which then became a twisting turning trip along a series of dark, lonely country lanes. For the last few minutes of the ride the interior of the van was alive with the tell tale sound of rocks bouncing off the under carriage and the load crunching of crushed stone being impacted under the van's turning wheels. Debbie knew that their ride was nearly over.
When the van came to a stop Lorne and the driver immediately jumped out. She heard some murmured conversation and a few seconds later the sliding door of the van was quickly pulled open and two large, well dressed men sprang into the van, pulling Debbie and Linda up into a sitting position. Debbie grunted as she pulled up her legs, pointed her heels at the first man and kicked at him with all her might. Had she not been exhausted from her attempts to get free from the knots which held her, the kick would have no doubt found its mark. The man parried the blow with his forearm and quickly grabbed Debbie around the neck with his other hand, pinning her head against the wall of the van.
“This one is a fighter!’ he laughed glancing back at his stone faced comrades who were waiting outside. The thug turned to Debbie and with a menacing scowl hissed, “you had better settle down honey. We have orders to bring you and your friend in to see the boss. Knowing him, he´d prefer to see you in one piece. But don´t push it.’
Rough hands went to work cutting away the ropes around her knees and ankles. In an instant both Debbie and Linda were hauled to their feet outside the van and hustled through a brightly lit doorway into a large room. It was over so quickly that Debbie had no chance to take in her surroundings but she did detect the unmistakable scent of pine and the nearly overwhelming smell of horses.
After her eyes adjusted to the bright lights she was able quickly to look about the room. It was large and empty except for a few folding tables and chairs stacked against one of the walls. Strong hands grasped both Debbie and Linda by the arms. She squirming in the grasp of this thug, trying to loosen or perhaps break his grip but it was no use. Debbie looked over at Linda, her eyes were wide as saucer plates and she struggled for breath, she was clearly terrified. Something in the cast of her eyes told Debbie that she knew where they were and what they might be in for. They would not have long to wait. Lorne and a small entourage entered from a door in the middle of the far wall. The boss was accompanied by two men, who Debbie knew were his personal bodyguards, and a tall, stunning woman.
Lorne stood before his two tired, squirming captives and studied both carefully.
“We have so much to talk about, but all that can wait until the morning I think. In the meantime, I´d like you to meet Tanya,’ Lorne said, a grin etched across his face, as if to say that he knew something that neither Debbie nor Linda did. “And I´m sure that Tanya would like to meet you.’
Debbie was instantly sure that she did not want to meet Tanya. The woman was an Amazon – a decidedly modern one. She must have been six feet tall in her stocking feet. In her five-inch heels, she towered above Debbie and Linda. Indeed, the shoes she wore must have raised to her to the better part six foot six. Most of the height appeared to comprise leg. Tanya was dressed, like every woman whom Debbie had encountered in Lorne´s employ, in a smart business suit with an above-the-knee skirt. But what a skirt, Tanya´s skirt was so short that almost the entire length of her thighs was visible. Her upper torso was buffed up, no doubt as the result of working out with weights, but her long legs, sheathed in sheer black nylon and amply revealed by her micro-mini skirt were long, slender and very sexy. Her large breasts were barely concealed by her red satin shirt with its plunging neckline.
“I have decided to entrust Tanya with your day-to-day charge,’ Lorne smirked. “Tanya will be responsible for your every discomfort.’
Debbie glanced at Tanya´s face. It was pretty, but possessed with a chilling hardness. She currently wore a look which Debbie could not quite fathom, but which she instinctively knew was not good news. She turned her attention back to Chris Lorne.
“Tanya is an expert with ropes, straps and gags,’ Lorne elaborated. “Indeed, she is quite an accomplished dominatrix. You can expect Tanya to get to know every inch of you very well, indeed.’
Debbie glanced back to Tanya. The look had become more distinct and to her horror, Debbie realised exactly what it meant. It was desire. Not the causal lasciviousness that men displayed in the workplace or out at night when Debbie leaned forward unintentionally and offered an unexpected view of her cleavage or moved in such a way that she gave an unplanned glimpse of her legs as her skirt swung wildly. It wasn´t even the thinly-hidden interest in her body that Lorne was demonstrating. It was lust: pure undisguised lust.
Lorne looked past his captives and addressed his thugs. “Untie them. Once you have regained the use of your hands, you ladies may remove your gags’
The thugs each pulled out blades and cut away the remaining ropes that held Debbie and Linda. They both nearly collapsed with relief as circulation was quickly restored to their aching limbs. Debbie rubbed her wrists for an instant before reaching up to her face and tearing away the medical tape from her lips. She spit out the wet hanky which had packed her mouth on to the floor and began trying to work her tired jaw. Linda watched nervously and followed Debbie´s lead flashing glances between Lorne and Debbie.
“You´ve gone too far this time, Lorne.’ Debbie stammered nervously. “There is..’
“Shut up, bitch!’ Tanya shrieked as she quickly took a threatening step towards her.
“Easy Tanya,’ Lorne said with a smile, “that is no way to talk to our guests. Besides, you will have plenty of time to discuss proper deportment with these ladies after my business is concluded. Now girls, I am not in the habit of repeating myself and as you can see Tanya has little tolerance for back talk so you will do exactly as I tell you and without so much as a whisper out of either of you.’ He paused to let his instructions sink in. Neither Debbie nor Linda had any doubt that he meant every word.
“You will both strip and toss you clothes into a nice tidy pile in front of you. Do it now.’
There was no way that Debbie could comply with that order. Lorne had kidnapped them, tied them up and gagged them. If he thought that she was going to undress voluntarily and parade around in her underwear in front of him and his goons, not to mention Tanya, he was severely demented. She looked across at Linda, hoping that Linda shared her defiance. But Linda had already begun to comply. Debbie read the fear in Linda´s eyes as she unbuttoned her shirt. Already the cups of Linda´s lacy black bra were visible. Debbie looked back at Lorne and was suddenly frightened by the look on his face. Forgetting her resolve, she unbuttoned the cuffs of her shirt and then began to unbutton the front as well.
Debbie paused for a moment when she had undone the front of her shirt, seemingly reluctant to reveal more than the cups of her bra. But a look from Lorne prompted her to remove the shirt altogether. By this time Linda was also down to bra and skirt. Debbie was a very full C cup and was wearing a simple, white half-cup, underwire bra. Linda was more heavy-chested than Debbie and needed a little more support, but her black, underwire D-cup bra betrayed her love of lacy underwear.
Both women tossed their shirts on to the floor.
“Skirts next, please ladies,’ Lorne said coldly.
This time, Debbie did not even think about arguing. She unhooked and unzipped her skirt at her left hip and pulled it off, tossing it on to the pile in front of her. Had it been a race to remove their skirts, Debbie would have won, but not by very much. Linda´s skirt soon joined Debbie´s on the pile.
Beneath their skirts, both girls wore half-slips, both of which were short. They had to be to accommodate Lorne´s skirt tastes.
“Now your slips,’
Debbie Malley, once again wondering whether this was the time to revolt, paused for a second. It was just long enough to watch Linda step out of her black half slip. Beneath it she wore a pair of shimmering pantyhose, sheer enough to reveal the details on the black lace panties beneath.
Resigned, Debbie also removed her white waist slip, both women tossing the silky garments on the pile.
“Shoes and pantyhose.’
Debbie kicked off her heels and peeled her pantyhose from her legs. Linda followed her lead, constantly shifting a nervous stare between Lorne and Debbie. Now both women stood in nothing but their bras and panties.
Debbie wore a skimpy pair of string sided, cotton panties which covered little more than her pubic mound, and a functional, but nevertheless form-enhancing bra. Linda wore a pair of black lacy panties that matched her black lacy bra. They were low and tight across her hips, creating quite a nice contrast to her olive skin.
“My, my, my, I always wondered what type of lingerie you fancied, Linda my dear. That bra is as exquisite as the breasts it supports. I see your friend prefers the functional variety more. What do you think of our guests´ choice of bras, Tanya?’ Lorne asked, turning to his blonde Amazon.
Tanya said nothing. She simply stared at Debbie like a wolf eyeing a lamb.
“I see you approve.’ Lorne said with a laugh. “I can see our friends have much to look forward too.’ A chill went down Debbie´s spine at the thought of being in the power of that woman. Not for the first time, she flashed an angry look at Lorne which brought another wide grin across the villain´s face.
“Now I said strip girls. And I mean strip. As in strip naked. So I want you to reach behind your backs, unhook your bras and take them off.’
Enough was enough. Debbie folded her arms across her chest, announcing her defiance.
“Didn´t you hear, bitch! You were told to take your fucking bra off!’ Tanya yelled.
Chris Lorne laughed. “Now look what you´ve done.’ he said. “You´ve really made Tanya angry. Your time here is going to be unpleasant enough, without Tanya being cross. I recommend that you do as you´re told and take those bras off now.’
What choice did she have? Debbie reached behind her back and fished for the two hooks that held the rear strap of her bra together. She let the cups of the bra shield her breast for a moment before pulling the lycra garment clear.
Although Debbie always wore a bra because she felt that C-cup breasts like hers needed one, there was virtually no sag when she removed the bra. Linda showed no sag either, even though Debbie noted that her breasts were probably a size larger. Debbie wondered how either of them was going to manage for very long without the support a bra afforded.
Each woman folded her arms over her chest to cover her breasts from the unwanted attention from a roomful of hostile, lustful eyes.
“Nearly done girls. Now take those darling panties off but let´s keep them off the pile. I think we can find another use for them. Debbie and Linda both hesitated and exchanged worried glances. But it was clear that they had little choice. Debbie´s face colored red as she quickly pulled down and stepped out of her panties. Linda let out a frightened whimper and again followed Debbie´s lead. They stood naked before their captors holding their panties in their hands. Now nude, for the first time Debbie´s face began to show the fear that she had been fighting to overcome all night. “Once again Linda, I must complement you on your choice of underwear. However, I must confess I am pleasantly surprised by your friend´s rather skimpy panties. If I´d known you were wearing those we would have done this back at the office. Now then, I want you both to ball up those wonderful little garments and stuff them in your mouths.’
Both Debbie and Linda recoiled in shock. “No way!’ Debbie shouted.
“Oh I think you will. You see, you can either put them in your mouth or I´ll have Mr. Bruno and Mr. Tucker, the rather large gentlemen standing behind you, hold you down and have Tanya stuff each other´s between those pretty lips of yours. You have exactly five seconds to decide.’
Debbie Malley heard the footsteps of Lorne´s thugs moving up behind them and Tanya had already taken a step towards her. Debbie opened her mouth and carefully placed her wadded panties into her mouth, her face glowing red with humiliation. Linda was openly sobbing and shaking but she also managed to put them in her open mouth. In an instant they were both seized by what felt like a dozen strong hands. Large strips of surgical tape were slapped over their lips holding their panties in their mouth. Their arms were also pulled behind them and Debbie felt rope being circled around her crossed wrists. “Well now let me take a moment to savour this.’ Lorne said pointing at Debbie, “I have never seen a more magnificent set of tits in my life.’
Debbie Malley had always found her breasts to be an occupational hazard. It was true that their appearance in grade school had done her no harm at all in the popularity stakes. They were large, but not too large to detract from her overall appearance. Indeed they were perfectly in balance with her slender torso. They were large enough nevertheless. And they were high and firm and round. Under a T-shirt with a soft tricot bra, they gave her a nice shape and definition that caught men´s eyes. In a business suit and shirt and supported as they had been up until a few minutes earlier by a half-cup under wired bra, they became a magnet for the wavering eyes of every passing male, and occasionally, as with Tanya, female.
And that was the dilemma. While at university, Debbie had been appalled to hear herself described as a buxom redhead. It was the same at the academy where she had trained. Debbie had begun to realise that her breasts stopped her from being taken seriously as a professional. She had had to work very hard to overcome that.
But that was not the only problem. Being a treasury agent was a physically demanding job and required Debbie to be physically fit. At the academy, Debbie had been aware that her breasts were a handicap. Self-defence classes had been the worst. Even wearing a sports bra, she had bounced about during the compulsory exercise sessions. She hadn´t been the only one, of course. But somehow, Debbie had always felt that the male eyes had been on her.
And that had been wearing a sports bra. Now Debbie was not only without a sports bra. She was without a bra at all. And, if what Lorne had just said was true, she and Linda seemed destined to stay that way for the foreseeable future.
Debbie glanced across at Linda Bowes. The girl was near to tears, which wasn´t surprising in the circumstances. She was a nude prisoner after all. There was a deep red blush etched across her chest. Like Debbie, she had instinctively covered herself with her hands and arms, as soon as she had been forced to remove her bra and panties, and it had come as a shock to have her wrists once again crossed and tied behind her back. Debbie wondered how the younger woman was coping with being gagged with her own panties.
“It´s time for bed, ladies!’ Lorne announced suddenly. “If you´re wondering about nightwear, well wonder no longer. You´re dressed in it. We don´t want you hiding your charms. You´ll sleep naked and without sheets, blankets or any other covering from here on in. House rules!’