Two friends kidnapped
Ann and her best friend Kylie where tied down in a small damp room, their collars were connected to a leach and a metal ring on the wall and their hands were bound together behind their backs. Ann’s muscles were sore and painful. She quietly listened to the sounds in the rest of the house.
She didn’t know how long she’d been here, the last thing she knew was being lifted of the street, here feet kicking in the air, someone putting her in the back of a fan, she barely noticed Kylie was placed beside her, a smelly damp cloth was placed over her mouth and face, that was the last thing she’d remembered, and now she woke up in this damp dungeon.
‘You alright?’ Kylie asked.
‘I guess,’ Ann said, ‘my shoulder is hurting somewhat.’
‘My shoulder too!’ Kylie said.
The door swung open, a burst of light and in the doorway a dark silhouette. When he walked further into the room Ann saw it was a man, a strong upper body full of muscles and a sturdy jawline.
He crossed his arms and stood there looming over them. ‘Who wants to go first?’ He asked.
Ann looked for a moment at Kylie. In a way was her fault her friend was wrapped up in this, wasn’t it?
‘I’ll go first,’ Ann said, she didn’t know what to expect, but it was the least she could do for Kylie.
The man smiled. ‘So you want to go first,’ he said bemused, ‘because you’re the kind of girl that cares for her friends, that wants to keep her friends save, that’ll make sacrifices for her friends, aren’t you?’
He had walked further into the dim lit room and he petted her over the head. ‘That’s good to know,’ he said.
He got her leash out of the metal ring and told her to follow him. They left the damp dungeon, walked up the stairs and entered a bedroom. There were clothes and books on the ground everywhere. Still guiding her on the leash he brought her to a chair, he shoved the books out of the way and installed her. Tying her down against the chair legs and the armrests, until she was unable to move.
Then he left her, and closed the door. For a while Ann stared at the empty crisp packet next to her the floor, then she started to mull over the events again. She and Kylie returning from the pub, she wanted to take a short cut, but apparently they were kidnapped, her thoughts were hazy, it was hard to recall. A moment later the door swung open en Kylie was pushed into the room. Kylie was installed upon the big canopy bed. She was tied down spread eagle. Ann could see right in between her legs, the soft pink labia slightly spread apart and exposing the vulva.
The man slid his fingers up an down between the labia. Commenting her slippery wetness, then he pushed a finger inside.
‘You like that?’ he asked.
Kylie shook her head.
‘No?’ he said bemused, ‘don’t worry, I’ve got something to keep you nice and docile.’
‘Never,’ Kylie said.
‘Get of of her,’ Ann yelled from her chair in the corner. ‘Take me. Let her go.’
He looked over his shoulder, smiling. ‘I will take you,’ he said, ‘Don’t be impatient. When I’m done with her, it’ll be your turn.’
Ann pressed her lips together. Kylie squirmed in her bondage.
The man got out a little brown bottle. He hooked his finger behind Ann’s panties, and with a quick jerk he pulled it of of her hips. She was now sitting on the chair with her pussy totally exposed, she felt the cold air breeze past her labia and thighs. He rumpled the panties up into a ball and poured some clear liquid out of the bottle onto the panties. Then he pressed the soaked panties into Kylie’s face.
‘Don’t breath,’ Ann yelled, ‘Hold your breath Kylie.’ She tried to cheer her on, but she new full well Kylie wouldn’t be able to hold her breath forever, she had to inhale sooner or later. She saw her chest rising and falling, quick, panting. Her eyes glazed over. She rolled her head from left to right, a languid moan muffled from behind the panties. Her eyes rolling up into her head, her body went limp and she was unconscious.
‘That’s a nice docile girl,’ he said, ‘a nice willing puppet to play with.’ He pushed his own pants down to his knees. He was already erect a thick slightly curved penis with a shiny purpled head. He spit in is hand and rubbed some saliva over the head, then he entered Kylie, he pushed himself inside.
Kylie made a soft moan, and he reapplied the cloth to her face, until she was completely silent again. He started rocking his hips, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed.
‘You see that?’ He asked Ann. When she didn’t react he kicked against one of her chair legs. ‘You see that?’ He asked again.
Ann nodded.
‘Isn’t she a lovely sleepy puppet? And in a moment you will be too. Isn’t that nice?’
‘No,’ Ann said.
He shrugged and kept on pounding Kylie. His back arching with every thrust, his ass cheeks clenching together to penetrate her even deeper. Al his muscles tensed up, he moaned loudly and apparently he orgasmed. He plumped on top of Kylie, stroking strands of hairs from her sleeping unconscious face and he smiled friendly to Ann.
‘So, that’s what’s going to happen to you too,’ he said. He picked up the ruffled panties and splashed a new amount of liquid onto the fabric, with a looming smile he approached the chair. ‘You see, when you’re sedated and knocked-out by the chloroform I can do anything I want with you. His hand rested on her pubis and his fingers prodded around in between her legs.
‘And you’ll be unable to do anything about it.’ He slid one of his fingers inside. It filled her up, she felt his finger moving around, caressing and massaging precisely the right spot. ‘You will be rendered completely helpless, completely will-less, completely under my control.’
On the bed Kylie was waking up again, she was coughing and gurgling, her eyes opened for a moment and fell shut again.
‘She’s waking up again,’ Ann said. Hoping the man would turn his attention back to Kylie. That was mean, she felt sorry for Kylie but she also felt sorry for her self. The man just shrugged. ‘Don’t worry, she won’t go anywhere. She’s still groggy and tied down. Or do you think we should chloroform her again?’ His finger grazed Ann’s cheek, ‘It’s your call sweety, do you want to chloroform your friend or do you want me to chloroform you.’
Ann looked at him in disbelief.
‘I’ll count to ten and then you make a decision. Ten, nine, eight...’
Ann couldn’t think straight. She was scared and worried, and confused. ‘I’ll chloroform her,’ she said the moment he reached one.
‘Good.’ He said with an evil smile. He untied her from the chair, she tried to struggle and escape, but he was way stronger than her. He held her closely to his chest, put the ruffled panties into her hand and told her to go ahead.
Kylie was looking up at her in fear. Would she understand what was going on? Or was she still too groggy. Ann put the ruffled panties on her face, she tried to keep them askew, so Kylie could breath in some regular air as well, but the man saw what she was doing. He pushed his own hand over hers and pressed the chloroformed panties into Kylie’s face. Her eyes started rolling up again, a blank minded stare, then she felt Kylie go limp underneath her.
Quickly the man shifted gears, he twisted Ann’s arm and pushed the chloroform soaked panties into her own face. She was trapped between his hand and the panties, as if she was chloroforming herself. She struggled, but she couldn’t escape.
The strong chemical fumes crawled up into her nose and her longs, immediately she felt light headed.
‘Yes,’ the man said in a sweet syrupy voice, ‘that’s a good girl, just breath in the fumes, let the chloroform overpower you. You can’t fight it. You don’t want to fight it. You long to be my little sleepy puppet, don’t you?’
His voice echoed in her head, she barely registered the meaning of the words, they were just sounds, just a ringing sound. She shook her head. The light-headedness increased, she felt dizzy and drowsy. Her vision started to blur and her eyes were ringing. She shook her head again.
‘Yes you do,’ he said, ‘take another nice deep breath sweety.’
She had to inhale, her body was numb and tingling, her limbs heavy. She felt her body slump against his. He was embracing her, telling her, she was such a good girl and pressing her own panties even firmer into her her face. Her eyes rolled up and she floated away on the hazy mists of unconsciousness
