Part 2
“Oh come on Lydia, that’ll add an extra 8 hours to my trip!” My eyelids fluttered open at the exclamation and I winced from my uncomfortable position on the floor in the back of the van. The redhead was still in the driver’s seat exactly where I’d last remembered seeing her, only now she had her phone pressed tightly to her ear. She had changed out of her club attire into something more practical the first time we’d stopped, she now wore a black tank top, tight black pants, and a pair of calf length leather boots with a chunky heel that looked like they’d crushed the hope of many a captive. Her red hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her eyes were narrowed in frustration as she spoke into the phone. “These trips are risky enough without adding spontaneous detours into the mix! You do realize I have to plan out a decent amount of routes to avoid authority hotspots and checkpoints right?”
I groaned, shifting my body to the best of my very limited ability. Thirty minutes after the redhead had abducted me from the club, she had pulled over on some godforsaken deserted road. The van had come to a jolting stop, and she had stepped into the back, her eyes cool as she unbuckled me from the chair. The leather had stuck to my skin, and the cold metal of the floor greeted me as I was unceremoniously dumped onto it.
From there I watched, helpless, as the redhead discarded the wheelchair into the night like a piece of unwanted trash. When she came back inside I was quickly dragged to where the chair had been, and she attached the ring at the end of my armbinder to one of the eyebolts embedded in the van’s wall, near where the chair had been originally connected to. The metal of the floor was incredibly cold and unforgiving against my skin, and the leather of the binder was sticky with my own sweat from the many panicking thoughts that had plagued my mind earlier.
No cushion, no view, just cold steel pressing into my back and the smell of rubber and leather as the van began bumping along the desolate road again after my captor had changed out of her clubwear. The redhead had made good on her promise of a long trip, and I don’t know how long it took before I somehow managed to nod off into a fitful sleep, the jolts of the van’s movement rocking me like a sadistic lullaby.
Now judging by the partially visible clock on the radio I guessed it had been close to six hours since we left the club. The night sky was getting light, but it was still very dark outside. I was a mix of cold, tired, sore, and to top it off my jaw was growing tender from the large ball-gag. The van’s engine had been a constant drone, the only companion to my racing thoughts and fears.
“Look Cherri, I thought your position had been made clear after you bundled the twins' job. You either do the jobs I assign you or you become the job, there will be no third chances!” A second harder to hear female British voice spoke through the phone, and the redhead, whom I now knew had been dubbed as ‘Cherri’, huffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she sighed heavily, “I’m on my way, what’s the target.”
“No target, you’re simply picking up a pair of slaves whose owner has grown tired of them.” Came a too nonchalant reply, and even to me, it sounded like the voice was trying to make it sound easier than it was.
“Lydia… who is this owner I’m picking up from?” The curiosity in Cherri’s voice was cautious, and I could feel my heart race even faster in my chest.
“…it’s Mr. Lenix. He acquired a couple of slaves from an online auction a few months ago and somehow managed not to get himself caught. He’s had his way with them, trained them, and like usual has now grown bored of them like he usually does.” This Lydia said sounding bored like the pattern this Lenix had of buying and discarding people was growing monotonous, “anyway, we’ve made a deal, he ‘donates’ these’ slaves and we in turn will give him a discount during the auction at the Halloween gala in a few days.”
My eyes widened at the mention of an auction, my reality sinking in once again. I was now a commodity to be traded like livestock. The gag was too thick for me to scream, and the van’s noisy engine would have drowned out my cries from the outside world anyway. The conversation grew quiet as Cherri took in the information, and I could feel the van slow down.
“Ugh, really Lenix? You mean the creepy fuck in the wolf’s mask. I thought he was banned. Well this is gonna be fun,” Cherri said with a roll of her eyes.
“He was, but after a substantial donation… and his contribution to the gala, Titus has decided to forgive his drunken transgression.” Lydia groused.
“Fine, send me the address, I’ll report in later to let you know if the pickup went smooth.” With a beep, she ended the call, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. She looked at me in the rearview mirror, her eyes cold and assessing.
“Well, well, well, look who's awake,” Cherri said with a smirk as she continued to drive. She reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a bottle of water, taking a swig before offering it to me. "Want some?" she asked, her voice taunting.
I glared at her, but the dryness of my mouth betrayed my anger. The bottle of water was like a lifeline, and I couldn’t help myself as I nodded vigorously. Cherri smiled a cruel smile before she spoke again, “Alright, just let me find somewhere secluded to pull over.”
Another five or ten minutes of driving passed in agonizing silence, the tension in the van increasing as the rain outside grew heavier. Finally, the sound of asphalt changed to one of gravel, and the van rolled to a stop. From my spot on the floor, I still couldn’t see much outside, not that I expected to see anything but more rain and darkness. Standing up, Cherri slipped in between the seats and after making her way over leaned down to me, her eyes gleaming with something that looked a bit like excitement. “We’re gonna take a little pit stop, I’m sure you're thirsty and need to take a little piss break,” she said, her voice sweet and mocking.
Clenching my thighs together I blushed realizing she was right, the pressure in my bladder had been building for hours while I slept. She knelt down beside me, and with a smirk, unbuckled the ball gag. My mouth was dry, my jaw ached from being stretched so wide for so long. She unscrewed the cap from the water bottle she’d tucked between her arm and held it to my lips, tilting it just enough for me to sip it without spilling. The cool water was heavenly, and I greedily drank it down, not caring that it was probably drugged.
“There you go, that’s better,” Cherri said, taking the bottle away with a grin that made my stomach turn. “Now for the fun part.” She reached down and started undoing the belts that had fused my legs together in a tight bundle.
The pain was sharp as the blood rushed back into my legs, and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. Once the belts had been removed, she reached down to the lock keeping my ankle cuffs together, and with a click, my legs were free to move again. The relief was instant, but the cold metal of the floor was still a harsh reminder of my predicament as Cherri unclipped my armbinder from the wall.
“Alright don’t move,” Cherri ordered, and I watched in horror as she stepped over to the side of the van and grabbed a red plastic bucket that was tucked under the seat. “You’re going to pee in this,” she said, holding it out to me with a grin that was anything but friendly, “Don’t bother arguing, this ain’t my first rodeo, I’m not stupid enough to take you outside and risk someone seeing you even in this.” Cherri said gesturing to the storm outside
My eyes flicked back and forth between the bucket and Cherri’s grinning face, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She held it out expectantly, her expression a mix of amusement and impatience. “Will you at least help me stand up?” I managed to croak out, my throat dry from the gag.
“Why of course, after all I wouldn’t want you to make a mess of our lovely van by peeing yourself while trying to get up,” Cherri said, her voice thick with sarcasm. Straddling my legs she bent over me, her face so close I could feel her hot breath on my skin. Her hands reached around my waist and began to lift me up, my legs shaky and unsteady from being bound for so long. With a grunt she had me on my feet, and my legs wobbled as I tried to find my balance.
Stepping back, Cherri grabbed the bottom of my mini skirt and with a rough jerk, she pulled it up over my hips until it hung bunched around my waist. I blushed heavily as I was exposed from the waist down, my thong now on full display. She reached down and hooked her fingers under the thin latex and yanked it down, the cool air of the van brushing against my bare skin. Again my cheeks burned with humiliation, but the pressure on my bladder was too intense to focus on anything but the bucket on the floor in front of me.
“I’m not going to turn around, so don’t ask,” Cherri warned, her voice cold and commanding. “Just do your business and I’ll get us back on the road.”
With trembling legs, I squatted over the bucket, the cool air against my bare skin, I carefully positioned myself, my heels making the task difficult without falling over. The rain outside proved to be a good help in overcoming my shame and I focused on the sound of the rain droplets hitting the metal roof of the van as I did my business, the splash of my urine echoing through the enclosed space. It was a dehumanizing act, but the relief was undeniable as the pressure in my bladder disappeared.
Once I was finished, Cherri grabbed my arms and pulled me back up to my feet, my legs shaking with the effort. She took the bucket and plopped it down near the door before turning back to me. “Good girl,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension “now before I go dump this let’s get you settled again.”
Grabbing the belts from the floor, Cherri’s eyes never left mine as she bent down, the smirk on her face growing as she took her time to wrap them back around my legs. She tightened them with a cruel efficiency that spoke of experience, each pull tighter than the last until my legs were bound once again, leaving me panting with the effort of trying not to cry out. The leather bit into my skin, a harsh reminder that I was back to being her captive cargo.
My ankles were next, linked and secured in a flash of metal and leather. With my bindings in place once more Cherri reached forward and tugged my skirt back down, smoothing it over my legs with a sadistic smile. That’s when I realized she hadn’t helped me back into my thong, as if reading my mind Cherri bent over and picked up my discarded underwear.
“I think I’ll keep these as a souvenir,” Cherri said, her eyes gleaming with malicious pleasure as she pocketed my thong. I felt a surge of anger and humiliation, but it was quickly swallowed by fear as she reached forward and wrapped her arms around my waist before pulling me in close for a kiss.
Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, the taste of mint and tobacco overwhelming me. I tried to pull away, but she held me tight, her arms like steel bars. My stomach roiled as she ground her body against mine, her hand sliding down to cup my ass. The fear was back in full force now, my heart racing as I realized the full extent of her depravity.
As the kiss grew deeper, she pushed me back, my fused arms slamming against the cold glass window of the van. The shock of the kiss to my horror turned into something else, something primal, something that I didn’t expect. For a brief moment, I felt a strange familiar sense of submission, my body responding despite my mind’s screaming protest. But just as quickly as it came, the reality of the situation slapped me in the face when she gripped me by my shoulders and shoved me down hard, the latex of my skirt the only cushion between my skin and the steel floor.
I opened my mouth to protest, but was instead met by the familiar taste of rubber as the ball gag was forced back in, the leather straps biting into my skin with the force of her insertion. Cherri secured it with a cruel twist, making sure it was tight before she leaned in, whispering in my ear, “You know, moments like this I really love my job.” She smirked and reached behind me, securing my armbinder to the wall hook once again.
Defeated, I simply lowered my gaze and stared at the floor not even bothering to look up as my captor opened the van door to empty the bucket. The rain had picked up, and the sound of it grew louder as the door was propped open. I could hear the rain pitter-pattering against the metal, the sound a grim reminder of the outside world that I was no longer a part of.
It wasn't long before the van shifted as Cherri entered and made her way back to the driver’s seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her reach for the keys, her movements deliberate and unhurried. However before she turned the ignition, she paused, glancing back at me with a smirk. My heart raced, the anticipation of what was to come next was almost too much to bear.
“You know what, you’ve been such a good little slut, I think you deserve some on-the-road entertainment,” Cherri said as she reached over to the passenger side of the van, the click of the glove compartment opening echoed in the silence of the van. My eyes widened wondering what she had in store for me, the fear and arousal a toxic mix in my stomach. She pulled out a black bag and turned to me with a smile that was all teeth. “Let’s see what I can do to keep you nice and relaxed for the next stretch of our trip,” she whispered, the words sending a chill down my spine.
The bag looked heavy in her hands, and I watched with a mix of dread and fascination as she moved into the back of the van again. With a flourish she unzipped it, revealing a treasure trove of women’s personal toys. The smell of lube and silicone filled the space as she rummaged through the contents, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Finally, she pulled out a large black magic wand, its shiny surface reflecting the dull glow of the van’s dome light.
“Now be a good girl and lift your hips for me,” she instructed, her tone mocking sweetness as she grabbed the base of the magic wand with both hands. Without thought, I obeyed, which earned me a sadistic smile from Cherri. “Good slut,” she murmured, the words sending a bolt of anger straight through my chest.
Her hands reached under my skirt and I could feel the latex being stretched outward as she positioned the wand. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but my body and mind were warring with each other. The fear of the unknown and the horror of my situation were no match for the dark part of me that craved the very thing she was about to do. The head of the wand was cool and soft as it was pressed against my folds, once Cherri seemed satisfied with the wand’s position she let go and the latex of my skirt snapped back into place, trapping the wand against my clit.
“Good girl, now sit down,” Cherri’s voice was smug, and I complied, feeling the head of the wand nestle against my clit. The latex of my skirt was pulled tight around the base of the toy, creating a seal that was both uncomfortable and strangely erotic. I had to wiggle my hips to find a more comfortable position, and every little movement sent vibrations shooting through me.
Finally I breathed a contented sigh as the wand had nestled far enough between my thighs for me to sit without pain, though the pressure was still intense. Opening my eyes I looked up just in time to see Cherri pull a small black remote out of the bag, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. “This little beauty is waterproof,” she said with a wink, “and it’s got quite the kick to it, should make the trip to our next stop at least a little more entertaining.
With that she flicked the switch on, and the back of the van was immediately filled with the low, steady hum of the magic wand. The vibrations were intense, the latex of my skirt did nothing to dampen the sensation, in fact if anything it amplified them as the latex of my skirt held the wand firmly in place as I jumped at the sudden sensation.
Cherri’s thumb twitched against the remote and the buzzing increased, the vibrations reaching a new, almost painful level. My eyes snapped shut as my body jerked, the sound of the toy's power filling the van, drowning out the patter of the rain outside. Each pulse seemed to resonate through my entire body, my clit feeling like it was on fire, sending waves of pleasure and pain through me in equal measure. I tried to clench my thighs together, to escape the relentless assault, but the latex and the magic wand held firm, the vibrations only growing stronger.
My eyes flew open as the pressure on my clit grew unbearable, my body a trembling mess on the cold steel floor of the van. I watched in horror as Cherri patted me on the head, her cruel smile never faltering as she made her way back to the driver’s seat. The leather creaked under her as she settled in, the van’s engine rumbling to life beneath us. To my shock the vibrations of the magic wand grew stronger, mixing with the engine’s vibration, turning my whole body into a symphony of pleasure.
The van's movement only added to the torment, every bump and jostle sending a new wave of sensation through my body, my hips bucking against the unforgiving steel. I writhed and squirmed trying to escape the relentless buzzing, the latex of my skirt sticking to my skin with every movement. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from the intense pleasure that was being forced upon me.
With the ring at the end of my armbinder tethered to the hook in the wall of the van, my movements were painfully restricted. The vibrations grew stronger, and my body responded involuntarily, arching against the cold steel. My legs were bound tightly, my knees pushed together, and the wand was unyielding, trapped between my thighs persistent in its mission.
Through it all, I had to deal with Cherri’s sadistic amusement, her eyes glancing in the rearview mirror every few minutes to watch my struggles. I don’t know how long I held out, but eventually the fight drained from me. My body, exhausted and overwhelmed, gave in to the relentless pleasure the magic wand was inflicting on me.
“Mmm mmm MMMMMM!” I moaned, my voice muffled by the thick rubber of the ball gag as my body tensed against the steel floor. The vibrations only continued to grow stronger as Cherri fiddled with the remote as she drove. My hips began to buck wildly, trying to escape the intense pleasure that was being forced upon me. Despite my desperate attempts to resist, an orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my muscles clenching and releasing in a spasm of pure ecstasy.
A feminine chuckle came from the driver’s seat piercing the haze of pleasure that had engulfed me and the vibrations from the magic wand refused to cease their relentless dance against my sensitive flesh even as I trembled through the aftershocks of my forced climax. My body was a live wire, each pulse from the toy sending a jolt through my core that made my bound limbs quiver uncontrollably.
“You know, I’m almost a little envious of you right now,” Cherri’s voice was smug, “you get to sit there all comfy and cum your brains out while I have to drive us through this shit storm.” She leaned back in her seat and cranked on some music, the bass of the speakers adding yet another layer to the already intense vibrations that had taken over my body.
The rain picked up outside, the wipers swiping back and forth across the windshield in a steady rhythm that matched the beat of my racing heart. Each swipe sent a new wave of panic through me as I realized the futility of my situation. There was no escape from this nightmare, no rescue waiting around the next bend. I was at the mercy of these monsters, and they had no intention of showing any.
My only escape was in the sensations buzzing through me, a cruel and twisted respite from the fear that gripped my heart. So closing my eyes I focused on the vibrations, letting them fill my mind and push everything else aside. I couldn’t stop the tears that slipped down my cheeks, but I could control my breathing and embrace the way my body was responding to my torment.
Hours passed by, I succumbed again and again to the buzzing torment, my body no longer my own. The relentless vibrations of the magic wand had turned into a form of twisted torture, one I now chose to drown in as the only means to escape the cold reality of my situation and the fear that gnawed at my soul. The storm eventually died down as morning light began to seep through the tinted windows of the van, but the nightmare remained unchanged.
The world around me lost all meaning by the time the batteries in the wand finally died. I was so tired, so overstimulated that when the van finally slowed to a stop outside a pair of large foreboding iron gates, I barely registered the change in motion. Without the constant buzzing I was left with only the throbbing ache between my legs and the cold reality of my situation.
“Do you have an appointment?” It was a deep, gruff voice that finally jolted me out of my haze, and I realized we had arrived at this infamous Lenix estate. The gates loomed large through the van’s front windows, the bars thick and intimidating, almost seeming to suck the remaining light from the early dawn. The van’s engine rumbled as Cherri leaned out the window to address the security guard.
“Yes, I’m expected,” she replied, her voice smug as she held out a small card. The guard took it, his eyes scanning the information before he nodded and the gates began to slowly creak open. Taking deep breaths I did my best to sit up, and stretched my head upwards to gain just enough clearance to get a look over the lip of the window. The van rolled down a long, winding driveway, the gravel popping under the tires and my stomach churned as the gates closed behind us, the finality of the action sending a shiver down my spine.
The rain had stopped but the sky remained an ominous shade of grey, casting everything in a bleak light. A mansion loomed in the distance, its grandeur marred by thick vines of ivy that clung to its stones, giving it the air of a place long abandoned despite the freshness of the foliage. The van pulled closer, the mansion growing larger with every second, revealing twisted gothic arches and pointed windows that seemed to stare down at us like the eyes of a malevolent creature.
Surrounding the monolithic-looking mansion was a sprawling bush maze that seemed to have been cultivated to perfection. The hedges grew tall and thick, their leaves a deep shade of green that was almost black in the early morning light. The paths that wove through the maze looked as though they hadn’t seen a soul in years, the dampness from the rain leaving a sheen on the cobblestones that glistened in the low light.
Nearing the entrance of the Lenix estate, the van rounded a bend to reveal an enormous fountain. At its center, a sculpture of naked women in intricate bondage poses caught the early morning light. Their lifelike forms were contorted in an erotic dance of submission, their expressions a mix of agony and ecstasy, forever frozen in time. Water trickled over their bound bodies, creating a mesmerizing and eerie sight that sent a shiver down my spine.
As the van came to a halt before the mansion’s grand entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows. Walking towards the bottom of a set of stairs, a butler with a clipboard held himself with the poise and elegance of a man accustomed to serving the elite. He wore a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and a bow tie, his graying hair slicked back. His eyes were cold and calculating, taking in every detail of our arrival without missing a beat.
“Identification please,” the butler said, his voice as cold and unfeeling as the restraints that held me in place.
“Right here,” Cherri said, pulling out her own ID and holding out the card to the butler. “I’m here to pick up a couple… auction items.”
The butler took the card, his eyes flicking down to scan it before handing it back with a nod. “Your items will be brought out momentarily, please have your vehicle ready to receive them.” His gaze slid to me as he leaned in, he didn’t look surprised or even particularly interested, which only served to increase my anxiety.
“Good day,” the butler said, his tone as icy as the grip of the van’s metal floor beneath me.
He turned around and disappeared back into the mansion, leaving us in a tense silence. The van’s engine shut off and Cherri opened her door, the damp chill of the morning air rushing in making me shiver as she climbed out. A whir sounded and the large rolling door of the van opened up, then the van’s ramp was lowered and I watched as Cherri stepped inside, her high heeled boots clicking against the metal. She walked over to me, the thump of her boots echoing in the quiet of the morning as she approached.
“Well I hope you’re ready for some company,” Cherri said, her voice a mix of excitement and cruel amusement as she reached down to stroke my cheek. Her touch was warm and despite myself I found myself leaning into it, craving some kind of human connection amidst the cold steel and leather that had become my world.
“Keep moving slaves, into the van,” the gruff voice of a guard bellowed, the ramp creaked and a gorgeous redhead shuffled in, her body trembling with fear. Her fiery hair was stark against her pale skin, the only other color on her the gleaming gold of a pair of nipple rings piercing her C-cup sized breasts. What really caught my attention when I got a closer look was her eyes, they were a beautiful shade of green but filled with such a deep sadness, they seemed to hold an entire universe of pain. She was naked save for a black leather collar and two pairs of leather cuffs adorning her wrists and ankles.
I watched as Cherri snapped her fingers at the redhead then pointed to a hook two feet to my left which is when I realized the girl wasn’t even restrained. Without a word she promptly moved to kneel in front of it, her hands reaching behind her as she faced away from the wall. Stepping in between us Cherri bent down with a padlock and chain, attaching the girl’s wristcuffs to the hook. She didn’t struggle or protest, she just did as she was told with a quiet submission that spoke volumes of her past experiences here.
“Next,” Cherri barked, and the guard pushed in a second woman, who was a major contrast to the first. Her raven hair was pulled back in a tight high ponytail, showcasing the fiery blue of her eyes that seemed to burn with a mix of anger and defiance. Her skin was a canvas of intricate tattoos, snaking around her arms and up her neck, giving her a fierce allure despite her similar wrists and ankle cuffs. She had a similar figure to the redhead, with C-cup breasts, but instead of the gold rings, hers gleamed with a cold, hard silver.
“Secure her to the hook over there,” Cherri ordered, pointing to the empty space on the other side of the van opposite to me. The guard didn’t hesitate, his rough hands guiding her to her new position. She glared at him, but her anger was impotent against the arm gripping her by the shoulder. With a grunt, he pushed her down and she was forced to kneel, the silver rings on her nipples glinting in the light.
I could only stare in shock and fear as the blue-eyed beauty was secured across from me. The guard handed Cherri a clipboard and promptly exited the van, leaving us alone with our fate. The van’s cold steel walls felt even more like a prison cell, the metal floor biting into my knees as I sat watching my new companions contemplate their newfound circumstances.
“Hmm, Lacie Smith and… Bunny? What’s wrong? Your parents not love you enough to give you a last name?” Cherri quipped as she scanned the clipboard, her eyes flicking up to the blue-eyed woman with a sneer. The raven-haired beauty’s jaw clenched but she remained silent, the fire in her eyes speaking for her.
“Well, I’m you’ll be delighted to know your former master has decided to donate you both to our little auction,” Cherri continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Who knows, maybe you two will find yourself a decent owner,” she said with a laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“…good, anything’s better than serving that monster.” I heard Bunny mutter as she looked away from us, her eyes focused on the floor of the van.
Cherri’s gaze hardened, and she leaned closer to us, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re both going to be on your best behavior, understood? If either of you cause any trouble, I’ll secure you worse than little Miss Monroe here. Understand?”
Lacie, the redhead, nodded meekly, her eyes never leaving the floor. Bunny, however, met Cherri’s gaze with a fiery glare that made it clear she wasn't easily cowed. “Look, we know the deal so let’s just get on with it," she said, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.
“Hmm, good,” with that, Cherri straightened herself up, the click of her boots echoing as she stepped back.
The engine of the van roared to life once more as she climbed into the driver’s seat, the gear shift grinding into place. The van lurched forward and the two new additions, Lacie and Bunny, settled into their roles as cargo. My eyes darted between them, searching for any sign of hope or defiance, but all I saw was resignation in Lacie’s gaze and a smoldering anger in Bunny’s.
Music started to play up front, something with a heavy bass that resonated through the van. I could feel the vibrations of the bass line in the metal floor beneath me, mixing with the dull throb of my own body’s response to the magic wand’s recent abuse. The sound grew louder as the van rolled past the large iron gates, and the Lenix mansion faded into the background.
“Hey Lace… are you okay?” The whispered sound of Bunny’s voice broke the tense silence, her eyes flicking between me and the road ahead. Despite her fiery demeanor, there was genuine concern in her tone. “Lace?”
“He made me do anal again… before we left,” The redhead Lacie muttered, her voice barely audible above the engine’s rumble.
“Bastard! Well look, at least we'll never have to see his face again,” Bunny said through gritted teeth, trying to offer comfort despite her own fear.
“Yeah, but whoever buys us next might be worse,” Lacie said, her voice trembling. Her eyes remained on the floor, avoiding looking at anything or anyone. The van’s movement made her breasts sway slightly, the gold rings glinting with each jostle. I must have had a look on my face because when I looked up Bunny was staring at me with a mix of curiosity and caution.
“We were roommates before… before he sold us to… him,” Lacie’s voice was softer now, the tremor of fear barely contained. Her eyes remained on the floor, refusing to meet either mine or Bunny’s.
“We were tricked by a sick bastard of a photographer into doing a bondage photoshoot, we were betrayed and sold off after he… look don't you dare judge us okay… we’ve been through hell.” Bunny’s voice was a mix of whispered anger and desperation, the words spilling out like a dam breaking.
Shaking my head I tried to convey with my eyes what words couldn’t, horrified by the tale of their ordeal. Their fear was palpable, a living entity that filled the van, thickening the air with its choking grip. Despite my own dire situation, the thought of what they had been through was almost too much to bear.
“Keep it down back there,” Cherri called back, not looking away from the road. Her eyes remained focused on the winding path ahead, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. The van’s suspension bounced with every pothole, sending jolts of pain through my already sore body.
“Lacie… stay strong,” Bunny murmured and finally Lacie looked up, a sad smile playing on her lips.
“Thanks Bunny,” Lacie mouthed back, her voice lost in the rumble of the van’s engine.
Their quiet conversation had a profound effect on me. Despite the fear and pain, there was an unmistakable bond between them, a beacon of hope in this hellish journey. Witnessing their friendship in the face of such adversity was a good reminder that the human spirit could endure almost anything. It was a comfort to know that amidst the darkness, there were still moments of kindness to be found.
The next few hours dragged by in a blur of uncomfortable silence, broken only by the occasional grunt of pain or whimper from the redhead. I couldn’t stop thinking about their story, the horrors they’d endured. It made my own predicament seem almost trivial in comparison. But as the van’s tires finally crunched to a stop on a gravel driveway, my fear spiked anew. Was this it? We’re we there?
“Alright ladies, pit stop, I need a piss and to grab us all some food.” Cherri said before stepping outside and locking the doors once she’d shut the door behind her.
To my surprise, rather than struggle or try to free themselves, Bunny and Lacie simply leaned back and closed their eyes, it was as if they had accepted their fate and were conserving their energy for whatever lay ahead. Their calmness was eerie, a contradiction to the raging storm of emotions inside me. Seeing them give up so quickly angered me, their defeatist attitudes stoking a fire of defiance in my chest. We had to find a way out of this mess and I couldn’t do it alone. I took a deep breath and raised my bound feet up before slamming my heels back down on the van floor to get their attention, causing a loud clang that echoed through the metal walls.
“Mmmm mm MMMMMPH!” I protested as loudly as I could, the rubber ball in my mouth absorbing most of the sound. The sudden noise caused Lacie to flinch, her eyes squeezing shut as if trying to block out the reality of our situation. Meanwhile, Bunny’s irritated gaze swiveled towards me, her pierced eyebrow arching in annoyance. She clearly wasn’t one for dramatics or outbursts, at least not when they didn’t serve a purpose.
“What? Let me guess, now’s the perfect time to escape right? We’ll take a look around girl, the three of us are padlocked to the wall, there’s nothing within reach that could be used to free us and those windows are so tinted there’s not a chance in hell anyone could see us even if they were looking,” Bunny said, her voice a mix of annoyance and defeat.
“…van’s probably soundproof too.” Lacie whispered, her voice so faint I almost missed it.
“Exactly, why else would that witch leave us ungagged? Face it… we’re probably not getting out of here unless it’s to be sold to some rich perv,” Bunny said, the anger in her voice fading into something closer to resignation.
The hope and defiance that had briefly sparked within me began to fizzle out like a candle in a rainstorm. Their words were a harsh reality check, and I slumped back against the cold metal wall, feeling the weight of my own futility. Not long after the van door opened and Cherri strutted back in, her high heeled boots clicking against the floor as she stepped inside. She had a couple bags of fast food in one hand, a two liter bottle of soda in the other and a smug smile on her lips.
“Well ladies, I hope you’re hungry,” Cherri said, her voice dripping with mock cheerfulness as she shut the van door, cutting off the outside world. She stepped closer, holding up a bag of fast food, the smell of grease and salt wafting through the air. “It ain’t gourmet but I’m sure it’s better than what you’ll get where we’re going.”
Her eyes glinted as she pulled out a burger and unwrapped it with a flourish before holding it to Lacie’s mouth. The redhead took a tentative bite, chewing slowly, her eyes never leaving the floor. There was something in that gaze that spoke of a deep trauma, a soul worn down by a relentless grind of a world that had had no mercy.
“Come on girl, eat up,” Cherri said, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as she held the burger up to Lacie’s lips again.
The redhead took another larger bite, her eyes flicking up to the food in desperation. Her cheeks flushed with color, the spark in her eyes returning a smidge as she swallowed. When Lacie had eaten her fill Cherri moved on to feeding Bunny, the burger held in her manicured fingers. Bunny took the food with more bite, her eyes flashing a silent challenge. Yet even she couldn’t hide the desperation in her gaze, the hunger that made her accept the charity of our captor.
Finally it was my turn and I held my breath in anticipation as Cherri dropped the bag by my side before reaching behind my head to unbuckle the gag. With an audible pop, it was removed, my mouth feeling dry and stretched after hours of being forced to hold the rubber ball in place. I took a deep breath, the sweet, salty scent of fast food filling my nose, suddenly making my stomach growl with hunger despite the situation.
“Here you go sweetheart,” she said, her voice dripping with a syrupy sweetness that was as fake as her smile. She held a burger to my lips and after working my jaw a bit I opened my mouth, the taste of greasy meat and melted cheese filled my mouth. Despite my fear, my stomach rumbled in appreciation, reminding me of how long it had been since my last meal. She held the straw to my mouth next, the cool liquid of the soda quenching my dry throat.
Back and forth, Cherri alternated between feeding me and offering up the straw to wash the food down. Once I too had had my fill Cherri offered a drink to each of the other girls, her movements deliberate and precise, like a zoo keeper feeding her captive animals. Despite her cruel intentions, the cold drink was a welcome reprieve from the dryness that had taken over my mouth.
“Alright ladies let’s get this show back on the road,” Cherri announced, her voice cutting through the silence of the van. She stepped back, the smell of fast food lingering in the air. With a flick of her wrist she tossed the empty soda bottle to the side and grabbed the gag, moving to replace it back in my mouth. Then to my relief she hesitated, “slut are you gonna give me any trouble if I leave you ungagged?”
“No… no trouble,” I murmured, trying to keep the hope out of my voice. I didn’t want to give her any reason to suspect I would do anything other than what she said.
“Good, keep it down you three I don’t wanna have to pull over again,” she said with a smirk before hopping back into the driver’s seat. The engine roared back to life and the van lurched forward, the tires crunching on the gravel beneath us as we continued deeper into the unknown.
Music blared from the stereo, something fast-paced and obnoxious, and I just breathed a deep sigh, my eyes closed. The van’s vibrations, the smell of gasoline and leather, the feel of my own sticky juices drying on my thighs—it was all too much. The only solace was knowing that I wasn’t alone in my suffering.
“So, you gotta name?” Bunny whispered to me after a few moments of tense silence. Her voice had lost some of its anger, now carrying a tone of curiosity.
I swallowed hard, trying to push aside the fear that was threatening to choke me. “T-Taylor,” I managed to get out, my voice still a little hoarse from the gag.
Bunny nodded, her eyes assessing me. “How’d you end up here?” she asked, her voice low so as not to be heard by Cherri.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain the twisted situation. “It’s… complicated, I was caught in the crossfire of a couple lawyers and the one I was being blackmailed by I guess figured I was a loose end he couldn’t afford to have around,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
“You were being blackmailed? Why?” Bunny’s eyes narrowed, her curiosity obviously piqued.
“I am… was a divorce attorney,” I began, the words sticking in my throat. “I was representing this woman, she was by no means a good person, but she had the misfortune of being married to a monster. And that monster somehow found out about my… extracurricular activities.”
Looking my outfit up and down, she raised an eyebrow. “Extracurriculars, huh?” she said, and there was a knowing glint in her eye that made me blush, even in the dire situation we were in. “Well, I guess that explains the get-up,” she murmured.
“Yeah, my ex had some… compromising pictures and videos of me,” I murmured, my cheeks flushing even hotter as the memory of the blackmail played in my mind like a terrible, never-ending film reel. “He said if I didn’t help him fast track the divorce, he’d send them to all my colleagues and clients. He knew it would ruin me, so I had no choice but to cooperate.”
“Damn, and then what he decided to get rid of you for good?” Bunny asked, her voice a mix of anger and understanding.
“I think he was worried some other lawyer in his firm would learn what he’d done and use it against him,” I said, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. “So I guess he hired… ‘her’ to follow me and my boyfriend to a club, she also somehow got him arrested and let’s just say when that went down I was already in no position to resist when she abducted me.”
“…horrible…” came Lacie’s whispered response, her gaze was focused on the floor in front of me, her eyes refusing to look at me.
“That’s a tough break,” Bunny said, her voice softer now. “But hey, you can’t give up hope. We’ve got to keep our heads on straight and look for a way out of this shitshow should the opportunity arise ya know.”
“Do you know where she’s taking us?” I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice, looking between the two of them.
“No, I don’t have-“ Bunny was cut off as Lacie began rocking back and forth while whispering out loud.
“Master says we’re to be auctioned off, that ‘the resort’ can sell off his sloppy seconds so he can get a new toy cheap,” Her eyes were unfocused, the tremor in her voice emphasizing the horror of the situation.
“Lacie… Lacie!” Bunny hissed, trying to snap the redhead out of her daze. “He’s not your master anymore, remember?”
Lacie blinked, coming back to reality with a start. “I-I know, I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the van’s engine. “It’s just… we’ve been through so much… I can’t help it, he’s there, in my head.”
I couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity for the brokenness in Lacie’s voice. She had clearly suffered a long time under someone’s cruel hand, and the mental scars were easily visible even if the physical ones weren’t. I didn’t know who this Mr. Lenix was, but if he was so cruel that he could do this to women like us, then he was definitely not someone I ever wanted to or hoped I would ever meet.