Kidnapped

KIDNAPPED

Chapter Two

       The bucket of cold, murky water splashes across her naked body.  Jolted into consciousness, jerking, twisting, she chokes, coughing as the water cascades down across her head, shoulders.  The stench reeks in her flailing nostrils as she struggles for breath, the soaked rag still stuffed in her throat, her eyes burning, blurry.

       Her bound, naked body sways under the spread forks of the car lift, the ropes binding her arms and ankles buried in her raw flesh creaking as they stretch under her weight.  Head tilting forward, her face rests between her bound breasts, the ends of the ropes swaying, dangling between her obscenely spread thighs.  Pain pulses throughout her arms, legs, shoulders from the bindings.  Even more pain from the whipping with the rubber hose resonates throughout her breasts, stomach and vagina.  Raising her head, blinking, squinting, barely able to see, she glances around, the vision of two of the men standing in front of the lift slowly coming into focus.  She quickly realizes it’s the men who kidnapped her on the highway.

       “That woke you up, huh?”  She hears the older man, Roy’s sarcastic voice.  “You’ve been out for a good hour or so, while we went inside and ate.   Time to start working those tits again.”

       Glaring through her burning, reddened eyes, staring directly toward him, she panics as she recognizes the black, rubber hose dangling down, flexing in his right fist.  Her eyes squinting shut, head tilting forward, coughing, spitting into the shop rag, she attempts to expunge the acerbic taste from her mouth as she feels the queasiness in the pit of her stomach as she grunts, frantically struggles in her bindings.

       “Jimmy, bring that jumper box over here, help me tie these tits apart and hook ‘em up!”  Roy orders as he watches her naked body squirming, her swollen, bruised breasts bouncing across her jerking torso, the ends of the ropes enveloped in her tit flesh swinging, jerking between her outstretched thighs.

       She hears Roy’s voice, feels the taps of the end of the grimy hose menacingly across her ballooning right breast, flicking across the bud of her nipple.  Her heart pounds in her chest as she frantically blinks, squints, attempting to cleanse the pungent water from her eyes as she gags on the bitter taste.

       Glancing toward the sound of the other man approaching her, struggling to focus her burning eyes, she hears the sound of wobbly wheels rolling toward her.   Glaring downward, she can barely make out an old rusty battery jumper box dragging behind him.  She fearfully recognizes it for what it is with a pair of dark, twisted, greasy wire cables wrapped around the bent handle, a pair of rusting metal serrated clamps dangling downward, ominously clanking together.

       Watching it positioned under her, between her spread thighs, she alarmingly stares as he begins unwrapping the cables, laying the clamps on the floor after stretching each one separately, up in front of her heaving chest, pressing its closed side across a swollen nipple.

       “Tie that tit up to the rack.”  Roy points as he drops the hose on the floor.  Gripping the rope to her right breast, he stretches it up toward the end of the lift, ties it off as Jimmy does the same with the other, tugging, stretching while Jodi’s spread, naked body jerks between them, her breasts bulging, stretching painfully upward and apart, her shimmering nipples forced to point outward from one another as she turns her head, squinting her eyes closed, bites down into the balled rag.

       Reaching down for the faded red metal clamp in his right hand, stretching the cable out, Jimmy cups the bottom of Jodi’s right breast in his left hand.  Lifting it upwards, he glances toward Roy, asks.  “Across her nipples, right?”

       Finished tying off the rope, picking up the hose, grabbing Jodi’s hair in one hand, glancing toward Jimmy, back toward Jodi’s swollen globe, giving another responsive tap of the hose across the stretched areola, he answers.  “Yea, right there.  Clamp it on deep!”

       Feeling her head jerked harshly back by her hair, she blinks, glares through her tear welled eyes as the two men stand to either side of her, the ropes painfully stretching her tortured breasts.   Gripping the worn, red metal clamp, Jimmy squeezes it open, slides the rusty, jagged serrated teeth across her engorged globe.  Groaning, twisting  her head side to side, her eyes dart back and forth toward the men, toward the clamp, as the metal teeth spread even wider apart, scraping against, circling her practically transparent, tautly spread areola.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Screaming through the gag, her head jerks back, her body bucks as the clamp springs sadistically shut, the irregular teeth sinking into the swollen, discolored mound.  The pain’s like a surge of electricity searing into her pulsing breast as her thighs bounce, stretch even wider as they flex, her toes pointing straight out as her ankles chafe in the tied ropes.

       “Thwack!”  “Agghhhh!”  Her body bucks a second time, a second scream as the rubber hose smacks upwards, across the spread folds of her drenched labia as her thighs continue to spasm.  “Thwack!”  “Agghhhh!”  Yet another solid smack, her swollen clitoris flattened under the flexing rubber as she hoarsely screams again, the escalating pain spreading unbearably across her breast, her vagina as she digs her fingernails into her thighs as her bound wrists, also chafed, reflexively twist.        

       “Get this tit hooked up too.”  Roy grunts as he lets the tip of the hose momentarily dangle across the floor.  “Smack!”  A flick of his wrist, the tip of the hose glances across the areola of Jodi’s left breast, bringing another animalistic grunt.  “Aaaggghhh!”

       Leaning over, untwisting the flailed wire from the black clamp, Jimmy squeezes the handle, spreading the bent, rusty teeth apart, stretching the strand of cable toward the swollen mound as Roy twists Jodi’s head back by her matting hair.  “Thwack!  Thwack!”  Smacking the hose harshly across her flexing abs, backhanded, forehanded, he feels her head twisting back and forth, her swaying body spasm as barely audible gurgles utter from the twisted rag.

       The breath punched from her stomach, wheezing, she feels the clamp pressing across her left breast.  Jerking, twisting, heart pounding in her chest, she feels the metal pressing into her left nipple. “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!”  The second serrated clamp’s released, mounted on her tortured breasts.  The unbearable pain jolts, burns, sears through her bucking torso as she bites down, grinds her teeth into the wet, soiled shop rag as the screams are smothered deep in her raw throat.

       “Thwack!”  Another hard, up handed flip of the hose flattens her clit once more between her spread slit.  Flecks of water spray across the jumper box from between her jerking thighs.  Head tilting limply forward, her chin jams against her chest, brushing against the red clamp, its black wire dangling down into the box.

       “Plug it in.”  Roy nods toward the extension cord wrapped against the wall.  Picking up the end of the wire from the jumper box, he hands it toward him.   “Here.”

       Jodi’s swaying body continues to twitch, the clamps jiggling off her pulsing nipples as, nearly hysterical, muttering pleadingly through the stifling gag, she glares through glassy eyes toward the plug being connected to the extension, terrified of the obvious consequences.

       As the two men step beside the charger, they hear voices as the door to the garage swings open.  The other two brothers enter, along with two scantly clothed young women, one blond the other a brunette, the blonde being led by her arms bound behind her back.

       “Just in time.”  Roy nods toward the charger, back toward the group stepping around him.  “Who wants to give her the first jolt?”

       “Can I?  I want to!”  The dark haired girl in her late teens blurts out as she reaches out, grips the red clamp, giving it a sadistic twist while looking into Jodi’s terrified eyes.  “My, she’s sure got big boobies!  A lot bigger then Jill’s.  Twisting the clamp, she adds inquisitively. Doesn’t this thing hurt?”

       “Oomph!”  Jodi grunts, jerks, tears streak down her cheeks from her swollen eyes as the metal teeth grip tighter into her tortured flesh.  Unable to catch her breath, on the verge of hyperventilating, every part of her tortured  body either numb or on fire, she sees the sadistic smirk on the girls face as their eyes lock.

       Again giving another twist, a strong tug, the brunette glances toward the nervous blond, giggles as Jodi’s body thrashes in her bindings, trickles of blood dripping from her nipple while she screams against the stifling gag.  “Aaaggghhh!  Aaaggghhh!”

       “Okay sis, juice her.”  Roy nods, lifts her hand from the clamp, guides it to a knob on the charger.   “Start her off with a good one.”

       “Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”  A hard twist of the knob, she holds it for a few seconds.  Jodi screams through the gag, her breasts stretching in the ropes, the clamps bouncing, tearing at her stretched nipples as her eyes roll upwards in her head, as every muscle and tendon in her bound body spasms from the obvious current jolting through her quivering breasts.

       Another giggle as the brunette glances down, notices urine spurting from between Jodi’s stretched thighs.  “Look!  She’s peeing herself!”

       Laughing, she turns the knob again, even further, holding it a little longer as she glances over toward the distraught blond.   “Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!!!  Aaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!”   More screams from the stuffed rag, more spasms from Jodi’s flailing body, more urine squirting across the charger, splashing onto the concrete floor until finally, her body slumps, limply sways in her bindings.

       Glancing back toward the clamps, slowly turning the knob down, up, down, she continues to be amused watching Jodi’s breasts jerk, quiver from the electrical jolts.  “Look at those titties dance, even when she’s unconscious!”  Glancing back toward the blond, she jokingly asks.  “Want to give it a try on those little titties of yours again, Jill?”

       Frowning, twisted back against one of the brothers, the blonde feels her own breast squeezed out of her skimpy tank top, faded bruises, faint burn marks marring her tanned flesh.  Shaking her head back and forth, lowering her eyes toward her groped breast, she mumbles. “No, no please!  Not again!”

       The group laughs, as Roy turns off the charger, reaches for the clamps as Jodi’s head hangs limply across her chest, her naked body still reflexively quivering.  “Well Hell, what we waiting for?  He smirks while releasing the clamps, glances at the serrated impressions across both glistening breasts oozing specks of blood.  “Get another bucket of water!  Let’s jolt her pussy and wake her up!   It’s been a while since we had two of ‘em at the same time, might as well let both of ‘em put on a show for us!”

End Part Two