The 2nd Pickup
Leslie a very tall and obviously very pregnant woman, was on the down elevator
after her monthly visit to her doctors office.
There she had been reassured that the pregnancy was going according to the plan.
Her normal 44D bust would soon be filled with rich milk soon. She had a warm
feeling just thinking about it. Her female lover on one nipple, and the innocent
baby on the other one.
"UMMMMMM" Leslie grunted after she received a sharp nudge in her left tit from
the elbow of a tall thin women standing in front of her in the cramped confines
of the full down elevator.
"OH I am sorry. I did not mean to. OH MY GOD!! You are pregnant!! Let me help
you. We will take you to a doctor."
The tall woman began expressing real concern for the wounded tit barely nudged
by her elbow ..
Having just been through the long dull wait in the doctor's office, Leslie
demanded,
"NO! OH GOD NO! I just got away from that butcher. Let me get out of here. If I
can just sit down, for a minute, I'll be fine. I think .. I don't think ..
anything is damaged. Just help me to sit down!"
Leslie was really sick of sitting in doctors offices. The cold humiliating paper
shifts .. her feet stuck up there in the stirrups .. then that leering male
goon, starring up her cunt. No she wanted OUT!!
No she just wanted to go home, and forget it.
Although, maybe, she could get this rich bitch to give her cab fair ... Or maybe
something more .. something of a more personal nature.
"I'd get a cab home, and lay down and rest, if I had the money .. then I know I
would be fine."
Leslie stated emphatically, with just that touch of dejection in her voice and
that stare of desperation in her eyes. She would get something from this
obviously rich bitch.
"The bus will .... along some ti .. "
"OH! You poor thing! At least let me drive you home. I feel responsible. If
anything happened I would never for give myself. You come with me. My van is
parked in the basement. Please let me help you." the woman said. "I feel soo .."
<Got her,> Leslie thought not paying further attention to the woman's further
babbling. <Now what else will I take her for. That's a nice dress, she has,
worth at least a hundred or so. I wonder? Can I get her to .. and after a
little lickie lickie. It's the swelling belly. Gets to normal caring bitches
everyone of um. I wish I could stay this way forever. Ron (the sucker) is paying
off nicely, so I don't tell his wife, and now there is this bitch ... What a
good day this is getting to be. >
"Well OK. I live on 96th street. If it is not too far out of your way. It would
be ever soo helpful if you take me there." Leslie acquiesced again with that
humbleness in the voice and the blank stare she had perfected in dealing with
the have's of this world.
The elevator emptied out almost totally at the 1st floor lobby and, then with
only the two women, it descended to subbasement garage. Finally the door opened
onto the mostly deserted parking spaces.
The two women walked slowly to the waiting sleek shiny van.
<Not bad. New! With leather upholstery .. This bitch has money! I'll have her
licking my ass and giving me money soon. My lucky day.> Leslie thought when she
saw the woman's vehicle.
Stepping aside the woman opened the sliding side door, and helped an obviously
pleased Leslie, slide into the plush spacious back seat. After assuring herself
that Leslie was comfortable, the woman slid the door to a solid snap, assuring
that all was safe and secure in the sleek steel enclosure.
"Now you just sit back there, and relax, while I get us to 96th street, in no
time. What number was it again?" the kind woman, asked as she fitted her keys
into the steering column. A twist of her right wrist and the van's engine came
to life. In moments she whisked them out of the parking space.
"2734 apartment 23B." Leslie answered as she settled into the plush comfortable
back seat.
<This is how Tina should treat me. Maybe I'll make this clumsy bitch 'help' me
upstairs, and lick my cunt right before Tina's eyes. Bet she will be such a good
licker with a little encouragement. The preggie pussy seems to turn on all these
old barren bitches. Yea. If she balks .. then I'll hint at a lawyer, and see
what else I can get from her.>
"$5.50 mam." the parking lot attendant demanded at the exit of the building's
underground parking enclosure.
It didn't even occure to Leslie that she was all but hidden from view, by the
captains chairs in the front of the van. The set back position of the rear bench
seat obscured the attendant vision and he did not even notice her at all.
The woman looked through her purse, and passed over the required amount to the
clerks eager hand. Smiling at him the woman got her receipt, (Tax deductible.
You know.) and drove out into the afternoon traffic.
She immediately started up, onto the on freeway ramp.
A startled Leslie peering out the front window and exclaimed,
"Wait a minute. This is the way out of town, you dumb bitch, not 96tstreet. Turn
this thing around ... Now!!! I have people waiting! I going to sue your ass off
if you try anything with me."
<What a ninny! She probably forgot I was here. Well she sure is going to rememb
.... >
The smiling woman, pushed a button under the dash, and a mesh gate slid in
place, and sealed off the back seat from the driver's compartment. It also
locked all the doors. The woman also turned up the radio, to drown out the
screams and now pleading of her captive now agitated in her rear. From then on
she did not even acknowledge their was a presence, in the back of the van, as
she drove surely, through the light afternoon traffic to the farm house.
In her metal enclosure Leslie was as secure as in a jail cell. No amount
of screaming of banging would attracted the attention of other drivers sharing
the traffic lanes. As this was the out bond direction, no tool stop would be
required.
As it was early, the traffic allowed the woman, a reasonably good homeward
commute to her rural hide away. She was proceeding right on schedule. Her
captive was by now begging and pleading for release, but the volume control on
the stereo was louder and more persistent. Leslie finally gave up, and slunk
back into the seat and shielded her ears from the din of the music, the woman
was playing in the forward part of the vehicle.
<Now just one more to collect.> the woman thought as she neared her lair, <And
this one's personal and doesn't have to be handled delicately like these two.>
When she arrived in front of her farm house, she drove to center of the empty
yard, and parked in a place guaranteeing maximum sun exposure. She rolled down
the drivers windows about two inches, turned off the air conditioning, and
exited the vehicle being careful to lock all the doors.
Without a backward glance the woman went into the isolated house and got herself
a cold ice tea from the refrigerator. She glanced at her watch and noted the
time.
<Half an hour should be about right. Then I'll go out and collect her, if
she is willing. If not well I have the rest of the day before I have to be
some ware. Sun feels real nice out here, if you have some shade ... and
something cold to drink> The woman thought as she sauntered out of the house
into the yard and the now baking van.
She approached the drivers side door and felt radiating of heat off the sides of
the van. She smiled and called through the partially open window,
"How is it in there bitch. You about done? Or should I leave you in there to
baste, for an hour, or two more?"
"You let me out of here you bitch." A very subdued Leslie answered back, "When I
get out of here I'll have my lawyer ... "
The woman didn't even bother answering. She shrugged, and went over to a point
where a shaded bench was visible from the front window of the van. She sat in
the shade and enjoyed her ice tea. She was aware of Leslie's eyes trying to
catch her attention and her longing for relief from the roasting heat inside the
van interior.
Leslie was indeed roasting. Sweat was flowing off her body like salty rain.
<If she thinks I'm going to .... Oh god! Look at her, out there! She's all nice
and cool .... While I'm dying in here. If only I could get something cool to
drink.> Leslie thought.
"Please, please I'll do anything... I'll...." Leslie began to beg.
After finishing her tea the woman walked over beside the van and called out,
"Hush up you big cow .. Listen to me .. and you better listen good. Strip off
all those clothes you have on .. and be quick about it! Then push them out
through the slot. And I mean EVERYTHING! Now! And you better hurry up. Or I will
just go back inside for another hour of so ... No back talk. Just do it and be
quick about it." the woman demanded with the empty glass in her hand. "It's hot
out here .."
Leslie was infuriated, but she was trapped and the heat was unbearable ...
<She had no choice ... What did this bitch want??> She wondered as Leslie began
taking off her dress. When it finally slid off her wet back, she shoved it out
through the small slot.
"I've done what you wanted. Now please let me out!!" She demanded.
"Look you dumb sow! I said want that hide of yours naked .. like the day you
were born, and I mean all of it. Now! Or I going back inside and get another
cold drink. Sure is thirsty work. When I come back ... in an hour or so...Maybe
you will have basted enough to be more responsive." the woman called out.
"NO ! NO ! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME .. HERE I'M DOING IT! SEE THERE IS MY BRA ...
AND THE PANTIES .... NOW!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" Leslie pleaded. "PLEASE LET
ME OUT OF HERE!"
"The shoes and stockings too bitch and be quick about it..... OK now get down on
all fours, like the pig you are. Now bend down! Head and shoulders on the floor
and put your hands behind your back. Now stay that way till I tell you
different. I have a taser with me so don't even think about fucking with me or
.... " the woman called out from outside the van.
"You fuck with me and I'll fry your pussy to kingdom come. You want a taste or
you going to be a good little sow?"
Leslie, weakened by the heat, with her massive sweating mamories covering most
of her face, could only grunt as she struggled to get her naked body into the
required position. She hope the woman let her out if she did as told. The heat
would kill her soon, she knew that for sure.
SlIPPPPPPPP went the sliding door and a mass of cooler air washed over Leslie's
naked, exposed upturned ass. The woman easily snapped a pair of cuffs on
Leslie's sweating wrists thus imprisoning then behind her back.
From her position beside the naked captive the woman reached down and grabbed
the wet brown hair and dragged a very subdued, naked Leslie, up from the oven,
that was the vans interior, out into the bright sunlight dirt driveway.
Leslie was blinded by the bright sun light, but thankful to be out of the van's
roasting interior. Even being nude in broad day light was at first preferable.
Another tug on her hair started her waddling, doubled over toward the garage of
the house. Through the journey she was directed by her captor's consstant tugs.
"What do you want from me? I didn't do anything to you. You have no right to
.... OWOWOWOW. Stop that it could cause cancer .. " Leslie started to protest as
the woman acquired a pinch hold on her defenseless left nipple and used that to
direct the naked bent over captive toward the open garage.
Then a slap to her right tit by the woman's riding crop shut her mouth as the
woman commented,
"You will find out when I'm ready to tell you bitch. For now shut, that hole
before I put my foot in it." the woman demanded ... as she lead the way to the
interior of the enclosure.
In side the garage the trap door was open. The woman dragged / lead her
reluctant captive down the steep stairs, to the secrete basement.
Leslie was again blind but this time now by the interior dark. She was easily
placed onto a waiting "X" frame. Her neck was imprisoned by the waiting chain
and then her legs were spread and secured to the supports. A belt snubbed her
waste to the middle of the "X".
"Now bitch, I'm going to release your hands. You are going to reach up and let
me attach the nice chains around your wrists." the woman explained.
"You just try and I'll scratch your eyes out and ... AWWAWAAAA WW ..... OH Stop
.. STOP! that!! You bi ...... AWWAAAWWWAAWW ... " Leslie began only to feel the
repeated cuts of the dog whip on her defenseless fully exposed rich full white
ass flesh.
The woman released her hands from the steel cuffs and ordered,
"Reach way up there NOW SOW!" With the whip raised up in front of Leslie's
regained sight.
With tears in her eyes and her neck secured she knew she had no choice. She did
as she had been directed, and surrender her wrists to her captor.
The woman leisurely walked around the frame, and pulled Leslie's developing tits
through the frame for future attachments. Then the woman stuffed Leslie's mouth
shut before she could protest further.
To the all ready secured Betty, in passing the woman commented,
"Company for ya!"
Then she turned on the vacuum pump to relieve the milk build up in the lactating
mammarys.
"Wanna keep these in good working order."
The woman commented rhetorically. Then with the flow slackening, she shut down
the pump and placed the new milk extract inside the refrigerator ... for future
use ..
She looked about to assure all was secure and then walked back up the stairs, to
her garage interior.
She closed the trap door and drove the van over it. No one could open that door,
from the bomb shelter. No one short of Superman!
Now she went to grab a couple of hours shut eye. The other bitch's flight was
not due in the airport for hours, and so the pick up would come much later.
Rest! She thought as she climbed into the own soft bead with the air
conditioning going full blast ...
