A VACATION FOR JESSICA...Chapter 12...Beverly Pays for Play !
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The phone had rung incessantly until a finger slid the ringer switch
to off. Beverly's ex-husband John was on another tear of some sort.
But Beverly didn't care, couldn't care right now she was quite
occupied. A man and a woman stood over her in her kitchen. They were
uniformed in dark pants, wide belt and tailor-fit white shirts with
name tags "MASTERS INSTITUTE FOR TRAINING" "TONI" the man was "JIM".
And now Beverly sat lashed to a straight wooden chair. The two had
been rough! her ankles were crossed and bound together, then pulled
sharply back and fastened to the back rung of the chair off the floor.
Her arms were pulled behind her back and her wrists were too tightly
roped together. Longer ropes bound her torso to the chair. There was
no hope of moving and Beverly's hands were cruelly crushed against the
wooden chair back. The woman had emptied the kitchen towel drawer and
sorted through Beverly's linens. Finding a small tablecloth, she
folded it into a triangle and tied it on Beverly's head like a
babushka then knotted it loosely under her chin. One of her own used
white dish towels was snatched off the towel rack and they blindfolded
her so tightly her ears were crushed. But all that hardly mattered now
as she felt the pair doing something near her head. Barely a word had
been spoken since they arrived at her door save for Toni's snarling at
Jim. "Christ, this is ridiculous!
When they find out you left the duffle bag we're both going to wind up
in a "P.R."! As they entered, the woman had handed Beverly a clip
board and pen. Beverly quickly scanned the form and as she penned the
last stroke the board was snatched from her, the man grabbed her
shoulders from behind and she flopped into the chair. The pair worked
like a surgical team not missing a beat as they bound her to it. But
Beverly was frightened because these two were clearly not the
"Efficient, cordial yet firm" attendants the M.I.T. brochure had
promised. Her thoughts were interrupted by a cloth pressed against her
lips and the man's voice "Open up, Bev!" Instinctively she locked her
jaw shut her lips in a thin line, a mistake as she would learn. "Oh
Fuck this!! gimme the spreader Toni"! Toni balked "Jim, don't use that
rag yuck! it's her dish rag! here's two more, at least they're clean!"
Jim stuck out his hand "Gimme ONE! this one's FINE !< hehehe > now
give me the damned Spreader!" Toni reached into a case on her belt and
handed him a shiny appliance like a pliers with black rubber tips. Jim
considered crushing one of Bev's nipples in his fingers but she was
wearing a bra. There was another way. Catching her by surprise. In one
fierce motion Jim plunged his hand into Bev's hair and violently
pulled back! Beverly's mouth fell open for a second long enough for
Jim to insert the jaw spreader and squeeze!! "AAAAAGGGHH! NOOOO
EEEEEEZE!!!" Beverly saw stars as her jaw was ratcheted open beyond
it's capacity and LOCKED!! Her head rolled wildly from side to side
helplessly till a pair of hands seized it from behind and held it
rigid. "HeeHee.." Toni giggled, "You ordered a gag Bev
changed your mind ?" "AAggHHEEEEE!!" Then came the worst feeling
Beverly could imagine. Slowly, deliberately, Jim began to push a damp
cloth into her gaping mouth <"Yarg! it IS my dishcloth! Oh God I'm
going to puke!"> The cloth continued to enter and Jim's practiced
fingers pressed and pushed it far back in her mouth and against her
throat.
Beverly's mind was racing with thoughts of escape, of changing her
mind, but how could she tell them! Jim's hand was on her face and his
thumb held the packing immobile then she felt ANOTHER cloth being
pushed in against the first wad. Jim packed it deep and even stuffing
it into her cheeks. "Toni!...What are we going to do ? Can you make an
RKG out of one of her towels??" Toni, standing at the counter, her
back to him answered quickly. "I'm already trying to it's going to be
big! the towel's too thick!" "That's alright! I got her mouth open as
wide as the Lincoln Tunnel " Toni approached and Jim stepped
back. Stretched tight between her hands she held a rolled dish towel
with a huge knot tied at it's center. <"God, that's awful"> Toni
thought as she looked at the captive <"They always look SO sad and
helpless"> With the blindfold obscuring her face, Beverly was all
mouth and that filled with dank stained kitchen cloths. The gruesome
Spreader protruded from the side of her face. Toni forced the huge
knot into Beverly's mouth between her teeth pressing against the
wadding as hard as she could then she passed the ends to the back and
tied them off so tightly the corners of Beverly's mouth were drawn
back painfully. "oooooOOOaaafffff" Beverly moaned again apparently at
this new intrusion and pain. Jim handed Toni another towel he had
folded to a 4" band and she tied it over the woman's bound mouth. It
matched her blindfold. "Let's get going Jim" Toni knelt to untie the
captive's feet. Suddenly Beverly began to strain and buck! She used
ALL her strength to pitch the chair forward. In panic she gargled into
the gag pathetically! She rolled her head wildly! "Hey Jim! I think
Sweetie here wants to change her mind !" Beverly heard the
comment and at once began to NOD her head up and down !! Slowly like a
horse! So there could be no mistaking her meaning. "Ha! she DOES want
out!" Toni took Beverly's head in her hands and spoke softly into her
ear through all the kitchen cloths wrapping it.
"Bev, listen to me. What you want now doesn't matter a bit. We've been
sent to bring you to the Institute and that's where your going, and
from what I've heard SURPRISE!!! That's where you're staying!!" <
hahahaha > "You know Jim, I can't believe how they answer Masters' ad
like this. What do they think they're asking for ??" Beverly's
strength was nearly super-human! Again she bucked and rocked and
strained violently at her bonds. Jim headed for the door. "Fuck this!
I'm not going to wrestle with her. I'm getting the board!" and he left
the house. "I'll just tell you this once more Beverly darling, You ARE
coming with us and if you resist any further you WILL pay for it at
the prison!" < Beverly's heart nearly STOPPED ..PRISON???? What kind
of PRISON???? >
There was a clatter and banging as Jim tripped over the long stretcher
like board. It was at least 6 1/2 feet long, of vinyl upholstered
hardwood and looked like a stretcher. A maze of wide and thin straps
dangled form seemingly dozens of places. The were handholds all along
the edges. Meanwhile Toni began to wrap rope above and below Beverly's
knees, drawing them snug. "Let her feet go and I'll get her knees. Get
some rope on those feet before you start singing soprano! The pair
managed to free Bev of her bonds but forced her into new ones without
a lapse. They were not happy and showed it by slamming her onto the
body board on her back. Her hands were being crushed under her
substantial weight. Toni pounced on the straps with relish! A 3" wide
strap passed over Beverly's Throat! to meet it's buckle and she pulled
it too tight!! Beverly couldn't conceive of what was really
happening. She
felt hands all over her body and as they moved, where they had been, a
strap held her fast to the board. Ankles! knees, thighs, waist Her upper arms were forced to the board < as her hands
SCREAMED! in pain under her > and strapped down tight. A wide leather
strap was passed across her forehead, threaded through two slots and
tightened cruelly! Her chest heaved in her panic and a long strap
across her breasts was tightened further. "Take shallow slow breaths
bitch!" Toni was getting "Hot" with the excitement. She glanced at
Beverly's feet and grinned to herself. She removed the prisoner's
flats and re-bound Beverly's ankles together, side by side and
cinched. THEN Toni fed a 6" wide strap through two roller lined slots
directly beneath the woman's feet. <"I remember when they FUCKING did
this to me!! Let THIS one feel what it's like! > And she passed the
wide band across Beverly's insteps and fed them through the slots over
the rollers. A small crank was attached and Toni began to draw the
captive's feet downward! "mmmMMmmmMFFFFFF!!!" The first sounds from
Beverly came again as her feet were wrenched downward into a ballet
point!! Toni kept slowly cranking, she wasn't sure why but she wanted
to hurt this woman and THIS WOULD HURT LIKE HELL!! She had bent down
the feet nearly parallel to the board she looked at the heels crushing
onto the hardwood remembering when she had been abducted to M.I.T. and
the same thing done to her she had never before or since felt such
pain and cramping!
"eeeEEEEEEEFFFFEEE!!!!!!"
Beverly was in agony she knew and with a smirk, she reached again for
the crank she wanted to make Beverly scream just ONCE more! Beverly
accommodated with a long heart wrenching gagged moan her mind was in
total disbelief and denial of where she was. She felt herself being
picked up and carried, she had NEVER felt such pain in her legs Her
mouth! she was going to vomit she KNEW it!! Beverly was a heavy young
woman over 200 pounds and they had trouble jockeying her into the
black M.I.T. van. Finally she felt a bounce and a jolt and the sound
of latches fastening and snapping. All of her body was screaming in
pain. Her hands were Torture!! Her FEET! even WORSE!! Again Toni spoke
mockingly to her "Don't go anywhere dear. Your going for a little
ride, well not so little. More like three hours Hope you're
comfy. If you need anything just call! < heheeeHEE!>" Toni climbed
into the front seat as the van moved away from Beverly's home and set
it's course for Hobble, Iowa
At the monthly "display of inmates" for that's all you could really
call the Institutes cocktail party the guests milled about during a
break. The bar did a brisk business but there was something of a pall
over the crowd and hushed voices spoke of the event they had just
witnessed. Others though, with the help of a drink perhaps had become
more aggressive and curious. These, for the most part were people who
had at least an affinity for women in bondage. And here were women in
bondage. Thirteen of them seated solemnly on their folding chairs. On
display, for all to see and now to "feel". A couple of the bolder men
had approached the prisoners with a scholarly attitude and began to
test the tightness of ropes. One took Jessica's head in his two hands
and was clearly aroused. Jessica looked the ultimate prisoner. Forced
to look into the man's eyes, Jessica's eyebrows raised and quivered
alluringly, the pain in her eyes was unmistakable. To the man fondling
her she was the most sexually exciting being he had ever seen alive or
in print. To him, everything about her cried out "I'm helpless. I'm
broken - I'm your prisoner! She was enveloped in scarlet! Red scarves
wrapping her hairless head. The red scarf pulled so cruelly between
her teeth drew back the corners of her mouth so that no matter how she
felt, to this man's intoxicated mind, Jessica was "smiling" at him.
Emboldened by passion and drink, the guest caressed Jessica's naked
breasts then bounced them as if weighing melons and that brought a
"EEEIIIIiiIII!!!!" from deep in Jessica's throat as the Forsters clips
bounced merrily and bit deeper into her nipples. Embarrassed at his
own carelessness and as heads turned toward the gagged shriek, the
fool again flicked and hit the clips as if he had mean't to do it the
first time and the room was rewarded with another pitiful moan from
poor Jessica.
Suddenly Jessica began to lean forward and gulping sounds came from
her gullet, she took deep breaths she held as still as she could she
wretched three, four times then took a long breath. She had overcome
the gag-reflex. The obnoxious man took Jessica in his arms and kissed
her hard through the gag, he sucked and nibbled at her lips as she
stared wild-eyed at him completely unable to defend herself and his
body twisted the hideous Forsters on her tortured nipples. Other of
the male guests and one very tall woman had now maneuvered their way
into the prisoners and began to take full liberties with the bound
women. Jessica's antagonist now left her and walked unsteadily to Dr.
Masters. Masters leaned forward his ear and the conversation seemed to
become involved. Heads turned toward Jessica, nodded shook negatively.
Masters cleared a space on the rostrum as the guest produced a pen and
a booklet and began to write. After a moment as Masters held up and
read a small paper, the two men shook hands and Masters pocketed a
CHECK! The man, now grinning foolishly and obviously nervous headed
back to Jessica. He said nothing. He grabbed her by an arm and pulled
her stumbling out of the row of chairs then he propelled her ahead of
him toward the Great Door and out of the room.
The scene was not lost on anyone and immediately a transformation took
place among some other men. They began studying the prisoners in
earnest. They approached and fondled the helpless bodies and
emboldened by their gagged silence made lewd comments and cracks to
there prey. Another lady who instantly began to shake her head NO NO
NO!! was led out of the pack and taken along to the negotiation with
Masters a few words, cash pocketed this time and the couple left the
room this time with Masters gesturing directions to who knew where. A
third woman was dragged away tripping on her hobbles and then the
unimaginable happened. Bart! the staff supervisor who had lurked
around the edges of the room approached Masters. There was heated
though whispered conversation between them, hand gestures. Masters was
not pleased, yet finally he shuffled through some papers before him
and handed one to Bart who signed it! The prisoners alert enough to
know what was going down were terrified. Of all that could befall
them, being taken by Bart was UNTHINKABLE!! One knew their hearts were
pounding in fear as he approached. Then the strangest sound of the
evening as several gagged women GASPED! at what they saw. Bart firmly
grasped the arm of a woman in red. At first she did not react then her
head turned toward him and vacant eyes met his. Totally unresisting,
slowly Darlene Fisher rose and stood trying to balance on her broken
high heels. Bart tugged on her arm.
END OF CHAPTER 12 ---
