Almost five hours after he had left Boobies, the Trainer saw the lights of the two vans coming up
the country road toward the farm house. He smiled with approval. Both vans were driving at a
respectable speed to attract no unwanted attention, and they were spaced far enough apart to cause
no one to connect them. They were different models and had been rented from separate agencies.
Within a few minutes the first pulled up and was directed by the Trainer into the barn which stood
a short distance from the house. It was the seclusion of the property which had attracted his
employers to this particular piece of real estate. Almost at once, the Trainer sensed that
something was not quite right. The driver of the van had shot him a troubled look as he drove past
into the barn. The Trainer had followed the van and walked up to the driver as he exited the
vehicle. "Well?," asked the Trainer, questioningly. "Hang on a minute, and you'll see," was the
cryptic response. Two minutes later the second van pulled up. Its driver stepped out shaking his
head and asked the first, "Did you tell him?" "Not yet," was the reply, "I wanted him to see for
himself." "See what," the Trainer asked with only mild concern. The attitude of the two agents
suggested that something had gone amiss, but that nothing was horribly wrong. The first driver led
the Trainer to the rear of his van and opened the door. Inside were two bound girls, Clair plus a
companion blond, but no Jeannie. Clair was still wearing her Boobies outfit. The other was dressed
in everyday clothes. The Trainer surveyed the two and merely asked, "No brunette?" In response the
second driver walked to his van had opened the door to reveal another two girls--Jeannie and a
second brunette. All of the girls were still unconscious. "Four girls?" the Trainer said bemused,
and then burst into a fit of laughter. "Don't tell me, I don't even want to know." The two
recruiters were both relieved and embarrassed at the Trainer's reaction. Relieved since the Trainer
was obviously unconcerned about the extra girls, but embarrassed since this was the first
assignment in their careers which had gone this far awry. The recruiter stopped laughing and
reassured them. "Don't worry, I'm sure it happens to the best of you. Please bring them this way."
'This way,' turned out to be a large underground facility, roughly twice the size of the large barn
which sat directly over it. There was a hidden door which permitted access. The recruiters laid the
four girls out side- by-side on the main room of the underground shelter. Each was still
restrained, but they were no longer linked to each other. "How long until they wake?," the Trainer
asked. The second driver looked at his watch and looked down at the girls. "We've laid them out in
the order they were taken," he said indicating from left to right, Jeannie, the other brunette,
Clair, and the blond. "The first should wake in about 30 minutes, the last in about 40." "What did
you use," the Trainer asked. The first driver pulled out a spray can and showed him. "Good, they'll
be groggy and weak for a good fifteen minutes after they wake." Then he looked up and asked, "When
are your flights out?" "He's first," said the second driver. "Tomorrow in the late afternoon. If
you need a hand, we'll be happy to stay and help." They would have been happy to do anything to
minimize the Trainer's potential ire at being saddled with the extra girls. They expected to pay a
heavy penalty for having muffed the assignment and were even prepared to receive nothing for this
particular job. Their major hope was that the Trainer wouldn't trash their reputation with the
Mart. The Trainer considered all of the implications behind that request. "Perhaps," he suggested,
"but first go ahead and clean yourselves up and get a drink while I make the preliminary
arrangements here." He paused to think for a moment, and then added, "I'm sure we can find some
appropriate accommodation for this situation. We certainly wouldn't want anything to get out which
might reflect badly on you." Then he smiled warmly at the two and infused them both with a
tremendous sense of relief. He pointed them toward a bathroom and the kitchen which sat off of the
main room. Everything was going to be O.K. at least for the two agents of the Mart. * * * * * As
Jeannie regained consciousness, her head felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. Her left wrist and
mouth hurt. She was completely disoriented and felt so tired it was very difficult to open her
eyes. She was sitting up . . . and her legs were stretched out in front of her . . . and she was
leaning back against a cold flat surface . . . and her arms were somehow behind her. And then the
sudden realization that her wrists were linked together, that there was something in her mouth,
that she was naked. With a sudden shot of adrenaline she lifted her head part way and forced her
eyes open. At first all she saw in the dimly lit room was her own hair dangling down in front of
her face and her naked legs. She noted that her ankles were tied together. A rush of fear engulfed
her as she strove to simultaneously remember how he had gotten there and figure out what else was
going on around her. Jeannie's mind remained foggy on both counts, but she did become aware of some
other noises in the room. To her right she heard a muffled moaning sound and soon sensed at the
edge of her peripheral vision another naked form. With an effort she turned her head and saw
Brenda, another Boobies waitress lying face down with her wrists and ankles pulled together in a
classic hog tie. Her attention was drawn to Brenda's head where a red ball with some kind of strap
attached had been shoved into her mouth and strapped around so that it would stay there. In that
moment she became fully aware of the similar gag in her own mouth. Then her terror really became
acute. Jeannie was sobering fast now as she heard some small scuffling noises to her left. Strapped
into a chair in a sitting position with her head lolling on her chest was Clair. Her legs had been
pulled apart and her ankles strapped into the back legs of each side of the chair. Her toes were
pointing downward and the chair had been bolted to the floor. There was a belt like arrangement
which encircled both the back of the chair and Clair's waist, effectively holding her in a sitting
position. There was a high back on the chair and, judging from the position of Clair's head, the
collar which encircled her neck must have been linked to the chair back. At that moment she became
aware of the collar around her own neck and with a tentative tug, the fact that her neck was also
linked to the wall behind her. Another glance at Clair showed that her hands were somehow tied
behind the chair back, but given her position, Jeannie couldn't see how. Clair was also gagged with
a red ball. Jeannie made a quick survey of the room, which was quite large, and found it filled
will a variety of strange frameworks and tables, almost like a gym. There were also a number of
dressers along the walls plus a few chairs and a large sofa in a far corner. The walls were covered
with mirrors and a large number of the ceiling tiles were mirrors as well. Just beyond Clair was a
tall stranger who was removing the street clothes of a girl she recognized as somehow associated
with Boobies. The girl had long blond hair and a good, if unsensational, figure. She certainly
wouldn't be working at Boobies, at least not out front. Perhaps she was part of the accounting
staff. She looked carefully at the face and suddenly made the connection. This was Clair's
roommate. She used to pick her up from time to time after work. The Blond's blouse and bra had
already been removed revealing pert breasts with prominent, very pink nipples. Her breath was slow
and regular. Jeannie watched as the nipples rose and fell. Her arms were pulled up over her head,
linked at the wrist and connected to an iron ring which was set into the wall a few inches above
floor level. The girl was lying on her back as the stranger was removing the shackles which held
her ankles together. Her feet were bare and her shoes and socks lay in a pile behind the man. A
glance at Clair indicated she was just beginning to regain her senses. A quick check of Brenda
showed that she wasn't far behind Jeannie in regaining full awareness. But while Jeannie was again
becoming fully conscious, she still felt extremely weak. Brenda's eyes were on the stranger who was
working on the blond's legs. Her expression over the gag was a mixture of anger, hatred, and
fear--mostly anger and hate. A scrapping noise behind her caused her to shift her attention back to
the stranger. He had finished undoing the ankle constraints, which now lay next to the shoes and
socks. He had undone the blond's belt, snap, and zipper, and was in the process of pulling her
jeans off. The blond seemed to be farther along in regaining consciousness than Clair, but not
nearly so far along as Brenda. That is, she was watching the stranger with uncomprehending eyes as
he finished removing her jeans. The girl had a better figure than Jeannie had given her credit for,
if you liked smaller breasts. And despite the horror of the situation, Jeannie found herself being
turned on by the helpless nudity and vulnerability of the other girls and the obvious power and
control of the stranger. She saw him sit back and watch as the blond's consciousness came trickling
back.

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 He watched her feeble attempts to move her legs out of his reach. Unlike the other three, the
blond was not wearing a red ball gag although there might be one sitting on the floor there
somewhere. Then the stranger, who was sitting next to the blond on the floor, reached over between
her legs and began to gently, almost lovingly, massage the tender pubic area through her flowered
panties. The blond twitched in obvious agitation at the intrusion, but otherwise couldn't prevent
it. Her breath came more rapidly than before and she seemed to be trying to gain enough control of
her breathing and vocal chords to register a protest. The stranger just kept rubbing, moving more
deeply into the slit between her legs. He smiled as if pleased with the reaction he was obtaining.
And then he spoke. "My little tart is getting wet." The blond made a determined effort to speak and
succeeded in producing a ragged, guttural, cry. The stranger calmly and deliberately reached up and
slapped her left breast with considerable force. The crack could be easily heard throughout the
room. "Quiet," he then said, without anger, "I'll tell you when you are permitted to speak." He
quietly resumed his manipulation of her genitals and with his other hand began to gently massage
the tit he had just slapped. Tears welled up in the blond's eyes, but she ceased to protest. During
these minutes, Jeannie had felt her strength starting to return. A quick glance had shown that the
same was probably true for Brenda. And an inspection of Clair showed that she wasn't too far
behind. Clair was viewing Jeannie and Brenda with a look of terror and listening to the activities
behind her back and beyond her field of vision. The stranger had obviously succeeded in working the
blond into a state of sexual heat. He might be a perverted monster, but he clearly knew what he was
doing. The blond was breathing more raggedly and a light sweat had broken out over most of her
body. Her panties were still on and the restless hands were still working at her breasts and cunt.
"You can talk now, can't you?," he asked. After a long moment without a response he reached over
and gave her right breast a hard slap. "Yes, yes, yes. . ." she gasped, between ragged breathing
and tears. "What do you want from . . ." Slap. Another hard slap, this time to the left breast
again. "I didn't tell you that you were permitted to ask questions, did I." No response, as the
manipulation of her pussy relentlessly continued. Slap. This time to the right breast. "Did I?"
"No!" Her tears were flowing quite freely although her sexual heat hadn't seemed to have
diminished. "Much better," he smiled at her and went back to gently massaging her breasts. "So you
can talk then, can't you, my dear?" "Yes," through heavier breathing. "Excellent." And now he
seemed to change the tempo of his manipulations. He started rubbing and tweaking her nipples and a
calculated, rhythmic pattern and the hand in her crotch became a single finger playing over her
clitoris through the thin moist cloth. Despite everything Jeannie was herself getting wet at the
pure demonstration of power, sexuality, and control. The pattern of the blond's breathing had
changed, becoming shorter and clearly more aroused. And yet, the stranger seemed in complete
control and she was nowhere near reaching an orgasm. "And what is your name, sweet thing?" ". .
.Pant, pant, Susan, pant, pant, Susan, pant, pant, Susan Leeds, pant, pant, pant . . ." The man
smiled broadly. "And how do you feel, Susan? . . . The truth now." ". . .Pant, pant, pant, I'm,
pant, afraid, pant, pant, my breasts, pant, hurt, pant, pant, pant . . ." "And?" he asked" Tears
again welled up in Susan's eyes as she lay there under the stranger's ministrations gasping for
breath. He raised his had over her breast as if to slap it again, but more slowly this time and she
blurted out, ". . .I'm very, pant, horny, pant, pant, pant . . ." her tears were running down the
sides of her face, wetting her hair, causing damp spots to form on the floor under her head. Again
the stranger smiled and went back to tweaking and rubbing her nipples as he continued to massage
her clitoris. Then he said, "There's a little something I want you to do for me, O.K.?" ". . .pant,
pant, O., pant, K., pant, pant . . ." I'm going to stop rubbing you for a minute and I want you to
put your legs together enough so that I can remove your panties; do you understand?" " . . .pant,
pant, Yes, pant, pant . . ." "And will you do that for me." " . . .pant, pant, Yes, pant, pant . .
." "Wonderful," his smile was beatific Susan's face showed nothing but resignation and lust.
Jeannie tore her attention briefly away to check Brenda and Clair and nothing had changed in either
of them except that they were both now much more awake. The stranger stopped rubbing. After a very
brief pause, Susan moved her ankles to within a few inches of each other. The stranger reached out
with both hands and grasped her panties on each hip. He then looked at her expectantly. After
another brief pause, Susan put her weight on her heels and raised her bottom up off of the floor.
The stranger slid the panties down to her ankles. For a long moment nothing happened. And then he
looked up at her again and she quietly lowered her bottom back down and raised her feet up a few
inches. "Thank you," he said. "You're very sweet." The process hadn't taken long, and the stranger
was soon back up at Susan's side, manipulating her nipples. Her legs were still fairly close
together, as she had left them. And even though her own ankles were tied together, Jeannie found
herself slowly spreading her knees in sympathy as the stranger rested has free hand over Susan's
pubic mound. He continued working her nipples, which by now were fully engorged and super
sensitive, and looked quietly and expectantly into her eyes. Susan's breathing was taking on a new
tone as the stranger's handling of her nipples changed and, without his having to say a word, Susan
slowly spread her legs to allow his probing hand access to her now fully exposed pussy. He smiled
at her and said, "Good girl," and then reached in and began to work her cunt with expert precision.
Susan's juices were freely flowing by this time. Her breathing much heavier and more throaty than
earlier. In truth she had never felt this kind of sexual rush before. The stranger was probing her
and pressing sexual response buttons she hadn't even known were there. One finger had worked its
way up her love canal making it easier for the rich sexual fluid to trickle out. With two other
fingers he was working this juice in and around her love button in a complex pattern. He was
rubbing the surface of the little bud, then squeezing it from the sides, then working it up and
down or in and out or side to side, then starting over again. Susan was completely covered with
sweat by this time and her nipples were twice their original size. They had also taken on a much
deeper shade of red. The stranger continued fondling Susan's pussy but moved his other hand up from
her breasts to her face. He gently scratched her neck, ear, and cheek, and then rested his thumb on
her lower lip. His left hand kept busily moving all the while and Susan seemed clearly to be moving
closer to an orgasm although somehow the timing was completely in the stranger's hands. He looked
lovingly into her face as he rested his thumb on her lip and listened to her accelerating
breathing. And then, almost as if she didn't know or couldn't control what she was doing, she
closed her eyes, took his thumb into her mouth and began to suck. Susan was no expert on giving
head or even on sucking thumbs, for that matter, but she was clearly lost in the feelings of the
moment and was performing an oral sexual act on this hand which had four times assaulted her
breasts; on this man who had abducted her or at least arranged for her abduction. And as she did
so, the stranger accelerated his massage of Susan's clitoris and pressed it in a way he hadn't
before. Quickly Susan's breathing became extremely chaotic-- blowing mostly through her nose and
around the stranger's thumb. Her pussy felt excited in ways she had never experienced before. She
felt an incredible pressure building up in her, crying for release. She lost track of the man's
thumb, opened her mouth wide, and began grunting with an amazing animal abandon. The stranger went
back to massaging her nipples. And then, when he gauged the moment to be exactly right, he grabbed
her left nipple with two fingers and her clitoris with two on the other hand, and squeezed, just
so. Susan's orgasm was like a cosmic release, rending her body and soul. As she came, the stranger
released her nipple completely but continued to play with her cunt using an entirely new pattern
and kept the orgasm spasming for a full five minutes. By then, Susan had been reduced to an almost
mindless animalistic state. And when he was finally satisfied with her responses, he gently tapered
off, stopping just short of driving her into unconsciousness. Then he bent over her, bringing his
face to within inches of hers; forcing her to look deeply into his eyes for a long minute as he
smiled at her. He then leaned forward and kissed her deeply. And almost thoughtlessly she kissed
him back as he completed the process which drove her into a deep sleep from which she did not awake
until the next day. 

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