Bondage/aejn
                                Felix Dartmouth (C)
                                   Segment - AEJ N
                   After this binding was accomplished by whom Stacy supposed was the 
              assistant, he looped a length of the thin cord about the necks of both 
              Stacy and Katrina and tied them together.  The he tied a longer cord to 
                                the rope that joined their throats. 
                  "Vengan!"  he ordered, and then enforced his order before Stacy and 
               Katrina had a willing chance to comply by pulling tautly on the rope, 
             using it as a throttle to compel them toward his desired destination, in 
                      the same general direction as they had taken Fernando. 
                  Fernando was the last thought from Stacy's mind at the present.  As 
               she stumbled down the jungle road, she tried to look over at Katrina, 
             being pulled along beside her with her own hands tied tightly behind her 
              back, but Katrina, too, was paralyzed with fear, and was afraid to look 
                 over at her fellow captor for fear of reprimand from her captors. 
                     After several hundred yards, and after a bend in the road, the 
               quartet approached an army jeep.  One of the men took a knife and cut 
              the cord that joined their throats, and allowed the noose around their 
               necks, and the cord attached dangle as a handle.  The elegantly clad 
             Stacy and the simply clad Katrina were helped in, with Stacy in the back 
                seat and Katrina in the front seat.  The man who had done the tight 
               tying drove, and the man with the gun took the back seat with Stacy.  
             The girls' ankles were tightly lashed together in a crossed position, in 
               a manner that any excess movement would cause pain, but they were not 
                                              gagged. 
                    With their bound hands and tied legs and no seatbelts, Stacy and 
              Katrina found it difficult to maintain their balance in the open roofed 
             jeep.  They each feared that they might be thrown from the speeding jeep 
                while rounding a turn.  They were driven for mile after mile.  The 
               mountain wind blew against their faces and through their hair.  Their 
              captors were silent.  In the back seat, the man who sat with Stacy kept 
               a respectful distance from her, and in fact even once steadied her by 
              holding her elbow as the jeep rounded a particularly dangerous curve.  
              The driver was too busy with the mountain road to bother much with the 
               tied Katrina, who had to cope the best she could, by turning her legs 
              toward the driver, and sitting sideways with her bound hands toward the 
                                       outside of the jeep. 
                  They approached the top of one of the many small mountains, smaller 
                 cousins of the great Rocky Mountains further north, and Stacy and 
                    Katrina both saw a city below with lights over a wide area. 
                   The driver stopped the car.  The man in the backseat pulled a ball 
                 gag out of his bag and pulled Stacy over by forming a ponytail of 
               Stacy's hair with his hand and pulling her over.  He was rather rough 
              with her, although she showed no signs of non-compliance, and he lifted 
              the ball up to her mouth.  She opened wide to receive it, and he placed 
              it behind her teeth.  He then pulled both the leather straps around her 
                head and buckled them under her hair.  Then he handed a gag to the 
              driver to affix on Katrina.  Knowing she had no choice, she leaned over 
             toward him with her mouth open.  He strapped the gag around her face and 
              buckled the strap under her long dark hair.

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  Katrina gnawed on the gag 
                                    to adjust it in her mouth. 
                   The jeep slowly started and began driving at a slow speed through 
               the outskirts of the city.  There were not many people on the street, 
             and those that were did not really seem concerned about the four figures 
                on the jeep.  If they had been able to see that the two girls were 
              thoroughly trussed up and gagged, they did not so indicate, either out 
                                     of fear or indifference. 
                  They pulled up to a warehouse-type of building, and the two men got 
              out and went inside, leaving their two prisoners in the jeep.  Katrina 
                 looked back at Stacy desperately, and Stacy returned her panicked 
               glance, but thus trussed, there was nothing that either of them could 
               do.  The street appeared deserted, and they could not have called out 
              even if there were anyone on the street.  A few feeble attempts to move 
               to a position where she could get at Katrina's wrist bonds left Stacy 
              with sore wrists and ankles, frustrated, and breathing heavily through 
                          her nose over her mouth-filling black ball gag. 
                     Katrina tried to say something in Spanish through her gag, and 
              Stacy tried to say "What," but even if they were not gagged, they could 
              not effectively communicate with each other, and since they were, they 
                  could not effectively communicate with any potential rescuers. 
                  Three men came out of the warehouse, different from the men who had 
                  taken them in the wilderness and delivered them so effectively 
              restrained.  One man, reaching into the backseat, grabbed Stacy roughly 
                and with quick hands and evaluated the manner in which she had been 
              trussed up.  Seeing that her legs were tied, he pulled out a knife, and 
              expertly cut the thin cords that had been knotted so many times around 
              and between her ankles.  He pulled her from the jeep, and seeing that a 
               thin cord hung as a convenient handle from her throat, he wrapped the 
              cord around his fist as a throttle.  Katrina was subjected to much the 
                     same procedure, and the two were lead into the warehouse. 
                     As the prisoners were lead through the building, business-like 
                office hallways gave way to cavernous darkness, and then to a dingy 
               small storage area.  They were taken through a door, and both Katrina 
               and Stacy were shocked and terrified to see a space of prison cells.  
             They could not tell how many, but there were more than five, there maybe 
                                        were ten or more.  
                     As they were lead past, Stacy caught a glance of another young 
              woman, with long dark hair, in an evening gown, with black kid leather 
               gloves, lying hogtied and sobbing wildly on the floor of a cell.  She 
                imagined that this unfortunate woman had been taken at some formal 
             affair.  An evening of glamour had become for her a lifetime of hopeless 
              bondage.  Wanting to stop and see, she turned her head and was rewarded 
                       by a stinging tug on the thin cord tied to her neck. 
                    Both women, in their bonds, were photographed.  First they were 
              photographed with their gags in place, then the gags were removed, and 
               they photographed without them.  About twenty pictures were taken of 
              each woman, from different angles, with close ups and full body shots. 
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