Slaves Of Vengeance [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Declan Brand
eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
eBook Description: Sarah Jane, university basketball cheerleader - Kidnapped! Kristen, rookie cop - Kidnapped! The common link - they are sisters, and daughters of the Deputy Chief of Police, Robyn Scott. The daughters are kidnapped and humiliated as bait to lure their mother into the trap laid by a sado-masochistic group led by the son of a man she helped put behind bars. The videos she is sent of the suffering girls convinces her to follow the demands of the gang, but as she steps naked into the unknown she has no idea what is about to befall her and her daughters, as they head towards a life of enforced slavery. Her only hope is that the cop she has looked up to throughout her meteoric rise to the top, will come to rescue her, but will he get there in time...
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/FetishWorld
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2011
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Sarah Jane cried softly in the darkness. She knew she'd been kidnapped--she'd realized it as soon as she regained consciousness. She also realized that she couldn't allow her stomach to empty itself--as it was trying hard to do. If I throw up with this...thing in my mouth, I'll suffocate for sure
She thought back on what had happened. It was that guy in the front row, she told herself. The guy I was--admit it!--teasing during the game. She had seen his eyes on her, knew that he knew what she was doing. He came back to the locker room area and punched me when I came out of the bathroom. Now he's got me in--what, a car trunk? She bit down hard on the rubber thing in her mouth. And when we get to wherever we're going, something bad is going to happen! Despite the way she treated men, she was still a virgin. He might rape me--beat me up.
She began to feel really afraid as the car slowed down, turned--and stopped.
"Okay," Michael Fennady--Mick to the very few he called friend--smiled as the nondescript Ford pulled into the big garage. "Put it over there." The outside door cranked shut as the car turned into the indicated space. "Did you get them?"
"What do you think," Jake came out of the driver's door. "Of course we got them!"
"Bring them out." Mick smiled. "Let's see what the bitches looks like."
Brownie and Ronald were already at the trunk, popping it open and reaching inside. Brownie picked up the first package and lifted it out with no apparent effort, dumping it in front of Mick with no regard for what was inside.
The second package, lighter, plopped down next to the first an instant later.
"Open 'em up."
Ronald bent down next to his bag and undid the catch holding the top closed. He pulled it open, then got a good grip on the bottom of the bag and lifted.
Sarah Jane, bound into a ball of flesh, rolled out.
"This is the cheerleader--the younger one."
"Yep." Ronald put a hand on her ass, massaging it between his fingers. "And she's a real prick tease."
"We'll fix that." Mick turned to Brownie. "Let's see the pig."
Seconds later, Kristin was dumped next to her sister, still tightly hogtied.
"Nice muscle tone." Mick walked around the two girls. "I wonder which hair color is natural." He turned to Brownie. "Mom's what, brunette?"
"One way to find out." Ronald's face showed an undertone of excitement. "Right?"
"One sure way." Mick agreed. "Strip 'em down and let's see."
The men hustled to do as they were told--after all, all of them were as keenly interested in seeing what their captives looked like without clothing as Mick was.
"Shouldn't we get them inside first?" Jake's eyes darted around the confined area of the garage, touching on the multiple windows that ran across the top of the outside door.
"Afraid they'll catch cold?" Mick's voice was rich with sarcasm. But even as he spoke, his eyes moved in the same direction as Jake's--and he thought about what might happen if someone picked this moment to look through one of those windows. "You're right, though. We don't want to give anyone outside a show, do we?" He nodded thoughtfully. "And my cameras are all set up inside..." He shrugged. "Okay--bring them in----might as well strip them where it's nice and warm."
He motioned all of them toward the door leading into the main portion of the building's basement, watching as Ronald and Brownie lifted the two captives and Jake picked up the bags--good thought, Mick told himself. Don't want to leave any evidence lying around...
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Bastards! Kristin groaned as the big man picked her up and bent her painfully-tied form over his shoulder. Now that they've got us here--wherever here is, they're going to strip us naked! She saw Sarah Jane carried through the door in front of her. Sarah Jane too
Anger flowed through her. How dare these men do this? Mom was going to make them pay--Kristin was sure of that...
But how long will that take? She oofed into her gag as she was dropped onto the floor in another room. And what will happen to us in the meantime?
She set her teeth, biting deep into the rubber ball that filled her mouth. But what can I do? A sudden thought popped into her mind. They're going to have to untie me to strip me! She looked around, saw the four men spread out in the new room. When they do... She prepared herself to use her years of training--she would strike out the moment her hands were free--do as much damage as she could.
Maybe it'll give Sarah a chance to make a run for it. She took a deep breath as the biggest of the men approached her. I'll go for the groin, then when he doubles over, try to smash his larynx. She visualized the sequence of movements that would take. Yeah, I can do this. She blocked out what they would undoubtedly do to her afterwards, and kept her eyes fixed on the big man as he reached her side and squatted down. Come on and untie me--then we'll see just how big and strong you really are!
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Brownie smiled as he saw the girl's muscles bunch. She's going to try to fight! He shook his head. On the one hand, it showed she had real spirit--something she would need later on. On the other...
He glanced back--Mick had the camera running and nodded that it was okay to go ahead. "Let's do it!"
I'd like to let her try to fight. He squatted down beside her. It'd be fun to show her how just how bad an idea that would be. He took a deep breath and reached into his pocket. But that's gonna have to wait for some other time..
"I can see that you're planning on putting up a fight." He kept his voice steady as he pulled out a long-bladed clasp knife. "Under other circumstances," he brought her chin up so he could see into her eyes. "I'd just untie you and let you try it." He opened the knife. "But my buddy Mick doesn't want your pretty face messed up, and so..." He slid the blade under the material of her blouse and applied pressure. The knife, honed to a razor edge, sliced through the material from her neck to her waist. He pulled the two halves apart and sliced through the bits of material that formed the blouse's short sleeves, then pulled the whole thing off, leaving the girl's top half bare save for a rather utilitarian white bra.
"High class girl like you!" He grinned and touched the bra. "You should have something nicer than this!" The knife moved again, and he tossed the remnants of the bra to one side. "Now let's see what you've got." He grabbed her hair and rolled her onto her back, ignoring the muffled cry of pain the rough treatment brought.
"Not bad." He ran a hand over her breasts, weighing them--exhibiting them to the watching eyes of the other men and the unblinking gaze of the camera. "Bigger than I would have thought." He smiled into her hate-filled eyes. "Congratulations."
He shifted his stance a bit, unbuttoned her jeans. "Don't move now." The knife came into play again, slicing down the leg of her pants from waist to ankle. He pulled her onto her back and repeated the procedure on the other side, then grabbed the rags from the bottom and pulled them free.
"Good legs, too." He ran a hand down her flank, smiling as she tried to pull away. "Now let's see what color your hair really is." The knife sliced the edges of her panties as if they were paper--and he pulled them free, turning her body to show the result to everyone. "A real blonde!" He smiled again. "I never would have believed it!" He took a moment to check her bondage, making sure her ankles were still tightly attached to the handcuffs around her wrists. Then he set her on her side and faced her toward the still tightly-tied figure of Sarah Jane.
"Little sister's turn." He grabbed a handful of hair and kept the blonde's head pointed in the direction he wanted. "And you're gonna watch real careful!"