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THE COLLECTOR
Chapter Six
The long, harsh memories of the first night behind her, then a few more routine nights of stripping and she satisfies him with her progress. Confident of her abilities, researching the area’s ‘gentlemen’s clubs’ he has her accept a position further up state. Dyeing her hair red, blue contact lenses and a downgrade in cars from her Mercedes to an older Cadillac to drive to work, in just a couple nights she advises him she’s found a couple girls, either of which would be easy prey. Both single and neither overly friendly with the staff, one actually a real bitch, their disappearances probably wouldn’t raise much attention. The decision’s made to abduct both the same evening.
Leaving the club in a light but steady rain after closing, the three girls run toward their cars around the back of the building together, athletic bags under their shoulders. His assistant jumps into the driver’s side door of the black Caddy, starting it up as the others hesitantly stop next to theirs, noticing flat tires on both. Hitting the button on the driver’s door, letting her passenger window barely lower, she yells out toward them above their cursing comments.
“Need some help?... Hop in out of the rain.” Hitting another button, the truck popping open, she adds. “There, toss your bags in the trunk, we’ll get some help.”
Shaking their heads, the blonde kicks the left front tire of her car with another expletive before both hurl their bags into the trunk. The blonde first then the dark haired girl slip across the seat from the passenger side door, yank it shut. As his assistant momentarily keeps their attention, he calculatingly rises up from the rear floorboard, leaning quickly between the two; Jamming the pair of syringes into their necks in just a few seconds the abductions are well under control as the car drives around the back side of the lot.
The hour and a half drive’s uneventful after the girls are hogtied and placed in the trunk just down the street in a vacant lot. Arriving at the estate, parking in the garage, the barely semiconscious girls are acquainted with their new surroundings. Stripped naked, electronic chocker collars affixed around their throats, they’re tossed into separate barren cells with just seedy mattresses, left until morning.
A few hours sleep, the assistant checking on the other pair of girls still in isolated darkness, his attention’s again focused on the newly abducted. Opening the first cell door, the blonde haired girl curled on the mattress in a fetal position, she glares toward him as he steps into the barren room. The small hand held device in his hand, he nods for her to get up as she turns her head away, toward the wall. A short press of the button, she screams as her body jerks, her hands reflexively grabbing at the collar. “Aaaggghhh!”
“Make it easy on yourself… It only gets worse.” He almost quietly orders. “Get up or the next one’s twice as strong.”
Tears in her swollen eyes, barely shaking her head as she turns, she begins to speak. Where… What.. What are yo…… Aaaggghhh!” Another flick of the button and she buckles in pain, jerking at the collar.
“I said get up… And absolute silence… Speaking’s forbidden… Absolutely forbidden, whore!”
Quivering, still gripping the shinny black collar pressing against her throat with both trembling hands, she slips off from the mattress, stands shakily in front of him. Virtually naked, a stripper’s body, breasts obviously augmented with the areolas tan ovals behind the pierced nubs of her nipples, both globes sway above her flattened stomach, her pierced navel.
“Follow me.” Stepping out of the cell, turning away from her then slowly walking down the hallway past a couple doors, he hesitates, opens the door to his left as he threateningly raises the device in his hand. “Inside… Up on the stool… Arms out to your sides… Time to get prepared.”
Hesitantly obeying, slowly stepping onto the stool as she focuses on the floor, she barely raises her arms out to her sides, her heart pounding in her chest. Frantically watching, almost bewildered, she sees the long strands of wire in his hand as he steps toward her naked body. Legs trembling, breasts barely swaying, she feels the tightness of the collar almost chocking her as her arms quiver outward.
“Keep your arms out… Don’t move.” He orders as he stretches out the first wire, holds it out in front of her bare chest.
Centering and sliding it across her breasts, he presses the thin wire directly across her areolas just under the nubs of her nipples. Twisting the wire under her arms and behind her back, he flattens and tugs her breasts toward her armpits. Crisscrossing the wire’s ends, tugging them back around her sides he stretches the wire out in front of her, one end under her right breast and one end over her left, just a couple inches above and below the horizontal wire. Flattening her breasts even further against her chest, he tightly crisscrosses the wire yet again. Reaching behind her, twisting and wrapping the ends of the wire together as he loops the ends back around her sides, he reverses the bindings, one over her right and the other under her left globe. Snugging the wire even tighter as her compressed breasts bulge between the three spread strands of crisscrossing bindings, he adjusts the trio of strands across her flattened globes.
“Spread your legs apart.”
Shuffling her feet on the flat surface of the stool precariously close to the edges, the pain of the crisscrossing wire digging into the mounds of her bare breasts pulse in her chest as her arms painfully waver outward from her sides. Grunting as she feels even more wire crisscrossing her thighs, then her butt cheeks as he pinches at the folds of her labia, stretching the twin flaps apart and binding them to her inner thighs, her vagina’s obscenely spread open, the wire sinking, disappearing into her quivering flesh as he twists and turns the ends of the tightening metal wire across the small of her back.
“There… Let’s see.” He softly speaks as he finishes with the lower binding, reaches out and pinches her left nipple. Twisting, tugging, he forces the nub out over the taut wire. Reaching across, digging for her other nipple, giving it a quick twist and tug, he flips it out over the horizontal wire. “Okay… The nipples look good… Now your clit.”
Reaching between her thighs, tugging at her clitoris, it glistens from the clit hood as it peaks out from between her spread slit. “That’s good.” He smiles as her legs tremble, her arms waver further down toward her sides. “Finished for now… Back to the cell… Come with me.”
Painfully stepping from the stool, the wires continuing to borrow into her, she lets her arms lower toward her sides. Barely able to walk as the wires grip her pinching flesh, she apprehensively watches his fingers on the device’s button as he steps toward the door. “Hurry it up girl… We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
Led back to the cell and shut inside she shuffles to the mattress. Barely able to sit, finally laying back and stretching out on her back, the burning, searing sensations of the wires digging into her discoloring flesh mounts with each movement. Stunned, barely able to comprehend what’s happened to her, she tries to lay motionless, her heart pounding, forcing her bare breasts to pulse in their bindings as she slips her fingers over the taut wires. Hearing the next cell door open, faint words a scream, she quickly realizes what’s obviously happening. Another scream, more muffled words and the door shutting, she hears the whimpers as her stripper friend’s led past the cell, down the hallway.
Leading her down the hall, the only difference a thick black scarf wrapped across her eyes, they’re met by his assistant as they enter the room across from the one he just used. A chair sits in the center of the floor, a hollow bottom, a hollow back. Mainly just thin flat rails with multiple perforated openings, the girl’s led toward it and turned around. Shoved back, forced to sit, her large, natural breasts sway, bounces as she’s forced to straddle the slats. Her wrists and ankles are tightly cuffed to the chair’s rails as her head twists back and forth, her long hair disheveled, in matted strands. Bare breasts heaving, she squirms across the slates as her hands clinch into fists.
“She’s the bitch… A fucking cunt!” His assistant smirks as she grips the girl’s left breast, twists the nipple while pinching it between her fingernail and thumbnail.
“Aaaaggghhh!!” A shrill scream as a splotch of blood drips from the assistant’s twisting fingers.
“Can we shut her the fuck up… Sir?” She asks as she again twists, jerks at the stretching breast while getting an approving nod from him.
“Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”
Ripping the scarf from the girl’s eyes, stuffing it deep down into her throat, their eyes lock as the girl recognizes the assistant. “I’m going to enjoy this.” She smirks, still staring into the disoriented girl’s darting eyes. “Can I hurt her?... Please, Sir?”
A quiet nod’s all she needs as she presses her open left hand across the outer globe of the shackled girl, makes a fist with her right hand. “Watch this bitch!” ‘Smack!’ A roundhouse punch, her fist sinks into the inner curve of her bulging mound.
“Oomph!”
A tighter grip, another roundhouse punch. ‘Smack!’
“Agghhhh!”
“Proud of these… Aren’t you Bitch?” A third punch. ‘Smack!’
“Aaaggghhh!” Another muffled scream as the girl frantically glares down toward her bruising globe, tears streaming down her face, dripping across her heaving, naked breasts.
Glancing toward him, she asks. “Can I wire her tits Sir?... Please?”
Again an affirmative nod as he watches the gleam in her eye, the sadistic side of her nature. Handing her the pair of thin wires he takes a step back, yet another nod.
Slipping a wire around the battered breast, sliding it firmly across the girl’s breastbone, she loops, twists, twists again, and again. The muffled cries are barely audible as the girl trembles, shake in the creaking chair as she stretches upwards, arches her back against the slate. Her breast swelling, bulging, discoloring to a deep shade of purple, her areola, nipple darken, thicken with each sadistic turn. Her already large breast begins to form an almost symmetrical globe, round and hard, seemingly on the verge of bursting even before the last couple twists.
Stepping around the chair, looping the second wire around the other breast, more loops, more twists as she rocks in the chair as that instantly discoloring melon bulges, appears to also nearly burst as the wire’s looped around another couple bindings. Eyes rolling, head twisting, the girl’s grunts, muffled pleadings just add to the assistant’s aggressiveness. Turning toward him, she asks. “Can I bind her clit too, Sir?”
Another nod, another wire, another muffled scream as the wire’s twisted around the nub of the girl’s clitoris stretching out from between her thighs, across her shaven pubic mound. Jerking, bouncing across the slates, unintelligible mutterings from the ripping scarf, the girl’s clit’s stretched upward by the wire as the thin metal strand’s looped around the front of the chocker collar, tugged tightly between her bulging, almost blackened globes.
“How’s that feel Bitch!” She rasps as she leans directly in front of the terrorized girl’s face. “How’s those tits and pussy look now cunt?... How proud are you of them now?”
“Let’s get her back to her cell.” He interrupts. “Give her some time alone with her thoughts while we plan their afternoon… By the way, tonight’s bringing a few guests by… We’re closing the deal for another placement... With these two, we’ll be down to three again.”
Unshackling the terrified girl from the chair, cuffing her trembling wrists behind her back, she’s led back toward the cell, hunched over by the taut wires crisscrossing her torso. Reaching the cell door, whimpering, stumbling as the wires dig deeper into her tortured flesh, she’s shoved across the mattress face forward, the cell door slammed shut.
Glancing toward him, the assistant smiles. “Thank you… Sir!”
End Part 6
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