A Summer's Night.....Chapter Ten......Now or Never
I am completely torn up inside now. Should I try a daring escape? Should I
hope that the Johnson's do indeed purchase both of us? Do I put both Pamela and
I in danger by a failed escape attempt? If the Johnson's do buy us, will they
keep us together forever or eventually separate us anyway? What if the life of
a slave wears on me after some time? Am I truly a submissive sex slave now? I
now crave being whipped and abused with all of it leading to my body being used
in any way by anyone. I have become so attached to Pamela now; will I ever be
able to be separated from her? If I don't like being a slave, will I be allowed
to walk away from it, or possibly buy my way out of it? Somehow, I think I know
the answer to that last question.
If only I could have a few moments alone with Pamela to discuss things with her,
perhaps we could come to a mutual decision, but the way we left it this morning
was that it was my choice and my initiative that would begin any escape attempt.
If it was just me, I would go for it, but if we fail, I would feel so guilty at
what might happen to my dear sweet Pamela.
We are brought down the stairs into the gym for our daily workout shortly after
the guys leave. As always, we were allowed to put on gym shoes for our workout.
These are the only clothes I've had on now for at least a week. I am losing
track of time. The pain and pleasure that my body has undergone since I've been
here has transformed me into someone I don't really recognize anymore. I had
such a good life before all this. A good job, a nice place to live, my puppy,
all things in the past now.
It comes to me in a flash. I cannot allow myself to go down without putting up
a fight. If we are caught, then we will just have to try to get through
anything that they do to us. The more I think about it, Bryan is so concerned
about us having perfect bodies, maybe they wouldn't hurt us too bad after all.
Of course, with his temper, they might kill us and leave us for the rats. I
can't concern myself with that now. I must act and try to save us both.
We always have to start out with at least a half-hour on the treadmill.
Sometimes they turn it up faster than usual just to make it harder on us, but
today it is back to normal. They probably don't want us worn out for what the
Johnson's have in mind for us later today. We have to do our weight lifting
after that. I keep looking for an opportunity to at least cut the numbers down
to two on two, but so far, all three of them have been watching us.
We are doing our arm curls with ten pound weights in each hand while sitting on
a bench together. They tell us this is to build up our breast tissue to make
them firmer. I'm not disputing that with them, my boobs are looking great now,
and so do Pamela's. Dutch says she's thirsty and wants a water and asks if the
other two need one. They both say yes. To my surprise, she even asks us if
we'd like one. "Oh yes, please, Madam Dutch, if we sluts may please have one"
we both say together. "Haven't these sluts been taught well, girls?" Dutch asks
the other two. "The whip usually can turn a woman into a slut in no time,"
Madge says and they all laugh. Dutch goes up the stairs and I know this might
be our only chance. I sneak a quick look over at Pamela and she nods lightly
without anyone seeing her. I know that she is thinking the same thing that I
am. Madge and Hazel are both lifting weights, with Hazel spotting for Madge.
Madge is lying down on the bench lifting weights and then Hazel reaches down and
helps her put the bar back in place. We both leap from the bench and I hit
Hazel square on the side of the head with one of my weights. Pamela smashes
hers into the forehead of Madge and they both go out like lights. Hazel made
some noise when she hit the floor and I thought that Dutch might have heard her
upstairs. We quickly go to the doorway leading into the gym and stand on either
side of it; both of us have our arms cocked with a weight ready. We hear her
coming down the steps and as soon as we have the chance, we both jump in front
of her and hit her on either side of the head with our weights. Dutch hits the
floor like she was shot, with five water bottles hitting the floor with her.
We both look at each other, our eyes wild. My heart is beating so fast that I
think I'm going to choke. "We better tie them up before they come to," Pamela
says. "That shouldn't be too hard to do in this place," I say and we both have
a soft laugh. "Let's drag this bitch over by the other two," I tell her. We
each take an arm and start dragging Dutch across the carpet to where the other
two are lying. "Let's strip them before we hang them up," Pamela says with a
sparkle in her eye. I'm starting to like the way this girl thinks. It doesn't
take long to slide all three of them out of their sundresses, leaving them in
nothing but panties. "These too!" she gleefully says and off come the panties.
I run up the stairs to get another pair of cuffs since there were only two pairs
in the gym. Pamela has two of them cuffed by the wrists in front as I come down
with another pair. We quickly get Dutch cuffed up and then we bring one of the
chains down from the ceiling and hook up Madge and Hazel together. I bring down
the second chain and hook up Dutch and then we start the wheel that raises the
chain up. Oh, we both know the sound of the chain rolling up so well by now, it
happened to us so many times. We watch as our three tormentors are raised to
their feet with their arms high over their heads. "How high should we bring
them?" Pamela asks while smiling. "Stretch them out, the way they liked to do
to us," I answer her. Pamela stops the wheel as the women are stretched out so
much that their toes are the only things on the ground. "Stuff their panties in
their mouths so when they wake up they won't start screaming," I say. We pull
their jaws open and shove a pair of panties in each mouth. Pamela grabs a roll
of tape and tapes the panties into their mouths. "You know something Gayle",
she starts, "I'd love to get the enema bags and pump about a gallon of water
into each of them right now." "I would too, Pamela, but we better get out of
here, I don't want to be here when the guys get home," I tell her.
"Here, take a sundress and put it on, I'm sick of being naked," I say to her as
I hand her Hazel's dress. It feels so good to have something on for a change.
I feel the touch of the cotton sundress next to my skin and it feels divine.
"My beach house was about half a mile down the beach," I say to Pamela. "I
think mine was farther away then that," she answers. "I don't think there are
any phones in this place, all I ever saw was a cell phone and Bryan usually had
it," Pamela says as we start up the stairs. We look around the living room and
don't see any phones anywhere. We go to the front door and find it locked from
the outside. "Damn, let's try the patio door," I say to her. We get there and
it's locked too. "We can't get this far and then be trapped in this house," I
say with just a bit of panic in my voice. "Let's break the patio door," Pamela
says as we start to look around for something to break it with. "Here are their
golf clubs, let's try this," I say as I hand her an iron. We both stand back
and take our hardest swing at the center of the glass door. It explodes in a
sea of glass chips. "Are you OK?" I ask her. "Yep, how about you?" she
answers. "Let's get the hell out of here. We'll get to my beach house and call
the police. We decide to use the beach side instead of the street side and we
run down the sand, our hearts beating so fast. Tears are streaming down my
face. I am free with my lover. I look over at her and she is crying too. We
both stop and look at each other. Our arms wrap around each other in a warm and
tender embrace. I kiss her softly on her lips and tell her that we better get
to the house. We start running again and I can see the house coming up. I
wonder if any of my stuff is even still there. When I left the place on that
fateful walk, I didn't think I'd be leaving it open for over a week.
We get to the patio door and go inside. It looks as though someone had been in
there and looted the place pretty well. At this point, that doesn't matter to
me. I pick up the phone and call the police. I tell them to please send some
officers to my place so that we can tell them this incredible story. I ask that
at least one of them be a female officer. While we are waiting, I find some of
my clothes that hadn't been stolen. It must have been guys who came in and
helped themselves. We both put on some fresh clothes and wait for the cops.
When they arrive, we briefly tell them what had happened to us. We say that the
three men will be back any minute and they were the ringleaders. They call for
some more help and about 8 cops go over there and wait for them. We look at
each other and kind of snicker, thinking that the three women should be awake
now and how the police were going to find them. The female officer stays with
us and we continue to tell her our story. She is flabbergasted that something
like this was going on in their small Florida town.
We hear the roar of motorcycles coming down the street as we are talking.
"That's them!" Pamela says. We look out our window and see the three of them
riding by on their way to their beach house. After about fifteen minutes, we
hear many sirens coming down the street. "Can we go out and watch, officer?" I
ask the policewoman. "Let me go out their first, ladies, I'll signal you to come
out if I think it is safe," she tells us. We watch out the front window and
then she waves for us to come out. We rush out the door and look down the
street. We can see the three men being led out of the house and into a paddy
wagon, followed by the three women. "It looks like they let the three bitches
put something on, that's too bad," I say to Pamela. We both snicker a little
bit. We watch as the paddy wagon takes off, taking a piece of my life with it.
