Author's note: A little story by request from a friend of mine. (incomplete and ongoing)
It was one of those hot summer evenings in the summer of 1964. Once the ambient temperature had dropped a little, Martin and his wife Mimi had been for a stroll along the beach. As they had walked along, hand in hand, it seemed that the world was indeed an idyllic place.
At the age of thirty-seven, Martin was a little older than Mimi, who had just turned thirty. They had been married for over ten years. It was their first real holiday together since their honeymoon, which had been a rushed affair because of business commitments. They had never really had the money to spare on holidays, what with buying a house and other things, but finally they had managed to save enough, and at last they were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
It was fairly modest as holidays go; nothing too ambitious such as "going abroad" had been considered. Instead they had chosen Dorset, with its quaint old villages, little fishing ports, and rustic charm. Somewhere where the pace of life was unhurried and they could take it easy for a fortnight. Nothing much ever seemed to happen in this extreme south western part of England, and that was just what they were looking for: peace and tranquillity.
It was one of those hot summer evenings in the summer of 1964. Once the ambient temperature had dropped a little, Martin and his wife Mimi had been for a stroll along the beach. As they had walked along, hand in hand, it seemed that the world was indeed an idyllic place.
At the age of thirty-seven, Martin was a little older than Mimi, who had just turned thirty. They had been married for over ten years. It was their first real holiday together since their honeymoon, which had been a rushed affair because of business commitments. They had never really had the money to spare on holidays, what with buying a house and other things, but finally they had managed to save enough, and at last they were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
It was fairly modest as holidays go; nothing too ambitious such as "going abroad" had been considered. Instead they had chosen Dorset, with its quaint old villages, little fishing ports, and rustic charm. Somewhere where the pace of life was unhurried and they could take it easy for a fortnight. Nothing much ever seemed to happen in this extreme south western part of England, and that was just what they were looking for: peace and tranquillity.
On the way back from the beach, they had stopped off for a drink at an old inn, down by the fishing port. Now they were ambling, arm in arm, back to their hotel, which was located at the upper end of the little town.
Mimi was wearing a blue floral dress with a white cardigan. She was slightly on the plump side without being overburdened with fat, rather pretty, of medium height and with straight brown hair that curled up at the ends.
Mimi was wearing a blue floral dress with a white cardigan. She was slightly on the plump side without being overburdened with fat, rather pretty, of medium height and with straight brown hair that curled up at the ends.
Martin was taller at five feet nine inches; he was quite slim, had an angular face, and had short fair hair parted on the left. An athlete he was not, preferring reading and the theatre to aggressive spectator sports like football. He was wearing an open-necked white shirt and grey slacks. For a living, he advised clients on mortgages and financial services in a small building society, which was based near London.
The couple made their way through the little dark backstreets exchanging little endearments and the occasional kiss. Suddenly, as they turned the corner, they were confronted by four burly men wearing camouflage jackets and balaclava helmets. One of them put a hand over Mimi’s mouth and held a bayonet to her throat.
The couple made their way through the little dark backstreets exchanging little endearments and the occasional kiss. Suddenly, as they turned the corner, they were confronted by four burly men wearing camouflage jackets and balaclava helmets. One of them put a hand over Mimi’s mouth and held a bayonet to her throat.
“Best not scream love or you’re fuckin' dead meat!” he hissed. His breath reeked of chewed garlic. To Martin he said. “You neither pal! Now, listen you two, and you better listen carefully. We are going for a ride in my van here, and it would be better if you do what you are told. Understand?"
His captives nodded vigourously to say that they understood perfectly.
Garlic seemed satisfied with the response.
"Good!" he said bruskly. "Now get in the back.”
His captives nodded vigourously to say that they understood perfectly.
Garlic seemed satisfied with the response.
"Good!" he said bruskly. "Now get in the back.”
One of the henchmen opened the back doors of a scruffy white Commer van, which was parked on the other side of the road. Almost before they knew it, Martin and Mimi were laying face down on a tatty piece of matting, and the van was moving down the road at a fair old pace. The three droogs were in the back with them. Mimi clung to Martin. She was shivering.
“I’m scared.” she whimpered.
“Shad up bitch.” said one of their captors, who smelled of stale tobacco, and had tattoos on his hands. “You don’t know what being scared is yet, but you're gonna find out soon enough. The others laughed.
“Please!” Mimi whimpered, getting up on one elbow . “Please don’t hurt us. Take our money and jewellery if you want but let us go. Ahh!” She broke off abruptly as she got slapped in the face. Martin wanted to help, but he was too frightened. He had a knife pressing into his side, and the point was digging into his ribs. Tattoo man gave him a slap in the mouth too, and sniggered.
The van drove on for what seemed an interminable time, before the alteration in road noise indicated that they had turned off of the made up road. They were clearly going down a rough track, because they were bouncing about all over the place. Presently the sound from the tyres seemed to indicate a gravel surface and the van glided to a stop. The driver pulled on the handbrake and killed the engine.
Outside footsteps could be heard walking along the outside of the vehicle then the back doors opened with a metallic clank and a black figure appeared against the dimly lit background.
“Okay out.” he snarled, directing his remarks mainly to Martin and Mimi. “Get in that barn over there.” He was pointing to a brick building with an open wooden door about five metres away.
“Come on shift it, we ain’t got all day!” He gave Martin some assistance with a well aimed boot up the ass.
“Come on shift it, we ain’t got all day!” He gave Martin some assistance with a well aimed boot up the ass.
The four hoods, gangsters, whatever they were, stood two each side and hustled their captives through the door, closing it with a bang behind them.
The space they found themselves in was about ten metres by five, and it was surrounded by straw bales stacked in various heights around the walls. Lighting was supplied by a few standard electric bulbs which hung from the rafters on electrical flex. Next to a rough wooden pillar in the middle of the earthen floor, dusty and straw strewn, stood a couple of dilapidated but sturdy dining chairs. The structure appeared to be a farm outbuilding.
The space they found themselves in was about ten metres by five, and it was surrounded by straw bales stacked in various heights around the walls. Lighting was supplied by a few standard electric bulbs which hung from the rafters on electrical flex. Next to a rough wooden pillar in the middle of the earthen floor, dusty and straw strewn, stood a couple of dilapidated but sturdy dining chairs. The structure appeared to be a farm outbuilding.
Martin and Mimi went to stand by the chairs. They appeared to be for their use and there was no other furniture in the barn.
“Right.” said the tallest of them , pointing at Martin. “Strip down to your underpants.” To Mimi he said: “Get that dress off, shoes and stockings as well, and be fucking quick about it!”
“Please……” began Mimi, her face white and tears forming in her blue eyes.
“Save it!” said Garlic Man.
Her lips puckered as she shook her head and reached behind, fumbling for her zipper.
“You too Ass-hole,” he said to Martin. "Let’s see if you remembered your clean underwear this morning.” All four of them laughed as Martin began to unbuckle his trouser belt.
The assailants looked on in undisguised pleasure as the clothes peeled off. Other than Garlic Man, who was about six feet tall, and perhaps fifty-five years old, there were the three others. All were heavily built and seemed to be in their late thirties to mid forties. One had heavily tattooed arms and hands, another had a thin clipped military moustache like a sergeant-major, and the smallest; the shortest and fattest of the three had a big nose and yellow uneven teeth. Garlic Man, Tattoo Man and Yellow Teeth spoke with what sounded like cockney accents; the sergeant major sounded Scottish, maybe Glaswegian. Garlic Man appeared to be the leader.
Despite delaying the process for as long as possible, Martin and Mimi were soon displaying their underwear. Martin was reduced to a pair of white cotton boxer shorts and Mimi was wearing a white lace-trimmed bra and a white nylon half-slip.
Garlic man leered approvingly.
“Right!” he sniggered at them, when the undressing had been completed. "Are we feeling comfortable?" He walked around both of them, pinging the waistband of the Martin’s underpants and Mimi's slip as he went.
“Very nice.” he laughed. "Okay,” he went on. “Now the fun really starts! You!” He was pointing at Mimi. “Take this rope and tie your friend here to a chair. And I would suggest you do a good job of it; nice and tight so that he can’t escape.”
With that he threw several lengths of thinnish nylon cord on the floor in front of her. Then he turned and punched Martin in the stomach, pushing him down on one of the chairs roughly; slapping him a couple of times in the face, and causing the henchmen to giggle with mirth.
“Sit there and enjoy yourself.” He laughed. “Ever been tied up by her before?”
When he got no reply two of the thugs hauled Martin to his feet again and he got another couple of punches, which doubled him over, leaving him gasping for breath.
“Stop it for God’s sake!” screamed Mimi. “Please leave him alone. I’ll do what you want; just don’t hurt him any more.”
“Well, well, well!” said Garlic man gripping Martin’s chin and putting his nose up close to his face. “Ain’t that nice? It seems like the little lady cares about you. How sweet!” Then he kneed him in the groin causing him to groan in pain and collapse back onto the chair again.
Mimi rushed to comfort him, but got held back by Tattoo man, who pinned her arms behind her back.
“Not so fast Missy!” he hissed. “Don’t forget you got a job to do. Pick up them ropes and get to it sharpish, before we give you a good slapping too.”
On the point of hysterics, Mimi turned and picked up the pieces of cord. Then she went over to where Martin was slumped on the chair and started to tie him up.
"I'm sorry Martin." she cried. "I have to do this or they will really hurt you. With that, she pulled his arms behind his back, crossed his wrists and bound them together. She briefly considered tying them loosely, but their captors would only do it again if she did, only much rougher, so she wound the ropes on hard and fixed the knots as tight as she could. After that she took more of the cord, securing him to the back of chair by his arms; then each of his ankles to a chair leg, so that his legs were spread wide.
When she stood up, Martin was trussed up like a turkey.
Garlic Man took a good look at her handiwork and nodded with grudging approval. "Nice work lady, he said. "You could have a job in our gang if we didn't have other plans. But we ain't finished here yet cause he ain't got a gag. I wonder what we can use for that. I know: get your panties off and stuff em in his mouth. Then you can tie em in with your stockings."
Mimi backed away but there was nowhere to run. She shook her head, pleading, but it was obvious that she was going to have to do it.
"Don't hurt her please!" shouted Martin. "Do what you want with me but ....." His voice tailed off as Yellow Teeth swiped him round the mouth again. Then Garlic Man went over and crouched down in front of him, putting his cold hands inside Martin's underpants and grabbing hold of his testicles.
"I ain't gonna tell you any more times," he said menacingly. "If you want to keep these little pieces, you better be quiet from now on, got it? " Then he took his hands away and pulled the underpants up tight and flicked the waistband on both sides. He seemed to enjoy doing that.
He turned to face Mimi, who reluctantly put her hands up under her slip and pulled down her thin white cotton panties. She was really sobbing now. Shaking her head in apology she folded them up and stuffed them into Martin's mouth; they only just fitted in and he almost choked. She tied them in place with her stockings as directed.
After that she turned and faced Garlic Man again, suddenly aware that it was her turn for attention. Desperately she said "Please no........" but she knew it would be to no avail.
"Now," said Garlic Man. "You are probably wondering why we brought you here, so I will tell you. I have had my eye on you for a couple of days now, ever since I saw you down on the beach. I thought to myself: "That plump little ass is just right for a caning and, from what I could see, "Dicksplash" here (pointing to the hapless Martin) ain't up to it. But I am, and you're gonna get your ass whipped good, but first I want to see your tits. Take off your bra."
Mimi was now past the will to resist. It seemed that she had no choice. She either took a caning and hope that they were released, or else they both got beaten up and she got caned anyway, perhaps worse. With an air of resignation, she reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp, allowing her bra to fall forward on the floor, exposing her full breasts to the others' gaze. All that she was wearing now was the white nylon half slip. Garlic seemed to like that too.
It was clear that Garlic Man was the undisputed leader of the gang, because the others did nothing without he ordered it. Tattoo and Yellowteeth stood beside Martin, one on either side of him, while Moustache guarded the door, which was the only exit as far as Mimi could see. Her situation was hopeless.
Garlic Man picked up a piece of cord and walked around Mimi, pulling her arms unceremoniously behind her back, and binding her wrists tightly together. She was helpless too now. From behind a straw bale, Garlic produced a long thin whippy cane and fixed his eyes on her breasts, running his tongue across his upper lip. He got hold of the free chair and positioned it about five metres in front of Martin's.
"Turn your back on loverboy and bend over the back of the chair." he ordered. I want him to see this and learn something." Upon seeing her hesitate he said: "You better do it love, cause you ain't got no choice. It's just a question of how rough the boys have to get, before you give in. We got plenty of rope left."
He was right; she had no choice. She turned to face the chair. Moustache, who was smirking with sadistic pleasure, was in her line of vision and guarding the door. She took a deep breath and bent over, feeling her breasts drop down against the cold hard wood, and the front of her slip fall to cover her knees. She felt cooler air swirl over her bottom as the back of the slip was lifted and tucked under her bound wrists. She heard a couple of angry swishes, and suddenly a fierce surge of pain took hold of her, as the cane cut into her unprotected flesh, just below the centre line of the buttocks.
She tried so desperately not to cry out, clenching her teeth together, but after the third stroke she could contain it no longer. She began to scream; initially no more than a whimper, but progressively louder in intensity, until each stroke was eliciting a loud shriek. The more noise she made, the better that Garlic appeared to like it.
He worked his way methodically over the cheeks of her bottom and down back of her thighs until, unable to sustain any more, she sank to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably and begging for mercy. Fifteen; perhaps twenty vicious strokes crashed into her unprotected flesh. Her buttocks and upper thighs were laddered with livid red weals. As she knelt, the silky nylon slip dropped down to hide them from view.
Meanwhile in spite of himself, Martin had developed an erection, which was bulging against his underpants. This was noticed by Yellowteeth, who yelled out for the others to come and look.
"Hey look at "Panty-Boy" here. He likes to see his woman whipped. Ain't that right Panty-Boy?" He put his hands inside the fly of Martin's underpants and pulled the penis out for all to see.
"Well now!" said Garlic. "It would be a shame to waste such a fine hard-on. Come on little girl, let's see you give Panty-Boy a good time. He likes seeing you caned obviously. I wonder if he likes a blow-job too.
He got a hold of Mimi's armpits and dragged her into a position between Martin's legs, with her mouth almost touching his penis.
"Get sucking." he sniggered, and he started to swish the cane on her backside until she put her mouth over the penis and began to suck it off. "Come on you slut. Let me hear you slurp as though you are really enjoying it!"
Her position hopeless, Mimi took Martins penis in her mouth, and began to suck.
Then, as she was attempting to find a steady rhythm, Garlic dropped his pants, lifted her slip and slipped his penis under the poop and into her pussy. He began pumping her hard. The three of them were coupled together.
"Slurp you slag!" yelled Garlic from behind her, thrusting deep inside her pussy with his dick, and making her wriggle. "Louder; I can't hear you!"
Desperately Mimi tried to make a slurping sound in response, but all that came out was a gurgling noise. She carried on sucking for about five minutes. Then she felt Martin's cock pulsating. Suddenly her mouth filled with salty semen, as he came in her mouth and it slid all down her throat. As she choked and spluttered, the voice behind her repeated its instructions. "Slurp and swallow bitch, slurp and swallow!"
"Aaaaaargh uugh." swallowed Mimi. She wanted to throw up.
Suddenly Garlic's dick was spasming too. She felt it inside her, throbbing urgently. Then she felt the warm cum juice squirting inside her pussy like a fountain, flinching as her slapped her badly caned ass with his hand, through the material of her petticoat.
"Aaaarrrh that feels fucking great. Like it do you bitch?" he yelled. He pumped her hard and rough before sliding out, and falling backwards on to the floor.
Mimi also fell to the floor, spluttering and coughing; trying to gag.
But she wasn't to get any respite. It was the others' turn. They dragged her over to some straw bales and bent her over. Yellow teeth shagged her first from behind; then Moustache and finally Tattoo, who turned her over and took her from the front. When they had done with her, Mimi was dumped semi-conscious on the floor, immobile and sore, her hands still tied behind her back.
"What are we going to do now?" asked Yellowteeth.
"How about we take out somewhere real lonely and stake 'em out?" suggested Garlic.
"Yeah, great idea!" chorused the others.
They untied Martin's feet, stood him up, then worked him over a bit until his mouth was swollen and bleeding. Then they dragged both captives outside, arms still tied tightly behind their backs, and stuffed them back in the van. All of their clothes and possessions were left in the barn.
They drove for perhaps half an hour and then the van stopped. The back doors opened. Outside it was almost pitch black, but there was a little moonlight. They appeared to be on a cliff somewhere. In the background there was the sound of surf breaking against the shore.
Martin and Mimi were bundled out and half dragged over some grassy ground. Moustache had some wooden pegs and some rope in his hands. They were heading towards the edge of the cliff. Suddenly they stopped and he began hammering the pegs into the ground. Then he staked Mimi out with her hands and feet spreadeagled and tied one limb to each peg. Then they did the same to Martin and walked off leaving the two victims side by side in a horizontal crucifixion.
Garlic took the gag from Martins mouth.
"There you go Son." he said. "You can call for help when we are gone. I hope you can shout nice and loud, because it's five miles to the nearest house." And with that they walked back down the slope.
The van started up and drove off leaving Martin and Mimi helpless and alone. It was still quite warm but there was no way they could escape. The ropes were tied too tight. They looked up at the stars and realised that, unless someone happened along and found them, they were doomed.
Desperately Mimi called out for help, but her cries were carried away on the wind and masked by the crashing of the surf somewhere down below them. No one was going to be around at that time of night. She tugged against her bonds in a futile attempt to escape but it was no use. The knots were too tight. At last her voice gave out and she began to pray.
For six hours they lay together side by side. Eventually the dawn broke and the birds began to sing. Fortunately the temperature had not dropped to critical levels, and they were both still alive, although only just and feeling very cold.
Then, as luck would have it, they were discovered shortly after dawn by a middle aged couple who had beeen walking their dogs along the cliff tops.
Both Martin and Mimi were suffering from hyperthermia and shock. However they had been found in time and they were rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. Their injuries were not life threatening and in a few days, they were fit enough to be released from the hospital.
Their relationship was never quite the same afterwards though. Mimi was less than pleased with Martin's behaviour during the kidnapping. In spite of being beaten up and restrained, he had not only got an erection when she was being caned by Garlic Man, but he had retained it through all of the time she was being made to suck him off, and being fucked afterwards.
It seemed to Mimi that, if Martin had truly loved her, he shouldn't have enjoyed her humilliation quite so much as he clearly had.
"I'm sorry Martin." she cried. "I have to do this or they will really hurt you. With that, she pulled his arms behind his back, crossed his wrists and bound them together. She briefly considered tying them loosely, but their captors would only do it again if she did, only much rougher, so she wound the ropes on hard and fixed the knots as tight as she could. After that she took more of the cord, securing him to the back of chair by his arms; then each of his ankles to a chair leg, so that his legs were spread wide.
When she stood up, Martin was trussed up like a turkey.
Garlic Man took a good look at her handiwork and nodded with grudging approval. "Nice work lady, he said. "You could have a job in our gang if we didn't have other plans. But we ain't finished here yet cause he ain't got a gag. I wonder what we can use for that. I know: get your panties off and stuff em in his mouth. Then you can tie em in with your stockings."
Mimi backed away but there was nowhere to run. She shook her head, pleading, but it was obvious that she was going to have to do it.
"Don't hurt her please!" shouted Martin. "Do what you want with me but ....." His voice tailed off as Yellow Teeth swiped him round the mouth again. Then Garlic Man went over and crouched down in front of him, putting his cold hands inside Martin's underpants and grabbing hold of his testicles.
"I ain't gonna tell you any more times," he said menacingly. "If you want to keep these little pieces, you better be quiet from now on, got it? " Then he took his hands away and pulled the underpants up tight and flicked the waistband on both sides. He seemed to enjoy doing that.
He turned to face Mimi, who reluctantly put her hands up under her slip and pulled down her thin white cotton panties. She was really sobbing now. Shaking her head in apology she folded them up and stuffed them into Martin's mouth; they only just fitted in and he almost choked. She tied them in place with her stockings as directed.
After that she turned and faced Garlic Man again, suddenly aware that it was her turn for attention. Desperately she said "Please no........" but she knew it would be to no avail.
"Now," said Garlic Man. "You are probably wondering why we brought you here, so I will tell you. I have had my eye on you for a couple of days now, ever since I saw you down on the beach. I thought to myself: "That plump little ass is just right for a caning and, from what I could see, "Dicksplash" here (pointing to the hapless Martin) ain't up to it. But I am, and you're gonna get your ass whipped good, but first I want to see your tits. Take off your bra."
Mimi was now past the will to resist. It seemed that she had no choice. She either took a caning and hope that they were released, or else they both got beaten up and she got caned anyway, perhaps worse. With an air of resignation, she reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp, allowing her bra to fall forward on the floor, exposing her full breasts to the others' gaze. All that she was wearing now was the white nylon half slip. Garlic seemed to like that too.
It was clear that Garlic Man was the undisputed leader of the gang, because the others did nothing without he ordered it. Tattoo and Yellowteeth stood beside Martin, one on either side of him, while Moustache guarded the door, which was the only exit as far as Mimi could see. Her situation was hopeless.
Garlic Man picked up a piece of cord and walked around Mimi, pulling her arms unceremoniously behind her back, and binding her wrists tightly together. She was helpless too now. From behind a straw bale, Garlic produced a long thin whippy cane and fixed his eyes on her breasts, running his tongue across his upper lip. He got hold of the free chair and positioned it about five metres in front of Martin's.
"Turn your back on loverboy and bend over the back of the chair." he ordered. I want him to see this and learn something." Upon seeing her hesitate he said: "You better do it love, cause you ain't got no choice. It's just a question of how rough the boys have to get, before you give in. We got plenty of rope left."
He was right; she had no choice. She turned to face the chair. Moustache, who was smirking with sadistic pleasure, was in her line of vision and guarding the door. She took a deep breath and bent over, feeling her breasts drop down against the cold hard wood, and the front of her slip fall to cover her knees. She felt cooler air swirl over her bottom as the back of the slip was lifted and tucked under her bound wrists. She heard a couple of angry swishes, and suddenly a fierce surge of pain took hold of her, as the cane cut into her unprotected flesh, just below the centre line of the buttocks.
She tried so desperately not to cry out, clenching her teeth together, but after the third stroke she could contain it no longer. She began to scream; initially no more than a whimper, but progressively louder in intensity, until each stroke was eliciting a loud shriek. The more noise she made, the better that Garlic appeared to like it.
He worked his way methodically over the cheeks of her bottom and down back of her thighs until, unable to sustain any more, she sank to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably and begging for mercy. Fifteen; perhaps twenty vicious strokes crashed into her unprotected flesh. Her buttocks and upper thighs were laddered with livid red weals. As she knelt, the silky nylon slip dropped down to hide them from view.
Meanwhile in spite of himself, Martin had developed an erection, which was bulging against his underpants. This was noticed by Yellowteeth, who yelled out for the others to come and look.
"Hey look at "Panty-Boy" here. He likes to see his woman whipped. Ain't that right Panty-Boy?" He put his hands inside the fly of Martin's underpants and pulled the penis out for all to see.
"Well now!" said Garlic. "It would be a shame to waste such a fine hard-on. Come on little girl, let's see you give Panty-Boy a good time. He likes seeing you caned obviously. I wonder if he likes a blow-job too.
He got a hold of Mimi's armpits and dragged her into a position between Martin's legs, with her mouth almost touching his penis.
"Get sucking." he sniggered, and he started to swish the cane on her backside until she put her mouth over the penis and began to suck it off. "Come on you slut. Let me hear you slurp as though you are really enjoying it!"
Her position hopeless, Mimi took Martins penis in her mouth, and began to suck.
Then, as she was attempting to find a steady rhythm, Garlic dropped his pants, lifted her slip and slipped his penis under the poop and into her pussy. He began pumping her hard. The three of them were coupled together.
"Slurp you slag!" yelled Garlic from behind her, thrusting deep inside her pussy with his dick, and making her wriggle. "Louder; I can't hear you!"
Desperately Mimi tried to make a slurping sound in response, but all that came out was a gurgling noise. She carried on sucking for about five minutes. Then she felt Martin's cock pulsating. Suddenly her mouth filled with salty semen, as he came in her mouth and it slid all down her throat. As she choked and spluttered, the voice behind her repeated its instructions. "Slurp and swallow bitch, slurp and swallow!"
"Aaaaaargh uugh." swallowed Mimi. She wanted to throw up.
Suddenly Garlic's dick was spasming too. She felt it inside her, throbbing urgently. Then she felt the warm cum juice squirting inside her pussy like a fountain, flinching as her slapped her badly caned ass with his hand, through the material of her petticoat.
"Aaaarrrh that feels fucking great. Like it do you bitch?" he yelled. He pumped her hard and rough before sliding out, and falling backwards on to the floor.
Mimi also fell to the floor, spluttering and coughing; trying to gag.
But she wasn't to get any respite. It was the others' turn. They dragged her over to some straw bales and bent her over. Yellow teeth shagged her first from behind; then Moustache and finally Tattoo, who turned her over and took her from the front. When they had done with her, Mimi was dumped semi-conscious on the floor, immobile and sore, her hands still tied behind her back.
"What are we going to do now?" asked Yellowteeth.
"How about we take out somewhere real lonely and stake 'em out?" suggested Garlic.
"Yeah, great idea!" chorused the others.
They untied Martin's feet, stood him up, then worked him over a bit until his mouth was swollen and bleeding. Then they dragged both captives outside, arms still tied tightly behind their backs, and stuffed them back in the van. All of their clothes and possessions were left in the barn.
They drove for perhaps half an hour and then the van stopped. The back doors opened. Outside it was almost pitch black, but there was a little moonlight. They appeared to be on a cliff somewhere. In the background there was the sound of surf breaking against the shore.
Martin and Mimi were bundled out and half dragged over some grassy ground. Moustache had some wooden pegs and some rope in his hands. They were heading towards the edge of the cliff. Suddenly they stopped and he began hammering the pegs into the ground. Then he staked Mimi out with her hands and feet spreadeagled and tied one limb to each peg. Then they did the same to Martin and walked off leaving the two victims side by side in a horizontal crucifixion.
Garlic took the gag from Martins mouth.
"There you go Son." he said. "You can call for help when we are gone. I hope you can shout nice and loud, because it's five miles to the nearest house." And with that they walked back down the slope.
The van started up and drove off leaving Martin and Mimi helpless and alone. It was still quite warm but there was no way they could escape. The ropes were tied too tight. They looked up at the stars and realised that, unless someone happened along and found them, they were doomed.
Desperately Mimi called out for help, but her cries were carried away on the wind and masked by the crashing of the surf somewhere down below them. No one was going to be around at that time of night. She tugged against her bonds in a futile attempt to escape but it was no use. The knots were too tight. At last her voice gave out and she began to pray.
For six hours they lay together side by side. Eventually the dawn broke and the birds began to sing. Fortunately the temperature had not dropped to critical levels, and they were both still alive, although only just and feeling very cold.
Then, as luck would have it, they were discovered shortly after dawn by a middle aged couple who had beeen walking their dogs along the cliff tops.
Both Martin and Mimi were suffering from hyperthermia and shock. However they had been found in time and they were rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. Their injuries were not life threatening and in a few days, they were fit enough to be released from the hospital.
Their relationship was never quite the same afterwards though. Mimi was less than pleased with Martin's behaviour during the kidnapping. In spite of being beaten up and restrained, he had not only got an erection when she was being caned by Garlic Man, but he had retained it through all of the time she was being made to suck him off, and being fucked afterwards.
It seemed to Mimi that, if Martin had truly loved her, he shouldn't have enjoyed her humilliation quite so much as he clearly had.
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