Archive-name: Bondage/aejn.txt

Archive-author: Felix Dartmouth (C)

Archive-title: 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.  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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