Archive-name: Bondage/aejo.txt

Archive-author: Felix Dartmouth

Archive-title: Segment - AEJ O





     Stacy was then lead in front of Katrina, and the two were taken 

around the corner to a cell that had a strong solid iron door, with only a 

small rectangular opening near the base for food.  Stacy began protesting 

wildly, as wildly as she could with her hands so tightly strung together, 

but both she and Katrina were pushed into the cell.  Their eyes, already 

adjusted to dark, saw a dank cell with tile flooring and two steel beds 

with thin mattresses.  The guards lay them each down on the bed and with a 

cord tied their legs.  Stacy's legs were drawn up to her hands and tightly 

tied off.  The cord around her neck was then tied, leaving little slack to 

the heavy iron railing of the bed she was hogtied onto.  Katrina received 

much the same treatment, but Stacy noticed that the guard who tied her was 

somewhat careless and did not tie her neck cord to the bed. 

     Stacy half-expected to be ungagged when the guard brushed away her 

hair and looked for the buckle tightly fastened behind her neck, but when 

he located it, he simply checked it to make sure that the strap was in its 

keeper, and then replaced her hair.  Stacy groaned deeply in her throat. 

     The guards turned to go, and as the exited the door, they took one 

last look at their prisoners.  They turned, slammed the heavy steel door 

shut with a loud clang, and then slid a heavy metal bolt into place and 

placed a padlock on it, locking it into place.  One rectangle of light 

remained, the tray hole, and within twenty seconds this was also slammed 

shut and locked. 

     The girls, stunned with the hopelessness if the situation, began to 

weep. Less than an hour ago, they were enjoying dinner in the wilderness 

with a friend of Fernando, and now they were captured by unknown parties 

for unknown reasons and were extremely stringently bound and locked away.  

Even Stacy, who had before enjoyed a temporary indentured status which 

soon would return by contract, to freedom, was paralyzed with the 

uncontrolled nature of her situation.  Her bondage now seemed far more 

foreboding and permanent than the contractual bonds that she had assumed 

for this voyage. 

     Her back was arched by her hogtie, and with her tears, her nose 

became congested, making it necessary for her to breathe through the 

corners of her mouth around her ball-gag.  Katrina wept quietly in the 

other cot near Stacy. 

     They were left there for hours.  The tears no longer flowed after a 

period of time, but the hopelessness remained.  Their hog-ties were 

intractable.  Prying fingers could loose no knots, and cramps in the back 

of the legs were the answer to struggle.  Knotted to the bed-frame by her 

neck, Stacy did not dare move around too much, for she could see that 

falling off the bed could mean death for her. 

     In the total darkness, sounds of weeping subsided, and sleep overtook 

the pair in spurts, with occasional waking to the pain of the bonds and 

the depression of this cruel imprisonment. 

     After many hours their prison door opened with a clang.  Stacy craned 

her neck to see who entered.  It was Fernando, carrying a knife!  "Ten 

prisa!", he whispered sharply to Katrina.  He cut loose the rope from her 

ankles, rubbed her legs to her hands, and then cut her wrist and neck 

bonds.  She quickly rubbed tortured wrists, and, stumbling a little, went 

to help him loose Stacy.  She did not bother to remove her own ball-gag. 

     They quickly knifed the thin cord around the legs of Stacy, and then 

they cut the cord from Stacy's neck to the bed frame very close to the 

bed, leaving them a handle by which to lead her.  Her hands were not 

loosed.  Stacy wondered about her disposition.  Was this an escape 

attempt?  She supposed that it was.  Maybe they were leaving her bound 

because they did not want her to blow their escape, and maybe she was 

bound because she was still contracted for it.  At any rate, she wished 

that she had been freed as Katrina had.  She did not have a lot to say 

about it right now.  

     As the two hustled her out of the dark cell, she saw a guard lying on 

the floor with blood flowing from his head, and she surmised that Fernando 

had prevailed over him.  After several turns, they ran into another guard, 

and Fernando quickly dispatched him with his knife.  Stacy's heart was 

racing with the danger, but she was dragged and pushed through a door to 

the outside.  The jeep that they had arrived in was outside, and the key 

was in it.  Fernando motioned that Katrina should put Stacy in the front 

seat, and as he ran around to he driver's seat, he threw her a length of 

rope.  Fernando started the jeep as Katrina, still gagged herself, 

forcefully tied off Stacy's ankles, and moved into the backseat. 

     Stacy looked into the backseat as Fernando drove wildly off, with no 

pursuit to see Katrina struggling with the strap on her ball gag, and 

having very little success.  Fernando also looked back and asked, "Esta' 

cerrado con llave?" 

     Katrina, bouncing back and forth in the backseat, nodded.  Her ball 

gag had been locked on behind her neck!  She leaned forward, and held the 

shoulders of Stacy so she would not fall out. 

     They had made their escape. 





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