Yet Another Blonde Meets the Same Fate

Mike and John used to cruise their favorite back roads in the foothills of the Colorado mountains. They were always lucky at ‘helping’ stranded motorists on these routes. Flat tires were frequent, as were skid-offs, plus there was that unlucky deer leaping into traffic. Some things are beyond control… unlike a thorny branch or an oil slick sitting right in the middle of the road’s inside curve, where the driver hits it before spotting it. Quite a few people have gone missing from these mountain roads, mostly young women. They’re usually found later on the other side of the peak, often babbling about Bigfoot, sky lights, or similar nonsense. Yea, Mike and John really enjoy this stretch of back road…

Justine was heading up to her summer cabin in the foothills for a relaxing long weekend. She took the week following the 3-day holiday to secure a much-needed 10-day vacation… “And it only cost me five vacation days!” she said aloud, racing up the winding mountain road with the top down and her long dark blond hair flying behind her, while stray strands whipped around to slap her face. But she didn’t mind; it was hot, and that cool mountain air was exactly what she needed!

Mike sat by the side road watching for cars when the red convertible driven by a blonde flashed past him. “Nice one, that’ll work for this weekend,” he thought as he reached for his 2-way radio to call John further up. “Yea…” “Got a nice little blonde in a red convertible coming your way.” “Hmmm… Yea, I see her. Give me about two minutes.” “Gotcha.”… “OK, I’ll hang out for a bit… On second thought, I gotta head up there now; she was flying!” With that, Mike started the VW microbus and headed uphill as fast as he could.

John was waiting at the curve with their new trick: a laminate sheet featuring a foreshortened image so it looks like it stands upright when you approach. “No one wants to run over Bambi,” he mumbled to himself while laying out the sheet. Just as he finished, he heard the car coming up the hill about a turn away. “Hmmm, she’s got her foot on the floor; I just hope she doesn’t kill herself when she sees this…” He ducked behind a bush just as the car appeared around the bend, blasting “Rock Me Amadeus!”…

Justine was bobbing to the music with the stereo cranked up about 11, singing along as loudly as possible while speeding up the mountain road. Maybe she was going a little fast, but not more than she thought she could handle. As she rounded the turn, she saw something in the middle of the road. “What the…” She took her foot off the gas and began to slow down, then without warning, that little deer jumped straight up! The “WTF” turned into an “OH SHIT!!!!” as she swerved right to miss it, back left to stay on the road, right again, then left before the car skidded off the road and hit a tree.

“Shit!!! That was close!!!” John jumped up from his hiding spot and ran over to check if he had killed her. “Hey! Are you OK??? Hurt?” he called out as he arrived.

“Hmmm? What???” She mumbled, looking around with her heart racing… “Yea, yea, I’m OK…” She checked herself; everything seemed fine, just shaken up. The engine had died so she turned it off. “How’s my car?” she asked as the man reached her door. She noticed he was about six feet tall with a rather slim build. A natural hiker, she guessed.

John assessed her: slim build, dark blonde hair just past her shoulders, no injuries that he could tell, just shaken up slightly. “That was some fancy driving there; I thought you were going to hit that faun. Don’t worry, I saw it run past me while coming down the hill.” He looked back at where the sheet still lay in the road and the skid marks that had even missed it… “Lucky you found this tree, or you might have taken a fast way down the mountain…” he added with a grin. Looking downhill, he could see there was no way the car really got very far; the trees were just too thick…

After making sure she was OK, he walked over to inspect the front of the car. The bumper had a good-sized dent, but the grill didn’t even look damaged… “Nice thing about these older cars is that the bumper does what it’s supposed to do: protect the body from damage. The bumper is wasted, but that’s about it.”

Justine was relieved; she only took this car out of the garage for special occasions, and this counted as one. Mike should be here soon. I gotta keep her here and not let her start the car and get away. “Pop the hood; I want to check to make sure the engine is fine, then we can try starting it so you can get on your way.” When she released the hood latch, he quickly opened it and took a look at the engine. A quick inspection revealed what he needed: he could disable the engine by pulling out the primary coil wire. With that wire pulled and tucked away, the car couldn’t start. “Well, I don’t see anything wrong; give it a try.” He listened as the engine cranked but didn’t fire up. He looked around like he was searching for something, then said, “Try it again…” It wouldn’t start. “Well, that’s all I know to do…” And with that, he closed the hood.

“Well now what? Oh, sorry, I’m Justine by the way; thanks for trying.” She held out her hand.

“Jack; I hike these hills about every other weekend,” he replied as he shook her hand. “You were lucky I was up here this week; I had other plans but they fell through. What about you?”

“I took next week off and I was headed up to my cabin near the top; I keep it stocked for times like this…”

“Hey, someone’s coming!” He cut in when he heard the VW approaching on the road. “You wait here while I flag them down.” With that, he started walking downhill to catch Mike.

Shortly after, the VW came around the bend and John waved his arms wildly. “Hey! We need a ride back down the hill!” he yelled as the VW stopped between him and Justine. “About time! What took you so long? Oh, that thing almost worked too well. I thought she was going to kill herself trying to miss it!” Checking to ensure the van blocked the view of his car, he grabbed the laminate sheet, rolled it up, and passed it to Mike as he got out, stuffing it under the seat. The two men headed over where Justine still sat in her car. “Oh, wait a moment; let me grab my pack!” John called and ran into the woods where he had left his backpack, then caught up with Mike as he reached the vehicle. “I’m Jack, and this is Justine. It’s her car that left those marks trying to miss that faun in the road just now…”

“Well, aren’t you a little cutie, Justine. And not a bad driver either; judging by your tracks back there and then not rolling over this fine classic—’78 isn’t it? I had one of these things during my wild days too. Oh, I’m Eric by the way; nice to meet you, sorry it couldn’t be under better circumstances. Anything you want to take with you for the trip down? I’ve got a friend who runs a garage that can pick this up for you, but it may take a day or two to get the parts.”

“I’ve got a bag in the trunk.” With that she got out and went to the back to open the trunk. One of the guys grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. As she started to protest, a funny-smelling cloth was slapped over her face, and then everything went black.

Mike held the now-limp Justine while John grabbed her legs; they headed back toward the van. John opened the side door and they rolled her inside. John did a quick hogtie as Mike ran back to the car, scribbled a quick note that was somewhat readable saying she was walking down the hill to return to town, stuck it on the windshield, closed the doors and trunk, and ran back to the van just as John finished tying up Justine.

A quick look around ensured they had everything. Hop

They loaded up into the van and sped off to their hillside cabin… As Mike drove, John called Joe at the cabin to let him know they were on their way with a new girl, and that no one would miss her for another week. Joe and Sam had their cameras ready and began recording the arrival. The garage door opened as the van came into view. It pulled in and turned left while the garage door closed behind it. The passenger door swung open and John stepped out to unlock the side door. Mike circled around pulling a floor cart, while John helped the sleeping girl off the vehicle and onto the cart. They wheeled the cart up past the camera position at floor level, where it pivoted around so viewers could watch as it went down the hall and through the left-hand doorway. Sam, holding his motion-sensing camera, began filming as he entered the room, slowly panning across the mostly empty space. There was just a single bare bulb hanging in the center of the room directly above a girl tied to a chair. Her hands were bound behind the high backrest of the chair, and her feet were secured to the rear legs, forcing her legs wide apart. A rope encircled her waist to keep her anchored to the seat. Another cord passed under her arms and over her breasts to maintain an upright posture. Finally, the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the girl’s face just as she began to stir. Blinking, she glanced around the room trying to orient herself. The only notable features were the four men present: one with a small handheld camera snapping photos, another with a larger shoulder-mounted rig likely capturing motion footage, and two masked figures dressed in cameo attire. While the first pair moved about the space, the other two remained still with arms crossed over their chests. They exchanged glances, nodded, and then one drew a knife. The girl screamed upon seeing it and watched as he approached her. “NO!! Stop! Get away from me! Please don’t hurt me!” she yelled. Frantically, she tried to free herself from the chair, but with how tightly bound she was, there seemed no escape. He waved the blade around for a moment before pressing it against her shirt. Justine stopped struggling, fearing being cut by the sharp edge. “Please, what do you want? Please don’t hurt me!” she cried out. She watched as he worked the knife into the gap of her blouse, sliding it upward until a button halted its progress—but only briefly—as the blade sliced through the thread holding it down. It continued up to the next button, which paused momentarily before falling off too. The fabric maneuvered around the rope restraining her torso. All the way between her breasts until the topmost button was the last to go. By now, Justine’s screams had subsided into terrified sobs. The first man gestured to the second, who grabbed a long strip of cloth with a knot tied in its center. While Justine wasn’t paying him much attention, he slipped the gag into her mouth and before she could spit it out, secured the loose ends behind her head. She shook her head trying to dislodge the tape-like material but couldn’t get it free. Satisfied that the restraint would hold, Mike returned to his position. The man with the camera continued moving around taking pictures as he went along. The other one moved slowly with his shoulder-mounted rig, capturing various angles. “OH NO!” she thought looking at the four men, “Not only am I going to get raped by all of them, but they are going to record the entire process!” “Prezez, lemtp me gruoo!” she pleaded through her mouthpiece. The first man, holding the knife, began cutting away her shirt. “MMooo!!! Mpap mmapht!” she screamed into the gag, though as expected, it didn’t deter him. He continued slicing until most of the fabric was gone and pulled off entirely, leaving Justine sitting there with only her white lace bra covering her breasts. John liked how her nipples stood erect due to the terror caused by having her shirt removed. He stepped back and whispered to Mike, “Despite her reactions, I bet she’s enjoying this.” They watched as Joe took a few more pictures, then it was Mike’s turn next. Although he wanted to see her breast bounce freely, he knew that for the photo shoot sequence, removing the pants had to come after hers. With that thought, he took the knife from Justine and advanced on the helpless girl. He made a move to slice the strap between her breasts, even sliding the blade up her chest and under the small support band. Justine screamed “MMOOOO!!! NMOO!!!” and shook her head side-to-side but was afraid to move her upper body for fear of being cut. She hoped they wouldn’t actually hurt her, though accidents do happen… Mike removed the knife from beneath her bra strap and she sighed in relief—until she realized he intended to use it on her trousers as well. “NOOO!!! NOOO!!! Phreezes mop mey phmaphts!!!” she cried. But the blade had already started its journey up her left leg, running along the inner thigh past the knee and following the upper leg all the way toward her crotch. “NOOO!!! MOOO!! MOO!” was all she could manage to try and stop it, but despite her efforts, it didn’t cease until she felt the metal press against her pussy. It lingered there for a moment as if waiting for something, then withdrew to find the other leg. Again she watched as the knife reappeared leaving a wide slit in her pants. “Nooo, nooo…” she cried, knowing that nothing she said or did would stop the blade as it made its way up her other leg to press against her pussy once more. This time it wiggled around slightly and then she felt the tightness of her trousers give way. “MMOOOOO!!!!” she screamed again, realizing her white panties were now fully exposed. “Well, well, well, would you look at that!!!” Mike called out loudly ensuring Justine heard every word as Joe moved in to get close-up shots of her now wet and revealed underwear. “I knew she was a slut and would love this!” Justine’s face flushed three or four shades of red before settling on the deepest crimson she had ever seen. Never had she been reduced to being merely someone’s sex object, never had she felt so embarrassed and exposed like this before. Even with what they were saying, Justine never felt so excited; even if it was totally embarrassing, it was thrilling and she couldn’t figure out why she should feel so horny right now. It wasn’t that she wanted to have sex with them—not at all… Sam captured his shots and panned back out to focus on the two abductors when they all heard a phone ring in another room. Thinking quickly, Mike said, “Hey, I think that’s the big boss calling; I figured he would be ringing about now…” And so both men left the room. Sam stopped filming… Joe and Sam exchanged smiles at each other. “Well, looks like we’ve got our plaything for a while now. What shall we do?” “We gotta make sure that we don’t change anything; it would mess up the sequence,” Joe replied. The two of them advanced on Justine, who just sat there waiting. Then she murmured, “Prezze, dnop hurts mez, prezes…” “Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Joe. “We are here only for the pictures. You see, we sell them to different websites that pay us good money for them. And from what John told me earlier, we’ve got you for a whole week!” “Yea, that’s going to give us lots of time for several shoots,” Joe continued. “Let’s see… this one is for the Abductor’s Haven; we need another for Spankers Delight and Whipped Slaves… How about Orgasm Denial and that new site, Slaves of the Lesbian Queen?” he added. “I’ve got a dyke friend who wanted to get in on a shoot,” Joe mentioned. “You mean Kathie? She’s a dyke??!! No wonder she passed on that date last month! And I thought it was something I said!” “Yea, her. I did a small shoot with her awhile back but didn’t sell the images; they were just for her personally.” All this talking between these two did not make Justine feel any better—a whole week of this: spanking, whipping, orgasm denial, and then having another girl tease or torment her… This would be too much; surely they couldn’t be serious.

“We are here only for the pictures. You see, we sell them to different websites that pay us good money for them.” said Joe.

“s, she thought, I gota find a way to escape and get outa here. Then there was the call from the other room, “Hey you guys get in here!”, “Coming!” Joe called back, and they both left the room. Justine was left to her all alone with her thoughts and they were not too friendly at the moment… “So, who was that?” asked Sam as they entered the room. “Nothing, just a dam telemarketer, sexy voice though. But, what do you think, which site do we do with on this one?” “Sam and I were talking about that, we think Abductor’s Haven for this, I, we think she would do well on the spanker’s one too. I bet she has an ass that would redden up just nicely.” Joe replied, and Sam nodded in agreement, and then added “Do you think we could bring Kathie in for one? I bet she would just love to play with her.” “Yea, maybe, that would be something to see.” Mike said as he rolled the thought around in his head, “But, now, back to this shoot, Abductor’s it is…” “Oh, just a thought, let’s cut that last part about the phone call and just pick up where we left off” suggested John. “Sounds good.” replied Mike, and they returned to the room with the waiting Justine. They all returned to the room and made sure their prisoner did not get free and that everything was just as they left it. Sam whispered in Justine’s ear. “We need more re-actions from you, or we may need to get just a bit rougher.” then “OK, We’re ready!” he said, and the filming continued where they left off. The first man had the knife again and approached the bound girl, who after the suggestion, really started to struggle in the chair, “MOO! Plrezes, Dompe heurt me! I’phll dupaenry threing!”, John liked the new reactions and added his part, “You know little girl, this would go easer if you don’t struggle so much, but then again, it wouldn’t be as much fun.” And with a grin that was mostly hidden by the mask, slipped the knife under the left strap and with just a little effort, cut it and watched it fall. He then slowly slid the tip of the knife across her throat and watched as her big blue eyes grew larger. Slowly Justine shook her head side to side as if to say ‘no’, but dared to not move it any faster than that. Joe stepped in to get a few close-up shots, then step back so Sam could get his. Justine’s eyes were locked on the eyes behind the mask, hoping that she was playing her part well. Well, the fear was real, the terror in her eyes was real, and her racing heart beat was real… Slowly, John slid the knife under the second strap, and then it too was cut. Then he had an idea, he then held up his left hand and made a cutting motion with two fingers, Mike looked around and found a pair of scissors and handed them to him. He grabbed Justine’s left nipple and pinched it hard and then pulled it out as far as it would go then made like he was going to cut it off with the scissors. “AAAAA!” Justine screamed into her gag, first from the surprise, then from the pain as her nipple was pinched and pulled, then from fear as the scissors made their way to cut it off, “MOOO!!! Moph my mimpple!!” as she tried to shake it free, but try as she could he still had a good tight painful hold on it. Then at the last moment, just as the scissors started to cut the fabric of her bra, he adjusted his grip and painfully, the nipple slipped out of his grip as a large hole was cut in her bra. He held up the piece of fabric, looked at it, looked at her nipple now exposed in the hole in the bra, looked back at the fabric and said, “Damm! It slipped! But that’s ok, she’s got another one.” and with that, he dropped the piece of fabric and Justine’s eyes followed it as it floated down to the floor. She didn’t notice that the camera followed it’s slow decent as well. “OOHOOW!!” She was caught off guard when her other nipple was pinched tightly and pulled out from her chest just like its counterpart was moments before. “OOGGWWWW!!!!” she cried as again the second one received the same treatment as the first. “OOWWW!!” again as it was pulled out, and she was sure it hurt more this time than before. Maybe he did pull harder, or maybe it was because of the hurt the first time made it feel worse this time. And again, the nipple slipped painfully out of his grasp just as the scissors snipped off the patch of cloth. “Damm! I missed again! Oh well, maybe I can do this!” And the ‘this’ was him grabbing both nipples and pulling and shaking them. “OOWWW!!! OOGW!! OGWWW!!! PLEZE!! STROPPET!!! OOGOWWW!!!” she cried as he gave her nipples a good painful tug and shake. Then with one last jerk, he dripped her nipples and watched as they shook in her bra once more… She was crying a little because of the pain in her nipples and without being able to rub them and ease the pain away just made them hurt that much more. She opened her eye as was surprised by the other two taking close up pictures of her face. Then, when the one with the motion camera moved behind her, she noticed that the other guy was missing. She looked left and right trying to find him until she felt the cold knife touch her back and slide up towards the bra strap on her back. John had moved behind her and as Sam followed, slid the knife between the slats in the back of the chair and slid it under the bra strap in the back and slowly cut the strap. With the tension release the bra popped open but did not fall off completely. John and Sam then moved around to the front to finish the job of exposing her tits. He thought of quickly grabbing the bra and just rip it off, but knew that the websites pay more for the slow methodical stripping sequences. With the scissors again, he cut the side of the bra so that the back half fell off and the cup was just barely staying on. He then went to the other side and cut that one. Again, the back fell, but the cups stayed right where they were. “Well, her pussy’s wet, her nipples are hard but she just doesn’t want to show off those nice tits. So, what shall we do next?” He walked over to one wall and opened a mostly hidden door and Justine’s eye got wider than before. Inside there was all sorts of stuff that she had never seen before, well, not outside of a horror flick. She could recognize some of them, there were at least a dozen whips, weird looking clamps, every size from very small to very large, there were several dildo looking objects, and some had wires coming out of them, some looked plastic, and some looked metallic, there were lots of rope, and leather straps, and a good supply of chains as well. But it was the things she could not identify that scared her the most. Whatever they were she knew that their main function would be to cause someone lots of pain, and right now, she knew she was that someone… She began to shake in fear just wondering what terrifying object he would choose first. She jumped, or tried, when she felt something slide down her breasts and land in her lap. Looking down she saw that her bra had slipped down and she was now sitting in the chair in just her panties, and she knew she would be losing them next. Mike called out “Hey, look at what we have here!” John stopped his search of the cabinet and turned around. “I guess she would rather show off her tits that find out what your toys are for.” John passed the knife to Mike, who advanced on the now terrified girl. He walked around her looking at her from all sides. He knew that she knew he was going to remove her panties, but he just wanted a clever way to do it.