Murder in the Forest, Chapter 26
Remember: this is a Mature-Rated fic...
Melissa Winters stood in a room maybe 12X12 feet square, without windows. She had been left there a few moments before by the men who said they owned her. Dressed only in panties and medium - sized gold loop earrings and with her hands cuffed behind her in bracelets with just one link between the cuffs, she stood before a full length mirror, looking at herself in it. Her hair was in a ponytail, tied in place with a white cord, maybe to match the lacy panties. She had been made to turn her palms toward the man who had chained her, rather than having the cuffs applied with her inner wrists facing. She felt more restrained than if the inner wrists had faced, but this was more comfortable than when they made her turn the backs of her wrists toward each other, to further limit her movements.
Melissa looked around and listened. Assured that the door was closed and that she couldn't hear the men, she rejoiced in being alone and with only minimal restraints. Usually, they also locked her cuffed wrists to her waist on a separate chain and her ankles were chained, too. It wasn't uncommon for her to be gagged or blindfolded, the men telling her that this was usually to accustom her to being so restrained. They had shown her and Courtney how they looked in a mirror that way, with the blindfolds off, although sometimes one girl remained blindfolded while the other was free to look at her and visualize how she looked blindfolded, herself. Both the gags and the blindfolds were padded leather, secured by quality buckles on well made straps. It was apparent that these were professionally made items, ideal for their purposes. And they sometimes used rubber ball gags, also professionally made, or a gag that had conventional straps, but just a wide metal or tough plastic ring that was placed in a girl's mouth behind her teeth before the strap was buckled. This held her mouth wide open, reducing the noise that she could make. She certainly could not form words. But the purpose of this ring gag was not so much to enforce silence, but to restrain and humiliate her. The ball gags were usually sized to fit a girl's mouth, but if the men wanted to punish or jeer her or Courtney, they'd use a ball large for her mouth, forcing it open even wider. Still, Melissa preferred that to a large ring gag. Those ring gags made her feel especially humiliated, trivialized, and dominated.
Sometimes, the men would chain both girls outside, to metal posts on the back lawn. Then, they were gagged to keep them from calling out if anyone was seen and to keep them from talking to one another. This was supposedly to keep them from plotting escape, but they thought the real purpose was more to embarrass them and to remind them of how helpless they were. The house was clearly in a remote area. Who would hear them if they cried out?
On one recent occasion, Melissa had seen Courtney raise her body and shift her shoulders back and her breasts out when she realized that the taller of their captors had come out to watch them. Courtney had blushed and glanced down and then briefly lifted her gaze to meet that of the captor. Melissa had been irritated and when they were back in their cells, gags off, she had angrily scolded Courtney for this show.
"If your hands had been free, you'd probably have played with your hair, too, right? You had a flush on you, Courtney. You were almost begging him to fuck you. Which I noticed that he did when they brought you in first! I had to wait out there naked in the hot sun another hour or more while that guy did you. I hope it was fun for you but it's not like you have to work to seduce these guys. They do both of us a time or two a day, anyway. Are you falling for him? Did you really have to lift up and shove your boobs out like that? That just gives them more to look at, more to get turned on about! Or, did that possibility just escape your mind? What are you, blonde, or something?"
Courtney had laughed. "Yeah, Melissa, blonde, just like you. Look, I'm sorry if I upset you, but it was kind of a turn-on in a kinky way, I guess. I was sort of flattered when I saw him watching me, especially. I think he wants me, in particular. And he's had me up there to screw more than he has you lately. Maybe I can get him to care about me and I can use that to help protect you, too. "
"So this gives you an excuse to act like a whore in heat when he stares at you? Good gosh, Courtney! What kind of girl are you? No wonder you work in a strip club!" Melissa was clearly upset.
Courtney was hardly chastised, though. "Look, roomie: if he likes me, it helps you, too, and it's not like either of us is a sheltered virgin here. But I'll have you know that they were going to bring you upstairs last night and put you in that wooden pillory, the lower one that bends you over really deep while they fondle you for awhile before they fuck you. I talked them into doing me an extra time each instead. And they both wanted blow jobs before they did me again. That saved you last night. But if I was you, I'd sort of expect them to lock you in the lower pillory and do you from behind. Maybe I distracted them enough that they won't think of it again soon. I tried. I wanted to protect you, honey. I like you, and we need to look out for one another when we can. By the way, they were teasing me, saying that they ought to put us both in the same cage and have us make out while they watch. They asked if I'd ever been with another girl. I haven't. Have you? What could we do if they insist on that? It turns me off, mainly. But I have sometimes wondered what it'd be like to have another chick play with me. But I'm always going to be mainly a man's girl. That's the way I am. But if they make us do it, can you stand that? I think they're considering it really seriously. They made me watch a porn flick where two girls did that. It was kind of gross, but exciting, too. You wouldn't believe what they did to each other. I can see why these guys liked it. " She shuddered and blushed.
Melissa told her that she had "sort of" fooled around with another cheerleader one afternoon while they tried some moves on each other, pretending that it was what they each wanted the football players to do to them. "But if we hadn't gotten into her parents' gin, I don't think we'd have done it. I had a couple of drinks. Later, I figured out that Kelly was trying to get me drunk and make out. She's totally into guys, but she likes muff, too, I know now. Did she ever proposition you? Damn, she was good. I'm sure that I wasn't the first girl she did that to. Karen Reynolds told me to watch out for her when we talked about it. I didn't tell anyone but her, but she told me that Kelly had tried to play with her, too, and a couple of other girls told her later that Kelly does that. "
Courtney looked startled." I thought that I was the only girl that she went after. I told her no, but she felt me up a little a few times before I told her to keep her hands to herself or on guys. She told me that I didn't know what I was missing. But men are where I'm at."
Melissa thought. "Look, those girls in the movie they made you watch? Did they use dildos or strap-on's on each other? That sort of scares me. If someone is going inside me, I want it to be a man. Or, my own danged vibrator."
Courtney nodded, "Yeah, one chick had this dildo and she knew how to use it judging from the other girl's reaction. But they were actresses. At least some of that passion was probably faked, right?"
And they had debated what this might mean and if they could ever be intimate with one another, if forced.
Melissa thought of that now, and again wondered what she'd do if ordered to pleasure Courtney or let Courtney do that to her. She shivered. She hoped that she wouldn't have to watch that movie, and then wondered just what the actresses had done to each other, although Courtney had been pretty explicit in her descriptions.
After some five minutes, Melissa wandered over to stand before the long three-paneled mirror. It showed her from three angles at once. She looked herself over, and decided that she liked what she saw. She repeated Courtney's gesture of easing her shoulders back and her boobs out and turned to see the effect from several angles. She subtly altered her stance and turned to check out her butt. She saw the handcuffs and studied the visual effect of her bondage. She shivered and decided that there was something to the theory that bound or chained women had an erotic appeal. She'd already noticed that when seeing Courtney, especially when the men had come to take Courtney upstairs. And she had to admit, she had been aroused a little sometimes when they had bound or braceleted her. She hoped that Courtney didn't know, but suspected that their shorter captor had noticed her blushing and breathing a little harder once as he handcuffed her. Melissa had even leaned back a little into him right after he'd locked her wrists in those cuffs and he'd seemed to smirk and handled her provocatively. She had cast her eyes down in shame, but almost quivered now sometimes as she was restrained. And she hoped that Courtney hadn't heard or seen her as she rubbed her pubes into her pillow sometimes when she thought that her cellmate was asleep. Melissa had begun to fantasize about what the men did to her, especially that shorter guy. He aroused her once she had gotten over the shock of being forced to do what he said and he was definitely taking care to satisfy her. That tall bastard just did her as he pleased and handled her roughly. As long as she was obedient and especially if she stood close to him and brushed against him, Short Man seemed more gentle with her and tried to arouse her and seemed pleased when she reacted to his caresses…and thrusts. She colored now, wondering which of them was going to use her before she was sent back downstairs. If it was the shorter man, would he consider taking her requests to do what especially excited her? After all, if he did her the ways that really turned her on, her reaction would probably gratify him, too. She wondered if he'd brag to his pal if she squirmed well and seemed to be putty in his hands. He was really good! And if Courtney Cassidy was going to court attention from the big thug, maybe Melissa should try to slut herself into the graces of his pal. It wouldn't be like she was falling in love. It was really more like she would be trying to survive and get some special consideration from their captors. But she reddened as she admitted to herself that the man had an effect on her, or at least, what he did to her did.
Why, if he could handle women like he could, did he have to kidnap girls to take by force? Maybe it was the power thing. As prisoners, she and Courtney had to do as ordered. The men didn't have to rely on getting them drunk or buying them expensive things to get what they wanted. Girls otherwise would have to be in real love to do what guys liked. And many in love still wouldn't debase themselves as these guys wanted in some positions and ways. What was scaring her now was that the men had made them read and discuss some sci-fi books where women were kept as slaves on another world and where many women were believed to be especially susceptible to wearing chains and being aroused by having to please male masters. They were considered to be natural slaves, women who didn't mind being owned by men and required to please them as demanded. Indeed, they were often stimulated by that!
And there were those books that sold so well, one of which had become a famous movie, about a girl excited by bondage. Might Melissa be one of these girls? She found it almost natural to kneel now when told to do so and she was aware that she adjusted her posture to look good that way and to kneel and move precisely as told. She was even trying to outdo Courtney when the other girl wasn't present at the same time. Did Courtney do the same? She was certainly sensual enough. Which of them pleased the men more? Would it be possible to become the favorite of one or both men? Might that enable her to survive if they decided to get rid of one girl? Melissa shuddered. She decided not to think overmuch about that. With luck, both would entertain their masters well enough to be kept alive and desired. The real test would come when the time arrived for the men to decide just how long they'd keep the girls and what to do when they tired of them. Would they really be ransomed or sold? The alternative was absolutely chilling. Melissa decided to become so alluring to at least the shorter man that he might keep her, even if Courtney met a grim fate.
She returned to the mirror and practiced some turns and postures. She ran her tongue around her lips and tried to look hot and desirable. And she swiveled her hips around and laughed as she saw the effect. Yeah, she was hot, and she might as well "work it" and see if she could intrigue the men. It might be her best bet. And she was getting turned on by some of what she was being made to do. Melissa turned and looked at herself in the mirrors again. She studied the way her hands looked in the cuffs and shivered. She could see why she probably appealed to men that way. It even excited her to see the way she looked. She tried briefly to slip a wrist free, but both bracelets were too snug. She had often tried to escape her bonds, especially when tied rather than cuffed. She and Courtney had never managed to even think they could slip their bonds. Now, that aroused her and she looked again at her image in the mirror. And she tried a slow strut a few times, trying to seem sultry and seductive. After all, she wanted to become an actress. This might prove to be the greatest role that she'd ever have. And she did like the way she looked in just panties and handcuffs…Maybe she'd look even better if she wore black ones. Or, red. But these lacy white ones did fit her just right and felt good on her, and there was something about white panties that seemed just right for the image that she was intended to provide tonight. White was a good color on blondes. She wondered what she would be made to do after that door opened. What was taking those guys so long, anyway?
XXX
On the other side of the closed door, both captors sat at a desk and watched a color TV monitor, seeing everything that Melissa did.
"I told you so," said the shorter man. "She likes what she sees in that mirror. I think she's coming around. But I think the other one likes you better. You want to bring her up tonight and do her for awhile?"
The other man nodded. "Yeah, after you finish with this one. Then, it's my turn with her. But tomorrow, I want to bring Courtney up and put her in that room and watch her. I bet she'll prove to be very interesting. "
His pal agreed. "But first, lock her wrists in those Irish 8 cuffs, with the bracelets upright, to hold her hands above her waist behind her. I think she looks best that way, and I think I saw her quiver a little when I was laying out cuffs yesterday and deciding which to put on her. Her eyes kept coming back to that pair."
The other villain agreed. "Yeah, they're both really hot that way. And besides, that leaves her hands above her butt. I can feel that up without having to make her move her hands or lifting them. "
The other man laughed, "Why, goodness gracious, buddy! Are you the sort of man who gets excited from fondling the naked bottom of a handcuffed chick?"
"Could be," his partner replied. "Why don't you look and see? Won't be long before you have your answer."
And both laughed. It was an ominous sound, for a laugh…
They went to the door of Melissa's room, but the tall man picked up a fairly rigid leather strap on the way. He had decided to have her prance in place and if her knees didn't come up high enough and if she didn't bounce that pony tail right, she'd get three whacks on the bottom from the strap each time that happened. Then, he'd put her in the taller pillory for an hour and they'd each feel her up as they passed while going about other business. He'd use that strap on her more then, too.
He looked forward to that before they took her out of the stocks and had her kneel and listen to what was expected of her that night. He wanted to see her face as he explained that. But he'd need to keep an eye on Melissa and his partner. She seemed especially submissive and eager when he handled her. And that aroused jealousy in him, the senior man. What did his pal do that made him any more appealing to their captives than he was? He was the taller man and he liked thinking of himself that way in their association. He decided to put upright Irish 8 cuffs on Melissa before she pranced for him. That would keep her from trying to shield her butt with her hands cuffed normally, lower down. Yes, that would be fun and he wanted to see his partner's reaction if he treated Melissa roughly. If the other man came to the girl's defense, he might have a budding problem on his hands.