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Sixteen Candles
Part 3
Less than ninety seconds after the van started rolling, both Hanna and Holly were completely, utterly, totally disoriented. Oh, they knew where they were (in the back of some type of vehicle), but that summed up the extent of the acuity to their location. So stringently strapped to the side walls of the vehicle, neither woman could discern which way they had turned out of their own driveway. Whichever direction, each knew that they were passing friends’ homes where they’d barbequed, had sleepovers, chatted on the front lawn, or at least waved ’hello’ when they passed. There would be no waving this trip. A trip which still had another 4 hours to go.
***
The masked kidnapper picked from the quartet to ride in the back, had very little to do after striking the “Enter“ key on the laptop connected to the umbilicals leading to the two captives. That didn’t mean that there weren’t things he’d love to perform. Here he was, sitting less than five feet from two of the most gorgeous “women” he’d ever seen. Sure, one was only sixteen, but she could easily pass for someone ten years older.
However, glancing up at the web cams affixed in the four corners of the van, he knew there was no way to ‘cop a feel’ and get away with it. Their orders had been explicit, “Touch only as was necessary to subdue”. There had been no veiled threats, but someone with enough juice to pull off an operation like this, surely had connections. Better just to get paid, then develop amnesia.
The man idly wondered what was happening to the two captives. He’d anticipated a certain amount of struggling, that was to be expected. But the two blondes were obviously still very agitated within their strict bondage. He assumed it had something to do with the umbilical they’d attached to each prisoner’s crotch panels.
“Surely they still can’t be trying to get free.” He pondered. “Harry Fuckin’ Houdini couldn’t get out of those restraints.”
He didn’t know half the story.
***
The poor woman shrieking into Hanna’s head provided the perfect exclamation to what the 34 year old mother was suffering. Oh, the vivacious blonde was doing more than her fair share of wailing, but any noise escaping the exterior of the insidious pump gag and helmet, sounded deceptively quiescent to the babysitting kidnapper sitting nearby. The same was true for the latex straightjacket and body sheath. Hanna thrashed as if she were drowning, yet her struggles were limited to subtle twitches.
A steady flow of oxygen and mild stimulant kept the curvy blonde in a very agitated state (as if her bondage wasn’t enough). She was completely unaware of the effects of the gas. She was also incognizant of the soothing, yet firm voice which whispered through the headphones, masked by the wail of the screaming stranger. A voice which repeated the same message over and over again. A message that was slowly seeping into Hanna’s subconscious.
“Disobedience causes pain…Disobedience causes pain…Disobedience causes pain…” the voice droned on and on.
This continued for the first quarter of the four hour trip. At the end of that first hour, things changed dramatically. With no warning, the shocks suddenly terminated. The anguished cries of the stranger also stopped, but continued to ring in Hanna’s ears. The tightly restrained blonde sat there gasping, not wondering why the “treatment“ had stopped, just grateful that it had. Then the vibrations began. To the pinioned 34 year-old, they felt more like a soft, pleasant hum. Her hyper-sensitive body reacted immediately to the change in stimulus.
As much as the shocks had made Hanna want to cringe away, these new sensations seemed to coax her into their embrace. At the same time, a soft, feminine and very lusty moan wafted through her headphones. She did not hear the new command that accompanied it.
“Servitude may bring you pleasure…Servitude may bring you pleasure…Servitude may bring you pleasure…”
The stunning MILF fought her body’s reaction that came with this new stimulus. For a while. But it was so incessant! And she had no where to go to escape its manipulations. Hanna was shocked to find that her vagina had begun clamping down on the bloated prod within her. Her arousal swelled like a mushroom cloud, the blonde helpless to quell it. When she came, it was so powerful as to be almost painful. Although her body suffered an explosion of energy, her babysitter barely noticed the subdued quiver. Distractedly, Hanna prayed that her sweet, innocent daughter was not suffering a similar fate.
Contrary to her mother’s hopes, Holly was indeed suffering right along with her, in her own private hell. For now, it was the young blonde’s turn to suffer the punishment phase of the journey. The shocks assailed her relentlessly, the sixteen year-old having nowhere to escape. The soft, desirous moans in her head had been replaced by an ear shattering wail of pain. Powerful current assailed tender flesh that had never known such torment. And all the while, an unheard voice explained the parameters of the birthday girl’s new life.
“A slave exists only to please her Master. Rebellion causes pain. Only the Master can grant pleasure.” “
“A slave exists only to please her Master. Rebellion causes pain. Only the Master can grant pleasure.” “
A slave exists only to please her Master…”
Completely unawares, Holly’s psyche was soaking up these new directives.
***
“They seem to be responding to the program.” Said the young man standing behind an older gentleman.
“Yes.” Agreed the gentleman, obviously pleased, but not surprised.
“They’ll not be transformed by the time they arrive, of course. But the ’softening up’ process will be well under way. From there, it’s simply a matter of good old-fashioned dominance and discipline.”
“Is everything arranged?” He asked his protégé.
“Yes sir.” Came the answer.
“Well then,” he concluded, “we’d best be off.”
He shut down the elaborate computer system, diverting the live feed to a hard drive to record the rest of the women’s trip. The powerful laptop in the van would continue its pre-set program, alternating the “tutorials” each captive was receiving. The two men then left for the rendezvous.
***
The van pulled into the enormous parking lot of the Neshaminy Mall, outside of Philadelphia, fifteen minutes early. Traffic had been light. Neither the driver, nor the other five occupants, knew that they were being watched from the moment the exited the Pennsylvania Turnpike. The van drove to a predetermined location and parked.
Three of the men got out, and after a careful survey of the area, rapped “All Clear” on the back of the van. The fourth hopped out to join them. By now, all had changed into casual clothes. They spotted the aging SUV that had been left for them. Climbing in, one of them checked the GPS resting on the dashboard. Sure enough, the location to pick up the other half of their $400,000 fee had been programmed in.
“Let’s go get paid.” The driver said to his accomplices and headed toward the exit. He saw that his timing was perfect, the light at the bottom of the exit about to turn green.
The man with the binoculars watched, as the SUV turned on to the steep driveway that egressed from the parking lot toward US Route 1. He thumbed the remote in his hand. The quartet never heard the tiny *pop*, as the cellulose encased explosives destroyed the brake and power steering lines.
In his haste to get paid, the driver rushed to make the light. He stepped on the brake in order to slow for the turn. Nothing happened! Startled, he tried wrenching the wheel to the right, but it refused to cooperate. The others in the vehicle were a little slow to pick up this development. When they did, the were frozen in shock.
The vehicle “shot” across the four lanes of highway doing 35 mph. Directly ahead, reflective orange and white striped barrels had been placed where a terribly inadequate barrier once stood. The barrier had been dismantled in preparation for installing one much more stout. You see, what lie beyond, was an impressive 140 foot drop into an abandoned limestone quarry. Several unfortunate vehicles over the past decade had plummeted into this pit. Funding had only just now become available to see that this never happened again.
The SUV brushed the barrels aside, the occupants finally finding their voice. As one, they screamed in terror. One of the men in back managed to throw open his door and jump. Unfortunately, the vehicle’s momentum shot him forward. He bounced once off the pavement, then flew out over the chasm. The other three in the SUV were close behind.
The observer watched only long enough to see the SUV go over the side. He’d personally replaced the missing gas cap with a rag on the vehicle‘s topped off gas tank. A black plume of smoke told him that the gasoline had splashed out upon impact, igniting the wreckage. The police would have their hands full identifying the corpses.
He strolled casually over to the van, his mentor already behind the wheel. Obeying all the traffic rules, they headed out of the parking lot. The sirens of emergency vehicles yet to be heard.
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