Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

The days went by far too slowly for Jan. Donna spent most of her time planning little diversions for Jan, mostly reasons why she should be punished. But Jan’s punishments weren’t like they used to be, they lacked the old zip that Jan used to display. They walked in the woods with Donna bound and sometimes naked. Once Donna even got tied to a pine tree for an afternoon. Mostly she found that the pine trees have very rough bark, her back was covered with red marks when she was finally untied, and that when you’re tied to a pine tree it doesn’t pay to struggle. They watched TV sometimes but neither could get interested in the bland entertainment offered there. Every night they slept together, Donna with her hands always tied behind her back and sometimes her ankles tied together.

It was on the forth day that the call came. Jan ran for the phone, leaving Donna in the den, suspended from the beam by her wrists. She had resorted to being bitchy with her mistress in order to get Jan to react and punish her. The punishment was simple, she had to hang by her bound wrists from the beam, feet completely off the floor, for four hours. And, as if that weren’t punishment enough, her legs had been tied together very tightly and canvass bag filled with rocks had been tied to her big toes, pulling her foot down and adding to her misery. Jan had found some clothespins in the laundry and brought one of them to add to Donna’s suffering. She put it on one nipple, causing no small amount of moaning. Every ten minutes Jan came by and changed the clothespin from one breast to the other. That keep the pain fresh for Donna because a clothespin being taken off after ten minutes with it’s wooden jaws clamped on soft flesh makes that flesh hurt anew. Just when Donna got used to the wooden monster on one nipple, it was changed and she moaned again. The call came in the third hour of Donna’s four hour sentence. When Jan came back she looked better than she had for days. “He’s got a lead on the man,” she uttered excitedly. “Nigel wants us to meet him this evening.”

“Good, Mistress,” said Donna through clenched teeth. Her feet her hurting something quite bad from the heavy weight dragging on her toes.

“Got to pack and drive down to LA,” Jan continued, oblivious to the naked and suffering girl hanging before her. “He’ll be at the LA airport. He says it’s a long trip and there are some things he has to do before we can go. Oh, Donna, isn’t it wonderful! We may get one of our girls back!”

“Wonderful, Mistress.”

“I’ve got to pack,” Jan threw over her shoulder as she dashed for the bedroom. Suddenly she slid to a halt. “Do want to get down now? You’ve still got about an hour to go?”

“I’ll stay up, Mistress. If that’s what you want.”

“Let’s see, clothes, money... And some ropes...” Jan was gone.

Donna sighed and wished she weren’t so damned submissive, Just her nature, she guessed. Well, her nature was causing her a lot of pain and suffering, she said out loud as she tried to shake the clothespin from her left nipple. It only hurt her toes so she stopped.

Donna hung there for the full four hours.

“His name is Edward Jason Kroff,” said Nigel, reading from a sheet of paper before him. “He’s very big in oil wells. His main place is in Dallas but he also has a hunting lodge in Canada. The private detective was able to confirm that he traveled to that hunting lodge the day after one of the twins was bought. He has the money to play these kind of games.”

The three of them were seated in a jet airliner traveling at five hundred miles per hour over Northern California. It was cloudy outside and nothing could be seen but a gray haze all around.

“But why take her to a hunting lodge?” asked Jan. “Why not his home in Dallas?”

“Abigail,” said Nigel with a smile. “Abigail Kroff, his wife. They hate each other guts but neither will give the other a reason for divorce. He could hardly keep a teenager girl prisoner in the same house with a wife who could love the excuse to divorce him with a messy trail and lots of money for her. So he keeps his little hobby separate from his wife. She actually thinks he’s hunting up there. She hates hunting so she stays home in Dallas. Simple, no?”

“Simple,” agreed Jan. “But he’s got my daughter.”

“How did you track him down, Nigel?” asked Donna.

“Private detective did most of the work. Seems the gravely voice rang a bell with him. He remembered it as part of a wealthy Texas oil millionaire. It was a long shot but when he started checking into things he found that the man was in LA on the day the girls were sold. From then on the rest was easy. It was mostly remembering that someone who buys girls is usually very wealthy.”

“How about the woman with the rose tattoo?” asked Jan. “I’ve got him working on that. He thinks he may have a lead, based on what Donna told us.”

“So what are we going to do when we get to this hunting lodge?” inquired Donna. “Just walk up to the door and ask for our girl back?”

“We’ll play it by ear,” said Nigel. “We’ll play it by ear.” The aircraft landed in Seattle and the trio rented a car and found a hotel for the night. Nigel said that he had some things to buy and disappeared leaving the girls in their hotel room. That night Donna joined them for dinner at a fine restaurant but afterwards Nigel and Jan jumped her and tied her in a hogtie again. The gag and blindfold were added just before they tossed her in the closet. A couple hours later, Donna was pulled out of the closet, the gag and blindfold taken off, and her bondage changed to a simple hands crossed and bound behind her and ankles together. She was then allowed to sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed with her neck collar chained to the foot of the bed. It wasn’t too uncomfortable and Donna was very happy that she wasn’t left in that hogtie all night. Nigel and Jan slept in the bed, of course.

The next day the drove into Canada.

The hunting lodge was deep in the Canadian woods near a small lake about a hundred miles out of Calgary. It was a reasonably large cabin made to look like it was built from native logs but wasn’t. There was a 4X4 parked outside but no signs of activity obvious to the trio who lay on their stomachs watching the lodge through binoculars.

“Some one has to be there,” said Nigel. “The truck says that. But are they in the house or out hunting?”

“Nigel,” said Jan in what was almost a whisper, “if you had just bought a new slavegirl, would you leave her in the lodge and go hunting some poor little furry animal?”

“Good point,” was his only reply. They had been watching the place for a long time and getting nowhere. If Edward Kroff was inside, probably playing with his new purchase, if the detective’s guess was right, he might not come out for days. Something obviously had to be done.

Donna crawled back a few feet and stood up in the clearing.

She was wearing pants, boots and a sweater, normal enough clothing for this area, but her wrists’ were locked in handcuffs in the front. “Jan? Nigel? I have an idea...”

Under Donna’s directions they unlocked the handcuffs to allow her to removed the sweater. That left her naked from the waists up and exposed her lovely breasts. She then told them to bind her wrists behind her back. “And the elbows, too,” she said. “Make them tight. Might as well show off my breasts to their best.”

With the last knot tied, she bid they good-bye and walked boldly right up to the lodge door. Donna kicked at the door in place of knocking since her bound arms would have made that more than a little hard. A minute passed and she kicked again. Shortly there after the door was opened to reveal a man of medium stature with a receding hair line and a frown. “What...?” was all he could get out.