Unknown - Ripe for revenge

The driver led us into a large, nicely furnished room, then took off the handcuffs.

He must have saw something in my face that warned him. Now that I had both hands, I wasn't about to take any of his shit.

He backed off, but the grin stayed on his face.

When he left the room, I started looking around the place.

"What's going on? You looking for something?" Teri asked.

"Never mind. And wipe your face." I went back to searching the room.

The girl did wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, cleaning off the last traces of the drivers spent lust.

I could still feel her watching me. And could guess the questions she wanted to ask me.

If Donner and I were close, how come I was acting as if I had never seen this place?

All I could do was hope she'd be quiet for a little while longer. Either I'd find something good, or else…

"Alright. Toy time."

The driver was back.

"O.K.. Over here and get close."

I watched as he put down a medium sized box.

I was still watching, almost daring him to start in with me again, when I felt Teri touching my arm.

Her touch seemed to mellow me, even though I was still mad at her for the way she had thrown herself at the asshole.

Giving in to her smile, and cute body, we moved over to where the driver directed us.

"You can get closer than that."

Rough hands pushed Teri and I together. Turning us so we were facing each other.

"Give each other a hug," he ordered.

Teri's arms were instantly around me, and begrudgingly I did the same.

Our stand-in host was behind Teri, her body blocking most of my view. With two quick clicks I knew that this hug might go on for a while.

They were soon joined, as well as Teri's wrists, by the sound of a second pair of handcuffs snapping into place.

"You two were just made for each other."

It may have been true, but it didn't make me appreciate this jerk any the more.

When he pulled out a weird looking belt, I liked him even less.

"And once we get…"

The driver circled both of our waists with the extra long belt. Pulling it snug, but not too much so because of the difference in Teri's height.

It was the second belt that scared me.

"This into place…"

Silence was hard to maintain as the man fit this other piece of leather to the belt already holding us.

"You'll be inseparable."

The new one was two, maybe three inches wide.

And he was pulling it down between our legs.

Cinching it just hard enough to work it up against our pussys!

"Down on the floor. Wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, would we?"

He certainly found himself to be amusing.

Just chuckling away as he helped lower our bodies down to the cold wooden floor.

The way our bodies were held together made it more difficult for him to get much of a feel, but he managed anyway.

"Only a few more and you'll be picture perfect," we were told as the guy pulled out more straps.

He pulled me around to where Teri and I could now nearly look each other eye to eye.

It also put us so our hips and breasts were touching.

Leather circled our thighs, knees and ankles.

He even managed to find collars for us.

Ones that said "SLAVE".

At least the one on Teri's throat did.

"Now that we're getting all comfy, we want to be sure not to interrupt the boss's meeting. So here's a little something to help you to keep quiet."

The man was holding up a double headed dildo that had to be at least a foot long!

"You've got to be kidding! Get that thing away from me."

My complaint didn't seem to register with the man.

He had already picked where he was going to start.

Holding one end of the dildo very close to Teri.

The blonde opened her lips. Taking in several inches of the plastic dong.

"Your turn, and I'm not taking any shit from you bitch!"

With one hand at the back of each of our necks, the guy pressed our heads toward one another.

I struggled and twisted.

He pressed harder.

My lips were being mashed between plastic and my teeth.

The more I struggled, the more of the beast I was accidentally forcing into Teri's mouth.

Jamming it down her throat!

I had seen her do a pretty good job of sucking, but I didn't think she could handle all twelve inches.

And I was afraid this struggling was going to break some of my teeth.

Our mouths crashed together when I did open my mouth.

Both of us gurgling as the dildo slammed to the backs of our throats.

Before either one could pull away, the driver produced a short length of chain.

Clipping our slave collars together.

Then he added another strap. Cinching our necks together to insure the dildo couldn't come out.

"You could have made it so much easier on yourself bitch. We could have maybe had some fun. But you've really pissed me off."

So saying, our "friend" produced even more straps.

One that went under our arms, and another circling our backs.

When he pulled them tight, all space disappeared between our bodies.

Mashing our breasts.

Then he disappeared behind me.

I couldn't see him, but I could feel his hands doing something behind my back.

First he tightened up the belt Teri and I shared.

Making as tight, or more so, then the one squeezing our breasts flat.

Then he began messing with the strap going between my legs.

Planting a foot in my back, he took hold of the now loosened strap.

And pulled!

Neither Teri or myself could help ourselves from screaming.

The sound passing around the dildo was no more than a pair of loud gurgles.

The rough edges of the strap rasped between our thighs.

Trying it's damndest to work it's way between our pussy lips.

Compressing and slicing the most tender areas possible.

Our torturer paid no heed to our pain.

He only grabbed hold, and pulled again!

Burying the leather into our ass cheeks as if it were pretending to be a G-string.

Two clits were squashed under the intense pressure, and we could no longer make a single move to prevent it.

Or stop it.

"There. Now maybe you'll treat people nicer. I hope this will help teach you how to properly treat a cock," he said as he stood up.

"You girls have a good time. The boss's meeting shouldn't be more than a couple of hours."

The bastard gave me one last swat on the rump as a parting gift.

Leaving us to lay there on the cold floor.

Alone in our suffering.

"Don't seem very energetic, do they?"

"Not yet Mr. Mendoza. But they will once they feel my whip."

I couldn't see him, but I knew the voice belonged to Donner.

And Mendoza was right. We weren't very energetic.

Hot and covered with sweat caused by our forced, close proximity. Neither Teri or I felt much like moving at all.

Even if all the straps we wore would allow us to.

I was of the impression that I wouldn't be able to move even if I were free. Not after having to lay on this cold floor for three hours.

How did I know we had been there for so long? Because that asshole driver thought it would be funny to put a clock on the floor next to us.

Giving us a way to count off every second we had to spend bound to each other.

All I could see of the world was Teri's face, the clock and now the shoes of both men.

I recognized Donner's expensive shoes, which meant it was Mendoza who was now circling around us.

"Are they up to your usual high standards?" the mysterious Mendoza asked.

"If not, they will be. As you know, I can be very persuasive."

Which drew a dark laugh from Mendoza.

All of it sounded as if play time was close by.