The girls looked at each other their chest rising and falling the noise of Keeley kicking in the trunk evident again. The man reached forward taking the ignition keys lit another cigarette and stepped nonchalantly out of the car. He bent down to the front window.
“Stay still and wait for me.”
He then walked to the back and flipped open the trunk.
Diora could see him struggling with Keeley until eventually he had her standing naked in heels his hand on her bound wrists pressing them into her back making her take long legged steps forward her big come’d on tits thrusting up aggressively. As he pushed her towards a broken down house with an awful death head motif over the door her ass wriggled and swayed the afternoon sun making it glisten with sweat. Her brunette hair was bedraggled and she looked over her shoulder in desperation back at the car as he pushed her in the darkness of a doorway entrance.
Cassandra began to wriggle and buck as soon as he disappeared, Diora taking a minute or so before she too began to struggle with her binds. Both girls were sweating heavily their noses snorting as they gasped for breath. The road was deserted; hell they had not seen a soul on the main road for hours. Now off the main track in the backwater they realised they had no chance.
Cassandra’s wrists were coming loose and Diora could see the wire fraying another minute and…
“Tut tut,” The undertaker said as he leaned in at the car window. His cigarette was burning down to a tip and he stubbed it on the floor. He checked Diora’s binds were secure then walked around to Cassandra. She gave a moan as he unfastened her wrists and she covered her inviting breasts the best she could with her unbuttoned blouse. Then she froze as he continued with her neck wire. As the wire came away her hands went up to rub and console her flesh.
“Out” he ordered Cassandra about to remove her duct gag.
“Leave that on,” he snapped grabbing her wrists making her pull from the car then twisting her, grey short skirt swirling long legs pirouetting as he pulled behind her his hand on her wrists pinning her too. He wound the cord again but at the last moment she broke away running in heels arms behind her only to get a few feet before he tackled her to the ground.
“In to the door,” he ordered Cassandra shaking her head the man pulling her to her feet. Her legs went stiff and she pushed her heels against the dirt as he forced her along.
“It’s ok to resist,” he said quietly, “I am not angry, it is only to be expected.”
As Cassandra went into the dark entrance and appeared to begin some decent, Diora increased her efforts. But then she stopped. It was pointless wasn’t it? She could see miles in any direction. He’d taken the keys’ was she going to out run the car? She seemed to be in a trance the horizon playing tricks, undulating like waves in her tired exhausted state. How long she sat like a hypnotised fool no one knows.
Suddenly he was there again.
He undid her gag and she gasped and spluttered her hands still pinned to that wheel.
“Oh God look please stop, whatever you’re doing stop,” she gasped. He stroked her hair then examined her wrist binds. “Just take the car we don’t want any more trouble, its ok we wont tell anyone.” Diora tried to understand. “Look your sister I know your upset but this, you can’t do things like this.”
He made soothing ssssh noises as he undid her wrists then as she rubbed them in comfort he undid her wire headrest bind. He stood back pointing to the dark entrance of his tatty funeral parlour.
“Go inside please,” he asked in his heavy eastern accent. Diora shook her head. “No! No fucking way.”
He stood impassive and pointed again. “Get out and go inside, you must. You have no choice.”
Diora shook her head again, “yes I have. I fucking have.”
He looked around his hands up in a confused gesture. “I do not see any choice,” and he gripped her red hair pulling her out of the car seat as she screamed.
As she stood he stepped back. She straightened herself pulling her shirt back over her sweating tits. “Put your arms behind your back,” he commanded and she paused for a long while. He did not repeat just nodded to her hands. She gave a pitiful grunt in frustration, and then whined like a dog, and then finally she turned and presented her wrists. Although tall she was no match for this well built young man.
He wound the cord around her wrists, and then gently turned her around.
“Now go through that door and then down into the cellar. Be careful the steps are steep. I will be along in a moment.”
She looked into his eyes.” Please why are you doing this,” she said so confused.”
“We helped you,” Diora added in frustration. The man nodded rubbing his grizzled chin. “Yes, yes you did and I thank you for that, now please go inside as I command.”
Looking around at the vast expanse of land she stamped her foot in frustration then shook her head in disgust at her own impotence before doing as he asked. As the tall stunner disappeared into the building the undertaker lit another cigarette staring to the horizon his eyes emotionless.
Diora took hesitant steps as her eyes adjusted from brilliant sun drenched fields to the dark humid semi night of the interior. The stair corridor was a narrow stone step taking her precariously down below the house. She could hear muffled moaning and noise of movement and she cried out to her friends. Her eyes grew more accustomed and as she reached the bottom of the stairs and turned through the brick archway she saw what the man had been up to.
The cellar had a brick arched ceiling with small side rooms filed with rubble and old bottles. On the wall was a large wire meshed rack with equipment hanging from it. In one of the anterooms she could see dirty tiles and a flickering low watt light. There was the sound of dripping water. Above her head a large rack hung suspended with powerful neon lights filling the room with light. The bulbs resonated heat making the room stifling.
knelt in the middle of the cellar room was Cassandra. The blonde beauty was still duct gagged her arms tied behind her back her blouse on but also still ripped open. Her long heeled legs were under her tight grey skirt showing her tensed thighs as she waited patiently for new orders. She seemed to be making no effort to escape the whole experience detaching her from reality.
Not far from the knelling Cassandra was a big workbench strewn with items. The table had many rings and hoped manacles around it and appeared to be of multiple uses.
Behind the dangling goddess Diora could see Keeley. She was standing legs apart bent at the waist her head and hands through a medieval wooden stock. In her black heels her body looked long like poured from a bottle her fantastic ass glistening and curved back dripping with sweat. She looked up in desperation and Diora could see a neon ball gag in her mouth held in place by a leather harness. Her slapped tits were also in a cup less uplifting bdsm brassiere thrusting the globes out while they hung heavy with their weight. Around her tight waist was another black harness the leather thong thrust tight into her ass crack further straps gripping the panties in place around her open thighs. Keeley would have like to have closed her legs but around each ankle was a leather manacle attached to a spreader bar making the beauty stand heels 3 feet apart ass raised with the effort.
Keeley face looked at Diora then back at the instrument hanging from hooks near her. They were pipes and bladders along with other nasty clips and wires. She looked confused, disbelieving and terrified at the same time.
Diora didn’t know what to do or say she just spluttered expletives and the girls names over and over with her arms behind her back she searched the room desperate for some type of cutting device. But on examining the cellars contents this only added to her imagination of what might follow and did nothing to help her escape as everything was blunt, bulbous or flexible. She gave a screech of frustration turning back to the doorway.
“Oh God we’ve got to get out, get help.” But from above the small square of daylight vanished as figures blocked the entrance and then began to descend the narrow stairs
Diora retreated into the room as the sounds of his boots echoed down the steps .She backed away more bumping into the compliant Cassandra, then her ass hit the hard big wooden table.
“Now my beauties,” he said as he entered chest stripped, biceps bulging,” who shall I begin with?”
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