Condemned

Chapter One-4

“That’s good,” Madeline,” Coleshia said soothingly. “A bit lower now. There, that’s the front one. I’m going to spread your lips a bit and you just come down lower, meanwhile the back one will hopefully center up on your ass….”

Madeline now felt three things; Coleshia’s fingers spreading her lower lips apart, the cold, hard top of the forward faux c**k pushing inward at her still resisting p***y and the rear dildo pressing at a space between the two lower openings. Coleshia noted this and moved the rear dong back slightly while Madeline felt it suddenly seem to spring up and press on her anal sphincter, the rounded head beginning to force the aperture open. She noted that both dildoes were slippery and wet and that this lubricant was helping her absorb the twin probes without any real discomfort.

“Oh, yes, my Dear,” soothed Coleshia. “You are doing fine. What a perfect double f**k you are. You already nice and wet. Guess you like being bound and gagged, huh? I can tell you’ve had plenty of experience in that area.”

The back of Madeline’s head was pressed against the lining on the top of the car’s rear compartment and she bent forward as she strained to lower herself further and accept, as painlessly as possible, the inevitable double penetration.

“Move your ass, Madeline,” Coleshia coached, still hand-guiding the double probes. “Guide them in,”

Madeline tried to comply, but the obscenity of this entire activity was nearly overwhelming. She was mounted on the arm rest, shoving twin dildoes up her ass and cunt while gagged and blindfolded with her arms uselessly bound behind her in a speeding car headed she didn’t know where.

As if on cue, the Mercedes suddenly hit a pot hole in the road, the excellent suspension only partly muting the impact and transmitting the rest of the road shock to the passengers inside and simultaneously driving the twin c***s deep into Madeline’s hovering crotch. The sudden full impalement made Madeline shudder and cry out as she realized that she now was pressed against the leather saddle and the armrest. Coleshia quickly pulled another wide strap from under the arm rest and wrapped it tightly over Madeline’s stocking-topped thighs, pressing the garters into her stretched thigh flesh. Now she was fully trapped, pressed to the seat and violated by the foreign objects nestled in her mouth, s*x and ass.

They drove like this for almost two hours as the snow storm increased in intensity, slowing their progress by forcing the driver to reduce speed. Madeline sweated and strained on her saddle and dildoes while Coleshia entertained herself and the men in front by adding a pair of weighted n****e clips to the captive woman’s breasts. She used a new strap attached to the blindfold and gag harness to pull Madeline’s head back against the headrest, further immobilizing the writhing girl as she fought the volcanic tension in her belly.

Three hours after she entered the Mercedes, Madeline was finally released from her stressed position on the arm rest. The latex hood was removed and she was allowed to put on a tight leather one piece suit that fit like a glove. In the confines of the Mercedes rear compartment, this was not an easy thing to do. The gag was left in place and her arms stuffed into a straight jacket that wrapped around her upper torso and locked at her waist.

Coleshia took another metal band out of her pack and fitted it around Madeline’s ankles, locking it just above the ankle straps of her high heels. Another similar band went around her legs just below her knees and an even larger one was clamped above her knees. The ankle band was connected to a short, three link chain that was under the seat. Madeline jerked her legs and discovered that the chain to her ankles was slowly shortening itself, pulling her legs back against the seat and keeping her in place.

“I hope that’s not too uncomfortable,” Coleshia said. “By now you are probably accustomed to such confinement and that is good. This car was custom-equipped to handle packages like you, so the restrainer chains retract on their own, once connected to the bands. Only the driver can release them. We don’t want you bouncing around inside the auto, so this is all just prevention, not torture, you understand.”

Madeline nodded, feeling the gag harness tighten a bit as she moved her head slightly forward.

“Ah, yes. Of course,” said Coleshia. “You are wondering what is happening and how this will end. Right? Do you think this little w***e realizes that by now she’s condemned to a life of slavery and submission? Do you think she has the idea? What do you guys think? She certainly enjoyed the double f**k, didn’t she? Should she get the full treatment or do we wait? She’s already confined. She is also condemned. So why not enjoy it, huh?”

“If we wait, we won’t get the chance to do it,” said Gregory, the driver. “Right, Baris?” he c****d his head towards the other man who had been silent thus far.

“I agree. Finish her up,” Baris said, turning around in the shotgun seat and studying Madeline as she sat stiffly behind him, tears filing her eyes and making her eye make-up run down her cheeks under the combination blindfold and gag harness. “Besides, we have quite a while before the train arrives, so do her up right, Coleshia, and we’ll enjoy the scenery.”

“Okay,” Coleshia said. “And oh, don’t worry about them,” she said tapping Madeline in the shoulder. “Gregory and Baris are lovers and have little interest in anything involving s*x with a female, so you’re safe from them. It’s me, however, you may want to pay attention to. I like girls and men, so maybe we can get together on this before you take your ride. But for now, since you are already gagged and blind, I think we’ll take care of your hearing as well. Say ‘good night,’ pretty lady.”

Coleshia pressed a pair of fleece and rubber-lined ear cups over Madeline’s ears, making sure they fit precisely and in contact with the gag straps. She attached new straps to the already in place head harness. The entire combination of gag, harness, ear muffs and blindfold was then tightened until Madeline could not see, hear nor make much more than a soft moaning sound.

In her confused and frightened state, she imagined the worst, whatever that might be. After the arm rest treatment, she didn’t think there was much more that could be more humiliating than the orgasm-inducing three hour ride mounted on the mini saddle. She was thousands of miles from home in a country that was still seen as hostile to Americans and she knew that she could easily just disappear. The ship would note that she had left and not returned, but would probably do little else except record and possibly report to the ship’s corporate headquarters what had happened. In reality, an absent passenger in foreign ports was not uncommon. Passengers left for a variety of reasons, some impulsive and some for health reasons. The ship would keep Madeline’s cabin vacant for the next month or two because it was also common for missing passengers to reappear in another destination port as mysteriously as they had disappeared. Madeline realized that she had been lazy in making sure that someone knew her plans for the evening and now, she thought, she was paying dearly for that laziness.

The metal bands on her wrists, arms and legs had warmed to her body temperature and the car was comfortable enough. While she could not see where they were going, the road seemed to be in good condition, which probably meant that they were going into the city on a major highway.

“That will do for now,” Coleshia said, poking at Madeline’s harnessed head and tightening one or two of the straps. “Nod your head if you can hear me.”

Madeline didn’t move her head.

“Good,” said Coleshia. “I think we are now private,’ she said to the men in the front. “Our little friend here is tired from all that activity on the saddle and can’t hear a thing.”

But Madeline wasn’t totally deaf and she listened carefully to the conversation that followed between Coleshia and the two men.

“When we get to the central station, we’ll go to the warehouse and seal her into one of the new shipping containers. We’ll have plenty of time and you two can take off for a few hours.” she added.

Shipping container? Madeline thought. They’re shipping me somewhere? Where the Hell am I going? Of course, it makes some sense if this is a kidnapping, to transport me away from the port where I disappeared. Even if the ship reports me missing, they haven’t the time or inclination to search other than nearby. My entire tour fare was paid up front, months ago, so they have the money and soon will probably release my cabin for partial tour passengers who will board in another port. Damn, these metal bands are tight. I’ll never get away if they keep me like this. I’m screwed. I f****d up and now have managed to sentence myself to being kept, confined in some s**t hole and condemned to a life of abject slavery. Condemned and confined. I am truly screwed.

In her confused mind, Madeline also wrestled with images that she thought maybe came from some old film or TV show. Digging deeper into her memories, it occurred to her that what was happening to her now was a déjà vu scenario that went back many years to a drive-in movie theater when she and another boy friend had been watching a B movie where kidnappers were abducting young women and selling them as personal s*x slaves. The plot was thin and the bondage was almost absurd with lots of loose clothesline and cleave gags, but Madeline remembered that she and the boyfriend had gotten into the film and ended up with her tightly tied in the back of the SUV and the man idly playing with her, his warm fingers probing her cunt and ass while he brought himself to orgasm, all to the background accompaniment of the crappy soundtrack and the screen starlet’s feeble moans and screams.

Could that have actually happened or am I imagining this? Madeline mused as she tried to free her banded hands and pressed her tongue unsuccessfully against the inflated bladder inside her mouth. The car sped onward into the night, but Madeline was now focused on trying to recall exactly what was real and what was not. Was this actually a kidnapping or was she still on the cruise ship dreaming of an abduction that mimicked the old drive-in drama?