THE LIBRARY: Trying Out Part 9

{This story originally appeared on BDSMARTWORK and features some amazing art by SteveWe thank them for letting us share it with you here}

He leered down at the girl, taking the moment to lean down and start slowly removing the tape squares from her eyes. “Oh, you know what would look great on her far better than me. Yeah, of course … sure, why not? She won’t need ‘em, but it’ll sure be fun tearing them off her! …Yeah, okay, see you there.”

He clicked the phone off and finished pulling off her blindfold. Her big, wide eyes were closed, her breathing deep and even. He couldn’t wait to see the former open and the latter quicken.

He started the van engine, visions of lingerie, sexy dresses, thigh high stockings, and high heels dancing in his head.

The place was a simple two-story tract house with a finished basement on a normal suburban street that ran parallel to a main thoroughfare full of mini-malls, big-box stores, and chain restaurants.

In fact, the first thing Claire saw, when her big, wide, eyes opened, was a home goods store in the late afternoon sun. That vision gave way to trees, then houses, and finally a two-car garage at the end of a driveway.

She tried to sit up, but quickly fell back, groaning from the pain in her shoulders, wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees … as well as the throbbing between her legs.

“Awake, honey?” she heard.

She blinked, her deep eyes gleaming. Her head swiveled toward the sound. As soon as she saw the man behind the van’s wheel, it all came rushing back: the attack, the bondage, the gag, and then….

Claire Holden started trying to hurl herself away, screaming. Neither worked. She slammed into the locked passenger door, her pinioned arms and legs flopping, the concentric bands of industrialized rubber circling her mouth and head locking in virtually all sound.

“Now don’t be like that,” he chided as she fought the bonds and hysteria. “Don’t you know how it looks?”

Claire’s popping brown eyes shot down to see that her breasts were barely contained by the way her torn shirt was knotted together, her chest flesh bulging out the top, sides, and bottom. What remained of her pleated skirt was pinned at her right hip, becoming little more than a plaid loincloth. Her leggings were m.i.a. but her high heel ankle boots were still tightly covering her feet. She saw the expertly secured straps at her ankles and knees. She could feel the cords at her wrists and elbows.

“You’re supple,” he giggled. “You can put your arms together behind your back as easy as pie. Can’t wait to try a reverse prayer on you….”

She tried to plead with her voice, hands, and body, but all she accomplished was making her tits protrude even more.

“Now, now, don’t beg,” he soothed. “I’ll fuck you again soon enough, I promise.”

Claire slammed back as far away from him as she could, screeching with all her might, tears all but exploding out of her eyes. He just laughed, pulling the van into the garage. He touched the button on the box clipped to the window-shade, and the garage door started lowering behind them. Suddenly Claire realized that she was well and truly trapped, but before the full import could sink in, he was gone, and the driver’s side door was slamming shut.