The rain beat upon the tin roof of the abandoned warehouse as Tara and Jen paced back and forth awaiting the "package" as instructed. The sound of a car door closing and approaching steps signaled that their wait was over.
They watched in nervous anticipation as a bound female was led in their direction. Her hands tied securely behind her back, and duct tape covering her mouth. She was also blindfolded. The goons who abducted her said nothing as they shoved the helpless girl forward then turned and left, locking the door behind them.
Tara was the only daughter of the head of a powerful crime family. While no stranger to talk of violence and crime, this was the first time she had actually participated in the family business and she was beyond herself with excitement.
The two friends were to guard the bound girl until her father arranged the money for her release. She was unsure of all the details, but was sure it had something to do with the victims father owing her father money.
Their instructions was to keep the girl captive and as uncomfortable as possible. They could do as they please to amuse themselves, but no physical harm could come to her.
They slowly circled the trembling girl surveying her from top to bottom. Her father stated she was 18 and an only child. Her name was Carla. She was dressed in a white sleeveless blouse with buttons down the front. The rain had soaked her blouse making the low cut bra she was wearing clearly visible. A pleaded skirt came a few inches above the knees. She also wore tennis shoes and white socks that were cut just above the ankles.
"Well bitch, you are ours for awhile so let's get the ground rules straight," Tara remarked in a sadistic tone.
"You do exactly as we say and no harm will come to you, otherwise it could be a long and painful couple of days sweetie," She remarked as her and Jen stared at the helpless captive.
"What do you want to do first,?" Jen asked as she looked at the spectacle before them.
Both girls were brimming with excitement and anxious to see how much power they could exert over their victim.
"Let's strip her!," Tara remarked sadistically. "A naked captive will be easier to control."
While Tara removed the ropes binding the girls hand, Jen began loosening the buttons on the girls blouse. The victim moaned through her gag and tried in vain to free herself from her tormentors grip.
Soon the blouse fell to the floor and Carla could feel Tara's arm getting tighter around her neck. She felt Tara's breath on her neck as well.
"Take off her bra!," "Let's get a good look at those tits," Tara ordered.
Carla's ample breasts were soon freed from their confines and a wave of cool air caused an involuntary reaction from her nipples.
Jen crossed her arms and smiled wickedly as she took in Carla's' exposed breasts.
Tara leaned over and stared at the sight while her left arm still had Carla in neck choke.
"Look at that will you, her nipples are getting hard." Tara teased as Carla turned bright red from embarrassment.
"Twist those babies," Tara told Jen who was more than eager to comply.
Jen began twisting with no mercy despite the passionate plea coming from squirming captive. While Jen tormented the poor girls sensitive nipples Tara kept a tight grip on her neck. Using her body to brace Carla's back, she was able to force Carla to lean backwards giving Jen full access to her tits.
Soon Tara released her grip and shoved the sobbing girl into Jen. The duct tape had been removed and she was grateful to have her hands free from those awful ropes. Carla's first gut reaction was to cover her tits.
"Get your hands down to your side right now!," Tara yelled.
