Finally, it was Friday. It had been a crummy week, Amy McGuire reflected, and she was so relieved it was finally over. At 28, she was the youngest branch manager for a large regional bank, and she was intelligent, well liked and attractive, with thick, dark shoulder-length hair. None of those qualities had helped on Monday, though, when the Regional Vice President had scolded her severely because her branch had missed its goal for opening new accounts the previous month. Then, on Tuesday, she had the unpleasant task of firing her assistant, Sandy, for missing too many work days. She expected her to be upset, but she was taken aback when Sandy started swearing at her and then yelled, "I'll get you, you bitch!" as she was escorted out of the bank by Security. The incident had made her feel uneasy the rest of the week. Now, after working until almost 7:00 p.m., Amy headed for the parking garage, looking forward to the weekend.
Stepping off of the elevator onto the second level of the almost deserted garage, Amy fumbled for her keys. When she looked up as she got close to her car, she saw that a van was parked next to her. Then a young Black woman stepped out from behind the van and approached Amy, saying that her van wouldn't start and asking Amy for help. Focused on the woman, Amy was shocked when her arms were suddenly yanked behind her. She started to scream, but it turned into a grunt when the Black woman ran up and punched her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her. Trying desperately to draw a breath, Amy couldn't resist as handcuffs were fastened around her wrists, which were still behind her back. Just as she started to breathe again, duct tape was placed over her mouth and more tape was placed over her eyes. Defenseless, terrified and unable to make a sound that could be heard from more than ten feet away, Amy felt herself being lifted by the feet and shoulders, and then she was shoved on her back across something hard. She felt her ankles being crossed and then fastened with what she assumed was more duct tape. She heard a door close and realized she was on the floor of the van, then another door closed and the van began to move.
Sandy waited with growing anticipation for her friends, NeKay and Maria, to arrive with her former boss. She was at a place she and her friends called the Playpen. It was an old, abandoned building on the edge of town which the three friends had converted into a dungeon, where they played their BDSM games. They had acted out their desires on each other and a couple of other people, but Amy McGuire would be their first unwilling participant, and Sandy knew that Amy's unwillingness would add to her, Sandy's, enjoyment. Sandy had learned two things about herself at a young age: she liked girls, and she liked to inflict pain. Hurting, humiliating and mentally breaking another woman, especially a good looking, successful one, gave her a high and a sense of power that she craved like a drug.
When Sandy heard the van pull into the attached garage, she went to the window that looked from the back of the building into the garage. She saw NeKay and Maria haul Amy out of the van, and while Maria cut the tape around Amy's ankles, NeKay fastened a leather collar around Amy's neck and then attached a short leash to the collar. Giving a tug on the leash, NeKay then headed for the door leading from the garage to the building. Amy, unable to see, stumbled after her, trying not to fall. When they entered the Playpen, Sandy walked up and slapped the right side of Amy's face and then the left. Amy cried out in surprise and pain, and staggered from the force of the blows. "Welcome to the Playpen, Cunt! Get her over to the Cross."
In the back of her mind Amy thought something about that voice sounded familiar, but stunned by the hard slaps and with her ears ringing, it was all Amy could do to stay on her feet as NeKay pulled her forward again with the leash.
The Cross consisted of a wooden beam about seven feet tall set vertically into the floor, with another beam, about five feet in length, extending out to the sides at a height of about six feet on the vertical beam. NeKay made Amy stand with her back against the vertical beam, and then hooked the leash to a metal ring set into the beam above Amy's head. There was only a little slack in the leash, so Amy was forced to keep her head up and back to avoid choking. Once her neck was secured, NeKay cut the tape on Amy's wrists, pulled her suit jacket off, placed a leather cuff on each wrist, and then lifted Amy's arms and fastened the cuffs to rings set into the horizontal beam. Next, NeKay put cuffs around Amy's ankles, pulled her right leg out to the side and fastened the cuff to a ring set into the floor, and then did the same with the left leg. When she stood up, NeKay unfastened the leash, much to Amy's relief.
Standing with her arms outstretched to the sides and her legs more than shoulder-width apart, Amy waited nervously for whatever would happen next. She didn't wait long. Suddenly the tape was ripped from her mouth, and then from her eyes. Her eyes watered and she blinked at the sudden exposure to light. At first she couldn't see but after a moment her vision cleared. She was stunned to see Sandy, her former assistant, and she also saw the Black woman from the garage. There was also another woman, who appeared to be Hispanic, that Amy hadn't seen before. "Sandy??!!"
"I told you I'd get you, you cunt! You're going to be sorry you fired me!"
"Sandy, I
am
sorry! I'm very sorry... please let me go!"
"You're not nearly as sorry as you're going to be. I'm going to make you my bitch—in fact, you'll beg to be my bitch... but first you need to be punished."
Amy wasn't sure what Sandy meant, but she was very afraid. "No...please..."
Sandy stepped forward, hooked her fingers in the top of Amy's blouse and yanked hard. Buttons flew and the front of the blouse fell open, revealing Amy's bra. The Hispanic woman handed Sandy a pair of scissors, and Sandy began cutting the blouse from the collar, through the left shoulder and down the sleeve. "Please...please don't...", Amy pleaded. It was no use. Sandy cut the right side of the blouse in the same way, and the pieces fell to the floor. Sandy then cut Amy's bra straps and then cut through the middle of the bra. As the cups fell away, Amy's full breasts dropped free.
Sandy smiled as she reached out and cupped Amy's breasts in her hands. "Well, well—look at these nice tits! We're going to have fun with these." She began to squeeze Amy's breasts as she asked, "What size are your tits, Cunt?"
Amy groaned in pain and then gasped, "36...ohh..36C...oh pleeease..."
With a smirk, Sandy said "Oh please what? Oh please suck my tits?"
With the pain getting worse Amy cried out "No!! Please stop squeezing them!!"
Sandy was enjoying herself. She stared at Amy's face, watching the fear and pain reflected there, and seeing beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "When were your tits sucked last?" As she asked this, Sandy drove her thumbnail into Amy's right nipple.
"OWWW!! I...I don't know...OW!...maybe six months ago! Please stop!!"
"Wow—six months is a long time. I think you need to have them sucked again."
"NO! No, please...", Amy pleaded.
"It's o.k. NeKay and Maria here will be happy to suck them for you, won't you ladies?"
As Maria laughed, NeKay, looking at Amy like a wolf looking at a lamb, said "Yeah, sure we'll suck them for her."
Sandy stepped back and waved her friends forward. NeKay went for Amy's right breast and Maria the left. The Black woman immediately bit the nipple and then, as it swelled up, she began to suck it hard. Maria pinched Amy's left nipple and stabbed it with a fingernail, and then closed her mouth over it and began to suck like a starving baby.
Completely helpless, Amy screamed and writhed in pain. With her arms outstretched and slightly behind her, her breasts were thrust out as if inviting attention, and NeKay and Maria looked like they were feeding upon some sort of sacrifice. They each alternated sucking hard at the nipples with biting them, as well as sucking and biting at the soft, plump flesh of Amy's breasts. NeKay especially seemed to like to take as much of the breast in her mouth as she could and then roll the tender meat between her teeth.
Amy continued to scream and sob in agony, and cried out over and over, "NO! STOP IT!! NOOOO!!", until she thought she would lose her mind. Finally, Sandy told her friends to stop. As they stepped back, Sandy smiled when she saw that Amy's nipples were swollen to probably twice their usual erect size, and her breasts were covered with red bite marks.
Laughing, Sandy said, "Well, you won't need your tits sucked any time soon again, will you?" When Amy just continued to sob, Sandy slapped her face. "I asked you a question and I expect an answer!"
Desperately pulling herself together to avoid another slap, Amy quietly said, "No".
"No what?", Sandy said menacingly.
Trying to focus on what Sandy wanted her to say, Amy said haltingly, "No...I...won't need my breasts—"
Sandy grabbed Amy's breasts and shook them. "Tits! These are your tits!!", she yelled.
Amy hated the word "tits" and considered it crude, but afraid of being hit again, she said, "No, I won't need...my...tits...sucked again soon."
"Well, now let's see what you've got for us between your legs." Amy's fear escalated as Sandy unfastened the catch on Amy's skirt and pulled down the zipper. Then she picked up the scissors again and cut from the waistband down through the hem. In two pieces, the expensive suit skirt slipped down over Amy's hips and fell to the floor.
Standing there now in just her panties, Amy felt a mix of fear and embarrassment. The fear became dominant when Sandy held the point of the scissors against the middle of her panties and then slowly pushed the scissors down, following the outline of Amy's labia. Choking back a sob, Amy said, "Please...don't..."
Just to mess with the terrified woman's mind, Sandy said innocently, "Please don't what? Please don't leave you in just your panties?"
"Please don't hurt me anymore...please?", Amy pleaded.
