Sabrina found herself shoved roughly in the back of an otherwise nondescript black van as two agents cuffed her wrists behind her back and belted her into one of the seats. She gaped at them as the leader, Agent Mendoza, slid behind the wheel and shifted into drive. Something pricked her arm and the world fogged up, her eyes glazing over as she drifted off. She tried to squirm, to ask a question, except her tongue became a sheet of lead refusing to move. Consciousness got swallowed up in a world of dreams and half-dreams.
Later Sabrina awoke, blinking and disoriented. Time seemed to have no meaning, but the cadence of asphalt flying under the van's tires told her that they were still moving. But where?
Recent memories flooded back to her, none of them sanguine. Sabrina had been arrested while in the act of abusing four sex slaves, slaves she had recently captured and been keeping in her hidden compound. Now fear, diluted by a tinge of confusion, coursed through her veins.
Something about this was off. Why had they drugged her? These so-called FBI agents weren't acting normally, and it gnawed at the young woman's gut.
Sabrina tried to open her mouth, but one of the agents, a man with a hawk-like nose and beady eyes, was already stuffing a ball-gag in her mouth and fastening it tight.
"Don't like it when you get a taste of your own medicine, eh bitch?" Sabrina shouted curses through her gag.
The hawk-nosed jerk smiled, but it held no warmth. "You're probably wondering why you're still naked and why we thrust you in this van instead handing you over to the local PD. Let me spell it out for you, bitch. We're taking you to the Supermax Prison off of Highway 101. They have a secret wing of the facility just for nasty cunts like you. Cunts who are guilty of mistreating others and deserve the worst of what they're about to get."
As he finished that chilling thought the agent turned away and left Sabrina to ponder her upcoming fate. Her heart was hammering in her chest. 'This has to be some sick joke. They just want to scare me, to get me to confess.' This was America, where no matter how guilty you were, you still had your rights. Where was her lawyer, her phone call, and WHY hadn't they read her her damn rights? Sabrina struggled in her bindings, kicking her feet to show her displeasure as she glared at the two agents across from her.
Both men had smug looks, and they stared unapologetically at her curvy Latina beauty, at her supple breasts tipped with dark pink nipples which puckered in the cool air conditioning of the van.
"Keep struggling, girl. See how much good it does you," Mendoza called back from behind the wheel as he turned a sharp corner. Sabrina tried to brace herself as her body swayed. The van hit a bump, and she felt a jolt as the groaned through her gag.
"Don't worry, bitch. Once we get you to Warden Grey, he'll teach you and your girlfriend over there a few lessons. Memorable ones." The two men across from Sabrina shared a dark chuckle as the girl's eyes widened. She turned her head to notice, for the first time, an unconscious Asian girl lying trussed up on the floor at the very back of the van. She too was completely naked.
Was that...Mieko? Sabrina recognized one of her more trustworthy slave girls. Mieko had been unwilling at first, but quickly warmed to her Mistress's methods. She had helped Sabrina torment many of the male captives. Thoughts racing, Sabrina realized that they must have judged Mieko to be equally guilty. Whatever hellhole they planned to take Sabrina to, Mieko would share in the torments ahead.
Sabrina looked back at the two men. Normally the cruel dominatrix found stubborn men to be the essence of an appealing challenge. Not so now...especially with the odds stacked against her like this, where she had no access to either her fun 'toys' or bondage gear. She had tormented dozen of helpless men and women, young couples, single guys and girls. Finally, at long last, her bad karma was apparently catching up with her.
"Clyde, maybe we should warm the girl up. What do you think?"
The hawk-nosed man glanced at his squat, rugged-looking partner. The man was compact and built like an armored truck.
"Simmons, I like your style. Don't you think we should clear it with Special Agent Mendoza first?"
With a hint of humor, Agent Mendoza called back, "Permission granted. Have fun with the slut. Try not to damage the goods TOO much. Warden Grey likes his toys shiny and fresh."
Sabrina shuddered as Simmons pulled out a knife and scooted across to her. He put the flat of the blade against her pussy with one hand while he slowly unbelted his pants and dropped them to his ankles. His cock, rigid and pulsing with veins, bobbed free in all its glory.
"You're going to be a good little slut and obey me or my wrist might just...slip," he said, his voice dipping ominously as the cold blade pressed a little more firmly against her labia. Sabrina whimpered and nodded, her fear ramping up ever higher. These men were clearly as sadistic as her, maybe even more so. Part of her was secretly turned on by this, just a little...the deep, depraved inner self that Sabrina had appeased for too long. She half-whimpered, half-moaned as Simmons pressed the blade to her neck with one hand and began to stroke her sex with his free hand.
His calloused fingers outlined her cunt lips, playing with the folds of her pussy and rubbing underneath her clitoral hood. He leaned over, kissing the side of her neck.
"Well, slut? Do you like it? The agonizing pull of terror versus arousal as I have this knife hovering near your throat...as my hand rubs your pussy?" Sabrina whimpered louder when he pressed his lips to her mouth, kissing her deeply as his fingers plunged hard into her sex. She was already starting to moisten, her depths heating with anticipation as he pumped two fingers in and out, in and out, familiarizing himself with her snug, velvety sheath.
"Stop playing with the bitch. You're being too kind to her. Let's use some of her own toys on her," Clyde said.
Sabrina stiffened when she realized that the two agents had brought a duffel bag of her own 'torture toys' along for the ride, and that it included a whip with three long tendrils. Each tendril ended in a tiny, hardened bead. Clyde uncoiled it and braced himself along the side of the van, readying it to strike.
"Be so kind as to move aside."
