Thanksgiving Vacation Ch 03

Thanksgiving Holiday - Chapter 3

Delaney Callahan's second night in captivity was better than her first, but she was still miserable, sore and exhausted. She had slept more in the modified crucifixion position, but she had still woken several times with excruciating pain in her back, shoulders and neck. She had urinated twice, but because of her being suspended above the floor, Delaney did not have to stand or kneel in her mess like the night before. Unfortunately, with her ankles bound tightly together and affixed to the 4x4 beam, she was forced to urinate down her legs, adding to her feeling of helplessness.

She was awoken when the bright lights came on and the big man sauntered into the barn carrying his nylon gym bag. He dropped the bag to the floor, grabbed the stool he had used throughout the past two days, place it in front of the bound, gagged and drooling Delaney and smiled smugly at her diminutive captive.

"Did you sleep well, baby girl?" the man asked. "I didn't sleep much because I was editing your escape attempt with Isaiah well into the wee hours of the morning."

A long string of drool escaped the inflated gag in Delaney's mouth and plopped into the urine drenched sawdust at the base of the 4x4 beam she was bound to.

"I must say," the man continued, as he sported a sardonic smile, "it's truly some of my best work. You looked so convincing, Delaney. Like you just knew that freedom was only minutes away."

Delaney stared at the man with hate and contempt in her eyes but did not utter any noises.

"And you were honestly angry when you realized Isaiah was playing you for a fool," the man said with a laugh.

Delaney finally looked away in disgust from the man who had kidnapped and raped her over the past two days.

The man leaned forward. "I'll take the gag out of your mouth if you promise not to spit on me again."

Delaney looked back at the man and nodded.

The big man smiled again and said, "Because if you spit on me again, I'll start breaking bones. Do I make myself clear?"

Delaney nodded again.

The man reached to the front of the gag, twisted the valve and the air in the bladder filling Delaney's mouth quickly deflated. He then unbuckled the gag from behind Delaney's head and removed it from her mouth.

Delaney worked her painfully stiff jaw in an attempt to alleviate the inflexibility and tried to swallow some saliva in an attempt to relieve the painfully dry feeling in her throat.

The man stepped back and sat down on the stool. "You should have realized Isaiah was punking you, Delaney. The lights never went off, so I could still have perfect lighting for the cameras. That he turned on a dime to support your escape idea, and he turned on me that easily? Should have been clues that you were about to be tricked, but your reactions were cinematic gold! I'm going to make a mint on you, baby girl!"

"Wonderful," Delaney mumbled in a dry, gravelly voice.

"Here's what going to happen today," the man said. "I'm going to dress you in your outfit again, bind you and then we're going to film the second act."

Delaney sighed in resignation of her predicament and said, "What do I have to do?"

The man smiled a bright smile. "That's the spirit, baby girl! So much easier when you accept your fate."

Delaney looked away as he nodded slightly.

"If the shoot goes anything like yesterday's," the man said excitedly, "we will have a masterpiece on our hands! Today is, of course, Black Friday, and that's very apropos because your day is going to turn very dark, I'm afraid."

Delaney looked at the big man. "What do you mean?"

The man cocked his head and said, "Baby girl, are you forgetting something?"

Delaney sighed again. "Daddy. What do you mean, Daddy?"

The behemoth smiled and continued, "Your character attempted an escape by trying to deceive my compatriot. This, of course, cannot go unpunished. I'm afraid you're going to take a severe beating today while bound and gagged."

"You don't have to do this," Delaney implored.

The man smiled again. "I know that, baby girl, but it will be fire! My clients won't be able to get enough of it! After the beating - and I'm afraid that's going to really be uncomfortable for you - I'm going to rape your ass and mouth! Probably the money shot is going to be in your face! It's going to be amazing!"

Delaney was not going to beg. She knew it would fall on deaf ears, and she would not give this asshole the satisfaction. She did her best to remain stoic.

Without another word, the man reached into the gym bag and pulled out the black, spandex shirt Delaney had worn yesterday. He placed Delaney's head through the opening and let the shirt sit there. Then, the man untied the rope securing Delaney's left wrist to the crossbeam. When the wrist was free, the man pulled Delaney's free hand through the shirt sleeve. Once that was completed, he forced Delaney's hand above her head and secured it to the handcuff that was still secured to the 4x4 by an eyebolt. Once the cuff was ratchetted tightly around Delaney's left wrist, he repeated the process with Delaney's right arm. Within a couple minutes, Delaney Callahan's wrists were secured to the wooden post above her head, and she was wearing the long sleeve, skin tight running shirt.

The man then untied Delaney's feet from the post, and Delaney's feet slide to the floor. Next, the man removed the running tights from the bag and placed them on Delaney. The black socks and running shoes followed.

The big man stepped back and admired his captive. "You still look amazing, baby girl. Isaiah will be in shortly with breakfast and to do your makeup and hair. I'll assume you will not give him any grief..."

Delaney just looked away and nodded.

The man pulled the camera from the bag, repositioned the stool and bag, and began to snap pictures of Delaney.

"Amazing," the man muttered. "You look worn and haggard, but not beaten and..."

The man looked away from the camera and directly at Delaney. "And fucking angry!"

He snapped several more pictures in rapid succession.

"Fuck Yeah!" he said excitedly. "Like the fear you showed on Wednesday, this look can't be faked!"

The photoshoot went on for twenty additional minutes. When the man had what he wanted, he packed up the camera and left the barn. Less than ten minutes after that, Isaiah walked in with the bucket of steaming hot water and a smaller gym bag. He cleaned up the soiled sawdust at Delaney's feet, placed new sawdust down and then pulled a bottle of water and straw from the bag.

Delaney drank the bottle down quickly. Isaiah then pulled another jar of baby food and a spoon from the bag. He looked at the jar, smiled and said, "I hope you like apple, zucchini and peach."

Delaney just sighed again.

Isaiah began to spoon it tenderly into Delaney's mouth. After the third spoonful, Isaiah asked, "Are you still mad at me Delaney?"

Delaney swallowed the paste and nodded slightly.

"You're not gonna talk to me anymore?" Isaiah asked.

Delaney looked angrily at Isaiah and said, "I was told not to make any trouble for you. So, I'm doing as instructed.

Isaiah spooned in another portion of baby food and said, "You're a great kisser, Delaney. I had such a great time playing with you."

Delaney swallowed and mumbled sarcastically, "Fantastic..."

When the jar of nasty tasting yogurt-like gel was finished, Isaiah cleaned off Delaney's face and began applying the makeup. Twenty minutes later, Isaiah stepped back, admired her work and said, "God, Delaney, you are so dang pretty!"

"Thanks," Delaney muttered with zero enthusiasm.

Isaiah began working on Delaney's hair. With her arms cuffed above her head and attached to the wooden post, the work on the hair was more difficult, but Isaiah managed to neaten up the mess of tangles on top of Delaney's head.

Just as Isaiah was finishing on the hair, the man returned. He had his black bag and was wearing her usual flannel shirt, jeans and work boots. The man placed the bag on the floor, removed two long pieces of brown, coarse rope and approached the two teenagers.

The man looked at Isaiah's work, whistled and said, "Isaiah, you have outdone yourself! She looks sexy as fuck!"

Isaiah smiled embarrassingly, "Thank you, Daddy."

"Don't leave just yet," the man said. "I've got a surprise for you."

Isaiah beamed but did not say anything.

The man knelt at Delaney's feet, placed her feet against one another and bound her ankles together extremely tight. After he cinched the tie off, tightening it even more, he stood up, removed a small silver key from his jeans pocket and unlocked the handcuffs securing Delaney to the 4x4 post. Without any fanfare, the man spun Delaney around, forced her hands behind her back and began applying the other piece of rope around Delaney's wrists. In less than two minutes, Delaney's hands were tightly bound. Delaney was roughly turned around and was facing Isaiah.

The man walked over to the gym bag, removed the camera and said, "You did such a great job yesterday, Isaiah, I decided to let you have some fun with our baby girl here..."

Isaiah practically jumped at the news.

"Thank you, Daddy! Thank you so much!"

The big man smiled. "I assume you want what you were promised?"

"Hell, yeah, Daddy!" Isaiah said excitedly. "I want that blowjob Delaney promised me!"

The man looked at Delaney and said, "On your knees, baby girl. You have a promise to fulfill!"

Delaney tested the bindings at her wrists and knew she could not slip her hands free. She flexed her arms and realized she had not had this much movement in the man's inescapable bondage since she was abducted, but she was sure she would not be able to get her wrists free without assistance.

The man moved the camera away from his face. "It wasn't a fucking request, baby girl! Get on your fucking knees and service my young friend before I get angry and do things you will regret!"

Delaney went to her knees as Isaiah walked to her. Isaiah unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and forced them and his underwear to his shoes.

The man started taking pictures again.

Isaiah was already hard as a rock, and he placed the tip of his already dripping penis against Delaney's closed mouth.

"Open up, baby girl," the man ordered from behind the camera.

Delaney slowly complied, and Isaiah forcefully entered her mouth. He grabbed the back of Delaney's head and began thrusting his engorged dick in and out of her mouth. Immediately Isaiah began to moan in ecstasy.

"Easy there, Isaiah," the man said with a laugh in his voice as he continued to snap pictures. "Don't jiz yet! I want to keep this up for a while!"

Isaiah pulled his cock from Delaney's mouth and said, "Suck on my balls, you lying whore!"

"Tell her, Isaiah!" the man laughed.

Delaney took Isiaih's hairy scrotum into her mouth and began to fondle the balls with her tongue. Isaiah responded as Delaney assumed he would. Isaiah moaned even louder in sexual pleasure.

"Oh my god," Isaiah moaned. "Ther feels so dang good! So dang good..."

Isaiah's eyes flew open wide and he instantly froze, just before he screamed in agony.

Delaney had bitten hard into Isaiah's sack and balls with all the psi her aching jaw could muster. Isaiah began to slap at Delaney's head, but the strikes were panicked and ineffective.

Delaney released the bite, spit out the hairy, wounded sack and rocked back on her feet. Isaiah grabbed his wounded package, cried out again when he saw blood and bent over in intense pain.

Delaney slid her bound wrist over her ass, rolled onto her back, slid her wrists over her bound feet and jumped into a standing position. Looking up, Delaney saw she was still directly under the edge of the loft. She looked to see where the man was and noticed that except for removing the camera from his face, the man stood transfixed by what he was seeing.

Delaney look upward again, squatted as far down as she could and jumped with all her might. She grabbed the lip of the loft and hung there more than four feet off the floor. She rocked backward and then flew forward toward the still whimpering Isaiah.

Isaiah looked up just in time for Delaney's bound feet to impact with his jaw. The blow caused Isaiah to severely bite into his tongue. Teeth shattered as the young teen fell backward. Isaiah's head bounced hard off the wooden floor and was immediately knocked unconscious.

Delaney swung backward again, and when she came forward a second time, she launched upward, curled her legs over the lip of the loft and landed on the loft's surface.

The man was stunned by what he had witnessed but quickly recovered when Delaney disappeared on top of the loft.

"Holy shit, baby girl!" the man said. "That was some serious cheerleading shit right there! I'm so fucking happy the cameras are rolling because this movie is going to make me rich!"

He put the camera down and checked on Isaiah. "You fucked up Isaiah pretty good, baby girl. Nasty gash on his tongue, broke a bunch of her teeth and his balls look pretty sore! You know he's gonna fuck you up when he comes to!"

Delaney said nothing.

"You can't get away, baby girl," the man continued. "There's no way out except the mudroom door. You come down now, and I promise not to really fuck you up for this indiscretion."

Delaney remained silent.

"Baby girl, if you make me come up there to get you," the man said with a bit more anger in his voice, "I promise you that you will regret it!"

Delaney did not make a sound.

"Your decision, baby girl," the man said.

He walked to the mudroom and returned with an extension ladder. He extended it enough to reach the loft's edge and began slowly climbing.

"Baby girl," he said, "I was planning on going easy on the beating I was going to deliver in the shoot today, but because you've been such a pain in my ass, I'm not holding back."

Delaney said nothing.

The man slowed at the edge of the loft and slowly raised his head above so he could see where Delaney had situated herself. The first thing the man saw was one of the pieces of rope that had been on Delaney. It was on the loft's floor near where the ladder crested the lip. Then the man saw motion to his right. He looked and saw Delaney, her ankles now free but her wrists still bound in front of her body, in the process of swinging a shovel - a shovel the man had thrown onto the loft weeks ago and had completely forgotten about - toward the big man's exposed head!

The iron shovel impacted with the side of the man's skull, forcing him to lose his grip and fall from the ladder. He crashed hard to the wooden floor, next to Isaiah's unconscious form, and rolled onto his back. Just as his vision darkened and he slipped into unconsciousness as well, he saw Delaney Callahan's head poke over the edge of the loft and stare down at him - and Delaney sported a malevolent smile on her face.

The splitting headache was the first thing the man registered as he slowly regained consciousness. His first thought was to feel his head, but he quickly realized that was impossible. His hands were secured behind his back. He opened his eyes and saw he was still in the barn. He was stripped naked and sitting on the floor with his back against one of the 4x4 posts that supported the loft.

He saw that Isaiah was still unconscious, but he was in a different position from where the man last remembered the teenager being. Isaiah was also naked, and he was secured to the handcuffs that were permanently affixed to the neighboring 4x4 beam by an eyebolt. The boy was hanging lifelessly with his arms cuffed above his drooping head.

The man pulled at his wrists and knew immediately that his wrists were secured to the post by a set of handcuffs - and they were ratcheted down painfully tight. He looked around but Delaney Calahan was nowhere in sight. Isaiah and the man were alone in the barn.

The bright lights popped on and the searing pain in the man's skull tripled. Delaney then walked into the barn from the mudroom door. She was dressed in the clothes that she was wearing when Isaiah had initially abducted her two days prior - a white long sleeve Clemson t-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, brown mid-calf boots with a three-inch heel, a brown suede, faux fur lined jacket and the orange Clemson scarf. She had her purse strapped across her chest. The cheerleader walked past the unmoving Isaiah and stopped several feet from the man's outstretched legs.

Trying to ignore the agonizing throbbing in his head, the big man said with all the gusto he could manage, "That was some pretty impressive shit, baby girl. Now, I'm sure you're feeling pretty enthralled with yourself right about now, but I'm sure we can work out a compromise that benefits us both."

Delaney smiled a humorless smile and shook her head slowly. "You are a piece of work, Mr. Alistair Arthor Smith. You are in no position to bargain or dictate terms."

Alistair knew that Delaney had obviously been through his house. That is where all Delaney's clothes and belonging were stored along with his wallet and driver's license.

Alistair still tried to pass along his false bravado and said, "That cheerleader flip right after you knocked out Isaiah was masterclass stuff! I'm willing to cut you in for a percentage of the revenue of that movie. Believe me, I will make you wealthy."

Delaney continued to slowly shake her head from side to side and then glanced at Isaiah and back at Alistair. "Yeah, Isaiah is fine. Just knocked out cold and in need of some serious dental work. Thanks for asking, Alistair."

Mr. Smith snorted, hoping he did not sound as concerned as he was starting to feel, and said, "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement, baby girl..."

Delaney's eyebrows went up. "An arrangement? Like I uncuff you and Isaiah and let you finish editing the movies of me getting raped and then escaping?"

Alistair nodded. "Exactly!"

Delaney nodded. "Maybe I'll even let you tie me up again. So that you can finish this epic. Maybe, we even shoot the scene where you abduct me while I'm jogging..."

"I like where your head is at, baby girl!" Alistair said. "The money we can make..."

"Please," Delaney said as she closed her eyes and rubbed her face, "just shut the hell up."

"You don't know what you're throwing away, baby girl," Alistair said, desperation finally noticeable in her voice. "You need to think about your future."

Delaney opened her eyes, sighed and said, "No, Alistair. You and I are done. For good. I'm parting ways with you and Isaiah shortly."

Alistair spit a glob of bloody phlegm to the side and then said, "Fine, you little bitch, cunt whore! Call the cops! I already have my alibi and Isaiah will back me up! You volunteered for this, but we had a disagreement because you wanted more money! It'll be your word against mine, baby girl!"

Delaney snorted. "I'm not calling the cops."

"Huh?"

"I'm not calling the police," Delaney reiterated. "I'm going back to Clemson. I'm supposed to be back on campus some time tonight. There's a football game I'm supposed to cheer at tomorrow, remember?"

Alistair looked perplexed. "So...what about me?"

"And Isaiah," Delaney said. "Don't forget about Isaiah."

"What are you gonna do with me, baby girl!" Alistair yelled.

"Nothing," Delaney replied. "I'm just going to leave you two like this. I have no idea where my car is, or if it's drivable, but I'm taking your truck. Once I get it to Clemson, I'll abandon it and report mine stolen."

Alistair's confusion was palpable. "If you're not calling the cops, then what are you doing with me?"

Delaney smiled that same malevolent smile she had sported when Alistair last saw her, as he was fading into unconsciousness. "I figured I'd just leave you two here. Just like you are right now. Tightly handcuffed to the posts, naked and with no possible way to get free."