Sarah pays a dept.
Sarah pays a debt
Part One - Journey and Discovery.
1 – Removal
It’s 4am on a Saturday morning in early June and Sarah is asleep upstairs in her bedroom but Andy, her husband, isn’t with her. He’s downstairs in the front room, nursing a large whisky and trembling as he waits.
Headlights pass across the window and an engine stops outside. Andy goes to the window and peers around the curtain, it’s just getting light; there is a plain white transit van outside. Two men get out and walk towards the front door. Andy opens the door and the two men enter without acknowledging him. One is tall and normal build, the other is massively built; like the proverbial brick outhouse.
“Please don’t do this. I can get the money. I promise. I just need another week.” pleaded Andy to the tall guy.
“Where are you gonna get fifty grand from next week that you couldn’t have got in the last month?” the tall guy asked.
He continued when Andy didn’t answer.
“When you staked your wife you knew that if you couldn’t cough up this would happen. You fucking knew it didn’t you? You’ve seen it before and you knew that if you fucked up she’d pay. Man you didn’t even have the guts to risk yourself did you? No you little fuck you didn’t, did you? If it were down to me I’d be taking your sorry lily livered arse but there’s no market for vids of a guy getting what she’s gonna get, so you get away with it you little fucker!”
Andy was white with fear and stood trembling in front of the two thugs.
“Where is she? Come on where is the bitch?”
“She’s no bitch.” mumbled Andy.
“Ha, she’ll be our bitch by the time we’ve finished with her! Where the fuck is she?” asked Tall Guy
“Upstairs, the second door on the left. You’re not really gonna hurt her are you Grant? Not really?”
“Look fuckwit the sort of people who buy our DVDs aren’t looking for actors and models who can scream well. They want the real McCoy, not some crappy porn slut wriggling about pretending it hurts. I suggest you buy in a pile of Valium, paracetamol and ice packs for when you get her back.”
“When will you bring her back?”
“When she’s earned fifty grand” replied Grant with an evil grin cracking his face.
Grant turned to the other thug, “Go get her Joss.”
Joss went up the stairs. He reached the landing and took out a black leather halter gag and two pairs of open hand cuffs. He opened the second door and walked in; surprisingly quietly for such a huge man. It was a hot night and Sarah was asleep laying on top of the quilt, on her front; naked. Her shoulder length natural blond hair flowed over her shoulders. She was probably 5 foot 5 inches tall, although it was a difficult to tell with her lying down. She had a beautifully curvy figure without any flab but not bony either. Joss moved around the bed and in flash straddled Sarah and pinned her to the bed by her neck. He put his head down next to hers.
“Keep quiet love and you might live to see the morning,” he whispered in Sarah’s ear.
Startled out of sleep Sarah tried to lift her head with all the efficacy of an ant trying to lift a paving slab. The shear presence of the man mountain on top of her made her realise that struggling would be futile. She nodded as best she could.
“Good girl, now hands behind your back and feet together dear.”
Joss got off her back but kept his hand on her neck. Sarah complied putting her hands behind her back and felt cuffs snick into place around her wrists and ankles. Then Joss put on the halter gag forcing her jaw open. She started to panic and struggle but it was too late, the straps were pulled tight without a care for trapping her hair. Joss picked her up off the bed and slung her over his shoulder with no more effort than if she were a bag of straw. He pushed his hand between her legs and shoved his thumb hard into her cunt. The gag smothered Sarah’s anguished yelp.
“That’s it love, get used to it, you’re my cunt now.”
He carried her down stairs.
“Got her Gov!”
“You didn’t have to strip her!” shouted Andy.
“I didn’t, she was ready and waiting for me like this mate.”
“Where she’s going to son, a lack of clothes is going to be the very least of her worries.” gloated Grant.
Andy could hardly watch as the two men simply walked out of his house with his naked wife looking back at him with tears in her eyes and no idea what had happened and what was going to happen to her.
Grant opened the back of the van and Joss climbed in and dropped Sarah onto a mattress. He looked at her naked and terrified and felt his cock stiffen at the thought of what he’d get to do to her later. He slapped her tits a couple of times.
“Leave it out Joss, we don’t want her all bruised up for the clients.” admonished Grant.
Joss grunted and twisted Sarah’s nipple till she screamed through the gag.
“Try not to pee yourself darling; I’ll use your hair to mop it up.”
He climbed out and shut the doors.
Andy watched the van drive away and closed the front door wondering if he’d ever see Sarah again.
Sarah shivered in the back of the van as she tried to stay on the mattress. There were no windows so she had no idea where she was going or how far. There were some long periods where the van didn’t turn much which she presumed were stretches of motorway.
The van slowed and took some twisting turns then came to a stop. The engine was switched off, she heard the men come around and the back doors were opened. The big guy, Joss, grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards the back of the van. When he could reach he lent forward and grabbed the halter gag pulling her into a sitting position with her legs hanging out the back of the van. They were parked in some sort of garden on a gravel road. He put a thick canvas bag over her head and pulled the draw string tight around her throat knotting the cord to keep the bag on. She felt him take the cuffs off her ankles. He slung her over his shoulder again and walked a few paces and stood her up. Sarah could feel dew covered grass under her feet.
“Time to pee love we’ve still got a way to go.”
Sarah didn’t recognise the voice; it must have been the other guy who she’d seen downstairs. Her bladder had been aching for a while so she spread her legs, squatted a little and peed. She could hear the two men chuckling to themselves as the pee splashed onto the grass. It definitely felt better out than in, she squeezed out the last few drops.
“Come on Gov. Let me fuck her just once. Go on they won’t know.”
“No Joss you know the rules. You can do what you like with her on the way back but not until the auction is over.”
“But she’ll be a wreck then. Not much better than dog food.”
“Don’t be an arsehole Joss; she’ll still have plenty of mileage in her. And with an idiot like Andy for a husband do you think this is the only time you’ll see her?”
“You’re probably right Gov.” conceded Joss.
Sarah stood there listening to the conversation, stifled by the gag and bag. She couldn’t run, she couldn’t scream. What the fuck was going to happen to her?
She heard footsteps on gravel in front of her, then a zip being pulled down. A couple of seconds later a stream of hot piss stated splashing all down her chest. She couldn’t move she could run into a tree, brambles or nettles. She just had to take it. The stream slowed and ended. Then another started this time over her arse the piss running down her butt crack and down her legs.
She started to shiver as the piss cooled on her. Somebody grabbed her arms from behind and pulled her backwards onto some clean grass then pushed her down onto her back.
“Wipe yourself clean bitch.”
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Part One - Journey and Discovery.
1 – Removal
It’s 4am on a Saturday morning in early June and Sarah is asleep upstairs in her bedroom but Andy, her husband, isn’t with her. He’s downstairs in the front room, nursing a large whisky and trembling as he waits.
Headlights pass across the window and an engine stops outside. Andy goes to the window and peers around the curtain, it’s just getting light; there is a plain white transit van outside. Two men get out and walk towards the front door. Andy opens the door and the two men enter without acknowledging him. One is tall and normal build, the other is massively built; like the proverbial brick outhouse.
“Please don’t do this. I can get the money. I promise. I just need another week.” pleaded Andy to the tall guy.
“Where are you gonna get fifty grand from next week that you couldn’t have got in the last month?” the tall guy asked.
He continued when Andy didn’t answer.
“When you staked your wife you knew that if you couldn’t cough up this would happen. You fucking knew it didn’t you? You’ve seen it before and you knew that if you fucked up she’d pay. Man you didn’t even have the guts to risk yourself did you? No you little fuck you didn’t, did you? If it were down to me I’d be taking your sorry lily livered arse but there’s no market for vids of a guy getting what she’s gonna get, so you get away with it you little fucker!”
Andy was white with fear and stood trembling in front of the two thugs.
“Where is she? Come on where is the bitch?”
“She’s no bitch.” mumbled Andy.
“Ha, she’ll be our bitch by the time we’ve finished with her! Where the fuck is she?” asked Tall Guy
“Upstairs, the second door on the left. You’re not really gonna hurt her are you Grant? Not really?”
“Look fuckwit the sort of people who buy our DVDs aren’t looking for actors and models who can scream well. They want the real McCoy, not some crappy porn slut wriggling about pretending it hurts. I suggest you buy in a pile of Valium, paracetamol and ice packs for when you get her back.”
“When will you bring her back?”
“When she’s earned fifty grand” replied Grant with an evil grin cracking his face.
Grant turned to the other thug, “Go get her Joss.”
Joss went up the stairs. He reached the landing and took out a black leather halter gag and two pairs of open hand cuffs. He opened the second door and walked in; surprisingly quietly for such a huge man. It was a hot night and Sarah was asleep laying on top of the quilt, on her front; naked. Her shoulder length natural blond hair flowed over her shoulders. She was probably 5 foot 5 inches tall, although it was a difficult to tell with her lying down. She had a beautifully curvy figure without any flab but not bony either. Joss moved around the bed and in flash straddled Sarah and pinned her to the bed by her neck. He put his head down next to hers.
“Keep quiet love and you might live to see the morning,” he whispered in Sarah’s ear.
Startled out of sleep Sarah tried to lift her head with all the efficacy of an ant trying to lift a paving slab. The shear presence of the man mountain on top of her made her realise that struggling would be futile. She nodded as best she could.
“Good girl, now hands behind your back and feet together dear.”
Joss got off her back but kept his hand on her neck. Sarah complied putting her hands behind her back and felt cuffs snick into place around her wrists and ankles. Then Joss put on the halter gag forcing her jaw open. She started to panic and struggle but it was too late, the straps were pulled tight without a care for trapping her hair. Joss picked her up off the bed and slung her over his shoulder with no more effort than if she were a bag of straw. He pushed his hand between her legs and shoved his thumb hard into her cunt. The gag smothered Sarah’s anguished yelp.
“That’s it love, get used to it, you’re my cunt now.”
He carried her down stairs.
“Got her Gov!”
“You didn’t have to strip her!” shouted Andy.
“I didn’t, she was ready and waiting for me like this mate.”
“Where she’s going to son, a lack of clothes is going to be the very least of her worries.” gloated Grant.
Andy could hardly watch as the two men simply walked out of his house with his naked wife looking back at him with tears in her eyes and no idea what had happened and what was going to happen to her.
Grant opened the back of the van and Joss climbed in and dropped Sarah onto a mattress. He looked at her naked and terrified and felt his cock stiffen at the thought of what he’d get to do to her later. He slapped her tits a couple of times.
“Leave it out Joss, we don’t want her all bruised up for the clients.” admonished Grant.
Joss grunted and twisted Sarah’s nipple till she screamed through the gag.
“Try not to pee yourself darling; I’ll use your hair to mop it up.”
He climbed out and shut the doors.
Andy watched the van drive away and closed the front door wondering if he’d ever see Sarah again.
Sarah shivered in the back of the van as she tried to stay on the mattress. There were no windows so she had no idea where she was going or how far. There were some long periods where the van didn’t turn much which she presumed were stretches of motorway.
The van slowed and took some twisting turns then came to a stop. The engine was switched off, she heard the men come around and the back doors were opened. The big guy, Joss, grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards the back of the van. When he could reach he lent forward and grabbed the halter gag pulling her into a sitting position with her legs hanging out the back of the van. They were parked in some sort of garden on a gravel road. He put a thick canvas bag over her head and pulled the draw string tight around her throat knotting the cord to keep the bag on. She felt him take the cuffs off her ankles. He slung her over his shoulder again and walked a few paces and stood her up. Sarah could feel dew covered grass under her feet.
“Time to pee love we’ve still got a way to go.”
Sarah didn’t recognise the voice; it must have been the other guy who she’d seen downstairs. Her bladder had been aching for a while so she spread her legs, squatted a little and peed. She could hear the two men chuckling to themselves as the pee splashed onto the grass. It definitely felt better out than in, she squeezed out the last few drops.
“Come on Gov. Let me fuck her just once. Go on they won’t know.”
“No Joss you know the rules. You can do what you like with her on the way back but not until the auction is over.”
“But she’ll be a wreck then. Not much better than dog food.”
“Don’t be an arsehole Joss; she’ll still have plenty of mileage in her. And with an idiot like Andy for a husband do you think this is the only time you’ll see her?”
“You’re probably right Gov.” conceded Joss.
Sarah stood there listening to the conversation, stifled by the gag and bag. She couldn’t run, she couldn’t scream. What the fuck was going to happen to her?
She heard footsteps on gravel in front of her, then a zip being pulled down. A couple of seconds later a stream of hot piss stated splashing all down her chest. She couldn’t move she could run into a tree, brambles or nettles. She just had to take it. The stream slowed and ended. Then another started this time over her arse the piss running down her butt crack and down her legs.
She started to shiver as the piss cooled on her. Somebody grabbed her arms from behind and pulled her backwards onto some clean grass then pushed her down onto her back.
“Wipe yourself clean bitch.”
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