Thread: In The Basement [N-C]

The redhead on the other side of the room deserved to be saved. At some point, the man had brought another girl down to the basement. He had a second mattress available for her, and the second light bulb--this one also situated over the mattress--helped to illuminate the opposite side of the room. She was still unconscious when Brittany woke up. They were the only two in the basement. The redhead looked like she'd been kidnapped from bed also. Her feet were bare, sticking out from a very loose-fitting pair of grey sweatpants. Her t-shirt, several sizes too large, fit her like a blanket. She seemed peaceful. Her wrists and ankles had been zip-tied, and what appeared to be a pair of socks--perhaps the ones stripped from her feet--were lodged in her mouth. But, she was still asleep, and--hopefully--having sweet dreams. Brittany turned her attention to her own plight. Her loins ached, but her crotch felt cool and refreshed, as though her rapist had sterilized her with rubbing alcohol. Her feet had been re-restrained with a thin chain wound around her ankles numerous times. A small padlock kept the chain in place. Her hands, still behind her back, had been cuffed. The tape had been peeled away, replaced by a rolled-up white handkerchief that cut between her teeth and came to a bulbous knot at the back of her head. The redheaded girl groaned. Brittany snapped her eyes to the other mattress. Stay asleep as long as you can! The redhead didn't hear Brittany's mental pleas. Mumbling behind the tape, the redhead rocked back and forth on the mattress. When she felt it--that first surge of helplessness--she froze in place. A collection of stifled mewls escaped from her sock-gagged mouth. Brittany could only imagine what went through the girl's mind when she rolled over and saw her cellmate. At least when Brittany woke up, she was alone she had a few moments to think that it was all a bad dream, or an elaborate prank. The redhead, however, turned her head and immediately saw another prisoner--handcuffed, chained, gagged, and nude. She spit out the socks and grimaced, trying to get the taste out of her mouth and re-wet her lips. Then she looked to Brittany. Are you okay? Brittany lifted her head and nodded. It was a slow nod, though-- I've had better days . I'm Jill...do you know where we are? Brittany shook her head. How did they get you? Did they kidnap you? A nod. Jill swallowed hard and sat up, folding her legs to the side. When she had her balance, she turned her attention back to Brittany. Have they...have they done things to you? Brittany swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Then, she nodded. The color blanched from Jill's face. She looked around the basement, evidently seeing how few options they had. Her eyes fell onto Brittany once more. Okay. I'm going to hop over there. I think I can get that gag out of your mouth. Then we can have a better time talking. The notion was irresistible. The cleave-gag had her lips pulled tight and dug into the edges of her mouth by her cheeks, and when she rolled her head the knot jammed into the back of her head. Brittany wiggled her way upright until she was sitting on her bum and putting her mouth at the level where Jill's hands would be. Seeing this, Jill swung her feet around, letting them hang off the mattress only inches from the floor. Just as she was about to launch herself upright, however, she went tense. I hear something! Brittany heard it too--footsteps above. Her heart skipped a beat. Like a child pretending to be asleep, she threw herself back down to the mattress and closed her eyes. Jill got the idea. She scooped up the socks in her mouth and pushed them between her teeth by pressing her face against the mattress. Just as the kidnapper's boots came into view on the stairs, Jill fell across the mattress and went still. When their captor arrived at the bottom of the steps, he saw two girls laying unconscious in the basement. Brittany stayed as still as she possibly could. She had the disadvantage here--she was naked, chained, and completely helpless. Jill was totally clothed. When she was sure that her captor's attention was on Jill, Brittany eased one eye open. The kidnapper--wearing clothes now--pulled a pair of scissors from his back pocket. The blades glinted in the dim light. Lowering himself at Jill's feet, he positioned her legs and began a slow upward cut along her sweatpants. First one leg, and then the other. Discarding the severed pants, he went to work on Jill's shirt. Jill's bravery was commendable. Maybe she'd seen Brittany's state and realized that being stripped was inevitable. Maybe she was just too terrified to move. Either way, Jill stayed motionless, even as her kidnapper stripped her of her panties. She stayed silent until she heard him unbuckling his belt. She made noise--but Brittany's attention was elsewhere. Welcome back. Jill's kidnapper dropped his drawers, and the erection that sprung forth was unfamiliar. She knew what her rapist's cock looked like. She'd watched him guide it between her legs only hours earlier. He'd been dressed entirely in black and the only thing he could characterize about him was the appearance of his member. The member looming over Jill's body did not belong to Brittany's rapist. She became a statue. She could see him now, standing behind her. He'd seen her eye open and moving around there was no denying that she was awake. Leo is going to make mincement of that little redhead, he remarked. Brittany turned her head and looked over her shoulder, no longer bothering with the ruse. The man hadn't bothered putting his clothes back on and his cock stood shamelessly erect. Freedom came and went in the blink of an eye. One moment, Brittany was watching Leo jump onto the mattress and pressing a hand over Jill's mouth while the other probed for the mound between her legs. The next, her feet were in the air and the chain was sliding away. If she hadn't looked at the other mattress one last time, Brittany would have kicked free of the man's grip, thrown herself to her feet, and made a beeline for the door...but Jill was looking at her. Leo had latched onto her from behind and they lay on their sides. She could see what had captured Jill''s body--one hand was clamped across her mouth, the other was probing between her thighs--and the expression on her face froze Brittany in place. Brittany felt herself being pulled upright. Her captor took a seat behind her, nuzzling his cock against her tailbone and shackled hands. The depraved intimacy had Brittany's mind reeling and while she struggled to keep her thighs shut, a pair of heavy boots parted her feet and tangled around her ankles. Relax, baby, He cooed into Brittany's ear. His movements were as calm and confident as his tone he eased her legs open into a wide 'V' with his own. One burly arm coiled around her shoulder and he closed his fingers along her jawline, pushing her head back against his chest. The other came to a rest across her left thigh, leaving the tips of his calloused fingers within inches of Brittany's loins. Trapped in place, the only thing Brittany could do was watch. Jill was fighting a losing battle. Yielding to Leo's fingers had damaged her spirit. He'd masturbated her for several moments, sending the girl into a daze before she could recover, he snipped the zip-tie at her ankles and rolled her onto her back. She did have a moment of luck, however. Feeling her knees fall open, Jill lifted her head when she did this, she caught a glimpse of the thick erection pointed between her legs. She gasped sharply and her eyes rolled back in her head. Jill had fainted.