As she felt the case close, Lori screamed. Blood pulsed in her ears. Her young mind raced trying in vain to understand what was happening to her. She felt the way she felt when she had the flu, a sort of detachment. She would have wondered if she was dreaming, but the thin rope hurt. Lori remembered that you don't feel pain in a dream.

Lori felt the case being put upright and stopped screaming. She strained to hear something, anything. Maybe her daddy was playing some sort of twisted joke on her. Maybe at any moment he would open the case, pull her out and kiss away her tears.

Just as she thought this, cramps seized Lori's legs. She tried to straighten them out, but couldn't move an inch. The suitcase was just barely big enough for her to squeeze in. There was no room to wiggle.

Lori could barely breathe, but what she smelled make her ill. The odor of dirty socks and aftershave was almost overpowering.

Lori screamed again as she felt the case being tilted so she was laying on her arms.

She could feel vibrations as the small wheels ran across the tile floor of the front entry. A couple of bumps and then she was being lifted and placed on her side. She felt rather than heard a loud thump and correctly guessed that she had been placed in the trunk of a car.

It was hot. Lori could feel the sweat trickle down her skin. Normally it would have tickled and she would have giggled. Now the tickling just added to her torment.

Lori felt the car lurch and could sense the vibration of the engine. "Where is daddy taking me."

Wrapped in dark silence, the steady hum of the roadway below her eventually lulled her into sleep.

Lori woke with a start. Her eyes flew open and she looked around her. She could see that she was in a room, perhaps a motel room. She sighed, thinking that she had only been dreaming. She yawned, stretched and tried to sit up. The chain from her collar brought her short, yanking her back onto the bed.

Lori choked and coughed. When she could breathe again, Lori reached up to her throat. Her red-tipped nails found a tight leather collar, the same collar from her "dream". A short chrome chain was locked to the collar and ran to a large eyebolt set in the headboard of the four-post bed on which she lay.

Lori took a harder look around her. The bed was in the middle of a fair sized room. The room was dimly lit, but her eyes had adjusted to the lower light and could see everything clearly. On the wall to her left was a low chest of drawers with some objects on it. Lori strained, but couldn't make out what was there. Other than that, the room seemed to be empty.

It must have been the strain of the trip, but it took a moment or two before Lori realized that there was something odd about the walls and ceiling. Her fuzzy mind focused suddenly and she saw that the room was all mirrors, even the floor. Something else came with that realization: her body ached.

Lori looked at herself in the mirrored ceiling. She saw that she was wearing nothing but the stockings and heels from her outfit. Dark marks were on her arms at wrists and elbows and a dark line crossed her belly where the rope had held her arms against her body. Lori could not see any marks on her legs because of the stockings, but when she drew her leg up to her chest, she could feel indentations where the ropes had held her legs immobile.

Lori's feet ached and she decided to take off the shoes. She was surprised to find that the shoes weren't the same ones that she had been wearing. These had wide straps at the ankles and were locked on.

A spasm shook her body as her muscles tensed. Quickly she lowered her leg and rode out the shuddering.

Lori felt like she needed to pee. She reached down to see if she was leaking and her hand met the rope that cut deeply into her mound. She felt around and found the knot, but it was too small and she knew that she wouldn't be able to open it.

Her jaws ached and she worked them slowly. This brought another flash of painful cramping and she moaned. "Well, at least I can hear", she said to herself. The scared-little-girl tone in her voice startled Lori. Not knowing what else to do, she turned over on her belly and cried.

Lori did not know how long she lay there asleep, but woke to someone shoving something into her mouth. Her eyes flew open and she screamed. Lights were on in the room and she saw her daddy in the mirror. He was straddling her, holding her arms and body against the bed with his weight. He was shoving something rubbery and icky tasting into her mouth. It was black and had a short tube coming out of it that ended in a ball. Daddy pressed the pump-gag deeply into her mouth. Using one hand over her mouth to hold the gag in, he grabbed the bulb and squeezed. Lori felt the bulb get larger in her mouth. Her daddy pumped the gag until her mouth was filled. He didn't stop there, pumping until Lori was sure that her jaw was going to fly off her face.

Daddy sat back and looked down at his daughter. Lori looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were puffed out and some of the gag was sticking out from between her red lips.

She looked at her daddy, but he was whispering something into his shoulder. He seemed to listen to something before reaching down and unscrewing the tube from the gag.

Climbing off of her, her daddy flipped her over onto her stomach. Lori was stunned by what was happening and offered no resistance. Daddy went over to the chest of drawers and Lori could see that the objects on top were bundles of thin cord-like rope.

Her daddy tied ropes tightly on her wrists and then drew her arms out to the corners of the bed until she was fully stretched. He tied a rope around her waist. Moving off the end of the bed he fed the rope through something there and drew the rope down. Lori could not move upward and relieve the stress on her arms and shoulders. Tying rope to her ankles, he drew her legs apart until she was in perfect splits. Lori felt like she was being torn apart.

Her daddy walked calmly over to the chest of drawers and opened one of the drawers. Lori twisted her head and tried to see what he was getting. He took out something that Lori couldn't see and held it behind his back as he turned to come back to the bed. Kneeling on the bed her daddy met her eyes in the mirrored headboard, slowly drawing his arm from behind his back revealing a long handled object with a bunch of leather strips hanging off the end.

Her daddy raised the flogger over his head.