Douglas pulled into the roadside and swore loudly, turning off the lights but leaving the engine running. Around him the forest loomed like a black fog, darker than the moonless night sky. From the back of the van he heard another muffled screech, and again he swore.

"Fucking bitch!" he snarled. "I'll show her how to keep quiet!"

He stepped out into the road and walked to the back of the van. Opening the door, he shone a torch inside and fixed its yellow beam on the huddled figure crouched in a corner.

"Shut up, you slut!" he yelled. "Stop trying to scream, or I'll give you something to scream about."

Frightened blue eyes blinked in the glare of the torch, but no sound came from the tightly-gagged mouth. The woman, a pony-tailed blonde in her early twenties, tried to keep very still, though her shoulders shuddered in terror. She was barefoot, her wrists and ankles handcuffed, her pale skin showing the bruises that had been inflicted during her capture. Blood trickled from her cut knees and from her lower lip. She had been stripped to her underwear, her outer clothes and shoes now lying in a weighted sack on the riverbed.

With a final curse, Douglas closed and locked the rear door, returning to the driver's seat. Switching on the lights, he pulled out onto the highway and drove off into the night, grinning and muttering.

Beside him his passenger chuckled, lighting a cigarette and peering out at the blur of dark trees. Like Douglas, he was bald, overweight and middle-aged with heavy jowls and a sweating face. Blowing smoke upward to the roof of the cab he turned to Douglas and sniggered.

"A feisty one, eh?" he ventured. "I reckon we'll have some fun tonight, Dougie."

"You bet!" Douglas replied, slapping the steering-wheel. "She fought like a wildcat when I grabbed her in the car park. Look at this, Pete. Just look at these scratches on my arm."

Pete shook his head. "She's a bad little bitch alright. I guess we'll need to give her some extra punishment."

Douglas slapped the wheel a second time. "Sounds good to me! Any ideas?"

Pete inhaled deeply on the cigarette and leaned back in his seat. "How about we use the mini-drill?"

"Nah!" said Douglas. "Too messy. Remember what happened when we used it on the college girl?"

"Poor little Laura!" said Pete. "But that was your fault, Dougie. I told you not to apply so much pressure. Those little drills need to be handled delicately."

"Delicately?" Douglas scoffed. "With my big hands? What the hell was I supposed to do?"

"Look, forget it!" said Pete. "We won't use the mini-drill, if you don't like it. What about something easier, like the pliers?"

"Broad head?" asked Douglas. "Or narrow neck?"

"Narrow," came the reply. "Fingers and toes, if you want. Or, we could heat the pliers and tweak the girl's nipples. The choice is yours."

"I don't want to do anything messy," Douglas protested. "You know I get nervous at the sight of blood. So I guess I'll punish this slut with an extra fifty lashes of the whip, followed by a deep anal fisting."

"Only if I get to fuck her before you do it," said Pete. "I want her asshole tight for my cock."

Douglas nodded. "OK. It's a deal."

For a while they sat in silence, staring ahead through the windscreen. A few headlights passed by, but the road seemed quite deserted.

"Not far now," Pete observed. "There's the sign for the forest trail."

Douglas hit the brakes to swing the van left into a dark gap in the woods, the tyres bumping on the rough road and shaking the seats. A series of thuds and whimpers from the back made both men smile.

"She'll be blue with bruises when we reach the shack," said Pete.

"Good!" said Douglas. "The color will match her panties."

Pete raised his eyebrows and grinned."Blue underwear, eh? Pale blue or dark blue?"

Douglas shrugged. "Dunno. Difficult to see the color at night, even with a torch. Maybe some shade of French blue, but you'll soon see for yourself. Nice high-leg panties, soft and smooth, just like Laura's. The bra is white lace, but I ripped out one of the cups when I stripped her at the riverside."

"My cock is getting hard already," said Pete. "I'm tempted to fuck her as soon as we get her out of the van."

"Me too," said Douglas. "She's incredibly pretty. You won't believe it until you see her."

"How long do we keep this one?" asked Pete. "I reckon we held on to Laura too long. After the third week I was getting nervous."

"Laura was a special girl," said Douglas. "The only teenager we've abducted, so we just had to make the most of it. Eighteen years old, and so gorgeous! She's the only woman I've fucked more than five times in one night. I just couldn't stop sticking that juicy young ass!"

"Remember our promise?" said Pete. "Laura knows we've vowed to catch her again someday. You'll feel her sweet flesh around your cock again, Dougie!"

Douglas gave a hooting yell and sounded the horn, knowing that nobody could hear it in the depths of the forest.

"I wonder if Laura's toes are healed yet?" he mused. "She was limping quite badly when we let her go."

"She'll be fine," said Pete. "Let's switch our attention back to tonight's entertainment. Did you pick up all the gear?"

Douglas released one hand from the wheel and counted an inventory on his fingers. "Rope. Two long chains. Two hooks. The leather whip. The rubber whip. Two sets of pliers. A box of candles. The wire brush. Did I leave anything out?"

"Cameras?" Pete suggested.

"I've brought the polaroid and the camcorder," Douglas replied. "Anything else?"

"Food and water for the woman?" said Pete. "And the bucket."

"Of course," said Douglas.

"Lubricant?"

"Got it!" Douglas answered, tapping his pocket. "A little tube of that scented gel."

"I reckon that's everything, then," said Pete. "We can bring the rest of the stuff tomorrow night."

Douglas turned the van off the track and parked up among the trees. "OK. Let's get started," he said, switching off the headlights and the engine.

The deep dark silence of the forest closed in around them as they stepped out onto the grass. Twigs cracked under their boots as they walked around to the rear door.

"No sound," Pete observed. "She's gone very quiet."

Douglas grinned, handing him a set of keys. "Go and unlock the shack. I'll carry the bitch inside."

THE END

© 2004 Brendan X

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