BRADY BUNCH: JAN ON HER OWN

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 25 ]

Author’s Note: The packaging scene in this chapter is inspired by Crepundia Formator. My thanks to CF for a great bondage story, “Teddy Bear,” and for permission to rephrase the concept.

Done with Tracy for the day, Bill and Jan secured the three girls for the night and left them. Once upstairs, Bill said, “We’re gonna have to cool it for a while. The cops just put the sudden rash of disappearances together and decided there’s a serial kidnapper in the area. That’s too much heat to keep working this area. Every girl in the area is gonna be under lock and key until this cools off.”

“Well, we have our hands full with these three for a week or so,” said Jan.

“I’m talking months of cool down,” said Bill. “Maybe even have to leave the area and set up somewhere else.” He looked at Jan. “Can’t take you with me.”

“But we’re not finished. I haven’t earned my freedom.”

“I’ll let you go early.”

Jan was disappointed. She understood his dilemma and hers as well. She didn’t want to go with him and risk losing contact with her family. She felt safe with Bill as long as he stayed here. But, she was enjoying the rape and torture of other girls and didn’t want to leave right now. “Yeah, I guess so,” she said sadly.

Bill was more disappointed than Jan. She had breathed life into his assembly line of 1-2 girls a month and made his life exciting for the past couple of weeks. He looked on her as a special girl that he could make a permanent part of his life except for one shortcoming – she would grow up. He realized that in a couple of years her appeal would fade for him. But, he had no room for his disappointment as he focused on the very real danger to his business. Moving would shut him down for a while, but staying could mean being caught and arrested.

Late that evening, Jan said, “You know, the boys around here won’t be under lock and key.”

“Huh?”

“I mean we could kidnap some boys pretty easy.”

“I don’t do boys. I told you that.”

“You said there’s a market for them. I can get you 3 boys in an afternoon. You make money, I’m outta here, and you can lay low for a while with all the money you made.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with a boy,” said Bill.

“Hey, they have mouths. They can suck a cock. They have an ass and you can fuck that.”

“But, a boy…” said Bill. He was solidly in the heterosexual camp and had never considered any other sexual preference.

“Or, you don’t have to touch them at all,” said Jan. “Just snatch ‘em and sell ‘em.”

“Boys…” mused Bill, tossing the foreign idea around in his head. “Let me sleep on it,” he said. But, rather than sleep, he disappeared into his computer room and started researching the possibility.

After some research, a good night’s sleep, and a few hours of thought the next morning, Bill asked Jan, “So how would you get three boys all at once?”

“Offer to fuck them,” she said.

Bill chuckled at her straightforward approach. “Guess that would work,” he agreed. “So you just walk up to three boys and say, let’s fuck?”

“Sure,” said Jan. “Think they’ll say no? I don’t think so. But, I really had three specific boys in mind.”

“More revenge? I’m glad we get along. Hate to be on your bad side,” said Bill.

“Three boys that raped me,” she said, thinking about the three boys she’d brought home to rape Cindy who had then turned on her.

“Maybe I am on your bad side, then,” said Bill knowing that he had raped her also.

“No, no, I’m not mad at you. Being raped was my idea this time. They did it before I learned to enjoy it. They were the first.”

“These boys good looking?”

“Yeah, they’ll sell good.”

“And I’m not touching them,” said Bill.

“That’s OK,” said Jan. “I’ll train them to please a woman.”

“They’ll most likely be bought by men,” said Bill.

“To bad for them,” said Jan looking rather pleased with the idea.

For the next week, Bill was particularly manly as he repeatedly raped the girls in the basement and Jan. The idea of kidnapping boys challenged his manhood and he expressed it in his sexual appetite.

Two men came for Autumn the next night. She was nude as she had been for most of the past few days. The arrival of two men was less humiliation than it was horror. For she knew that these two men were here to take her away. The smaller of the two men said, “You’re gonna really like your trip, bitch.” Autumn just stood looking at the two men not fully understanding the statement, but realizing the sarcasm in his voice, she felt fear settle deep into her stomach.

“You gonna watch, Bill?” asked the man, but his eyes were on Jan. The other man upended a duffle bag onto the floor, creating a pile of unrecognizable gear.

Bill had sold to this buyer before and watched the two men do their job of packaging the merchandise for him. They never did it the same twice, so he never tired to watching them. “If you don’t mind,” he said as he always said each time he was asked. He nodded at Jan and said, “She’s my partner. I know she wants to watch this.”

“Suit yourself,” said the man. “Let’s get her up,” he said to his mute partner. Before Autumn could even move, the large man moved in on her, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her off the ground.

Told to say nothing, Autumn released a squeak of surprise and then bit her lip. She didn’t know what was about to happen, but she didn’t want to add a spanking to it. While the big man held her, the smaller man tied her wrists over her head and then she was lifted off the ground. Hanging from the ceiling was a position she had become familiar with over the past few days, and all it meant to her was she was helpless to protect herself.

As the first man grabbed an item from the pile of packing material, Autumn wanted to beg for her release, but knew it was futile. Instead, her eyes were the only thing that expressed her fright as the man held up what looked like a gag. It was black latex with two large holes in it. She couldn’t quite make out how the gag would fit, but it sported a six inch dildo. The man pressed it to her lips and she sucked it in as Bill had taught her.

“Nice,” said the man. “Eager little cock sucker, isn’t she?” He pulled the now shiny black cock from her mouth. “All I wanted was for you to lick it, bitch,” he said. “But if you enjoy sucking it…” He fed it to her again, toying with her mouth. After playing his game with her mouth for about 20 seconds, he pulled the cock away and shifted the gag so that Autumn could see a second dildo. Her mind wondered briefly where the second dildo would go as he shoved that into her mouth. It was shorter and fatter than the first, but easily manageable for the little girl. She deep throated it until her tormentor tired of his game.

But what she’d been sucking on was not a gag and the man bent down and inserted her right foot in one of the holes in the black latex. As her other foot was shoved into the other hole, she realized they were black latex panties and suddenly she knew where the two dildos were going. The panties slid up her legs and the man unceremoniously pulled her cunt lips apart and pushed in the six inch dildo. Slick with her spit, the fake cock slid in to the hilt. Behind her, the other man spread her ass cheeks and she felt his finger probe her asshole. There was a brief pause as he aligned the butt plug with her ass and then, “Ummph,” she grunted as that too slid home.

Jan smiled at the sight of the 9-year-old’s white body accented by the black panties. It looked so erotic to her and the thought that the little girl was plugged front and back was thrilling, too. It was even better when the big man grabbed the waistband of the panties and yanked them upwards. The effect was to jerk Autumn up and seat the dildoes even deeper. With no concern for the little slave, he jerked her up and down several times and then just let her fall back down. Jan heard the girl’s shoulders pop and saw the look of pain and shock that shot across Autumn’s face. But, not a sound escaped the girl’s lips.

The first man found the remote control among all the other gear on the floor and pushed a button to turn on the vibrator in Autumn’s tight cunt. “Uunnhh,” moaned Autumn in surprise. The vibrator was well seated and well placed. She immediately felt a surge of pleasure as her clit was stimulated. “Huuuh,” she gasped as the vibrator stopped. The man pushed a second button and Autumn grunted again as the butt plug vibrated deep in her ass. The man just smiled. With both vibrators tested, he set the remote control aside.

The pile of packing materials shrank considerably as the small man picked up his next item. Jumbled with everything else on the floor it had seemed like there were several disjointed pieces but, in reality, now Bill, Jan, and Autumn saw it was just one piece – a large piece of latex rubber, shiny and forbidding. Autumn could make out a single shiny silver zipper on the latex, but she couldn’t make sense of the folds and corners of the garment.

For a moment, it appeared that the man couldn’t figure out how to work it himself. He turned it around in his hands a few times until he was satisfied he held it correctly. Then, to the big man he said, “Right leg.” From behind the slight girl, the big man grabbed her right leg and bent it at the knee, forcing her heel up to her ass. The man in front slipped a piece of the latex over her knee and up her thigh, finally pulling it tight up to her little hip and crotch. Autumn’s leg was trapped, bent double inside the latex.

“Left leg,” he said. Helpless to resist, Autumn felt her left foot being pulled up to her ass. The big man used his body to keep her from swaying as he manhandled her. She watched in disbelief as her left leg was slowly encased in shiny black latex. The stretchy material clung to her skin and squeezed her calves tightly to her thighs. Even if left just like this she couldn’t have escaped from the binding of her legs. But, there was more to come.

The two men untied Autumn’s arms and set her on the floor. She looked and felt like a double amputee. With her hands free, she wanted to reach for the rubber on her legs and pull it off, but knew without being told that would be a bad idea. Her legs started to cramp. There was no escape.

“God, Bill,” Jan whispered to her partner. “Her legs are spread and she’s got those cocks up her cunt and ass.”

“She looks so hot,” agreed Bill.

“Yeah,” said Jan. “But, I’ll bet it hurts like hell.”

Bill smiled down at Jan. She didn’t take her eyes off Autumn and couldn’t see the lust in Bill’s eyes. He knew he was going to get a hot fuck out of Jan when this was all over. When he looked back at Autumn, the latex suit had been pulled up around her waist and he could start to see the sense behind the garment. There were two more short “sleeves” for her arms and then it would zip up the back, leaving her encased entirely in rubber and totally helpless.

“Arm,” said the smaller man. By virtue of his position, it was obvious he meant Autumn’s right arm. The big man doubled her arm over, placing the 9-year-old’s right hand firmly on her right shoulder.

“Please,” said Autumn, in a very small voice. “My legs hurt.”

“Excuse me,” said the smaller man tonelessly. “Do I look like I give a fuck?” He pulled the right “sleeve” up over her right arm. Like the legs to the suit, the sleeve had no opening at the far end. As he pulled it tight to her armpit and shoulder, the sleeve trapped her right arm completely. “One more,” he said and Autumn’s left hand was forcibly placed on her left shoulder. The routine was repeated until the girl’s left arm was encased in rubber and she looked like a deformed lump with four stumps instead of full limbs.

Jan could hardly stand it. She put her arms around Bill, pressing her pussy against his thigh in an attempt to be subtle. Neither of the two men would have cared if she’d stripped down and fingered herself on the spot and to Bill her slow humping was not subtle at all. All she was doing was teasing herself and Bill knew he’d reap the benefits of her tease.

“So do you like your new outfit?” asked the man.

Autumn shook her head. “It hurts everywhere,” she said.

“Well, too bad, you belong to my boss, you’re his “Pain Toy” Autumn. Your future contains many days of pain so you might as well get use to it.”

“Yes, Master,” said Autumn with a sob. She looked plaintively at Jan, but Jan had no sympathy for the little girl. Instead Jan had an urge to finger herself as she thought of the girl’s future. She could barely restrain herself, but didn’t want to put on a show for the two men.

The job of dressing Autumn was nearly finished. Though it was nearly in place, the suit was so tight, it took both men to pull the back of it closed. Then, while the big man held it shut, the other man zipped up the shiny zipper. The latex folded over the zipper so that all that could be seen was shiny black from Autumn’s neck down.

Jan thought how wonderfully helpless the 9-year-old was. It was a predicament she had never imagined before, but it looked deliciously painful. Like that, the girl would have to suck a cock or eat a pussy if told to. She could not protect her mouth or any part of her body. Jan pressed her body harder against Bill as she thought about spanking the girl through the rubber.

“Okay, bitch, we’re almost done.” The man took the next item from the floor and showed it to her, it appeared to be a latex hood. Again the fit was tight enough that it took two men to get the hood on Autumn. While one held her head firmly, the other rolled the hood down over her head all the way to her neck. The hood met the latex suit and formed a seal around her neck. When it was firmly in place, all that showed was Autumn’s mouth. There were two openings for her nostrils, so she could breathe.

Autumn was enclosed in blackness. Her only senses active were her hearing and the pain that already shot through her tiny body. The 9-year-old could not see the final implement that would complete her prison. As with the rest of the girl’s outfit, Jan could not make out what it was until the man began to put it in place.

“Open wide.” Autumn did as she was told and the man pushed the small end of the object into her mouth. She had to open as wide as she could so the man could seat the ball inside her teeth. When she was allowed to relax, her mouth was still stretched open slightly, her white teeth were spread about half an inch, and a strip of black rubber was visible between her teeth. With no hands to use, the poor girl could not have removed the ball gag if she wanted to. But, it was about to get worse. There was a small nipple in the center of the black ball. Aside from the zipper, this was the only piece of metal on Autumn’s outfit. The smaller man screwed a pump into the hole and then with a couple quick squeezes on the hand pump, the ball expanded inside Autumn’s mouth so that she was stretched wider and she couldn’t have removed it even with her hands. Her breath whistled through the nose holes in the hood – her mouth was completely blocked.

When the man unscrewed the pump, he picked up a large rubber D-ring and screwed it into the same place between Autumn’s pearly white teeth. The small man stepped back to admire his work. As he did, the big man grabbed the D-ring and picked Autumn up off the floor. She was neatly packaged and had a handle for easy carrying. The little girl was suspended by her teeth. There was a high pitched moan from deep inside the black thing, but it was barely audible as the 9-year-old screamed as loud as she could.

“Can you hear me, bitch?” asked the man.

The moan paused and the thing nodded her head.

“Can you breathe?”

Autumn tried to make a sound other than a moan of pain and nodded.

The man stood and looked at what they had done to the new pain toy. The tiny 9-year-old body was wrapped in a layer of latex from head to elbows and knees. Legs and arms were doubled over and forced to stay that way inside the black latex. All three orifices were filled with vibrators or gag. And finally she was suspended from a gag in her mouth. The man at the receiving end of the shipment loved to unwrap a painfully bound little pain bitch.

Though they had Autumn dressed and bound the way they wanted, they weren’t done yet. The man picked up the remote control and threw the switch to full. The man smiled when she saw the black form shiver from inside. The big man carried Autumn up the stairs, surprisingly careful with her, but it would not be acceptable for her to arrive bruised. Once inside the van, Autumn’s D-ring was affixed to a hook in the center of the ceiling of the van, so the little girl would bounce suspended by her teeth for the next four hours until she was presented to her new master.

Jan made Bill tied her up roughly, spank her, and fuck her until she came over and over again. The image of Autumn tightly bound for shipment ran through her head as Bill abused her.

The next day Bill helped Jan tie Tracy to the ceiling by her ankles. The helpless 12-year-old flirt was pulled into the air upside down. Naked with her hands tied behind her, Tracy pleaded, “Jan, please, I want to go home now.”

“You’re a stupid slut slave, aren’t you, Tracy bitch?” said Jan.

“N-no.”

“Yes, you are Tracy bitch,” said Jan. “I taught you to call me Jan mistress and you forgot that already. I taught you how I want you to say yes and no and you forgot that, too. So, tell me, are you a stupid slut bitch?”

Tracy hung silently for a few seconds. She flexed her legs to test her awkward position and then said, “Hooo, hooo, hooo.” As she did, she flexed her legs to make her tits bounce, bounce, bounce.

“Well, that shows some brains,” said Jan. “Guess you’ll just have to be my slut bitch slave. Too bad, being smart just is going to make it so much worse when you realize you’re fucked for life.” Jan bent down and took Tracy’s ears in her hands. Using them as handles, she pulled Tracy forward so their faces were inches apart. “What did you want out of life, bitch? A boyfriend, a high school diploma, a happy life? Or, did you want what you’re really going to get? A master, a cock in your mouth, and a life of pain?”

A tear ran down Tracy’s forehead as she looked into Jan’s cold hard eyes. Jan let go of her toy and Tracy swung back and forth. Jan found the nipple clips for Tracy and hooked the electrical wires to her slave’s nipples. “You know what’s gonna happen next, don’t you, Tracy bitch?”

“Uhh-uunnh-uh-unng-unnh… uh-uh.” Bounce-bounce.

“Wanna know what you could do to keep me from shocking your precious little titties?”

“Uhh-uunnh-uh-unng-unnh… uh-uh.” Bounce-bounce.

Jan leaned forward, her voice was soft, but menacing as she said, “Not a damn thing. I just want to hear you scream for me. That’s going to be my morning fun.”

“You fucking bitch,” said Tracy, defiantly. Her fate was already sealed, so she reasoned her words could do her no more harm.

“Say that again, Tracy, please,” said Jan.

“You fu-aaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh,” said Tracy.

“Then again, Tracy bitch, you better never say things like that again, because there are worse things I can do than this. Understand?”

“Uhh-uunnh-uh-unng-unnh… uh-uh.” Bounce-bounce.

“So, this time, I’ll just make you scream a little bit. And for that, I want you to thank me.”

“Eeeeee.” Tracy hung in silence for a few seconds. Very quietly she said, “Thank you, mistress Jan. Eeeeee, thank you, mistress Jan. Aaaaa, thank you, mistress Jan. Aaahh, oh God, thank you, mistress Jan.”

“Now Tracy bitch, even if I do it longer, you’re gonna thank me, aren’t you?”

“Uhh-uunnh-uh-unng-unnh… uh-uh.” Bounce-bounce. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeee, oh, oh, fuck, thank you, mistress Jan. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeee, hunh, hunh, oh, God, thank you, mistress Jan.”

“Much better, Tracy bitch,” said Jan. “Now, don’t go anywhere,” she chuckled as she walked behind Tracy and out of sight. Tracy didn’t have any choice but to hang there staring at the far wall.

Bill and Jan hung Katy in a similar fashion and Jan took in the curves of the older girl. Meanwhile, Tracy felt Bill’s hands on her body and shuddered. She knew he had plans for her as well, but at least Bill hadn’t tortured her just for fun. Bill unclipped the wires from Tracy’s nipples and Jan took them, hooking them to Katy’s vulnerable tits. Bill and Jan had a plan for the morning that let Bill be the good master while Jan was the bad mistress. He knelt in front of his 12-year-old captive and kissed her deeply. “Oh, my poor, poor slave,” he said softly. “I know Jan can be so mean. Your poor little titties must hurt terribly.” He ran his hands over the young girl’s budding tits.

Despite his unwanted touching, Tracy was grateful for his soft touch and soothing words. “Mmmmm,” she moaned softly, involuntarily encouraging his gentleness.

“Watch what Katy does,” said Bill. “If she does it right, her tits won’t get shocked like yours did.” He caressed Tracy’s cheek, feigning concern. “If you don’t learn from Katy, I don’t know if I can protect you from Jan.”

Katy had 72 hours of experience as one of Jan’s slaves, 48 hours more than Tracy. The older girl had a theory about her young mistress. Jan would treat her bad no matter what because she enjoyed it. Jan would treat her worse if she disobeyed, talked back, or even acted too slowly. The theory went one step further. Based on what she’d seen in Jan’s eyes, there was an even darker side to the 12-year-old that meant there were depths to which she might take her slaves if pushed. In other words, things could go from bad to worse to worst. Katy was determined to keep the level merely at bad. She feared that Tracy might take Jan all the way. She had to show Tracy how to behave for her own good.

But, Katy also knew that begging when begging hadn’t been encouraged was the wrong approach. She could only hang silently as she was wired and wait for her opportunity. She recognized Bill’s comment to Tracy as just that opportunity. “This bitch slave can smell your lovely cunt, mistress Jan,” said Katy. “This worthless slave desires to please you with her tongue. Please let me have your hot cunt on my lips and I’ll use my tongue to make you cum. Thank you, mistress Jan for allowing me to serve you. This worthless slut would like to taste the wonderful juices of your hot cunt. Please, may I?”

Jan caressed Katy’s face. “You are learning well, bitch,” she said. Too well, she thought. She couldn’t cum unless Katy was screaming in pain. And Bill didn’t want her punishing Katy after she had obeyed correctly, but she could still enjoy the feeling of dominating the older girl. She pulled Katy forward and pressed her crotch to the girl’s face. Katy’s tongue snaked out and spread Jan’s bald pussy lips, quickly finding her mistress’ pleasure point.

Bill caressed Tracy’s face just as Jan had done Katy. “Now, what do you think I want from you, my lovely bitch?”

It was plainly obvious to Tracy with Bill’s cock pointed at her mouth. She looked across the 18-inches that separated her from Bill’s hard on. “Oh, God,” she said and looked up at his face. “You want me to suck on that, don’t you… master Bill.”

“Well, I suppose I could get Katy to do it,” said Bill. “She does seem pretty cooperative. I guess you don’t want to, then?”

“Please, no,” said Tracy, mistaking his soft touch as kindness and protection. “It’s too big and it tastes gross.”

Bill stepped away from his slave and said, “OK, Jan, you were right, she’d rather eat pussy than suck a cock.”

“What? No,” said Tracy. “That’s not what I said. That’s not what I meant.” Upside down she could see the sinister smile on Jan’s face as she stepped away from Katy’s tongue and looked over at her.

“Guess I’ll be needing these,” said Jan as she unclipped the wires from Katy’s nipples.

Tracy glanced quickly at Bill’s cock and thought about her choices. She wanted neither Bill’s cock down her throat nor Jan’s attentions and that made her hesitate. She couldn’t choose and so Jan made the choice for her. She knelt down in front of Tracy and suckled on one of Tracy’s nipples, making it hard before snapping the clip of the electric wire on the very tip of it. “I understand, Tracy,” said Jan. “You just like to scream. I like to do that myself sometime.” She sucked on the other nipple for a few seconds, with Tracy silent the whole time. Tracy, of course, didn’t know that Jan meant it literally and truthfully that she liked to scream as she was about to make Tracy do. Clipping Tracy’s other nipple, Jan said, “I’ll give you plenty of opportunity to do that. Now, just tell me… would you like to scream long and loud or in a bunch of short little screams.

“Oh, please,” whined Tracy. “Don’t do it again, Jan… mistress Jan. I won’t pick on you anymore at school.”

“God damn, look at that,” said Jan, momentarily distracted by the sound of Katy swallowing Bill’s cock. Tracy turned her head to look and saw Bill’s balls hanging across Katy’s nose as his cock sank all the way in her throat. Jan turned back to Tracy and said, “Oh, well, you chose me instead. So, you stupid bitch, I can do both or you can make a choice – long and loud or short and crisp?”

“Sh-short ones, mistress Jan,” said Tracy.

“One more question, Tracy bitch,” said Jan. “Do you really think I give a fuck about what you want?” She flipped the switch and set it on the floor in front of Tracy as the hanging girl let out a long, loud, and terrible scream. Jan picked up a riding crop, giving Tracy’s ass five quick swats that punctuated the screams of her helpless victim. Then she picked up the switch and fingered it for several seconds before flipping it off. “God Almighty, Tracy, that was fun. I want to do that again, how about you?”

Tracy simply sobbed.

“You ready to eat my pussy now?”

“Please, mistress Jan, yes, anything but … but… the pain.”

“Good girl, Tracy,” said Jan. “You eat me first. Then, remember this. I like Bill. I don’t ever want to see you refuse a chance to suck his cock and swallow his cum again, you got that?”

“Y-yes, mistress Jan,” said Tracy.

Jan’s pussy was dripping from the torture of Tracy and she felt ready to cum. As an added incentive, she flipped the switch one more time and listened to Tracy’s scream for five seconds before turning it off. Retrieving the riding crop again, she stepped forward and let Tracy’s tongue work on her clit. Occasional slaps on her slave’s ass kept Jan going until she came on Tracy’s tongue.

With both Jan and Bill satisfied, the two slaves were lowered. Katy was hog-tied while Tracy was tied spread on the mattress. Bill had done some shopping of his own and produced what looked to Jan like a double ended dildo. One end was 3-inches long and the other was 9-inches long and shaped like a cock. There was a rubber ring separating the two ends. Straps attached to the center ring told Jan that is was a strap on, a double ended strap on. But, Jan was surprised when Bill fed the short end of the device into Katy’s mouth and ran the straps behind her head, tying them off there. “I saw this on the Internet,” said Bill. “Wanted to give it a try.”

He positioned Katy between Tracy’s wide spread legs and said, “Fuck her with your face, bitch.” Katy felt a wash of distaste run through her. She saw what her task was, but could hardly believe what was expected of her. Her own mouth was violated just to the point where it touched the back of her throat. She wiggled herself forward as best she could and pushed the protruding cock between Tracy’s cunt lips. With her eyes just inches from Tracy’s pussy, she could see the cock penetrating the other girl’s inner lips and sliding inside her.

Without being told, Katy knew that a couple of inches of penetration was not what Bill wanted from her. She looked up the length of Tracy’s body, past the small heaving breasts and into the frantic eyes of the preteen. Katy took a breath through her nose, getting the full aroma of Tracy and humped her body forward, sinking the dildo another 4-inches into the helpless 12-year-old. “Unnhg,” said Tracy. She looked wildly at Jan who was watching with interest. Katy lurched forward again and the entire cock disappeared inside Tracy. Katy’s nose was buried in Tracy’s cunt and the 14-year-old pulled her head back and pushed it forward again, stroking the fake cock in and out of her fellow slave.

Bill’s cock hardened quickly despite the recent load he’d shot in Katy’s mouth. The sight of the hog-tied girl fucking the equally helpless preteen with her face was incredible erotic. Katy was straining and grunting as she worked toward the only thing that seemed logical to her. She had to make Tracy cum. She knew she’d be in that same position, humping with her face until the younger girl finally got off. In that she was wrong. Bill didn’t care about Tracy’s orgasm, he was consumed by the sight and sound of the act. He knelt over Tracy and started sucking on the girl’s small tits. Tracy squirmed first in humiliation and then in growing arousal as Bill attended to her sensitive nipples and her clit was being pounded by Katy. He worked his way up to giving her deep kisses that were reluctantly returned at first.

Jan, on the other hand, was most turned on by Katy’s uncomfortable position and action. She put her face close to Katy’s face, “Fucking a little girl cunt with your face, slave bitch. That looks so nasty. Oh, yeah, shove your nose in there and take a deep breath. Smells good, huh? Fuck the hot bitch with your cock face.” On her hands and knees, Jan reached back with one hand to diddle her own clit as she watched. The pain and the strain on Katy’s face was thrilling to her and she imagined herself in that same position. She fingered herself faster as she thought of doing the same thing to Cindy. She knew she just had to do that when she got back home. She had to get a dildo like this and face fuck her little sister. Jan came hard as she fingered herself and teased Katy. By the time Katy had been fucking Tracy for five minutes, Jan was satiated and simply watching. She was surprised when Tracy started bucking in orgasm. Relief filled Katy’s eyes as the other girl came. Without being told to, Katy pulled out of Tracy and rolled to her side.

Bill’s cock was pounding and ready. He wanted nothing more than to slide his cock down Tracy’s throat. Jan saw what Bill was about to do and said, “Let’s warm the cocksucker’s throat up a little first.” Bill slid out of the way when he saw Jan grab Katy’s hair and drag the teenager up across Tracy’s body. When the two girls were face to face, Jan said, “Now put it in her mouth, fuck bitch.”

Tracy was still panting from the exertion of her orgasm, so when Katy pushed forward, she caught Tracy with her mouth open and slid the cock in several inches. Tracy sputtered and gagged as the cock slid in, but could do nothing to stop its penetration. Katy pressed forward, sending the cock six inches deep. She could look right into the preteen’s wide eyes and see the horror. She wanted to stop, but knew eventually she would be 9-inches deep. Better to do it without the pain. Gagged, she could only hope she expressed her pity in her eyes. All Tracy saw was a look she interpreted as “better you than me, bitch.”

“Suck it on the way out,” said Jan. Without really thinking, Tracy did as she was told, sucking all of her own juices off the cock and sending it back out clean. The odd taste made her remember exactly where the cock had just been. She tried to spit out the taste, but it clung inside her mouth for a long time.

After all the other things she’d had to put up with that morning, Tracy felt an odd sense of relief when Bill’s cock entered her mouth and she started sucking on it. For her, cocksucking had already become associated with freedom from pain. Bill was smaller than the cock she had just had forced down her throat and tasted better than her own cum. She also saw this as the end of her ordeal. She was right; after Bill filled her tummy with cum, her ordeal was over… for the morning.

The afternoon started with Tracy tied to the mattress again. But, this time, she had the short end of the double ended dildo in her mouth. Katy was untied and, on Bill’s order, squatted down over Tracy’s face, sliding the fake cock up inside her own cunt. It was not quite the reverse roles from the morning. Tracy had no control over the fucking action and felt her face being mercilessly pounded as Katy sought her own orgasm. In addition, Tracy was downhill from Katy’s cunt and the older girl’s pussy juices flowed down and over the younger girl’s face.

Tracy was not particularly happy with the arrangement since gravity was working against her desire to avoid the mess of Katy’s bodily fluids. Still, there was nothing she could do but bear the torment. She still had a firm memory of the morning’s pain session. Jan watched mesmerized as Katy rode herself to orgasm, again wishing it was her that was in the bottom position. This time she made a mental note that she wanted Marsha to ride her face like that and maybe even her mom.

Late afternoon found Jan just playing with Tracy. Her victim was tied as she had been the first day, hanging from the ceiling with her arms and legs spread wide, toes just barely touching the floor. With Tracy gagged, the game was simply to make her answer yes/no questions over and over. Jan didn’t even care what the answer was as long as she got a response from her slave bitch. “Hooo, hooo, hooo,” said Tracy with a bounce, bounce, bounce. Or “Unghh, unghh, uhng, unh, unh… uh, uh.” Bounce, bounce. Tracy’s will was rapidly being worn away.

Katy’s theory about Jan was pretty close to the mark. Even Jan felt that there was a side of her that had never been unleashed. When Tracy sold and her pick up was 48 hours away, Jan knew that the slave’s last 24 hours would be spent being prepared for pick up. That gave her just the next 24 hours to push the blond to the limit and see if there really was another level of pain that she could inflict on Tracy.

Tracy started the third day of her slavery untied and dressed in Jan’s clothes. Bill was between her and the basement door. Jan was virtually daring the other girl to try to escape. But, Tracy wasn’t a fool. She saw the trap and knew that if she did try and fail she would be severely punished. Nothing had changed in Jan’s demeanor that would indicate the “game” was over and she could act normal again. She was still a slave and she looked around uneasily at the various torture and bondage devices around her.

Jan kept her distance from Tracy at the start. “Tracy, want to know what’s going to happen today?”

“I don’t know, mistress Jan,” said Tracy. She didn’t like surprises, but neither did she want to hear Jan describe what would happen to her. “I don’t imagine that it will be something I will like.”

“Oh, but you will like it, Tracy,” said Jan. By the tone of Jan’s voice, Tracy knew that her mistress was being sarcastic. “You’re learning to be a good slave. Being a good slave means you like whatever your mistress wants you to do.”

“No, mistress Jan,” argued Tracy, actually wondering if there was a point to her argument or if this was part of the trap, too. “Being a good slave means obeying, not liking it.”

“Well, I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” said Jan. “I prefer to think that being a good slave means being happy when you make your mistress happy. It turns me on to make you scream and to make you do nasty things and to make you do things against your will. The fact that you turn me on should make you happy.”

Tracy wanted to respond by telling Jan that she was sick, twisted, but she knew that would be the wrong thing to say. At the same time, she recalled the feeling of relief yesterday when Bill came in her mouth and Jan came several times. She’d fulfilled her daily purpose and had felt relief (a touch of success?) for her efforts. She’d earned her respite from pain by performing well. True, she’d performed something disgusting well, but it was something. She had butterflies in her stomach thinking about what Jan had done and would do again to her. “I… I turn you on?” she finally said out of curiosity.

“Yes, owning someone turns me on.”

“Oh,” said Tracy. “I know I turn on my master, but didn’t know I turned you on, too. Not because I’m a girl? Just because you own me?”

“Well, girls do turn me on, but so do boys. Women, men, hell, I’ve done them all. But you turn me on because of what you did to me in school and now I own you – your cunt, your ass, your tits, your mouth, every inch of you.”

“Yes, mistress Jan,” said Tracy. “You’ve made me regret doing what I did. But… “

When the silence lengthened, Jan said, “But what, Tracy?”

“But you’ve gone too far.”

“Take off your shoes, Tracy,” said Jan. “Do it because it turns me on.”

“Yes, mistress Jan.” Tracy bent over and slipped off the sneakers she was wearing. “This worthless slave is sorry for saying you’ve gone too far.”

“But, it’s true in a sense, isn’t it, Tracy,” said Jan. “I wanted revenge and I’ve gotten it. I could just let you go. But, letting you go wouldn’t turn me on. It wouldn’t make me happy. You know what will make me happy?”

“Yes, mistress Jan, selling me will make you happy.”

“Well, yes,” said Jan. “I was thinking more about taking off your socks. Show me your naked feet because it turns me on.”

“Yes, mistress Jan,” said Tracy as she removed her socks.

“Tell me what you want to do today, Tracy,” said Jan.

“I want to make my mistress happy,” said Tracy. That was the honest truth. She wanted to keep Jan happy, but was worried what price she would have to pay for Jan’s happiness.

Jan pulled some pictures from her pocket and handed them to Tracy. The slave looked at the three pictures – the first showed her about to take the short end of the double ended dildo in her mouth, the second showed her on her back with the long end of the dildo pointed straight up, and the third showed Katy about to settle in on the fake cock. “Those were posted to the Internet last night. The highest bidder is a woman right now. Everybody wants a piece of you, Tracy. Whoever gets you needs to be kept happy, don’t they?”

“Yes, mistress Jan.”

“So you need to be a little more specific about making me happy. You need to learn how to tell what your mistress wants so you can keep her happy, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress Jan.” There were several seconds of silence as Jan waited for something more. Tracy reached for the hem of her T-shirt and started to raise it over her head. That’s where this was heading, so she knew that’s what Jan wanted.

“Wait a minute,” said Jan, stopping her slave. “Yes, that’s what I want, but you aren’t allowed to do anything without asking first.”

Again there was a pause before Tracy said, “Mistress Jan, may I take off my shirt… please?” She stared at the stoic mistress. “Because that will make you… because that will turn you on?”

“Wonderful, Tracy,” said Jan. “Yes, you may.”

Oddly, Tracy felt that sense of success again as she’d solved the riddle of what Jan really wanted. But, she also noticed that Jan wanted this to be slow, she wanted to linger over the slave’s strip tease. She thought for several seconds and then said, “Mistress Jan, may this slave ask how many pictures of me were posted?”

Jan closed the distance between them, stepping to about three feet from Tracy. “Yes, you may, Tracy. Bill took nearly 100 pictures and posted 24 of them. The men really like the one with that long end of the dildo about to go down your throat.” Jan was quite impressed with Tracy. She was a little disappointed that the girl was being so cooperative and there would be no chance of punishment, but there was still time. It made her pussy warm to be able to tell Tracy that her cocksucking pictures were on the Internet.

“Would mistress Jan like me to remove my bra or my shorts next?”

Jan mulled that over, “What cup size are you, Tracy?”

“A.”

“What are your measurements?”

“27-19-24,” said the slave.

“Pretty small tits,” said Jan.

“Yes, mistress Jan, may this slave remove her shorts because it turns you on?”

Jan nodded.

Tracy slipped down the shorts and stood with her hands at her sides. The bra and panties she wore were small, black, and sheer, sexy looking on the slim girl. “Mistress Jan, this slave would like to thank you for giving me such lovely clothes,” she stretched, accentuating the tight fit of the undergarments. Her nipples were visible as pink circles under the black fabric and her little girl slit showed through her panties.

“The bitch slave has a lot to learn still about how to speak to me,” said Jan. She was itching for an excuse to punish Tracy. She didn’t think this was quite the excuse she was looking for, but she wanted to surface every failing of the slave. “Do you think I give a fuck about what you like?”

Tracy was taken aback. She had to retrace her words – and realized that ‘this slave would like to thank you’ was a natural way of speaking, but she hadn’t meant for it to be taken literally. “No, mistress Jan,” said Tracy. “You do not care about what I like. This slave thanks you for this lovely bra and panties.”

Jan smiled and Tracy felt warmth from pleasing her mistress. It meant success and freedom from pain.

“Mistress Jan, this slave wants to turn you on even more,” said Tracy. “May I remove my bra.”

“Why?”

“Because it turns you on, mistress Jan.”

“Yes, yes, but I mean what will I see when you remove your bra?”

“M-my tits,” said Tracy, uncertainly.

“What kind of tits?”

“A-cup tits? Small tits?”

“Can you say Tracy’s tiny titties?”

“Tracy’s tiny titties.” Silence. “May this slave show you Tracy’s tiny titties.” Pause “Because it turns you on?”

“Yes, Tracy slut, show me those cute little buds on your chest.”

Tracy fumbled behind her back and then let the bra drop to the floor.

“Does that feel good to show me Tracy’s tiny titties?” asked Jan?

“Yes, mistress Jan,” said Tracy.

“And to show them to master Bill as well?”

“Yes, mistress Jan.”

“How many boys have felt you up, Tracy slut?”

“One, no, uh, two, umm, three, yeah, three.” Pause. “Three boys have felt me up, mistress Jan.” Pause. “Three boys have felt Tracy’s tiny titties, mistress Jan.”

“Jeez,” said Bill. “You’re only 12 and a virgin. When did that many boys feel you up?”

“Well, master Bill, I don’t know if I should count my two brothers, actually. I didn’t really have anything to feel when they did it a couple of years ago. Only one boy really felt up my tits, I mean, Tracy’s tiny titties since they were really tits.”

Jan cast Bill a quick look to tell him he’d intruded and broken the spell that she’d been casting over their slave girl. He backed away. Jan stared at Tracy’s panties until the girl said, “Mistress Jan, may this slave remove her panties to show you her… Tracy’s tiny twat?”

“I’d like that Tracy slut,” said Jan. “And would you like that, too? Would you like to show me Tracy’s tiny tush?”

Tracy paused. She looked at Bill and saw the intensity in his eyes and then back at Jan to see the same intense look. God, she thought to herself, they really do want to see me nude. This really does turn them on. I really am hot. She felt a surge of sexual power. It came suddenly, unwanted, that same feeling of sexual power that Jan had when she was being submissive. She took in a deep breath as the feeling came over her. It came from deep in her subconscious, deep in her hindbrain, an animalistic urge to earn her position in life as a woman. The breath filled her with the scent of a sexually excited man and drove her even further into her primitive ancestry. Without realizing it, her body knew that she would do what was demanded of her and in return she would rule her master and mistress through their desires. Her mind could not fight her body’s demands and she exhaled in a low growl that was barely audible. She could only surrender completely to her genetic programming.

“Mistress Jan does not care what I like, but I would like to turn you on more.” She pulled down her panties as a wave of heat hit her. Almost drunk from the feeling of liquid sex flowing through her body she posed not just with her hands at her sides. The black panties dangled from the little finger of her right hand as she ran her hands up her body and cupped her small tits. She put her feet about shoulder width apart, giving her audience a clear view of her hairless slit and then ran her hands up behind her head. Tracy’s tiny titties melted into the slender, athletic body making her look even younger than she was. With the panties dangling by her head, she smelled her own aroma. “Mistress Jan, I think it will really turn you on if I put my panties in my mouth, may I?”

Jan nodded in amazement as Tracy poked the tiny black garment between her puckered lips and then took a deep breath to inhale her own scent. Tracy’s pussy was soaked and the butterflies ran wild in her stomach as she took two steps toward Jan. Inches from the face of her mistress, Tracy spoke clearly despite the panties in her mouth, “Thank you, mistress Jan. This slut wants to please you in every way. May I suck the juices of your pussy? May I suck the master’s … big cock?” Her voice dropped in volume, but Jan still clearly heard her finish. “May I scream for you?”

Jan looked curiously at Tracy. “You fucking pain slut,” she said with amazement. “Turn around and put your hands behind you.” Could it really be that Tracy was enjoying this?

“Thank you, mistress Jan,” said Tracy as she turned her trembling back to Jan and crossed her wrists behind her. Her conscious brain fought the urge, but her body was not hers to control. She was replacing years of socialization with generations, millennia, eons of female wiles. She was quickly tied with her hands up between her shoulder blades and out of the way of her upcoming spanking. Her eyes sparkled with tears from the pain, but she turned to face them and saw their eyes on her. Bill had stripped and his cock throbbed as it pointed straight up. Tracy licked her lips as she stared at it. She knew where he wanted it. She’d do anything to keep that look in their eyes.

Jan waved the riding crop in front of Tracy and watched the slave’s reaction. Tracy’s eyes never left it, pleading for it to caress her with its sharp sting. She turned quickly with anticipation, wiggling her bare ass at Jan. The first blow stung, but she held her tongue. A second slapped across her white ass and she jumped. “God,” she whispered too faintly for anyone to hear. With the third blow, she gritted her teeth, but, “Aah,” escaped her lips briefly. She started screaming shrilly as Jan rained a fourth blow on her ass and kept going. After ten blows, the whipping stopped and Tracy knelt. “Cocksucker,” she said. “I’m a cocksucker. Please, master, let me make you happy.”

It still wasn’t easy, but she managed to get the cock down her throat just by sheer desire. Her eyes sought out Bill’s eyes and drank in her own sex and beauty through him. She had the power and she knew it. His cock was hers to command. It would cum because of her – because of her nakedness, because of her vulnerability, because of her mouth, and because he wanted her. The more she looked in his eyes, the more she wanted his cum until she was pounding her face into his crotch hard and fast. His hands helped by forcing her head forward and back. She felt him pulse in her throat and saw the grimace on his face. Squeezing her thighs tightly together, she felt the slipperiness of her juices, and an imminent, but elusive orgasm. Fuck my face, she thought as he pounded her. Fuck my hot mouth, show me what a slut I am. Show me how much you want me. Her mouth flooded with his cum and she swallowed hard. She moaned against his cock, almost mouthing the words – fuck me, fuck me, feed me, master.

Finished with Bill, Tracy turned to find Jan watching intently. “Your turn, mistress,” said Tracy, her voice insistent. “You want to suck Tracy’s tiny titties first? You want to make me scream some more for you? I know what you like, mistress Jan.” She paused to take several quick deep breaths. “I know what you want,” she suddenly said, her voice turned sinister. “Bring that Katy bitch out here.” Katy had so far been locked in the other side of the basement. “Master Bill, you lean her over that rail and spank the shit out of her while I eat out mistress Jan. That turns on mistress Jan, doesn’t it?” She directed the question to her mistress.

“Do it, Bill,” said Jan. She grabbed Tracy by the hair and pulled the helpless girl to the mattress. Dropping her on her back, Jan slid her crotch across Tracy’s face. She saw the grimace of pain as Tracy lay on her bound arms. “Does that hurt, bitch?” asked Jan.

“Yes, mistress Jan, thank you.” The slave squirmed to ease the pain. When she was too successful, she squirmed again to build it back to the right intensity. Then she slithered her tongue between Jan’s pussy lips and for the first time tasted another girl’s juices with pleasure. Tracy mumbled words to keep Jan hot, “Thank you, mistress, this miserable slave deserves this so much.” The words were distasteful, yet hauntingly familiar. She would learn to speak like that because she had to command Jan’s desire. The distaste faded as her subconscious brain flooded her with hormones and she licked furiously, then slowed as she realized that Jan wouldn’t cum unless Katy was screaming. That wasn’t happening yet. Pausing again, she said, “Thank you, mistress Jan, this miserable slave doesn’t deserve to gaze upon your beauty, your lovely tits, your face, your eyes.”

Jan thought about ordering Tracy to shut her eyes, but the compliment made her hot and the look in Tracy’s eyes as she drank in the nude form of her mistress was a turn on, too. But, as she reveled in the gaze, she realized she was missing out on a view. She rose and turned around, settling herself on Tracy’s mouth again and looked along the girl’s slender body, taking in Tracy’s tiny titties and tiny twat. Beside them Katy started screaming. The poor teenager didn’t even know for sure why she was being spanked, except that she correctly surmised the noises she made were for Jan’s benefit. Jan pulled on Tracy’s nipples, raising Tracy’s tits to small cones and then let go. She leaned forward, rubbing her own sensitive tits against Tracy’s tummy and caught the other girl’s scent. Without even thinking she put her lips to Tracy’s cunt and parted them with her tongue. Finding her slave’s clit, she nibbled on it and licked at it. She was surprised when Tracy responded within seconds with a rousing orgasm. Jan’s own orgasm hit seconds later and the two rivals humped against each other’s face until they were satisfied.

Katy was allowed to stop screaming as soon an Jan’s taut body relaxed, signaling the end of her cum. A fucking toy is all I am, thought the 14-year-old, just a prop to help make the mistress cum. Her ass stung and tears ran down her cheeks. Bill tied a rope to Tracy’s wrists, lashing her to a post so she couldn’t escape and then put his aching cock up Katy’s cunt and fucked her for all he was worth. The dazed teen thanked her master repeatedly for this wonderful fuck, all the while meaning thank you for stopping the spanking.

Jan never did find out who eventually bought Tracy. The mere fact that Bill was very closed mouth about it was ominous to Jan. On the night of her departure, Tracy was nervous. She looked forward to her new life as a sex object, but was worried about learning how to read her new master or mistress and please him or her. She convinced herself that whatever happened, she was off on a journey that would be far more exciting than the humdrum of school and normality.

Bill didn’t like the man that bought Tracy, but he had to let the girl go to the highest bidder. There was something about him that made Bill feel uneasy and uncertain about Tracy’s future and about her chances for survival. He’d sold to this man before and by all the hints and innuendo he heard in return, the girls he sold to this man were neither living nor happy for their final days. But, Tracy was a consummate slut, capable of drawing on the ultimate genetic programming of all females. She would take whatever her new owner gave her and gain power through her punishment. He would own her, but she would rule his desires in such a way that he could never dispose of her as he did of so many others. In the years to come, she would take his name, bear his children, share his billions, and live in luxury, yet suffer as his willing slave.

That left just Katy to amuse Jan and Bill for a few days. She worked hard to keep the two of them happy and Jan didn’t get an opportunity to see if she could push a slave even farther.

When Katy was finally delivered, Bill drove Jan to find Hank. Jan knew that Hank had failed math and that meant he’d be in summer school. They waited for the session to end for the day and Jan pointed out the young boy. Bill drove her down the street and dropped her off in Hank’s path. When he saw Jan, Hank slowed his pace, reluctant to face her. Having had an attack of conscience since the event, Hank had avoided Jan. That and a fear that he would one day pay for his deed made him wary of her. But, there was no way to avoid her, especially since she looked like she was waiting for him.

As he approached, he tried to act as if something else was more interesting and looked everywhere but at her. “Hi Hank,” said Jan, stopping him in his tracks.

“H-hi,” said Hank. He leaned as if about to take a step.

“I want you to fuck me again,” said Jan.

“Uh… uh,” stammered Hank.

“You did enjoy it, didn’t you? I mean, I hear that boys enjoy it as much as girls do.”

“Uh…uh,” repeated Hank. “You want me to?”

“Yeah,” said Jan. “I like it now. I want you and Johnny and Kyle to do it with me again.”

This was a different twist for the young boy, who, like all boys his age, had little else on his mind than girls and what he would like to do to one or more of them. He’d sweet talked one girl into having sex with him since Jan’s rape, but hadn’t done much else. A second round with the 12-year-old blond sounded like a good idea with the possibility of more to follow. “OK,” he agreed. “Like right now?”

“Tomorrow,” said Jan. “If the three of you meet me at Main and Kent, I know a place we can do it.” She smiled to herself at how easy this was. She could tell he was already thinking about how to get the other two boys there. “About this time tomorrow? And all three of you have to be there.” She stepped closer to the boy and kissed him on the lips. “But, I want you to go first,” she whispered to him. With that, she turned and walked away.

The plan was remarkably simple, a bit like catching a squirrel in a cage. All it took was a cage big enough for three boys (something that didn’t look like a cage), some bait, and not much patience. The cage was a rented van. It was a cargo van with no windows and a steel wall between the driver and the cargo. A pad on the floor would make it comfortable for the bait, Jan. The three boys showed up on time and Jan led them to the trap.

“This van sits here all day, every day,” she said as she unlocked the back of it. “One day he left the key in it and I took it and made a copy. It’s my secret hideaway.” She swung the door open to show the interior and then climbed in.

“What if he comes back?” asked Johnny nervously.

Jan pulled off her shirt, revealing her braless tits. “He won’t,” she said. “Coming in or not?”

Kyle climbed in, followed by Hank. Kyle put his hands on Jan’s tits as Jan dropped her shorts to the floor. Johnny climbed in and shut the door. The trap was sprung. Bill simply stepped to the door and wrapped rope around the door handles, tying it shut from the outside. The four kids were now inside a metal box with no chance of escape. The first time the three boys felt something was awry was when the van’s engine started.

By that time, the three boys were naked with Jan. She was on her back with Johnny’s cock in her mouth and Hank fucking her. Kyle was kneeling next to her getting a handjob. No one was in a position to move quickly and when Kyle tried to pull away, Jan tightened her grip on his cock, holding him in place. “What’s going on?” yelled Hank, as if anyone had any more information than he did. But, he stayed knelt between Jan’s spread legs, his cock inside her.

The van lurched as Bill backed out of the space. “We’re moving,” shouted Johnny, finally getting up. He was thrown to the side and then fell down as the van accelerated forward. “He came back!”

“Oh, shit,” said Hank as he too finally reacted to the danger. His slippery cock pulled out of Jan and wilted quickly. The van stopped, sending everyone down again and then started up. Turning out of the parking lot, the van picked up speed and the prey inside scrambled for their clothes.

The van started and stopped its way through town and the boys, once dressed, made a plan. “Next time we stop, open the door,” said Hank. “We all jump out and run.”

Jan, also dressed by now, said, “What if we don’t all get out?”

“Just jump,” said Hank. “Even if he’s started to go again, he won’t be going fast.”

“What if he’s the kidnapper?” said Jan.

“Who?”

“You know, the guy that’s kidnapping all the girls in the area?”

“Aww, shit,” said Kyle. “We’re in such trouble now.”

“It’s not him,” said Hank. “You said the van’s always there, all day long.”

“We’re still screwed,” said Kyle. “It’s your fault,” he pointed his finger at Jan.

“You didn’t have to come,” said Jan.

“Hey, hey, we’re slowing down,” said Hank. He stood poised to open the door. Sure enough, the van stopped and he jerked on the handle. The handle swung down, but when he threw his weight against it, the door didn’t budge. He shoved again and again, this time with Johnny and Kyle pushing as well. The door remained shut.

“What the hell?” said Kyle. “It’s locked.” He fumbled with the button that locked and unlocked the door, but no position of the button made the door move.

The van started up and gained speed again. When the ride got bumpy, Jan knew that they were minutes from the end and that there would be no more stops. She wanted badly to taunt them about their impending fate, but she was alone with the three of them and didn’t know what they would do. She would get her chance soon, after Bill had tied them up for her. Then, she would gloat over their gullibility and make them sorry.

The next time the van stopped, Bill banged on the side of the van to let Jan know that he was out and walking around the van. Jan reached under the floor mat and picked up a syringe. With the boys focused on the door, none of them saw her plunge the needle into Johnny’s arms and empty the contents into his veins. But Johnny turned at the prick and yelped, “What are you doing?”

Without answering, Jan quickly discarded that needle and waited for the shot to affect Johnny. This was the same thing she’d used on Tracy and worked within seconds on Johnny, too. He slumped and she broke his fall. She banged once on the side of the van. Kyle and Hank stared at her. “What’s going on?” demanded Hank.

“I don’t know,” said Jan emphatically, virtually denying the event that had just occurred. “The door,” she said suddenly. The boys turned to look, but the door hadn’t moved. Jan retrieved a second syringe and hid it behind her. The two boys swung their gazes from the door to Jan and back again, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Maintaining the confusion, Jan slipped one hand under her top and said, “God, this suspense is making me so horny.” She stepped forward and pressed against Hank. “Touch me there, Hank,” she said. “You, too, Kyle.” The boys were too surprised to do anything but stare at her.

“Ouch,” said Hank. “What the fuck?” He looked at his shoulder where Jan had stuck the hypodermic. He was trapped between the door and Jan, unable to jerk away. He slapped at her and then pushed her hard, but the damage was done. “What going on?” he said, his voice whining as he knelt and then fell forward.

Jan banged again on the side of the van. Outside, Bill unwrapped the rope from around the door handles. Inside, Kyle stood with his back to the door, watching Jan. He wasn’t going to let her get close to him. She held a third needle in her hand, watching and waiting. The double doors swung open abruptly, filling the cage with sunlight. Surprised, Kyle started to turn, but was grabbed from behind by Bill. Held tightly by the man, Kyle could only watch as Jan approached and stuck the needle in his arm. “Night, night, cocksucker,” said Jan.