KRISTIN'S DISCOVERY

BY THE ONE
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Kristin continued to stare at the sight in front of her. Nikki stomped up behind her and demanded, “What do you want?”

“Look!” Kristin pointed toward the center of the showroom.

There, on the dirt floor, a girl sat bound to a steel support pole. Her hands were cuffed with her fingers wrapped in duct tape. A thick rope held her to the pole, and a long spreader bar kept her legs apart. Her crotch was sealed in duct tape, and a leather mask was tightly tied onto her head. She was still and silent.

Nikki was breathless. “Is she…?”

“I don’t know,” Kristin said, an edge of fear in her voice, “I’ll find out.”

She cautiously approached the poor girl, trying not to make any noise. She was afraid whoever did this might still be around. A closer inspection showed that the girl was still breathing. Her breaths were shallow and ragged, but still she was breathing.

Nikki crept up behind Kristin. “Well? Is she…?”

“No,” Kristin said, relieved, “She’s still alive.” She reached behind the girl’s head and untied the mask. As she pulled it off the captive’s head, the girl woke up. With a muffled squeal, she jerked away from Kristin, pulling the mask from her grasp. Kristin had only gotten it off halfway, and the air hole was no longer below the nose. All breathing was cut off. The girl gasped and screamed as she fought wildly to regain her air supply.

“Hold still!” Kristin cried, “I’m trying to help you!”

The girl froze. Kristin realized they hadn’t been noticed yet. Kristin quickly whipped the mask off, bringing with it a pair of frilly blue French panties. A terrified face gazed back at her. The girl’s eyes were wild, her face was streaked with sweat and tears, and her hair was a mess, but Kristin and Nikki recognized her as a sophomore from their high school. Her name was…something. They couldn’t remember.

Nikki reached forward and pulled the tape off the girl’s mouth. No one spoke for a long moment. Then the girl said in the whisper of someone who had lost her voice from screaming, “Are you going to kill me now?”

Both girls were shocked. Only a tortured or delirious person would say something like that. They looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

“I don’t want to die. Please, I’ll never tell anyone what happened!”

“Who did this to you?” Kristin asked.

“Please just let me go! I’ll never tell! I swear! I don’t want to die!”

“You’re not going to die!” Nikki said. She and Kristin knelt beside the captive and started to try to free her. All her major bonds were chains. They untied the rope around her waist and freed her fingers. They also took the tape off her crotch. The whole time the girl was pleading for her life.

“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!”

“You’re not going to die!!” Kristin yelled. The girl cringed and shrank away as if she’d been slapped.

“Hey,” Nikki said gently, “It’s okay. We’re going to get you out of here. No one’s going to die.” She stroked the girl’s hair to comfort her.

“Really?” she whispered, “You’re not going to hurt me?”

“No,” Nikki said, “Never.”

The girl stared at her for a stunned moment. Then she let out a cry that was somewhere between a sob and a laugh. She broke down and cried. Nikki cradled her head on her shoulder. As her body shook, the girl suddenly convulsed and gave a cry of pain. She was looking at her crotch.

“What’s wrong?” Kristin asked.

“My…my…aaaaaaa!” she cried again, “My cell phone!”

“What?” Kristin asked in confusion.

“My cell phone! It’s stuffed in my…AAAAAA!”

Nikki connected the dots first. The tape over her crotch, her taped up fingers, and now pain. Her phone had been lodged in her cunt.

“Okay, okay, I understand,” Nikki said, trying to think of what to do.

“Well!? Help me!! Get it out!!!”

“Oh my gosh! Um… okay…” Nikki stuttered.

“Get ready,” Kristin said. She plunged her fingers into the girl’s cunt and probed for the phone. She touched hard plastic and grabbed it with her fingertips. With a little effort, she pulled it out, producing a hoarse yell of pain and release from the girl. A stream of urine followed, making Kristin jump out of the way to avoid being soaked.

The girl sighed and sagged against her pole. “Thank you……” she breathed.

Nikki asked curiously, “What happened to you?”

“I was raped,” she said flatly, “And left here to die, I think.”

Nikki recoiled. The thought of that frightened her, and she looked around nervously for whoever did this.

“Why are you naked?” asked the girl.

Kristin looked down at herself, suddenly remembering that she had no clothes on. “Oh! Um, you know, that’s a long story…” Her face flushed a deep red. “What’s your name?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Holly,” answered the girl, “I’m Holly. Who’re you?”

Kristin said, “I’m Kristin, and this is Nikki,” she gestured at Nikki.

“You have no idea how good it is to meet you,” Holly said, “I’m pretty sure you two saved my life!”

The two rescuers smiled and looked at each other; their earlier anger was gone.

“By the way, you wouldn’t happen to have any water, would you?”

Fifteen minutes later, Nikki was sitting beside Holly on the ground. They were talking happily with each other. Nikki had used some bottles of water from Kristin’s car to clean Holly up and give her a drink. Now much more comfortable and at ease, Holly almost forgot that she was still cuffed to the pole naked with a spreader bar still on her legs. Kristin was outside trying to get a signal on Holly’s cell phone to call the police. Unfortunately, it seemed that the time spent inside Holly’s body had damaged the phone. It wasn’t getting a signal. Kristin returned and gave the bad news. “Well, just go for help,” Nikki said.

“Nikki, I have no clothes,” Kristin said, irritated.

“Sure you do!”

“I’m not going to wear lingerie to the police station. I’d get arrested for indecent exposure or something.”

“Well? Then what do we do?”

“Let’s see,” Kristin said sarcastically, “We need heavy duty metal cutters to free her, and there’s no hardware stores anywhere close. We’re both dressed for a night on the street corner, so we can’t go anywhere anyway. Plus, there’s a rapist on the loose. Has anyone thought about the fact that there is indeed a rapist somewhere around here?”

“He said he was getting as far away as possible,” Holly said, “That was a long time ago. He’s probably miles away by now.”

“So what do we do?” Nikki asked again.

“One of you could go to a pay phone,” Holly suggested, “There’s one at the entrance to the park.”

“No change,” Kristin said, frustrated.

“I think there are a couple quarters in my pants pocket,” Nikki offered.

Kristin sighed, “Of course! Your clothes are all still in my car! Why didn’t you say something before? I’ll just put them on and go to the police!”

Kristin pulled Nikki’s shirt and jeans on outside. They were a little small for her, but they would do. “Be right back,” she said, and jogged to her car. Nikki and Holly listened to the sound of the engine disappearing into the night. Hopefully when it returned, help would be coming with it.

“So,” Holly asked, “Why are you naked? I mean, why is your friend naked, and you’re dressed like a…a whore?”

Nikki was reluctant to explain, “It’s a long story.”

“We’ve got awhile.”

“Oh, alright…” She told Holly the whole story of how she was a ‘slave’ but was being traded between mistresses. Her tale was met with shocked silence.

“You guys are…odd…” Holly said finally.

“Yeah, I guess it’s a little strange,” Nikki looked away. There was a little silence, then she asked worriedly, “You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?”

“I won’t if you don’t tell people more about tonight than they need to know,” Holly said, shifting to a more comfortable position.

While Holly was occupied adjusting herself, Nikki stole a glance at her. Despite her predicament she was very beautiful. Her breasts were proportioned well against her body size. They were definitely more pronounced than Nikki’s own. Nikki was at least six inches taller than Holly, probably more, and her breasts were small in comparison to her tall and thin frame. Side by side, their chests were about the same size, but Holly’s smaller build made hers seem larger than they were. Nikki was jealous.

Looking up, Holly caught this strange, half-naked girl examining her. Is she admiring me? she wondered. The thought of a girl checking her out disturbed her a little, especially after her traumatic night as the field hockey team’s captive some time ago.

When Nikki looked away quickly, Holly spoke up, “Why were you looking at me like that?”

Nikki was taken off guard. “Um…what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You were looking at me like…like the way you should be looking at guys, not girls. Especially not naked, chained-up girls.”

“I wasn’t looking specifically at you! I was just looking.”

“Your eyes were locked on my chest. Ha! Now you’re blushing! Are you, like, a lesbian or something?”

“No! I was just…just…AAA! This is embarrassing!! I was just looking at how you’re bound. See, Kristin and I play games like that, and seeing someone…especially another girl…chained like that; it just gets me excited.” Nikki gave a hopeless gesture.

“Yeah, you just wait until you get attacked, raped, then chained and left for dead,” said Holly darkly, “See if you’re excited then.” She closed her eyes and leaned back against her pole. A tear slipped out the corner of her eye. Neither girl spoke until Kristin returned, accompanied by the police.

After her parents finished gushing over her and making sure she was all right, Holly was in deep trouble. She ended up sorely wishing she had just waited until morning to tell them about her forgotten phone, and be nagged for being irresponsible. The stupid thing didn’t work anyway. Its expedition into Holly’s cunt had been too much for it. Apparently it hadn’t been built to withstand immersion in urine and cum.

During her month-long grounding, Holly’s dreams were filled with the man who had attacked her in the park. It was a week until she could sleep without waking up in the middle of the night panicked and crying.

Her friends were very supportive. She only told a select, trustworthy few about what really happened. Everyone else was told she had been kidnapped out of her yard. Finally, the hype died down. Life returned to normal. At least as normal as it could be, since she wasn’t allowed to go anywhere but to school and back home for a month.

As for Kristin and Nikki, that night after they were assured by the police that Holly would be taken care of, they headed on their way to Nikki’s house. While driving Kristin said she was sorry about what had happened that night. Nikki said she was sorry too, since it was originally her disobedience that set everything off.

In response, Kristin patted her head. Then stroked her face a little. Nikki kissed her friend’s fingers. Kristin’s hand wandered to Nikki’s chest. She couldn’t concentrate on the road.

At the first chance, she pulled off into a deserted parking lot. She shut the car off and turned out all the lights. The friends climbed into the backseat…

Nikki’s parents were asleep when she finally dragged herself into bed, totally exhausted and completely spent. She instantly fell into a deep sleep.

Kristin, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. She had a hard time explaining why she was coming home wearing her friend’s clothes, three hours late.