"Come on, honey, try walkin' a little. My old man used to make us climb those stairs in 'em, playin' with himself while laughin'," Kevin said, his voice growing thick and hard.
Candy whimpered. It was a strange, humiliating sensation. Her first two steps were a stumble. The young woman pushed her hands out in front of her, fighting for balance as she shuffled first her right foot out, then the left. The clanging sounds of the chains rang in her ears, making her brain spin around.
"Not bad. Should make her run up and down the steps. Okay, the hands."
Other links were dragged from the pile of iron on the floor, attached to cuffs around her wrists fastened there first, then linked together. Candy couldn't believe this was happening. It was as if she were in prison. Ben and Jack seemed to be getting into this little bit of psychodrama, laughing and breathing harder and more unevenly as they bound her body up in chains.
"Try walkin' now."
It was more difficult with her arms fastened behind her. She pitched forward twice and would have fallen on her face if Ben hadn't caught her in his arms.
"Now this… yeah, he used this lots on my mother," Kevin said.
Candy peered down and saw him holding a broad band that looked as if it were made for the waist.
"But she can't be wearin' that," he said, pointing at her clothes. The others smiled and started stripping her.
"Oh!"
With her hands behind her back it was impossible for Ben and Jack to remove her skirt, blouse and bathing suit without tearing the material. Candy cried out, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks when she heard her blouse being ripped open, felt her skirt torn from her hips, and felt their fingers pawing at the elastic band of her bikini top. Her chest tightened with terror while it became impossible for the young woman to scream, so frozen with fear were her vocal cords!
"Please, don't do this to me! Don't!" she moaned.
Jack dropped his head, kissing her passionately on the nape of her neck while Ben smoothed his fingers up and down her spine, occasionally letting them stray over her buttocks. Kevin slid forward on his knees until his broad shoulders were touching her thighs. Tilting his head up he pushed his face forward, burying it in the soft silky folds of her bikini bottoms. Candy stiffened, feeling his tongue pushing the silky material in her cunthole! It was a strange, new sensation, one added to by the others' sexual pawing! Candy went wild in spite of herself, hunching back, feeling Ben's fingers tugging at her swimsuit bottom while Kevin, worked his fingers just under the elastic leg band and played with her pussy hairs. And ohhhh, all the while he was sopping up the flowing juices with the nylon crotch panel!
"Fuck, she's hot! Man, I think she digs this," Kevin said, pleased with his find. He backed away, staring at the dark wet patch in the V of her bathing suit, then peering up at the heavy breathing girl.
"Yeah, fuck, like to shove my dick up her ass," Jack said, sliding his hands around her sides until his palms were pressing against her tits. The girl moaned, feeling his hands working over the stiffened nipples. Then they shot apart fast, tearing the cups of her halter apart. In a flash her tits were free, rolling together, then getting pawed by the young thief.
At the same time Kevin curled his fingers around her bottoms, hauling them down to her ankles, then tearing them to pieces and throwing them away. Candy was stripped naked, now vulnerable to their eyes, their fingers, their cocks!
Kevin picked up that band he'd been examining before and held it up before fastening it around her narrow waist, locking it with a small padlock just under the small of her back. Candy reached up with her fingers and touched the lock, shivering with excitement and fear. Only then was she aware that two chains dangled from the front of this wide band, nearly reaching her knees. Fastened to the ends of these chains was a black leather collar, decorated with a ring of bright metal studs.
"Oh no, not my neck!" she cried, her eyes widening as she saw Kevin grasp the collar and examine the tarnished buckle.
"Yeah, the neck. Gotta take care of a bitch… keep 'er in line. My old man used to say that about my old lady when he got her up in this outfit."
How terrible! No wonder Kevin was this way, brought up in this sea of sadism! And now Candy found herself floating in it!
She eyed the collar nervously, moving her head back. But she couldn't move! The chains, the cuffs, everything fastened her body to that spot on the floor.
"You wear the chains nice."
Kevin stood up in front of her, examining her lithe body, studying her full tits, her hard, red nipples, then pulled the collar up, careful to place the chains on either side of her pendulous tits. Candy squealed as he drew the chains tightly over her shoulder, the cold iron pressing hard against her warm flesh. The leather collar lay across the bottom of her throat.
"There," Kevin said, taking both ends of the collar and fastening them together. Candy inhaled sharply, feeling her chest tighten as the leather pressed lightly against her windpipe.
"Please, I can't breathe," she whispered, her eyes widening with horror as she felt the blond stud drape the chains over her shoulders, then pull them down, attaching both ends to the rear of the waist strap. She was bound hand and foot, helpless in front of these leering thieves.
"So your old man tied you and your old lady up like this?" Jack said, about to laugh. When he saw Kevin's face darken with anger the dark-haired young man changed his expression, turning away and deciding to enjoy Candy without further comment.
Candy tugged at the cuffs around her wrists, trying to work them loose. But it was impossible. Soon the area where the cuffs chaffed her flesh reddened. She gasped in another lungful of air as terror and that strange kind of excitement she'd felt earlier gripped her mind and body. Something was trickling down both thighs. It was cuntjuice!
"Come on, honey, walk a little," Kevin said, giving the neck chain a tug.
Candy cried out and staggered forward in a pitifully small step. The chain linking her ankles clanked while those draped at her neck and waist grew tight and became heavy with each forward step. Was it her imagination?
"You look good like that," Kevin said, licking his lips with excitement.
"They're horrible!" Candy burst out. "You don't have to chain me up like this!" She wrinkled her forehead, fighting down the terror gripping her throat.
"He kept you and your mother like this?" Ben asked, his eyes widening with surprise.
"And that ain't all," Kevin said, unbuckling his belt and sliding it from his belt loops. Candy staggered back from the young man, her eyes fastened on the buckled end of that garment. Instinctively she knew what he was going to do.
"No, no," she whispered. The chains clanked noisily as they dragged on the floor. She tried to drag in more air through her burning nostrils but the tight collar prevented her from doing so.
"He used to beat us… for any reason," Kevin said, his eyes narrowing as he looped the belt and struck it rhythmically against one thigh. "Man, I used to cry, beg him not to hit me no more. But he kept on and on and on until both, of us were out." Candy's eyes dropped for a second. In that flash of an instant Kevin snapped one arm back, then brought it down hard across her tits.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Candy squealed, twisting around and trying to bolt away from the young man. The chains held her back, forcing the girl to topple over and stumble to the floor. She crashed, against an old dusty sofa, her bottom high in the air with her torso lying flat against the cushions. Kevin rushed forward, bringing the belt up over his head and dropping it down with a whistling sound.
"UGhhhhhhhh!"
The black leather slashed across both cheeks, making the taut round globes quiver from the force of the blow. Both Jack and Ben watched with growing interest as Kevin slapped her buttocks again and again with his belt, crisscrossing the strokes, making the white flesh grow at first dark pink, then red with each blow. "Noooooo!"