Archive-name: Bondage/aejo.txt Archive-author: Felix Dartmouth Archive-title: Segment - AEJ O Stacy was then lead in front of Katrina, and the two were taken around the corner to a cell that had a strong solid iron door, with only a small rectangular opening near the base for food. Stacy began protesting wildly, as wildly as she could with her hands so tightly strung together, but both she and Katrina were pushed into the cell. Their eyes, already adjusted to dark, saw a dank cell with tile flooring and two steel beds with thin mattresses. The guards lay them each down on the bed and with a cord tied their legs. Stacy's legs were drawn up to her hands and tightly tied off. The cord around her neck was then tied, leaving little slack to the heavy iron railing of the bed she was hogtied onto. Katrina received much the same treatment, but Stacy noticed that the guard who tied her was somewhat careless and did not tie her neck cord to the bed. Stacy half-expected to be ungagged when the guard brushed away her hair and looked for the buckle tightly fastened behind her neck, but when he located it, he simply checked it to make sure that the strap was in its keeper, and then replaced her hair. Stacy groaned deeply in her throat. The guards turned to go, and as the exited the door, they took one last look at their prisoners. They turned, slammed the heavy steel door shut with a loud clang, and then slid a heavy metal bolt into place and placed a padlock on it, locking it into place. One rectangle of light remained, the tray hole, and within twenty seconds this was also slammed shut and locked. The girls, stunned with the hopelessness if the situation, began to weep. Less than an hour ago, they were enjoying dinner in the wilderness with a friend of Fernando, and now they were captured by unknown parties for unknown reasons and were extremely stringently bound and locked away. Even Stacy, who had before enjoyed a temporary indentured status which soon would return by contract, to freedom, was paralyzed with the uncontrolled nature of her situation. Her bondage now seemed far more foreboding and permanent than the contractual bonds that she had assumed for this voyage. Her back was arched by her hogtie, and with her tears, her nose became congested, making it necessary for her to breathe through the corners of her mouth around her ball-gag. Katrina wept quietly in the other cot near Stacy. They were left there for hours. The tears no longer flowed after a period of time, but the hopelessness remained. Their hog-ties were intractable. Prying fingers could loose no knots, and cramps in the back of the legs were the answer to struggle. Knotted to the bed-frame by her neck, Stacy did not dare move around too much, for she could see that falling off the bed could mean death for her. In the total darkness, sounds of weeping subsided, and sleep overtook the pair in spurts, with occasional waking to the pain of the bonds and the depression of this cruel imprisonment. After many hours their prison door opened with a clang. Stacy craned her neck to see who entered. It was Fernando, carrying a knife! "Ten prisa!", he whispered sharply to Katrina. He cut loose the rope from her ankles, rubbed her legs to her hands, and then cut her wrist and neck bonds. She quickly rubbed tortured wrists, and, stumbling a little, went to help him loose Stacy. She did not bother to remove her own ball-gag. They quickly knifed the thin cord around the legs of Stacy, and then they cut the cord from Stacy's neck to the bed frame very close to the bed, leaving them a handle by which to lead her. Her hands were not loosed. Stacy wondered about her disposition. Was this an escape attempt? She supposed that it was. Maybe they were leaving her bound because they did not want her to blow their escape, and maybe she was bound because she was still contracted for it. At any rate, she wished that she had been freed as Katrina had. She did not have a lot to say about it right now. As the two hustled her out of the dark cell, she saw a guard lying on the floor with blood flowing from his head, and she surmised that Fernando had prevailed over him. After several turns, they ran into another guard, and Fernando quickly dispatched him with his knife. Stacy's heart was racing with the danger, but she was dragged and pushed through a door to the outside. The jeep that they had arrived in was outside, and the key was in it. Fernando motioned that Katrina should put Stacy in the front seat, and as he ran around to he driver's seat, he threw her a length of rope. Fernando started the jeep as Katrina, still gagged herself, forcefully tied off Stacy's ankles, and moved into the backseat. Stacy looked into the backseat as Fernando drove wildly off, with no pursuit to see Katrina struggling with the strap on her ball gag, and having very little success. Fernando also looked back and asked, "Esta' cerrado con llave?" Katrina, bouncing back and forth in the backseat, nodded. Her ball gag had been locked on behind her neck! She leaned forward, and held the shoulders of Stacy so she would not fall out. They had made their escape. Felix@cld9.sccsi.com Archives BBS 1-713-896-1721 --