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Nether of them was all that surprised when they got caught. Taking a shortcut through the territory of the Smoking Harpies could only end one way. Well, it had worked, for about a week or so. Not that the shortcut saved that much time. If Jessy and Sydney had stuck to the patrolled main roads, the way from the factory to their housing unit would’ve taken at most five minutes longer.
Five minutes should’ve been a fair sacrifice, given the stories passed around about the Smoking Harpies, about what they allegedly did to intruders. Then again, it had been exactly these stories that had instigated the two of them to try their luck. They’d never felt as alive as after the first time they’d made it through, knowing that they could’ve been caught any second. And maybe, just maybe, getting caught had been the goal all along. To find out how much about these stories was true.
Their arrest had been swift and utterly inevitable. Jessy’s two seat bike stood no chance against the modified motorcycles of the gang. Never mind that the Harpies had stun guns. Jessy hadn’t even tried to make a run for it. That would’ve only risked an ugly accident they wouldn’t have walked away from.
That had been half an hour ago. Or something along those lines. It was hard to tell when you had a thick, scratchy bag over your head. The Harpies had bound their wrists with leather belts and thrown them into a small trailer. Most likely to take them to their hideout. Jessy didn’t mind, as long as they arrived there soon. The bumpy road made the trailer jump uncomfortably and the noise of the three motorcycles made it impossible to talk to Sydney. All they could do was to hold on to each other as much as their bound hands allowed it.
During the entire drive, Jessy’s mind went back to the stories. If the Harpies got you, it might be weeks before they let you go again. Weeks during which they ruthlessly used their captives in whatever way they felt like. Their victims might turn up covered in bruises and bite marks, or with their backs and tits beaten raw by leather strips, or even physically unharmed, but with tales of agonizing pleasures. Jessy and Sydney had shared these whispered stories in the dark of the night, often with their hands buried in each other’s pants.
The bikes stopped. Jessy clutched Sydney’s hands one last time before they were forced to get up and stumble after the Harpies. From the sound of their foot steps, they might’ve entered some kind of abandoned factory hall. Chains rattled somewhere in the distance. And was that the faint trace of a woman’s scream? Jessy bit her lip. She’d often gone through this scenario in her fantasies. And so far, she’d braved anything life threw at her. She could do this.
After a couple minute’s walk they finally got rid of the bags. Jessy squinted as the bright blue industrial light hit her. She could make out the shapes of heavy machinery and white-washed walls, but the butch Harpy in front of her immediately captured her attention. The leather jacket and jeans covering her massive body were worn down and greasy, even more so than Jessy and Sydney were after their day in the factory. More importantly, she held a shining knife in her hand, a good ten centimeters long. For all the dirt and neglect the place oozed, this blade was clearly well taken care off. There wasn’t much of a chance of it being blunt.
“We’re gonna get you ready to meet the boss.” The Harpie’s voice was surprisingly high and smooth. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll hold very still.”
Jessy gasped as the Harpy slid the knife under her shirt, the cold back of the blade dragging over her stomach. She didn’t move, though, for fear of getting cut, and seconds later her shirt and bra hang in tatters over her shoulders.
“Nice tits. The boss is gonna love you.”
Jessy bit her lip again. She wanted to say something clever, but couldn’t come up with anything. The question if this big Harpy was gonna have her way with her right then and there was too distracting. She looked like someone who liked going rough. In her fantasies, Jessy would’ve already provoked her, shown her that she wasn’t afraid. And gladly suffered the consequences.
Not that she was afraid in real life. A bit nervous, maybe. Mostly she was excited, though. She’d done more than her share of bold things in her life, but getting captured by a notorious street gang took the cake. She was allowed to be a bit nervous.
It didn’t take long for the rest of her clothes to get cut to shreds. Beside her, Sydney also did her best to stay completely motionless while the two other Harpies undressed her the same way.
Being naked wasn’t a big deal to them. It wouldn’t be, not with how they’d grown up knowing nothing but big communal showers. Having your hands bound behind your back gave it a whole different feel, though. Not only did it make Jessy almost completely helpless, it also forced her to present her front side, including her unmistakably erect nipples.
One of the other Harpies, a smaller and leaner one with spiky piercings all over her face, tore the last shreds of clothes off Jessy’s body and pulled the shoes from her feet. She finished with a sharp slap on her ass. “Get going! The boss is waiting.”
Jessy traded a last glance with Sydney. Her friend looked nervous, but gave her a determined nod. Good. Originally it had been Sydney’s idea to take the shortcut, although Jessy usually was the bolder one. It was comforting that her friends didn’t regret that decision already. Or at least not enough that it would show.
They stumbled into the next room, the floor tiles hard and cold under their bare feet. Jessy’s eyes went upwards, though. A giant machine, at least ten meters high, dominated the entire room. Countless pipes and straps connected a system of pistons and gears. It had some similarities with an engine, but only if said engine had decided to climb the evolutionary ladder far enough to almost reach sentience. It was impossible to tell the purpose of the machine from just a glance and Jessy had no time to dwell on it. As soon as they entered, a small figure stopped its work at the base of the machine and turned around to face them.
“So, you’re our intruders.”
The boss looked young, maybe not even twenty. In contrast to the outfits of studded leather and denim of the other Harpies, she wore a plane dark blue overall with a linen shirt beneath. A similarly blue cap covered her short auburn hair. It would’ve been easy to mistake her for a simple mechanic, if not for the way her stance, her face, everything about her radiated self-assurance. Even though she had to look up to everyone else in the room, there was no question who was calling the shots.
“I’m kinda busy,” she said as she wiped her greasy hands on an equally greasy piece of cloth. “So if you behave like good girls, fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness, I might just let you off easy.”
Jessy expected the other Harpies to shove them to the floor, but no such thing happened. She looked at Sydney, who seemed as confused as she was. They should’ve been grateful to meet the boss at such an opportune moment, but somehow Jessy felt a twinge of disappointment. After how much they’d fantasized about getting caught by a gang of sadistic lesbians, it wouldn’t be right to get away like that.
“And if we don’t?”
Her voice didn’t come out as confident as she’d have wanted it to and her heart thumped so hard she was sure the others would hear it, but Jessy wasn’t going to take her words back. She wanted to see how deep the rabbit hole went.
“Seems like we have a sassy one.” The boss smiled at Jessy before she turned to Sydney and traced her fingers over her cheek, leaving two greasy lines. “What about you, girl? Are you gonna be as difficult as your friend?”
Sydney pressed her lips together and gave a brief nod. Well, at least they were in it together.
“It that’s what you want.” The boss turned to the big Harpy behind Jessy. “Take them to the storage and show them what we do with sassy girls around here. If one of them decides to be good after all, throw her into our harem. I’ll join you later. Gotta finish this up first.”
Without paying her guests any more attention, the young woman turned back to her giant machine. The other Harpies grabbed Jessy and Sydney and shoved them through a dirty corridor into a barren room.
If this was the “storage”, it clearly wasn’t there to store objects. There were a couple of chests and cupboards along two of the walls, but most of the center of the room was empty, except for two pairs of cuffs, tangling at the end of long chains from the ceiling. More chains lay in the corners of the room. Jessy briefly wondered if being defiant had been such a good idea, but a more primal part of her reared its head at the sight of all this cold, unyielding metal and the thought of how it would feel on her bare skin.
“Don’t try anything stupid now,” the third of the Harpies said as she took the belt off Jenny’s wrists.
Not that Jenny would’ve even considered an escape attempt. It was two against three and the big Harpy alone looked strong enough to overpower them both. Never mind that they were stiff after having their arms behind their backs for so long. So she only showed some token resistance when they shoved her and Sydney into the middle of the room and locked their wrists up again.
Barely a minute later they were sitting on the floor back to back, wrapped up in a length of chain that prevented them from moving away from each other, their wrists pulled up over their heads. Jessy tried and failed to keep her breath steady, but feeling Sydney’s slightly sweaty skin on her back helped to calm her down at least a little.
The Harpy with all the piercings in her face went to one of the chests. “Maybe you’ll get a bit more cooperative when you see our toy collection.”
She took out a long leather whip. With a smooth flick of her wrist she unrolled it and let it fly. It made a sharp whacking sound in the air. “Sure you don’t wanna kneel and become our fuckmeat instead?”
Jessy managed to not even flinch at the noise. She was no stranger to being whipped. Their boss at the factory wasn’t exactly forgiving when one of the workers screwed up. There’d been many days that Jessy went home with painful welts across her back, or with her ass on fire from a good trashing with the cane. These punishments had never deterred her from slacking off, though. And as sexy as becoming the Harpies’ “fuckmeat” sounded, they’d have to try harder to intimidate her.
“Not impressed? Well, I hoped so.” The pierced Harpy hang the whip over a nail in one of the cupboards and reached back into the chest. Her hands came out holding a couple of what looked like iron clothespins.
“These things have a nasty bite. No point in telling you this, though. You’re gonna find it out soon enough.” She plied the clamps open, which looked like it took a frightening amount of force. Lines of small iron spikes covered the insides like teeth. They seemed to be blunt, but that wasn’t going to make it any less painful to have them dig into your soft flesh.
Jessy heard Sydney swallow. She shuffled a bit closer to her friend. While she herself was undeniably nervous, she was still determined to go through with this, but maybe it was better for Sydney if she took the easy way out.
“And, of course, we have our most effective tool for dealing with sassy girls: The Pacifier.” The Harpy took out a crude metal contraption that took Jessy only a second to identify: A chastity belt. One with two sizable steel plugs attached to its inside.
Jessy’s already dripping pussy got all tingly. Being locked into that thing, penetrated at all time, the plugs moving inside her with every little movement… If this was the punishment, she could play the sassy girl all day.
Her thoughts must’ve been easily readable from her face. The pierced Harpy grinned at her. “Don’t get too eager just yet.” She took a nondescript red bottle out of the chest. “Chili sauce,” she said, still grinning. “That’s gonna be your lube. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t get all docile after less than an hour in that thing. Usually we still keep them in it for a day, just to make sure the message really sinks in.”
Jessy’s stomach constricted painfully. This was insane. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it had to feel like to have her pussy and ass flare up with no way to lessen the burning, no way to escape these spicy hot plugs rubbing over her inflamed insides. Jessy prided herself on her pain tolerance, but if they really did that to her, she’d be crying and begging like everyone else. She’d be ready to crawl on the floor like a dog and suck the Harpie’s toes for even the slightest chance of mercy and… fuck, did that thought actually arouse her?
“I’ll be a good girl! I’ll kneel.”
While Jessy was still dealing with her conflicting emotions, Sydney shuffled to her knees behind her, to the amusement of the Harpies.
“I knew you’d be the one to pussy out,” the big one said. “And I hoped you would. We’re gonna have a lot of fun with you tonight.”
Jessy clenched her teeth. She wanted to be the brave one, but Sydney was right. They should just fuck and get fucked and leave it at that. If she needed her masochistic fix, she’d just piss off her boss again. “I’ll kneel, too.”
The pierced Harpie laughed. “Too late for that now, girl. The boss said that one of you could get off easy, which means, only one. And besides…” Her voice became a conspiratorial whisper. “We all know that you’re the ringleader. You deserve it.” She opened the bottle and poured a generous amount of the red sauce over the plugs. “Don’t worry. It’s not the first time I’m doing this. That stuff won’t cause any lasting damage. Well, no physical one, at least.”
Jessy swallowed hard. Her face was burning up. This was it. She’d be locked into that torture instrument and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Jessy, I’m so sorry, I…”
“Don’t be,” Jessy interrupted her friend. “I was the one who let it come to this. Don’t worry. I’m a strong girl, I can take it.”
The last thing she needed was for Sydney to have a bad conscience because of her. And it wasn’t even a lie: She was a strong girl. And in a way, a more than just slightly insane way, but still, she was curious to find out how strong she really was.
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Nether of them was all that surprised when they got caught. Taking a shortcut through the territory of the Smoking Harpies could only end one way. Well, it had worked, for about a week or so. Not that the shortcut saved that much time. If Jessy and Sydney had stuck to the patrolled main roads, the way from the factory to their housing unit would’ve taken at most five minutes longer.
Five minutes should’ve been a fair sacrifice, given the stories passed around about the Smoking Harpies, about what they allegedly did to intruders. Then again, it had been exactly these stories that had instigated the two of them to try their luck. They’d never felt as alive as after the first time they’d made it through, knowing that they could’ve been caught any second. And maybe, just maybe, getting caught had been the goal all along. To find out how much about these stories was true.
Their arrest had been swift and utterly inevitable. Jessy’s two seat bike stood no chance against the modified motorcycles of the gang. Never mind that the Harpies had stun guns. Jessy hadn’t even tried to make a run for it. That would’ve only risked an ugly accident they wouldn’t have walked away from.
That had been half an hour ago. Or something along those lines. It was hard to tell when you had a thick, scratchy bag over your head. The Harpies had bound their wrists with leather belts and thrown them into a small trailer. Most likely to take them to their hideout. Jessy didn’t mind, as long as they arrived there soon. The bumpy road made the trailer jump uncomfortably and the noise of the three motorcycles made it impossible to talk to Sydney. All they could do was to hold on to each other as much as their bound hands allowed it.
During the entire drive, Jessy’s mind went back to the stories. If the Harpies got you, it might be weeks before they let you go again. Weeks during which they ruthlessly used their captives in whatever way they felt like. Their victims might turn up covered in bruises and bite marks, or with their backs and tits beaten raw by leather strips, or even physically unharmed, but with tales of agonizing pleasures. Jessy and Sydney had shared these whispered stories in the dark of the night, often with their hands buried in each other’s pants.
The bikes stopped. Jessy clutched Sydney’s hands one last time before they were forced to get up and stumble after the Harpies. From the sound of their foot steps, they might’ve entered some kind of abandoned factory hall. Chains rattled somewhere in the distance. And was that the faint trace of a woman’s scream? Jessy bit her lip. She’d often gone through this scenario in her fantasies. And so far, she’d braved anything life threw at her. She could do this.
After a couple minute’s walk they finally got rid of the bags. Jessy squinted as the bright blue industrial light hit her. She could make out the shapes of heavy machinery and white-washed walls, but the butch Harpy in front of her immediately captured her attention. The leather jacket and jeans covering her massive body were worn down and greasy, even more so than Jessy and Sydney were after their day in the factory. More importantly, she held a shining knife in her hand, a good ten centimeters long. For all the dirt and neglect the place oozed, this blade was clearly well taken care off. There wasn’t much of a chance of it being blunt.
“We’re gonna get you ready to meet the boss.” The Harpie’s voice was surprisingly high and smooth. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll hold very still.”
Jessy gasped as the Harpy slid the knife under her shirt, the cold back of the blade dragging over her stomach. She didn’t move, though, for fear of getting cut, and seconds later her shirt and bra hang in tatters over her shoulders.
“Nice tits. The boss is gonna love you.”
Jessy bit her lip again. She wanted to say something clever, but couldn’t come up with anything. The question if this big Harpy was gonna have her way with her right then and there was too distracting. She looked like someone who liked going rough. In her fantasies, Jessy would’ve already provoked her, shown her that she wasn’t afraid. And gladly suffered the consequences.
Not that she was afraid in real life. A bit nervous, maybe. Mostly she was excited, though. She’d done more than her share of bold things in her life, but getting captured by a notorious street gang took the cake. She was allowed to be a bit nervous.
It didn’t take long for the rest of her clothes to get cut to shreds. Beside her, Sydney also did her best to stay completely motionless while the two other Harpies undressed her the same way.
Being naked wasn’t a big deal to them. It wouldn’t be, not with how they’d grown up knowing nothing but big communal showers. Having your hands bound behind your back gave it a whole different feel, though. Not only did it make Jessy almost completely helpless, it also forced her to present her front side, including her unmistakably erect nipples.
One of the other Harpies, a smaller and leaner one with spiky piercings all over her face, tore the last shreds of clothes off Jessy’s body and pulled the shoes from her feet. She finished with a sharp slap on her ass. “Get going! The boss is waiting.”
Jessy traded a last glance with Sydney. Her friend looked nervous, but gave her a determined nod. Good. Originally it had been Sydney’s idea to take the shortcut, although Jessy usually was the bolder one. It was comforting that her friends didn’t regret that decision already. Or at least not enough that it would show.
They stumbled into the next room, the floor tiles hard and cold under their bare feet. Jessy’s eyes went upwards, though. A giant machine, at least ten meters high, dominated the entire room. Countless pipes and straps connected a system of pistons and gears. It had some similarities with an engine, but only if said engine had decided to climb the evolutionary ladder far enough to almost reach sentience. It was impossible to tell the purpose of the machine from just a glance and Jessy had no time to dwell on it. As soon as they entered, a small figure stopped its work at the base of the machine and turned around to face them.
“So, you’re our intruders.”
The boss looked young, maybe not even twenty. In contrast to the outfits of studded leather and denim of the other Harpies, she wore a plane dark blue overall with a linen shirt beneath. A similarly blue cap covered her short auburn hair. It would’ve been easy to mistake her for a simple mechanic, if not for the way her stance, her face, everything about her radiated self-assurance. Even though she had to look up to everyone else in the room, there was no question who was calling the shots.
“I’m kinda busy,” she said as she wiped her greasy hands on an equally greasy piece of cloth. “So if you behave like good girls, fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness, I might just let you off easy.”
Jessy expected the other Harpies to shove them to the floor, but no such thing happened. She looked at Sydney, who seemed as confused as she was. They should’ve been grateful to meet the boss at such an opportune moment, but somehow Jessy felt a twinge of disappointment. After how much they’d fantasized about getting caught by a gang of sadistic lesbians, it wouldn’t be right to get away like that.
“And if we don’t?”
Her voice didn’t come out as confident as she’d have wanted it to and her heart thumped so hard she was sure the others would hear it, but Jessy wasn’t going to take her words back. She wanted to see how deep the rabbit hole went.
“Seems like we have a sassy one.” The boss smiled at Jessy before she turned to Sydney and traced her fingers over her cheek, leaving two greasy lines. “What about you, girl? Are you gonna be as difficult as your friend?”
Sydney pressed her lips together and gave a brief nod. Well, at least they were in it together.
“It that’s what you want.” The boss turned to the big Harpy behind Jessy. “Take them to the storage and show them what we do with sassy girls around here. If one of them decides to be good after all, throw her into our harem. I’ll join you later. Gotta finish this up first.”
Without paying her guests any more attention, the young woman turned back to her giant machine. The other Harpies grabbed Jessy and Sydney and shoved them through a dirty corridor into a barren room.
If this was the “storage”, it clearly wasn’t there to store objects. There were a couple of chests and cupboards along two of the walls, but most of the center of the room was empty, except for two pairs of cuffs, tangling at the end of long chains from the ceiling. More chains lay in the corners of the room. Jessy briefly wondered if being defiant had been such a good idea, but a more primal part of her reared its head at the sight of all this cold, unyielding metal and the thought of how it would feel on her bare skin.
“Don’t try anything stupid now,” the third of the Harpies said as she took the belt off Jenny’s wrists.
Not that Jenny would’ve even considered an escape attempt. It was two against three and the big Harpy alone looked strong enough to overpower them both. Never mind that they were stiff after having their arms behind their backs for so long. So she only showed some token resistance when they shoved her and Sydney into the middle of the room and locked their wrists up again.
Barely a minute later they were sitting on the floor back to back, wrapped up in a length of chain that prevented them from moving away from each other, their wrists pulled up over their heads. Jessy tried and failed to keep her breath steady, but feeling Sydney’s slightly sweaty skin on her back helped to calm her down at least a little.
The Harpy with all the piercings in her face went to one of the chests. “Maybe you’ll get a bit more cooperative when you see our toy collection.”
She took out a long leather whip. With a smooth flick of her wrist she unrolled it and let it fly. It made a sharp whacking sound in the air. “Sure you don’t wanna kneel and become our fuckmeat instead?”
Jessy managed to not even flinch at the noise. She was no stranger to being whipped. Their boss at the factory wasn’t exactly forgiving when one of the workers screwed up. There’d been many days that Jessy went home with painful welts across her back, or with her ass on fire from a good trashing with the cane. These punishments had never deterred her from slacking off, though. And as sexy as becoming the Harpies’ “fuckmeat” sounded, they’d have to try harder to intimidate her.
“Not impressed? Well, I hoped so.” The pierced Harpy hang the whip over a nail in one of the cupboards and reached back into the chest. Her hands came out holding a couple of what looked like iron clothespins.
“These things have a nasty bite. No point in telling you this, though. You’re gonna find it out soon enough.” She plied the clamps open, which looked like it took a frightening amount of force. Lines of small iron spikes covered the insides like teeth. They seemed to be blunt, but that wasn’t going to make it any less painful to have them dig into your soft flesh.
Jessy heard Sydney swallow. She shuffled a bit closer to her friend. While she herself was undeniably nervous, she was still determined to go through with this, but maybe it was better for Sydney if she took the easy way out.
“And, of course, we have our most effective tool for dealing with sassy girls: The Pacifier.” The Harpy took out a crude metal contraption that took Jessy only a second to identify: A chastity belt. One with two sizable steel plugs attached to its inside.
Jessy’s already dripping pussy got all tingly. Being locked into that thing, penetrated at all time, the plugs moving inside her with every little movement… If this was the punishment, she could play the sassy girl all day.
Her thoughts must’ve been easily readable from her face. The pierced Harpy grinned at her. “Don’t get too eager just yet.” She took a nondescript red bottle out of the chest. “Chili sauce,” she said, still grinning. “That’s gonna be your lube. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t get all docile after less than an hour in that thing. Usually we still keep them in it for a day, just to make sure the message really sinks in.”
Jessy’s stomach constricted painfully. This was insane. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it had to feel like to have her pussy and ass flare up with no way to lessen the burning, no way to escape these spicy hot plugs rubbing over her inflamed insides. Jessy prided herself on her pain tolerance, but if they really did that to her, she’d be crying and begging like everyone else. She’d be ready to crawl on the floor like a dog and suck the Harpie’s toes for even the slightest chance of mercy and… fuck, did that thought actually arouse her?
“I’ll be a good girl! I’ll kneel.”
While Jessy was still dealing with her conflicting emotions, Sydney shuffled to her knees behind her, to the amusement of the Harpies.
“I knew you’d be the one to pussy out,” the big one said. “And I hoped you would. We’re gonna have a lot of fun with you tonight.”
Jessy clenched her teeth. She wanted to be the brave one, but Sydney was right. They should just fuck and get fucked and leave it at that. If she needed her masochistic fix, she’d just piss off her boss again. “I’ll kneel, too.”
The pierced Harpie laughed. “Too late for that now, girl. The boss said that one of you could get off easy, which means, only one. And besides…” Her voice became a conspiratorial whisper. “We all know that you’re the ringleader. You deserve it.” She opened the bottle and poured a generous amount of the red sauce over the plugs. “Don’t worry. It’s not the first time I’m doing this. That stuff won’t cause any lasting damage. Well, no physical one, at least.”
Jessy swallowed hard. Her face was burning up. This was it. She’d be locked into that torture instrument and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Jessy, I’m so sorry, I…”
“Don’t be,” Jessy interrupted her friend. “I was the one who let it come to this. Don’t worry. I’m a strong girl, I can take it.”
The last thing she needed was for Sydney to have a bad conscience because of her. And it wasn’t even a lie: She was a strong girl. And in a way, a more than just slightly insane way, but still, she was curious to find out how strong she really was.
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