Working on Dawn, part 1
Dawn and her husband had gotten involved with a charismatic rogue known as "the
Mechanic". He in turn involved them in several of his plots and schemes and soon
his enemies saw them as a way to get to the Mechanic. Dawn was abducted from the
street and taken to a warehouse.
The two men pushed Dawn through the door ahead of them. Going from the darkness
into the light of the warehouse, her eyes took a moment to adjust, even though
the lights were not very bright inside the warehouse. As she looked around the
warehouse she saw row after row of pallet racks, with pallets and crates stored
on the racks. The two men were pushing her along at a very fast walk for them,
which was close to a jog for her. The two men were very large, each one over
six feet tall, and they were both well over two hundred pounds, and mostly
muscle, very low percentage of body fat on these two. They had no problem
whatsoever directing her ninety-seven pounds, fully clothed. As she was barely
five feet tall, she looked like a child or a doll they carried between them.
They came to a separate steel room in the back of the warehouse that looked like
it was a large drive in freezer. One of the men pulled a rope hanging down in
front of the concrete ramp that ran up to the large drive-thru doors, and with a
pneumatic sound the two large doors slid open. They guided her into the huge
room. She saw that the room was at least thirty feet wide and over one hundred
feet long. The doors closed behind them as they continued toward the back of
the room. The ceilings were at least sixteen feet high with explosion proof
lights hanging down at ten-foot intervals throughout the room. In the front of
the room there were more storage racks, but as they pushed her toward the back
she saw the racks stopped and the back had furniture and desks. She guessed
that at one time this had been a large drive-in freezer, but the large
refrigeration units hanging from the ceiling were silent and the room was about
seventy degrees. The galvanized steel walls and ceiling were very clean, as was
the concrete floor.
As they entered the office-type area she saw one section that had a two rows of
four desks. The entire back area was lighted with several sets of fluorescent
lights hanging from the ceiling. Only two of the six sets of fluorescent lights
were on, but this area was still quite a bit brighter than the rest of the
warehouse. A woman in a plain beige dress was working at a computer at one
desk; a man in a short sleeve shirt was sitting at another desk talking on the
phone. The other desks were not occupied, but from the papers and items on the
desks she guessed they were in use in the daytime.
The desks took up less than one fourth of the back area of the converted
freezer. A large reception type area occupied another one fourth, with four
sofas, six easy chairs and coffee and end tables. Soft music was being piped
into the area through overhead speakers. The rest of the open area had several
automotive-type tool chests, various steel work tables, machines, steel lockers,
welding equipment, and lifts, jacks and A-frames.
The men pushed Dawn down on a wooden straight back office chair, pulled her arms
behind the back of the chair and handcuffed her wrists to the back legs. The
woman finished up some work on her computer and started a report printing, then
got up and walked toward Dawn. She wore a simple beige knit dress that stopped
about four inches above the knee and clung to every curve of her ample body.
She wore four-inch spike heels and mesh hose with seams down the back. She was
probably five foot eight or nine, very shapely. Her hair was blonde, shoulder
length, her makeup was on the heavy side, but all done quite well. Dawn
considered her a very good-looking woman, probably mid-thirties. Yes, she
thought, very attractive.
The blonde woman stopped about five feet in front of Dawn and gave her an
appraising look, with her feet crossed and her hand under her chin with an
analytical look.
"This is Dawn," she said to the men. "I have been listening to her for three
weeks and I finally get to see her."
"Yea," said one of the big men. "We picked her up just like you said, right
where and when you said we would."
"Gosh," the blonde said. "She is such a tiny thing. How tall are you, honey?"
"Five One," Dawn answered, exaggerating by at least 3/4 of an inch. She usually
said she was five feet, but now she wanted to be a little taller. "Why am I
here?"
"Now I strongly suspect you know the answer to that," the blonde said in reply.
"Don't you know why you are here?"
"No," Dawn lied. "I was just walking out to meet someone and these goons
grabbed me. Why am I here?"
""Dawn, Dawn," the blonde answered as she sat in any easy chair over to one
side. The blonde crossed her legs and her short dress practically disappeared,
exposing her long, shapely legs. "Bring her over here," the blonde ordered one
of the big men.
The man grabbed the heavy chair with both hands and picked the chair and Dawn up
like it was no weight at all and carried her over in front of the blonde and set
the chair down, four feet in front of her.
"Did you search her?" the blonde asked.
"No, not really," the big man answered.
"What if she is wearing a wire?" the blonde said disgustedly. "Do it."
The big man pushed Dawn's head forward and unzipped her dress down the back. He
examined her back, and pulled the dress off her shoulders. The blonde watched
with a slight smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye that made Dawn feel
even more uncomfortable than the situation already made her feel. The man
pulled her head back by the hair with one hand and the other hand ran down the
front of her dress. With a flick of his fingers he unhooked the front-closing
bra she had on and pulled it up releasing her breasts and then pulled it over
her head and let it fall down her back. His hand explored her front totally,
each breast, her stomach and sides, her abdomen down to her panties.
"Ray," he ordered. "Get the bottom."
With that the other big man moved quickly around the chair and pushed her legs
apart with his own legs as he pulled a switch blade knife out of his pocket. He
knelt between her legs and with one hand pulled her panties out from her body
and with two flashing swipes of his blade the panties came free with a slight
jerk and he dropped them on the floor. She was not wearing hose and he moved
his hands over her legs and to her crotch. He started to insert a finger inside
her.
"What do you think I am hiding in there?" Dawn complained as she involuntarily
tried to turn her body away and protect herself from examination and violation.
"We will not know until we check, will we," the blonde answered.
The man pulled her back around and inserted his huge middle finger into her
vagina and began probing around. Dawn tried her best to relax so the
examination would not be painful. Her body infuriated her when it responded on
its own and quickly lubricated itself and Ray's finger in the process. He gave
a slight grunt to acknowledge her body's reaction to the search, as if filing it
away for future use and at the same time enjoying it. He moved his other hand
under her left ass cheek and lifted her off the bottom of the chair then pulled
his finger out of her vagina and moved it back to her anus.
"Oh, no," Dawn said softly.
"I have to be sure you are not hiding anything," Ray said gently.
He inserted his finger and probed her anus deeply. Then he removed his finger
and lowered her back onto the chair.
"Are you sure I am not hiding anything now?" Dawn asked him.
"Pretty sure," he answered as he stood up and walked around behind her.
Dawn sat the chair in front of the blonde and pulled her knees together
defensively. Her dress was totally unzipped down the back and pulled off her
shoulders. These men had probed every part of her body and the woman in front
of her had watched the entire episode with more than interest.
"In a few minutes," the blonde said casually. "A man by the name of Felix is
going to come through that door and he is going to ask you some questions. He
will not accept any answer but the truth. You will not be able to keep the
truth from him. Why don't you save yourself some trouble and tell me what we
both know I want to know and you know to tell me?"
"Are you sure you don't want to watch?" Dawn asked the blonde.
"Actually I do want to watch," the blonde answered. "I have watched him work on
several women before. He is good, very good. And you know what?"
"No," Dawn answered hatefully. "What?"
"When he gets through with you," the blonde put her fore finger in her mouth
seductively. "You will be in pretty good shape. You will not think so, but
with a day or two rest, no one would be able to tell what you had been put
through."
"Am I supposed to take comfort in that?" Dawn tried to keep the fear out of her
voice.
"I would if I were you," the blonde said.
"How much are you going to enjoy this?" Dawn asked.
"Quite a bit, I imagine," she answered. "But we can all save a lot of wear and
tear on your body if you just tell me now. Then I can find other ways to enjoy
you that you will enjoy a lot more."
"I doubt that!' Dawn exclaimed.
"Oh," the Blonde said sexily. "You can say that, but first of all, I know you
would prefer anything I want to do to you to any one of the things Felix will do
to you, just as a matter of pain preference. Secondly, I suspect you have
fantasized about another woman before and I believe you even fantasized about me
when you watched me walk over to you and when I sat down here."
Dawn felt herself blush like crazy and she could feel the heat of embarrassment
fill her body. She looked away to try to hide her feelings, but she knew that
once more her body had abandoned her and completely surrendered her secrets,
just as it had when Ray probed her womanhood.
"You are not going to tell me are you?" the blonde asked.
"No," Dawn answered simply.
"Alex, Ray," the blonde ordered. "Put her on the lift."
Dawn heard one of the big men walk away behind her while the other one unlocked
the handcuffs behind her back and pulled her up to a standing position, holding
both wrists in one giant hand, both her arms twisted up behind her back almost
to her shoulder blades. The blonde stood up and stood in front of Dawn.
"Here, honey," she said gently as she reached down and pulled the dress up.
"Lets make sure you have something to wear if you do get a chance to walk out of
here."
With that she pulled the dress over her head Alex released her wrists so that
she could put her hands over her head to allow the dress to be pulled off. Dawn
stood between the two of them with nothing on except her shoes, the heels only
two inches high. The blonde was at least eight inches taller than Dawn plus the
two inches of extra heel height made her tower over ten inches over Dawn. Alex
was at least twelve inches taller in his street shoes. She realized how
children must feel as she was dwarfed by these people.
The Blonde folded the dress and examined Dawn's body. Dawn had every reason to
be proud of her body. Her daily exercise regimen negated the fact that she had
two children and was forty years old. As soon as the air had hit Dawn's nipples
they had gone fully erect. The Blonde laid the carefully folded dress on one of
the easy chairs with her bra and the now useless panties. Then she stepped back
over to Dawn and took Dawn's nipples in her hands, kneading them gently. Dawn
let out a low gasp.
"They really are magnificent," the Blonde remarked. "I am really glad to
finally see what everyone has been talking about."
"What are you talking about?" Dawn asked in puzzlement. "What do you mean
'everyone has been talking about?"
"Oh, I forgot," the Blonde said as she rushed back to her desk. Rummaging
through a drawer she pulled out a small tape recorder and after going through
several tapes she pulled one out and put it into the recorder. She walked back
to Dawn as the tape fast-forwarded.
She pushed the play button and they heard Dawn's voice on the tape "...used to
milk". The Blonde hit the rewind for another second then play again. "...my
second child was born my first husband became fascinated with my breast milk.
He used to milk my breasts every morning and every afternoon and then at night
before we went to bed. I was exercising and taking vitamins and supplements, so
I was making milk furiously. My breasts were enormous. He bought an electric
milk pump..."
Dawn listened in astonishment to the conversation she had had with Michael weeks
before, probably in Atlanta. The tape clarity was excellent; she wondered where
they had the bug. No it had to be bugs, they bust have had bugs in every room.
Alex held her by her upper arms and pulled her several steps away as Ray rode a
pallet jack into the reception area. It was a machine used to pick up pallets
and put them into racks high overhead as well as to move them around a warehouse
or to load and unload them from trucks. It was not a forklift, since instead of
a seat the operator stood on the rear of the machine and rode it in a standing
position. The pallet jack used two large steel arms with small wheels on either
side in the front to stabilize the machine while the forks lifted between those
arms. Ray put a wide board with clips that held it in place across the two
arms. A length of chain with a wide leather cuff was bolted to the board on
each side. Ray pulled the forks out of their slots and replaced them with a
wide steel bar that had inserts that fit into the slots. The wide bar also had
lengths of chain with leather cuffs; these were bolted to sleeves on either side
of the bar that looked like they could be adjusted for width. Ray pulled one of
the levers on the control panel and the bar hydraulically raised on the
uprights.
Alex picked Dawn up and placed her on the board, facing forward. He and Ray
pulled her legs apart just at the verge of being uncomfortable and buckled the
leather cuffs to each of her ankles. Then they pulled her wrists over her head
and buckled the cuffs. As they stepped back, Dawn was standing on the board,
spread-eagled, naked except for her shoes and earrings, totally exposed, and
with very little room to move her arms or legs.
Dawn walked back over with a drink in her hand. She used a finger to swirl the
ice cubes.
"Ray," the Blonde ordered. "Get something and let's measure those nips of hers,
I would like to see what they really measure."
"Sure," Ray answered as he walked over to the tool area. "I would like to know,
too."
"Alex," the Blonde said. "Why don't we warm her up a little bit. You want to
show her what you cabelleros are famous for?"
"Sure," Alex said with a slight smile. Alex walked over to one of the lockers.
"Are you starting to worry a little bit?" the Blonde asked Dawn. "How do you
feel?"
"Yes," Dawn answered. The men could not hear their lowered voices. "I am
worried and I feel absolutely helpless. Won't you do anything for me?"
"If you tell me how to find The Mechanic," the Blonde said in a low voice as she
traced the under part of Dawn's breasts.
"I do not know where he is," Dawn answered.
"You are clever," the Blonde answered as she lifted the weight of the slightly
sagging breasts, and hefted them in her hands. "I did not ask you where he is,
I asked you how to find him. You know that."
"I cannot tell you that," Dawn answered.
"Oh, you can," the Blonde answered. "And you undoubtedly will. You will not be
able to keep from telling us."
Ray came back with a dial caliper; a stainless steel machinist measuring device
with finely ground steel fingers. He took Dawn's left nipple in one hand and
started to put the caliper on it.
"Wait," the Blonde said. She took an ice cube out of her drink and expertly ran
it over Dawn's nipple until the nipple was fully distended and a dark purple in
color. "Now measure it."
Ray put the caliper on and adjusted the fingers down to grasp the nipple at its
base. "Point Six Four Four," he read off the dial. Dawn leaned her head down
to watch the actions being taken on her body, helpless to do anything about it.
"Over five eighths of an inch," Alex said approvingly as he walked back into the
group, a coiled bullwhip in his hand.
Ray used the calipers to measure the length. "One point One One Zero."
"Over an inch long," the Blonde said. "Now measure the diameter of the
aureoles."
Ray adjusted the fingers to measure the full diameter of the darkness of the
small woman's aureoles. "One point six three one."
"Hmmmn, Nice size," the Blonde said. "But the nipples themselves are huge,
especially on such a small woman. But then they have been through a lot."
"How long did her second husband keep milking her?" Ray asked.
"How long was it, Dawn?" the Blonde asked. Dawn was silent, a determined look
on her face.
The Blonde grabbed Dawn's nipples with her thumbs and fingers and pinched and
twisted them cruelly. Dawn gritted her teeth and only after nearly a full
minute of having her nipples cruelly twisted and brutalized did a low moan begin
to escape her lips. The Blonde did not let up but got a fresh grip and renewed
her attack on the helpless girl's nipples. "Bring me some pliers," she ordered
the men. Ray quickly offered a pair of pliers with rubber covered handles. The
Blonde released Dawn's nipples and took the pliers, but she quickly place the
left nipple in the pliers and was squeezing and twisting it cruelly, the end
sticking out of the pliers quickly turning dark purple and swelling up on the
end like it would explode.
Dawn's low groan got louder and higher and just before it turned to a scream she
yelled out, "Two years, he kept it up for two years."
The Blonde reduced the pressure on the pliers but did not remove them. "What,
what did he do for two years?"
"Milking me," Dawn said breathing heavily. "You know that from the tape, damn
it."
"How much milk did he get?" the Blonde said, squeezing harder until Dawn
answered.
"It increased," Dawn said as she writhed in her constraints. "It went from a
quart a day at first to over two quarts a day." The Blonde squeezed a moment
and Dawn added, "One day he went for a record and in four sessions he got almost
one gallon."
When the Blonde released the pressure on the pliers enough Dawn twisted her body
quickly and pulled her nipple free. The sudden freedom relieved the pressure
and pain temporarily, and even though Dawn knew she could not go anywhere, the
momentary relief and the rebellion, no matter how slight, felt good.
"Tighten her up," the Blonde ordered. Ray held the lever back on the control
panel of the lift truck. With a hydraulic swoosh and hum the bar on which her
wrists were attached raised, pulling her arms relentlessly and easily all the
way up until her arms were fully extended. She felt her weight being transferred
from her legs to her wrists, and then felt her body being stretched. She let
out a yell of anxiety and fear and Ray stopped the machine.
There was a sharp strain on her shoulders and hip joints as she was totally
stretched. She wondered if Ray had not stopped the machine what would have
happened to her. Dawn grabbed the chains attached to her wrist cuffs and tried
to pull some slack, but there was no slack to pull. She pointed her toes,
trying to touch the board and take some of the weight off her arms, but she
could not reach the board. She bent her head forward to look down and then up,
examining her plight. She was totally helpless.
The Blonde and Ray walked over to easy chairs and sat down, watching Dawn and
Alex. Alex took several steps to the side and in front of Dawn and uncoiled the
bullwhip on the floor between them. With a flick of his wrist the whip
straightened out on the floor in front of Dawn. With a sweeping motion of his
straight right arm, Alex brought the whip to life and it swept back behind him
and then arced the black leather whip through the air toward Dawn's stretched
nude body. With a cruel crack the whip wrapped itself around Dawn slightly
below her breasts, right at the bottom of her rib cage. Dawn had the strangest
sensation of her life as the braided leather whip circled her body and slapped
her flesh. The surprise of the lash caused her to scream loudly. There was
pain, to be sure, but a sudden flush of warmth swept through her entire body,
starting at her ribs where the lash landed and spreading out in all directions
like a Tsunami wave of heated blood, surging out her limbs, filling her abdomen.
With a flick of his wrist, Alex caused the whip to release its hold on Dawn's
tiny body and fall to the floor in front of her. Again her arched the whip back
behind him like a fly fisherman making a cast, and again she saw the wide
curving arc as the whip headed for her again. She arched her back, using her
arms and legs to arch herself and meet the whip normally used for recalcitrant
cattle, to meet it at the point of impact, to make herself a party to the
activity rather than just a helpless participant. This time the lash landed on
her left breast, just slightly below the nipple, circled her body and landing on
her right breast as well, making a loud snapping sound as the braided leather
came in contact with her soft skin.
This time the effect on Dawn was truly electric as the tidal wave of heat swept
out from her breasts and pulsed through her body. The heat seemed to
concentrate on her loins and her breasts and she was amazed to find that the
pain was actually enjoyable. She looked at the Blonde and Ray in the easy
chairs, watching her in rapt silence. This time she gave a moan rather than a
scream. The third lash landed across her breasts as well, this time exactly on
her big left nipple, the one the Blonde had worked over the most with the
pliers. The sensation was painful, but the pain was enjoyable to Dawn, and the
moan she released through her lips revealed that fact to all three of her
audience.
"I think you have a true fan," Ray said in amazement.
"Yes," the Blonde said with satisfaction. "Lets all get in on this act. Switch
to belts."
Ray and the Blonde both got up and walked toward Dawn. Alex walked to his
locker and returned with three leather belts. Each of the three took a belt and
positioned themselves around Dawn. The Blonde reached between Dawn's legs and
felt her pussy which was so wet it threatened to drip. "My, my, she does seem
to be getting into this."
"If you can give me a little slack," Dawn asked.
At a nod from the Blonde, Ray pulled the lever and the bar slid down until Dawn
was once more supporting her own weight on her feet and her arms were no longer
stretched. He lowered it a little more and Dawn's arms were pretty relaxed,
although still held slightly above her head. Alex loosened the chains on her
ankles so that her legs were not spread quite so much.
"Well," the Blonde said approvingly. "Do you think you are ready?"
"Let's do it," Dawn said.
Alex positioned himself to Dawn's right, belt in his right hand. Ray was to
Dawn's left, belt in his left hand. The Blonde was directly in front of Dawn,
belt in her right hand. Alex struck first, the belt landing under Dawn's left
breast and circling her back to the right rib cage. Ray followed as soon as
Alex's belt had been recovered, his belt striking Dawn's right breast and
circling her back to end at her left armpit. Dawn groaned with each slap of the
leather. After the second belt was directed at her breast, she grabbed the
chains holding her wrist cuffs as high as she could with her hands and pulled
her arms up and out of the way, offering her breasts totally to the onslaught.
The Blonde let her belt go across Dawn's buttocks, but since she was standing in
front it was not an effective lash. The men began to whip rapidly, one after
the other from her breasts down her fib cage to her abdomen. After half a dozen
lashes from each man her body was covered with a series of red welts. The men
stopped and the Blonde gave an underhand stroke bringing the belt up between
Dawn's legs, slightly off center so that most of it landed on her right inner
thigh. Dawn relaxed her handholds on the chains and lowered her arms so that
she could open her legs wider. She spread her feet slightly, but mostly she
opened her thighs by bending outward at the knees, exposing her crotch to the
Blonde's onslaught. The blonde started a steady stream of underhand strokes
with the belt, trying to direct each one directly into the center of Dawn's
womanhood. Dawn lowered herself even more, spreading her thighs even more, and
by the third belt slap the sound was definitely like leather hitting something
wet. Dawn groaned with each slap of the leather, but the end of each groan
contained a tone that said it was not altogether a bad thing. After six strokes
in succession landed squarely on her womanhood, Dawn's legs failed and her
weight collapsed on her arms and her head fell forward so that her chin rested
on her chest.
The Blonde tossed her belt on a chair and walked back to an easy chair. She
nodded and the men took Dawn down from the lift truck by unbuckling the cuffs.
They carried her over to the sofa and after cuffing her wrist with the chrome
handcuffs she had on originally. They allowed her to collapse on the sofa across
from the Blonde.
