Chapter 2: The Ride to Prison

Courtney gasped as they opened up the door of the van. All along the walls of the van were straps hanging down from the ceiling. In the center was a table about 3 feet high attached to the floor. Straps were placed on all four-corners. She could see whips tossed in the corner.

"Please, don't hurt me," she sobbed as the guards pushed her inside.

"This is going to be a long ride, so I think we should get acquainted with you," his eyes lusting at this young beauty. "If you want to survive, you better cooperate, many people have got into this van alive, but arrived dead at headquarters."

"Strap her up high, so we can see what we have here. Her clothes cover too much of her body, I think underneath all of that is a great body."

Courtney was pushed against the wall. She felt her arms pulled toward the ceiling and straps placed tightly around her wrists. "AAAAHHHH," she groaned as she was forced on her toes.

"Spread her legs wide, I don't want her kicking anyone."

Two guards each grabbed a leg and forced them out to the side. Her wrists now supported her weight, with the straps cutting into them. "OOOOWWW," Courtney groaned as her legs were pulled unnaturally apart. They were now spread over 4 feet wide and the guards began to attach straps to her ankles and tie them to a clamp on the wall. They were raised at least a foot off the floor of the van.

Courtney feared what the guards intended to do to her. She was helpless and spread and no one knew where she was. Her Father had tried to save her, and instead doomed her to be abused by these five cruel guards.

Michael, the leader approached Courtney and stood in front of her staring at her pained expression. Courtney's eyes widen in fear as he took a rope and tied it around her neck and knotted it. Courtney could feel it tighten.

"This is what will happen if you do not cooperate," and he pulled the rope tighter, cutting off Courtney's air supply.

"GGGGASSSSPPP, AAAAHHHH," Courtney's body began to jerk, attempting to escape the asphyxiation. She shuddered as she began to lose consciousness.

Courtney sucked in a large breath of air, as the noose was loosened. "No, more," she cried in pain, her lungs sucking in air.

"Just to make sure you remember this lesson," and the rope was again tightened, cutting off the air supply to Courtney. She could feel his hand move over her breast as he tightened the rope, but the most important thing for Courtney was a breath of air. Her body began to spasm from lack of air. Courtney could feel the van begin to darken.

Again, the noose was loosened and Courtney gasped as her lungs tried to fill with air. Michael kept the noose around her neck and tied it to one of the clamps on the wall. This forced Courtney to keep her head up high, stretching toward the ceiling. She again realized that his hand was on her breast and becoming more insistent.

"You have a great set of tits, you don't mind if I have a feel, do you?" His hand continued to fondle her breast. Even though she was only sixteen, she had large breasts. Her Father had told her that she resembled her Mother.

"I asked you a question, Bitch" and he tightened the rope again.

Courtney managed to get out "No" before her air was caught off again. She gasped as he continued to block her air supply.

Courtney was again allowed to breathe. "You better get good at cooperating or else I am not going to release the rope again. We will fuck you dead or alive, it doesn't make much difference to us."

Both of Michael's hands returned to her breasts, grasping them in his large hands. He was able to completely encircle them in his grip. He tightened his grip, forcing her to moan as her breasts were cruelly groped. Courtney turned red in humiliation as he began to jiggle her breasts up and down, the other guards laughing.

"Ask me to take off your blouse?"

"Please, don't hurt me, take off my blouse, but don't choke me again," tears forming in her eyes at the pain and humiliation they were subjecting her to.

"That's a good cunt," his fingers starting at the top bottom and moving slowly, watching the humiliation on Courtney's face as she was stripped in front of the five guards. He reached the bottom button and pulled it out of her skirt. Her lacy bra was now revealed to all of the guards. She could feel her blouse torn from her body as the guard became impatient. His hands returned to her bra-encased breasts, again squeezing tightly. He could feel her nipples become hard from the rough treatment of her breasts.

"It looks like your nipples like the abuse," and he grasped her nipples through her bra, forcing a groan from Courtney as he pinched them cruelly.

"Take off her bra, I want to see them tits," one of the guards yelled.

"Beg me, Courtney" as Michael touched the rope.

"Please, show him my breasts, just don't tighten the rope again."

He pulled her bra from the center, pulling it from her body. Courtney could feel it begin to tear as it was cruelly pulled from her breasts. Snap, the band broke and her bra was pulled from her body, her breasts naked for all of the guards to see.

Courtney's nipples were large, and the aureole was a dark brown, capping her firm breasts. Hands reached out and again, her nipples, this time naked, were grasped firmly.

"OOOOWWW, that's too hard," pleaded Courtney, but she knew that they would continue. Her nipples were pulled from her body, twisted and pinched as Courtney was forced to accept the punishment. Another guard came over to her other side and began to abuse her other breast. "SSLLLLAAAAPPP', he had suddenly slapped her naked breasts, forcing it to bounce on her chest.

"Ask me to spank your tits, Cunt."

"Spank my breast please," begged Courtney.

Michael and the other guard began to forcefully slap her breasts, alternating so that first one breast would bounce up, than the other. Her breasts began to turn red from the force of the blows and her nipples began to ache from the pain. Their hands covered every inch of her breasts, forcing Courtney to moan in pain. Her breasts were pulled up by her nipples so that they could slap under them. Fingers began to flick out at her erect nipples, abusing the tender buds.

"OOOOWWW," yelled Courtney as Michael dug his fingernails deep into her nipple, blood running from the wound. Seeing Courtney's reaction, the other guard did the same. Soon, her nipples were red with blood from the cruel tearing of her flesh.

Michael's hand began to run up Courtney's legs, sliding higher under her skirt. Her spread legs allowed him access to her unprotected cunt. "You have very beautiful legs, Courtney" as his hand pushed higher, raising her skirt. The other guard began to run his hand up her other leg. Courtney turned red in humiliation as she was being gradually stripped naked in front of five strange men, while bound spread to the wall of the van. Michael reached the bottom of her panty-covered pussy and began to tease his fingers into the edge of her panties.