Chapter 23

The van pulled all the way up to the broken down entrance to the building. The afternoon heat was in the high eighties, the humid damp air making the approaching evening feel sticky and sensuous. The two girls blinked a little as the back doors opened the large shape of the Boss blocking most of the smog thick daylight.

"Where are we?" Stacey asked in a nervous voice.

"You don't need to know." He responded pulling at Debbie's arm helping her out. "All you need to remember is do what you're told and you'll be home before dusk."

Debbie wrestled a little her eyes glaring with hatred. The Boss pushed her through the door the Mask bringing Stacey behind." You think you're so special don't ya?" The Black man growled. He was tired of Debbie's cocky attitude. "Even after our last little get together you still think nothings you're fault. Well honey you didn't have to come back did ya?" Debbie shook her head. "You made me!" She shrieked indignantly looking back at Stacey for some type of support." Yeah sure, sure," he mocked guiding her through the dark echoing corridors. "Never thought of calling the cops, eh? No that would be so embarrassing for you, wouldn't it? And well you'd never want anyone to think you were as fallible as every fucker else, would you?

The group arrived in at their final destination. It was a large room with no windows just a large half smashed glass roof. It was a toilet block of some type with dusty white tiled walls and floor. There were toilets, cubicles, a row shower heads, and appeared to be a part of some run down gym or public baths. Other side-rooms ran off from this one but they were hidden in shadow. Around the ceramic hall were other items that had obviously been brought here earlier by the two crazy men.

Debbie thought the scene reminded her of that awful cellar where she had been taken the first time. Stacey began to pant and shake a little the familiar surroundings the first time somehow helping to deaden the fear; this time the seediness of her predicament having a greater effect. There was a metal single bed, an iron bath tub, ropes and pulleys and some equipment her innocent head couldn't suss at present. "Ohhhh," she cooed in fright.

The men decided not to waste any longer. Sat on top of one urinal was the egg timer. The Mask turned it for the correct length of time as the Boss began to unfasten the girl's clothes.

One hour left.

The men untied and undressed the women as they both stood there knees shaking, their expressions one of worry and humiliation. Eventually both stood almost naked. Stacey had only her sling back sandals on, her long calves looking shapely, her pear shaped waist with a tiny almost shaven blonde pussy. She stood covering her small breast her neck freckled the tied back hair giving her face a harder bony look. Debbie had been stripped to her heeled knee boots; thighs firm her own figure still slim but with more curves. She didn't try to cover her tits, the globes pointing forward, natural but silicone in their firmness. They'd untied her hair and the long brunette mane hung almost down to the base of her back. Her red lips fixed in an arrogant pout.