## She's Not Good Enough (Chapter 2 Added)

Post by jennybond » Sat Oct 13, 2012 5:22 am

It was Friday evening and sixteen year old Debbie Lowe, was getting ready to go down to the arcade and meet up with some friends from school. Her latest boyfriend a new good looking lad in her class called Mark Swift had gone away for the weekend on a fishing trip with his father and brother leaving Debbie at a loose end she didn’t know what to do with herself until she remembered her old friends who hang about in the arcade, she hadn’t seen much of them out of school since she’d been dating Mark. Blonde haired Debbie has a reputation for being a wild child and a flirt, this reputation has earned her the nickname Dirty Debbie among her classmates. She even boasts to dating over half the boys in her year and to losing her virginity at the age of fourteen.
After showering Debbie did her make-up and changed into her shortest tightest black leather skirt, and white t shirt, she also put on black tights and knee length black leather boots; over her t shirt she wore a black leather jacket. She was about to leave for the arcade when her mobile phone rang.
“Debra it’s Anne Swift here Marks mother.” A posh voice on the other end of the phone said.
“Bloody hell. What does she want?” Debbie thought to herself.
“Hello Mrs Swift is everything alright?” She asked.
“Seeing as we are both alone this evening, I was wondering if you’d like to come round for a couple of hours we could have a little chat and get to know each other better, I’ll open a bottle of Mark’s fathers finest wine and make us some munchies. What do you say?”
Debbie paused for a moment she really wanted to go down to the arcade, but she knew that Mark would like her to get to know his mum better.
“Alright Mrs Swift I’ll be over shortly.”
“Please dear call me Anne. Get yourself a taxi I’ll pay the driver when you get here.”
“Ok Anne I will. Thank you, see you soon.”
After phoning for a taxi Debbie checked her appearance in the mirror and brushed her shoulder length bleached blonde hair one more time, she wondered whether or not to take her nose piercing, and a couple of her many earrings out, but decided to keep them in if Marks mother doesn’t like them then tough. It wasn't long before her taxi arrived and she was on her way across town to Marks house. They arrived at a large detached in its own grounds; it was the first time Debbie had been to Marks house she was surprised by the size of it.
“They must be loaded.” She thought to herself, before asking the taxi driver to wait.
Anne Swift a tall slim attractive forty something year old with long black hair was waiting at the door for her and gave Debbie a twenty pound note to pay the driver with.
“Tell him to keep the change.” Anne told her.
But there was over ten pounds change Debbie wasn’t letting him have all that she took the change off the driver and gave him a small tip keeping the rest for herself.
“Welcome Debra it’s nice to meet you at last I’ve heard so much about you from Mark come on inside.” Anne said when Debbie returned from paying the driver.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Anne please my friends call me Debbie only my mum calls me Debra when I’m in trouble. I’m not in trouble am I?” Debbie said with a nervous laugh.
“Of course you’re not in trouble, but I prefer Debra it’s far more civil don’t you think?”
“Whatever” Debbie replied not having a clue what the woman was on about.
Anne took Debbie into the lounge where the coffee table was laid out with all kinds of snacks and sandwiches.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” Anne asked.
“Yes please.”
“Red or White?”
“Whatever you are having I don’t mind.” Debbie replied not having a clue about wine she’d much prefer a can of cider or lager.
“Take your jacket off and sit down while I get the wine from fridge.” Anne told her.
Debbie did as she was told and then made herself comfy on the large leather sofa, while Anne went into the kitchen and returned with two large glasses of red wine.
The two of them chatted for a while before Anne said.
“Are you alright dear? You don't look well”
“I don’t know, I feel really strange.” Debbie replied.
“That will be the drug I put in your drink beginning to take effect.” Anne coolly replied.
“DRUG! WHAT DRUG?” Debbie cried.
“Relax dear its totally harmless, in a few moments your whole body will become limp and then paralyzed it won’t last for long.”
“What? You’re mad.” Debbie cried getting to her feet and trying to run to the door, but she only managed a few paces before her legs turned to Jelly and she fell to the floor.
“Crazy bitch. What have you given me?”
“Relax my dear it’s just a little something a knocked up in laboratory where I work. Like I said it’s totally harmless and will only last a few minutes just enough time for me to tie you up.”
“Tie me up why?”
“So you can't get away of course.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Anne replied as she left the room.
While she was gone the terrified girl tried to stand up but she couldn’t move a muscle in body she was totally paralyzed just like Anne said she would be.
“HELP HELP SHE’S GOING TO KILL ME. SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE.” She cried out.
Anne returned carrying a number of coils of rope and what looked like silk scarves and roll of black tape.
“No one can hear you my dear, the nearest house is at least half a mile away so save your breath.”
Anne rolled Debbie on to her tummy and pulled her hands behind her back
“Why are you doing this to me?” Debbie sobbed.
“Because my dear you are a little slut and not good enough for my son we may new around here but I know all about you. What is they call you Dirty Debbie?” Anne said as she began to bind Debbie’s wrists together.
“Please Anne give me a chance, I’ve changed you’ll see, please.” Debbie begged.
“You don’t look like you’ve changed to me; you even come around here tonight looking like a cheap hooker,with your bleached hair with your trashy make-up on, dressed in your boots and tiny leather skirt. What on earth does my son see in you?” Anne barked as she switched her attention to Debbie’s elbows binding them so tightly together so they touched.
“Please Anne I will change I promise.”
“A leopard never chances it’s spots dear.” Anne snapped.
“I heard enough of your crap.” Anne said taking one of the scarves and scrunching up into a tight ball.
“Open your mouth nice and wide.”
Debbie knew she was in no position to refuse and did as she was told allowing Anne to stuff the scarf in her mouth. Anne then folded another scarf into a band and tied it between Debbie’s teeth knotting it behind her head. A third scarf was folded into a square pad and held over Debbie’s gagged mouth, Anne then wrapped tape over this and tightly around Debbie’s head a number of times covering all of her lower face.
Debbie moaned into her gag as Anne roughly picked her up and sat her on the sofa, and then set about binding her ankles and knees together. As she was doing this Debbie began to feel pins and needles in her whole body as the effects of the paralyzing drug began to where off, but by the time she’d got her full feelings back she was well and truly tied up, as Anne finished off by wrapping rope around her upper body over the tops of her arms and above and below her rather large breasts.
“You are probably wondering what is going to happen to you now, so let me explain. Before you arrived here tonight I called a company called Slavemart who specialize in making nuisance girls disappear and never to be seen again. They ship the girls overseas where they work as slave girls for their new very rich owners. I’m sure my son will be upset when he hears about your disappearance but it’s for his own good, he’ll soon get over a little tramp like you and find himself a really nice girlfriend.”
Debbie screamed into gag and thrashed about on the sofa hearing this, but Anne just laughed.
“I’ll go and call Slavemart again and find where they are.” Anne said leaving the room
Debbie spotted some glass patio doors on the opposite wall maybe she could hop over and open them she thought. She struggled to her feet and began hopping across the room to them it was hard going, but she was determined to make it, she was so nearly there when she heard a voice that sent shivers down her spine.
“And just where do you think you’re going?”
She looked round to see Anne standing with her hands on her hips in the doorway.
Debbie tried to jump even faster towards the doors but this only made her fall over. Anne stood over her and laughed as she thrashed about on the floor trying to get back to her feet.
“I guess I’m going to have to tie you up a little more securely.” Anne said taking hold of Debbie’s arms and dragging her back across the polished wood floor. Anne laid Debbie on the floor in front of the sofa and tied a cruel tight hogtie on the sobbing girl.
Just then the telephone rang and Anne answered it.
“Hello Mrs Lowe.”
Debbie began to scream into her gag hearing this, but Anne knelt down and clasped her hand tightly over the girl’s gagged mouth.
“I’m sorry Debra didn’t arrive here tonight, I was so looking forward to meeting her too. You know what these young girls are like she probably met up with some friends on her way over here and went down the arcades or something. We'd have done the same at her age wouldn't we? Please call me the moment she arrives home won’t you. You have me worried now. Good Bye Mrs Lowe.
Debbie sobbed and screamed as Anne ended the call.
Anne looked at Debbie and smiled
"Poor thing I bet you've never been tied up before have you?"
Debbie shook her head.
"Not even by one of your many boyfriends? No? Well you'd better start getting used to it my dear, who knows one day you may even grow to like it." Anne laughed.
A few minutes later the doorbell rang
“That will be the Slavemart girls now.”
Last edited by jennybond on Thu Oct 18, 2012 10:18 pm, edited 3 times in total.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

### Re: She's Not Good Enough

Post by Tieup1 » Sat Oct 13, 2012 8:19 am

Very, very nice, really enjoyed the story.

### Re: She's Not Good Enough

Post by jennybond » Sat Oct 13, 2012 8:26 am

> Tieup1 wrote:Very, very nice, really enjoyed the story.

Thank You
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

### Re: She's Not Good Enough

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Oct 13, 2012 9:52 am

Hallo jennybond,
the big jock would be if the boy search, after her disappearance, on Slavemart for a girl and find her there. One option would that mother accept her only as slave sex for boy or he uncover all.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: She's Not Good Enough

Post by jennybond » Sat Oct 13, 2012 10:39 am

> Plueschbabycd wrote:Hallo jennybond,
> the big jock would be if the boy search, after her disappearance, on Slavemart for a girl and find her there. One option would that mother accept her only as slave sex for boy or he uncover all.
> Andrew

Interesting idea Andrew maybe I could write a squeal along those lines
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### Re: She's Not Good Enough

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Oct 13, 2012 11:20 am

Hallo jennybond , miss a bit may favorite like blindfold, blanket or ear plugs
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: She's Not Good Enough

Post by Headmistress » Thu Oct 18, 2012 7:30 pm

Very good story as always, Jenny.
I enjoyed it. Perhaps Debbie could get rescued later on one day?

### Re: She's Not Good Enough

Post by jennybond » Thu Oct 18, 2012 10:03 pm

Thanks for your kind words everyone. I was going to end this story there and wriite a sequal, but I've changed my mind and decided to write a few more chapters of this one.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

### Re: She's Not Good Enough

Post by jennybond » Thu Oct 18, 2012 10:18 pm

Chapter 2
Debbie sat on the floor of a tiny cell at Slavemart HQ her hands were tied above her head and secured to metal ring attached to the wall, a big red ball gag was strapped in her mouth to silence her. The Slavemart girls had removed her clothes when they photographed her for their auction website leaving her wearing just her black bra and panties, all of her piercings had also been removed and a large number eight had been drawn on her tummy and upper arms with red lipstick when she was photographed. She had no idea how long she’d been in her windowless cell it could have been days or even weeks she’d lost all track of time. Every few hours two of the leather clad Slavemart girls would come into her cell one would stand by the door holding a riding crop in her hand, while the other knelt down next to Debbie, removed her gag and spoon fed her a bowl of porridge like food and allowed her a small drink of water, Debbie had been warned not to speak during feeding times or she’d feel the riding crop on her bottom. Once she’d been fed her gag was replaced and her hands were untied then she was allowed to use the crude toilet in her cell watched all the time by the two women. Once she had finished her hands were tied behind her back and she was led out onto the corridor and made to walk up and down a few times to stretch her legs while a cleaner went into her cell to empty the toilet. As she walked along the long corridor Debbie wondered who was being kept behind the doors of the other cells, she knew from the gagged moans and groans coming from behind the doors they were all occupied. Once she’d walked up and down the corridor a couple of times the women took her back into her cell and secured her to the ring on the wall again.
News of Debbie’s disappearance soon reached Mark when he returned from his fishing trip with his brother and father who no longer live with him and his mother since his parent’s divorce , and he knew exactly who to blame.
“You’ve done it again haven’t you?” He raged as he stormed into the kitchen where is mum was preparing dinner.
“Done what?” Anne replied.
“Sold another one of my girlfriends to those Slavemart people.”
Anne knew there was no point denying it.
“It was for your own good dear, you can do better than a little whore like her.”
“Mum I love Debbie and she loves me, get her back.”
“She’s not good enough for you dear; people will be laughing behind your back. Look there goes Mark Swift with Dirty Debbie.”
“Stop it stop it right now I won’t have you calling her that horrible name.”
“Why not everyone knows it’s true? Where are you going?” Anne cried as Mark left the room.
“To look at the Slavemart auction site.” Mark called back.
Anne followed Mark up to his room and watched him find Debbie’s page on his laptop.
“Jesus someone has already bid hundred thousand for her. Who in the right mind will pay that for that dirty little slut?” Anne laughed.
“You’re going to bid more.” Mark replied.
“I haven’t got that kind of money and if I had I wouldn’t spend it on her.”
“Don’t give me that mum she’s the forth one of girlfriends you’ve sold to them, what did they pay you? Buy her back or I’ll call the cops and tell them the reason why we moved here from Oxford when they started asking too many questions about the missing girls for your comfort.”
“You wouldn’t”
“Oh yes I would.” Mark said picking up his iPhone.
“Very well but she can’t ever return home, she’ll go straight to the cops. We’ll have to keep her locked up here all the time.”
“That’s fine by me, just get her out of that place” Mark replied.
At Slavemart HQ the owner a woman who calls herself Fraulein Boucher phoned the two operatives in charge of Debbie and the other girls in her row.
“Bring number eight to my office I have decided to accept an offer for her.” She said in a strong foreign accent.
Debbie was shocked when the door of cell opened as she had only just been fed.
“It’s your lucky day bitch, you’re leaving us.” One of the leather clad women said as she untied Debbie’s hands from the ring on the wall and pulled her to her feet before retying her hands tightly behind her back.
The frightened girl was lead down the long corridor where once again the gagged moans of the other girls in their cells could be heard, and up a flight of stairs at the end of the corridor to an office with Fraulein Boucher engraved on a gold plaque on the door. One of the women knocked on the door.
“Enter.” A voice from inside called out.
Debbie was shocked to see a little grey haired spectacle wearing old lady sitting behind a large wooden desk; Fraulein Boucher looked nothing like beautiful domineering woman she imagined her to be.
“Well number eight it looks like you won’t be joining the other girls who will be leaving tomorrow to work in one of the Evil Dragon Lady’s brothels in Bangkok after all; someone has outbid her and I’ve decided to accept their offer for you on the auction site.” Fraulein Boucher explained.
Even though she didn’t know where she was going Debbie breathed a huge sigh of relief anywhere had to be better than the Evil Dragon Lady’s brothel.
“Prepare this girl for transport.” Fraulein Boucher told the two operatives.
“Are we to prepare her for an overseas trip Fraulein?” One of the women asked.
“No no my dear, that will not be necessary.” Fraulein Boucher replied much to Debbie’s relief.
Debbie was taken back to the corridor where the holding cells were and taken into a large room at the end. What she saw in there frightened her; there were straightjackets of various sizes hung up on a rail, on the walls around the room hung various types of gags, chains, ropes, masks, hoods and numerous other restraints, but most frightening of all stacked up in the corners of the room were wooden boxes which looked a little like coffins, she guessed the girls were locked in these when they are transported. One of the women wasted no time in yanking Debbie’s panties down, and telling her to step out of them, while the other rummaged through a cupboard close by. Debbie was shocked to see the woman return carrying what looked like an adult disposable diaper and a pair of pink plastic panties. She began to struggle as the woman tried to fit the diaper on her this only earned her a couple of hard slaps on her bare bottom and a stern warning.
“Keep still you little bitch unless you want to feel the crop on your cute little ass.”
Debbie did as she was told and felt her face begin to blush with embarrassment as the diaper and plastic panties were fitted on her. One of the women then began to untie her arms while the other chose a black leather straight jacket from the rail.
“This one should be nice and snug.” She said holding the jacket up to Debbie’s trembling body.
Debbie’s arms were forced into the sealed sleeves, and the buckles up the back of the jacket were fastened up as tight as possible, Debbie’s arms were then crossed over her chest and the buckles at the end of the sleeves secured to the shoulders of the jacket, finally Debbie was glad of the extra padded protection the diaper gave her as a strap that was dangling down at the front of the jacket was pulled up sharply between her legs and secured to a buckle on the back of the jacket as tight as possible. One of the women they removed the ball gag from Debbie’s mouth.
“Where am I being taken?” Debbie nervously asked.
“We’re not privileged to that information.” One of the women replied.
“And if we were we wouldn’t tell you?” The other one continued.
“Are you going to put me in one of those boxes?” Debbie sobbed.
“No honey they are reserved for girls that are going overseas.” One of the women replied.
“No more chat let’s get back to business.” The other woman said taking a black leather hood from off the wall.
One of the women held Debbie’s head still while the other put the tight fitting hood on her and tightly tied up the laces which ran up the back of the hood. The hood completely covered Debbie’s head apart from cut outs for her eyes, nose and mouth.
“From what we’ve been told about you I think you’ll enjoy what we have for you next.” One of the women said taking hold of an inflatable penis gag.
The foul tasting black inflatable rubber penis part of the gag was forced into Debbie’s mouth, and tightly buckled behind her head; one of the women then attached a small pump to an adaptor on the leather panel which covered Debbie’s mouth and began to pump, Debbie squealed and shook her head as the penis began to inflate, she thought the ball gag was bad enough but this was far worse as it inflated as filled her mouth.
“Enjoy.” The woman said once she was satisfied the gag was inflated fully and she had removed the pump.
Debbie even thought about trying to burst the rubber penis with her teeth but it was far too hard for that.
The women then took Debbie back to her cell, but not before one picked up some thin leather straps. Once they were back in the cell Debbie was seated on the floor next to the metal ring on the wall, one of the women secured one of the straps at the back of Debbie’s straight jacket to the ring with a length of rope while the other bound her ankles, knees and thighs together with the leather straps she’d brought with her.
“Very shortly someone will come and collect you for transport until then you’ll remain here.” One of the women said.
“Not like she has much choice.” The other woman laughed.
Debbie watched as the two women left her alone. She seemed to be waiting for hours, all the time while she waited she couldn’t help thinking and worrying about where she was going, and what was going to happen to her, what would her new owner be like, how would she be treated, and will she ever get free.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

### Re: She's Not Good Enough (Chapter 2 Added)

Post by jennybond » Mon Oct 29, 2012 1:08 am

I did complete this story but it got lost when the board went down Sorry i've deleted it off my pc now so i can't repost it
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### Re: She's Not Good Enough (Chapter 2 Added)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Oct 29, 2012 3:45 am

Than you can give story new twist. I do n´t know how much remember from the lost parts. Byway I keep may story all at least the new one. But so parts I have packed on a memory stick.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show