Prisoners of War (M/FFF)

Postby LordNelson » Thu Jun 12, 2014 10:50 am

When Brandi arrived at the store in the morning the first thing she did, after pouring a cup of coffee, was to check her email.

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She loved the idea. She had a passion for yard sales. She enjoyed sorting through people’s castoffs looking for that one purchase that would make her day. She opened the next email.

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She smiled as she read it. Dolph had a soft spot for her and it wasn’t surprising that he was giving her an edge over the others by providing inside information. It made her even more excited about Saturday.

Saturday morning she showered, dressed and had breakfast with her husband Jarrod. He was staying behind to run the store (actually he hates yard sales and was glad to let her go alone). She was happy with the arrangement. Before leaving she looked at herself in the mirror. Jeans and t-shirt, sneakers, no make-up and hair tied back. She was trying to look like someone on a modest budget; it would be easier to haggle. She took a second look and an idea occurred to her.

The visit to Bubba’s Bargains was for a specific time which hinted of a set-up. Dolph would probably have a crew with hidden cameras waiting for her. She went back to her closet. Twenty minutes later she was wearing a white sun dress with a plunging neckline that displayed her ample cleavage and a short hemline that showed plenty of leg. A pair of four inch wedge sole sandals was on her feet and her hair was down and perfectly styled with a hint of curl. A subtle dash of make-up and she was ready for anything Dolph might have planned.

She spent the morning cruising the city neighborhoods stopping at every yard and garage sale she encountered. At noon she stopped at McDonalds for a quick lunch and then set her GPS for Bubba’s Bargains. According to the estimated time of arrival on the SUV’s trip computer she would be there just on time.

The front yard was cluttered with make shift tables covered with hundreds odds and ends. The front porch of the house, which looked like it was about to collapse, was leaning at an alarming angle. Swaying gently in the breeze was an empty rocking chair. She pulled into the dirt driveway put the SUV into park, switched it off and honked the horn.

She was browsing antique plates and bowls at the first table when Bubba came out of the front door. She could tell just by the way he looked at her that he liked what he saw. A bit of charm and a flirty comment or two and maybe she could snag a discount price.

‘So you’re the lady from the TV show’ he said ‘don’t look at this crap, it’s for the poor people. The good stuff is in the backyard. I’m sure I can surprise you.’ He gestured with a sweep of his arm towards the driveway and said ‘Ladies first.’

The driveway went down the right side of the house and then continued on to a barn about 100 feet away. She looked around. Other than the ramshackle house it was a beautiful location. No neighbors, lots of trees and fields of flowers.

She turned the corner and before she could comment on the fact that the yard was empty a cloth was clamped over her face. Startled she inhaled deeply. The sweet smelling fumes filled her lings and she was unconscious in seconds.

When Brandi woke up her head was spinning. She kept her eyes closed for a few moments and took several long breaths. Then she assessed her predicament. She was tightly tied up. Her hands were behind her back and her elbows were painfully pulled back until they almost touched. A rope was tied around her chest and the back of the chair holding her in.

There was another rope above her knees and she assumed another on her ankles. She couldn’t see her ankles because he had tied a rope from them to the back of the chair and pulled her feet up off of the floor under the seat. She tested each of the ropes and they were quite tight. It would take hours to loosen them up if at all.

Something had been stuffed into her mouth. It felt like a large piece of tape was then put over her lips. Her husband had bound and gagged her several times in the bedroom but this time it didn’t feel like it was for fun. She tried to scream and knew that the result wouldn’t be heard by anyone outside of this room. She was well and truly captured.

She looked around and saw that she had been tied to a chair in the dining room. On the table sat a roll of rope, duct tape and some sweat socks; all the ingredients that had been used to bind and gag her.

She heard the sound of a car outside. She managed to turn her head enough to see out of the large window that looked over the backyard. She saw her SUV pass by and head for the barn. It entered and then Bubba came out and closed the door behind him. He walked across the yard and came in the back door.

‘Hello pretty lady’ he drawled ‘I see you’re awake. I’d love to chat, or do even more, but I have some work to do.’ He sat down at the table and pulled a large hunting knife out of a sheath on his belt. He began to measure off and cut pieces of rope from the roll. Each piece was carefully coiled and placed on the table. As he worked he kept glancing up at the clock.

Soon he had six lengths of rope arranged on the table. He peeled back a small corner of the duct tape and folded it over so that the next piece would be easy to start. Then he placed the tape and one of the socks beside the ropes. He pulled out the chair that was beside the orderly items and turned it to face the back door.

There was the honk of a horn. He looked up at the clock; 3:00PM. ‘Time for another visitor’ he said. He left the dining room towards the front door.

Brandi saw a faint glimmer of hope. If she could somehow make enough noise to get the attention of the new customer it might be her only chance of rescue. With her feet up off of the floor it was difficult to move. She tried to rock the chair. It began to tip. She stopped and it came to rest again. She had an idea. If she could get close enough to the window she could tip over and break the glass. With any luck the people out front would come to investigate and with a lot of luck she wouldn’t be bleeding to death when they got there.

She wobbled and wiggled the chair inching closer to the window. She was still a foot or so away when she heard voices outside. They were walking towards the back yard. She didn’t reach her objective but she did have a front row seat for what happened next.

Around the corner came Laura, one of Brandi’s cast mates from the show. Bubba grabbed her and held the cloth over her face. Laura’s first instinct upon smelling the chemical scent of the cloth was to hold her breath. She put up a good fight and lasted much longer than Brandi had but eventually she had to take a breath and down she went.

Bubba held onto her. He pocketed the cloth and then slipped his hands under her arms. He firmly grabbed her with a generous boob in each of his hands and began to haul her towards the back door. In a few seconds he entered the dining room dragging her along. He dropped her into the seat.

She was dressed in her trademark style. A colorful print top that was a bit too snug showed off her big chest. A pair of tight black slacks did the same for her shapely rear end. She had black nylons on her feet; somewhere along the way she had lost her shoes while being dragged. Her blond hair was down and as usual red lip stick made her full mouth look even bigger. He sat her up straight and gave her tits another squeeze.

Then Bubba went to work. Brandi watched closely. The man was methodical and he was going to restrain Laura the same way he had done her. If there was any weakness in his technique she might spot it and be able to take advantage of it.

First he bound her wrists, palms together with several loops and then two tight cinches. He did the same to her elbows after forcefully pulling them as close together as they would go. Next he stuffed the sock into her mouth making sure that was completely in and deep. He peeled off a long piece of tape and pushed up on her jaw to close her mouth around the sock. Once her lips were together he placed the tape over them and then added two more strips so that she was taped from her nose to her chin.

He wrapped the longest rope around her just below those tremendous breasts and pulled it hard around the back of the chair. Several more loops and then he knotted it behind her. Last of all were her legs.

He tied her ankles and knees with the same efficiency as her arms. Then he ran the last rope between her bound ankles and up to the rungs on the back of her chair. He pulled hard and her feet lifted until they almost touched the bottom of the seat.

Brandi’s hopes faded. He had done an excellent job and any chance of escaping was not likely. Bubba left her there and headed back out the front door. In a minute he was driving Laura’s car to hide it in the barn. When he returned to the dining room he was carrying Laura’s shoes. They were a pair of shiny black pumps that looked to be new except for the deep scratches on the three inch heels where they had been dragged. He tossed them into the corner.

Brandi watched again as he prepared his materials again. This meant another capture. Now that she was this close to the window the best she could do was try to finish her original plan and possibly warn the next victim. She waited for the right moment.

As before he kept looking up at the clock and a few minutes before 4:00PM a horn honked. ‘She’s early’ he muttered to himself and stood up to leave. He took a step towards the door and took a last glance at his prisoners. He walked over and grabbed the back of Brandi’s chair. He pulled her back even further from the window then she was before. He patted her on the head and said ‘Enjoy the show.’

She watched in horror for the scene to repeat itself but it didn’t happen. Instead Bubba came back in again from the front door. ‘Stupid bitch wouldn’t go around back’ he cursed as he entered with a woman over his shoulder.

Brandi saw the dark legs of what appeared to be a small woman. She had a short white peasant style skirt and sandals with a modest two inch heel. Bubba had one hand holding her legs and the other up her skirt groping her bottom. He placed her in the chair. Her long sleeved top was comfortably loose except across her oversized bosom. He gave her boobs a squeeze and said ‘Nice tits.’ He had done the same to Laura and Brandi now realized he had probably done the same to her when she was unconscious.

When he stood aside she could see that it was Nabila who had made several appearances on the show. It was obvious that someone was targeting the women from Storage Wars. She watched again as he tied her up. Laura was still out cold. She had put up such a fight that he held the chloroform over her mouth for an extra minute before bringing her in.

Soon Nabila was tied in an identical manner as the other two. Bubba got out a phone, Brandi recognized it as hers. He placed a call. He spoke softly but she heard bits and pieces of the conversation.

‘Got all three…loading them up…be there soon…have my money…’

He went back out the front door and soon was driving Nabila's car to the barn. This time he was driving a van when he came back out. He drove it across the lawn and right up to the back door. He came in, undid the ropes holding Laura to the chair and dragged her out. Then he did the same with Nabila. When he came for Brandi he took no chances and held the cloth over her nose.

He held it just long enough to make her woozy. As he hauled her out to the van he explained ‘Too much of this stuff can kill you.’ He placed her through the right side door into the back of the van with Nabila between her and Laura. The rear seats had been removed. He placed a chain around her neck and through one of the brackets that held the seats in place; a small padlock secured it. Then he went around to the back door and chained her ankles to another bracket.

Once his cargo was secure he closed the side doors and then went and stood at the back. He looked them over. He wasn’t checking out their bonds, he knew they were secure, he was checking out their boobs. It was the first time he had this many victims and he was pleased that they fit in the van. He was even more pleased with their breasts. Each of the trio was stacked and with their arms pulled back so severely every inch was prominent. He slammed the door shut.

As he drove along Brandi was still the only one conscious. ‘I’d like to put your mind at ease and tell you that everything will be alright’ he told her ‘but to be honest I don’t know what your fate is. I’m only the supplier. I’m delivering you to a buyer who is going to resell you to someone else. I get some cash and the resale value of your cars and after that it’s all up to him.’

Brandi realized two things; first was that his accent was gone, the redneck Bubba was just an act and secondly that she was in deep trouble. Once she was delivered she had to find a way to escape before she was resold and moved again; who knows where she may end up then.

There was only one rough dirt road into Bubba’s. If he turned left at the highway she had no idea where they were going; if he turned right it was back towards the city. He turned right. She listened carefully hoping that her knowledge of the city would give her a clue as to her destination even though she couldn’t see out of the windowless van. She may not escape but if there was any possibility of calling for help she wanted to have some idea where rescuers could find her.

By the time they reached the outskirts of the city all three captives were awake. Laura was sobbing and Nabila was trying energetically to loosen her ropes. Brandi tried to listen to their journey over Laura’s weeping.

Judging from the sound of traffic and the other noises she heard he didn’t drive into the city but stayed in the suburbs. After one or two turns he slowed down, turned left and stopped. He appeared to be in a driveway. He honked the horn and then moved forwards again. The amount of daylight entering through the windshield faded and then was replaced by the harsh glare of bare incandescent bulbs. The van switched off followed by the sound of a garage door closing.

Bubba came around and opened the back door. Brandi lifted her head as far as she could and made out the silhouettes of two men. ‘Here they are’ said Bubba ‘it went as smooth as you said it would.’

‘They’re fools!’ exclaimed the buyer ‘A few phony emails and they walk right into my trap.’

All three women recognized the buyer’s voice. Laura began begging and pleading between sobs but her words were unintelligible through the gag. Nabila went crazy. She began to thrash about bumping up against her two fellow captives but not accomplishing anything more. Brandi went into a trancelike state of despair; she just lay there knowing her fate was sealed.

‘Take the little brown one into the house’ continued the buyer ‘and put her in the dungeon downstairs. I have plans for her. I picked up a few new toys at a storage locker auction last week and I’ve been dying to try them out. Then meet me back here; I’ll have your money and instructions for the other two.’

Bubba opened the door on Laura’s side and leaned over to place the cloth over Nabila's face again. The buyer didn’t like damaged goods so he wanted no trouble from her. She tried to turn away from it but the chain around her neck prevented her from avoiding it. Once her body went limp Bubba opened the lock at her neck. Then he went to the back door, unlocked her ankles and pulled her out by her feet. He slung her over his shoulder and once again he had one hand on her legs and the other up her skirt.

Brandi was in that comatose condition of depression that accompanies the knowledge that your situation is hopeless. Laura continued to weep.

Bubba walked into the dungeon and took a look around; all the while stroking Nabila's bottom and enjoying the sound of her weak muffled protests. He was hoping that someday the buyer would invite him to come for a “play day”. He knew he could have lots of fun with the gear that was here. He was about to put her down when he saw something that put a gleam in his eye. There was a hook hanging from a rafter.

He slid her off of his shoulder and turned her over. Gripping the ropes that held her knees he lifted her and placed her ankle ropes over the hook. When he released her she swung gently upside down with her hair brushing the floor. Her skirt dropped and exposed her lacy white panties. He liked the way they looked against her dark skin. He ran his hands across her cheeks, gave them each a squeeze and then each a kiss. Then he said ‘Good bye, it’s been nice to meet you.’

When he got back to the van the buyer was waiting. He handed Bubba a thick envelope.

‘After you give them their shots, crate them up and get them to the airport. As usual the customs guy has been paid off and he’ll pass you straight through to the loading zone. The big busted cry baby is going in the crate that’s labeled for Dubai; some sheik saw her on TV and decided he needed to have her. The other one is going to Columbia. Her husband still owes someone there some money from an old drug deal so they want her to settle the debt.’

Brandi heard the entire conversation and thought ‘Jarrod you asshole, now you’ve really done it!’

‘Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for the little brown one. A customer from New York requested a “woman of color” several months ago so it’s nice to finally be able to fill that order. And speaking of Nabila, I think I’ll go pay her a visit right now. I trust you made her comfortable?’

‘She liked it down there and said she was going to hang around for a while’ answered Bubba.

The buyer left and Bubba walked around to the side door by Laura. Brandi couldn’t see what was going on but Laura stopped crying. Then he came around to her side. He said ‘Sounds like you got the worst of this deal, sorry about that.’ He leaned into the van and Brandi could see the hypodermic in his hand. She felt it jab into her neck and her world began to go shadowy.

Her last thought before passing out was ‘You’re a rotten bastard Dave Hester.
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Last edited by LordNelson on Fri May 22, 2015 11:32 am, edited 5 times in total.

Re: Prisoners of War (M/FFF)

Postby LordNelson » Thu Jun 12, 2014 11:09 am

My apologies to anyone who is not familiar with the television show Storage Wars. This story is for the many fans, including me, who have secret desires for the women on the show. I hope you can enjoy it even if you are not familiar with my trio of damsels and the dastardly villain.

Re: Prisoners of War (M/FFF)

Postby SelenaGfan » Thu Jun 12, 2014 11:32 am

Love it, Brandi is my favorite and Nabila was easy on the eyes also.Laura is pretty but too busty. I am glad you
did not add Casey the wife of the anooying German Rene.

Re: Prisoners of War (M/FFF)

Postby LordNelson » Thu Jun 12, 2014 11:41 am

Dave was fired from the show before Casey started so he never met her. The other three he had a grudge against and this is how he got his revenge and made a few bucks at the same time.

Re: Prisoners of War (M/FFF)

Postby Mr Underheel » Thu Jun 12, 2014 2:33 pm

Excellent stuff! Loved it!

Re: Prisoners of War (M/FFF)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Thu Jun 12, 2014 4:44 pm

I will be awaiting Nabila's delivery~
[a burglary of her home obtained that button-front red (HOT) shirt of hers that makes revealing her impressive chest without having to destroy her clothing easier]!
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GREAT job!

Re: Prisoners of War (M/FFF)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:21 pm

SelenaGfan wrote:Love it, Brandi is my favorite and Nabila was easy on the eyes also.Laura is pretty but too busty. I am glad you
did not add Casey the wife of the annoying German Rene.


Casey, although the "least" pretty of the other babes on the show is built like a "brick sh*t house" and wrestling her into submission
would have been quite "stimulating" AND her face COULD have been covered with a "bandit gag"!

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:evil: :oops:

Re: Prisoners of War (M/FFF)

Postby Mr Underheel » Fri Jun 13, 2014 5:17 am

The only problem is that the screen grabs of the emails are pretty small and are hard to read (for me, at least) and when I blow them up they got fuzzy. I like the concept a lot but I would start with a larger image.

Re: Prisoners of War (M/FFF)

Postby LordNelson » Fri Jun 13, 2014 11:46 am

The program I used to grab the emails unfortunately has a low resolution. There is another one I have that I am going to try. If it is better I'll replace them.