## The Debt Collectors (Chapter 4 added)

Post by jennybond » Sat Oct 12, 2013 5:42 am

This story is loosely based on an idea I had whilst watching a daytime t.v. program here in the UK called "The Sheriffs Are Coming"
Chapter 1
Sixteen year old Becky Thompson lives in a small terraced house with her mum, since her father left them a few years ago. Her mum works long hours at the local bakery in Denton to pay the ever mounting bills and debts and help pay for Becky’s college education.
Very early one morning while Becky was home alone as her mum had already left to start work 6am. Becky had just come out of shower and was drying herself when she heard a loud knock the front door.
“Who the hell is that at this time? Maybe they’ll go away.” The pretty blonde said out loud.
Whoever it was weren’t going to go away as the knocking continued.
Becky rushed to put on a t shirt and her white NIKE tracksuit over her bra and panties. The loud knocking continued as she rushed down stairs.
“All right, all right I’m coming; don’t break the bloody door down.” She called out.
She partly opened the front door keeping the security chain on, where she saw two tall women both dressed identically in black leather trousers and a black leather jacket, both were in their late twenties to early thirties one had short blonde hair and the other had long black hair brushed back into a ponytail.
The dark haired woman pushed two ID cards through the gap in the door for Becky to see.
“My name is Sharron Judd, and this is my colleague Lynn Stevens we’re High Court enforcement officers we’re here today looking for Mrs Elaine Thompson with regards to an unpaid store card from Beaton’s Superstores.
“That’s my mum she’s at work.” The shocked girl replied.
“Can we come in and maybe you can get your mum on the phone for us.” Sharron replied.
“No way, I’m not letting bailiffs in here.” Becky said trying sound assertive.
“You don’t understand dear, we’re not bailiffs we have far more authority than bailiffs we have a writ from the High Court" The woman said showing Becky a piece of paper
"We are here today to collect payment of two thousand six hundred and forty three pounds or seize goods to that value. We have the power to force entry if we need too. Now don’t be a silly girl let us in and we can speak to your mum on the phone, we can quite easily break down this door if we need to I’m sure your mum wouldn’t want to pay for a new door on top of what she already owes would she?” She continued
“My mum doesn’t have that kind of money, and you won’t find anything here of that value.
“We’ll be the judge of that. Let us in or I’ll fetch the door breaker from the van.” Lynn whose patience was wearing thin told her.
“Very well.” Becky replied taking the chain off the door and letting the two women in.
“What’s your name dear?” Sharron asked.
“Becky.” The girl replied.
“Does your mum have a mobile phone Becky?”
“Yes she has my old iPhone.” Becky replied.
“Give me her number and I’ll explain everything to her.”
Becky did as she was told and Sharron phoned her mum, as she did this Lynn took a clipboard and pen from her briefcase and began searching the house for items they could sell auction.
Becky watched and listened as Sharron who seemed to be in charge spoke to her mum on the phone. After a while the officer ended the call.
“Well just as we expected she says she’s unable to pay us today, so we’re left with no other option but to start seizing goods. Lynn what have you found?”
“Not a lot really, a laptop computer and an iPad.”
“You can’t take those they’re mine I need them for my college work.” Becky cried out.
“A few bits of crappy jewellery and that’s about it, the television, hi.fi and DVD player aren’t worth a great deal and not worth taking. What we have is nowhere near enough to cover the debt.” Lynn continued ignoring Becky.
“That leaves us with a problem doesn’t it? How old are you Becky?” Sharron asked.
“Err sixteen, why you asking?” The puzzled girl replied.
“Lynn there is one thing in here we could seize and would raise more than enough money at auction to cover the debt.”
“What’s that?” Becky asked.
“You my pretty, a pretty young thing like you would bring a good price at the slave auctions.” Lynn replied grabbing hold of the shocked girl.
“NOOOOMMMMPPPPHHHH!” Becky cried but Lynn clasped her hand tightly over her mouth stifling her screams.
Becky struggled to free herself but the small girl was no match for the much bigger stronger woman.
“Lie her down on the sofa while I restrain her.” Sharron who was taking a number of coils of rope from her briefcase instructed her colleague.
Lynn forced the struggling crying girl over to the sofa and pushed her face down onto it, burying her face into one of the throw cushions, she held her hand firmly on the back of Becky’s head keeping her face buried in the cushion muffling her cries and screams.
While Lynn held Becky still Sharron pulled her hands behind her back and crossed her wrists before binding them tightly together.
“You’re the only officer I work with that still uses rope all the rest of us use the handcuffs issued to us these days.” Lynn said as she watched Sharron work.
“I know but this way is much more fun don’t you think?” Sharron said with a smile.
Once Becky’s wrists were bound tightly together behind her back Sharron instructed Lynn to sit her up before she suffocated.
“Crazy bitches this is kidnapimmmppphhhin.” Lynn cut Becky off in midsentence by clasping her hand tightly over her mouth again as they sat the girl up.
“Keep her quiet, while I find something to gag her with.” Sharron told her colleague.
“There’s a ball gag in my briefcase.” Lynn replied.
“You should know me better than that by now Lynn.” Sharron said again with a grin as she left the room.
It wasn’t long before Sharron returned carrying what Becky instantly recognized as a handful her mum’s silk scarves; she placed the scarves on Becky’s lap. She then took one of the scarves and scrunched it up into a tight ball.
“Open up Becky.” Sharron said holding the scrunched up scarf to Becky’s mouth once Lynn had removed her hand.
Becky clamped her mouth shut and shook her head.
“Come on Becky don’t be silly.” Sharron told her.
Lynn who wasn’t renowned for her patience grabbed a huge handful of Becky’s shoulder length blonde hair and gave it a good hard tug causing the girl to cry out; this allowed Sharron to stuff the scarf into Becky’s mouth. Lynn then held her hand firmly over Becky’s mouth again to stop her spitting the scarf out while Sharron neatly folded another scarf into a thin band; she placed the centre of the band between Becky’s lips and tied the two loose ends very tightly behind her head. Sharron then took a third scarf which she folded into a wider band and tied this very tightly over Becky’s already gagged mouth.
“You finish off here while I fetch the sign from the van.” Sharron told Lynn passing her two of the coils of rope.
Sharron left leaving Lynn to bind Becky’s ankles and knees very tightly together. Sharron returned a couple of minutes later carrying a large piece of white card with some writing on it, which she placed on Becky.
Written on the card was SEIZED in big letters across the top, underneath read.
I am now the property of the High Court you have 48 hours to pay the sum of £2643 or I will be sold at the slave auctions to raise money to cover the outstanding debt.
Sharron then made a short video and took a number of photographs of Becky in this position which she then sent to her mum, within minutes Sharron’s phone began to ring.
“Mrs Thompson I’ve been expecting you to call.” Sharron said answering the call.
“LET MY DAUGHTER GO RIGHT NOW.” Mrs Thompson raged.
“I’m sorry Mrs Thompson that isn’t possible; I warned you we are here to seize goods to cover your debt as there are no goods in the house that meet the value of the debt. The high court also gives us the power to seize any members of your family if need be, provided they would bring a good price at the slave auctions and I’m sure a pretty little thing like Becky would be very popular in the auction room. You still have forty eight hours to pay your debt or go back to court to agree a repayment plan.”
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS. Please let my daughter go she has nothing to do with my debts.”
“You have forty eight hours, Mrs Thompson.” Sharron said in a no nonsence tone before ending the call.
Sharron then switched her attention back to Becky who was now in floods of tears, she took the final scarf she had brought from her mum’s room and also folded that into a long band which tied over Becky’s tear filled eyes.
“The place you are about to be taken to must remain a secret for security reasons.” She told the terrified girl as she knotted the blindfold.
“Put her in the van.” Sharron told her colleague.
Lynn had no problem picking Becky up and throwing her over her shoulder and carrying her out to their van.
The terrified sobbing girl was dumped in the back of the transit type van and Lynn climbed in with her. Lynn secured Becky's bound wrists with more rope to a metal ring that was fixed to the side of the van.
"Enjoy the ride honey." She teased before getting out and joining Sharron in the front of the van.
Becky heard the engine start up and the van drove off, with all kind of thoughts going through the terrified girl's mind, Where were they taking her? Would her mum be able to raise the money to save her from going to auction?
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### Re: The Debt Collectors

Post by jennybond » Sun Oct 13, 2013 3:59 pm

Chapter 2
When the van finally stopped Lynn released Becky from the metal ring and she was carried inside a building once they were inside Becky was stood up and Lynn removed her blindfold.
“MMMPPPHHH! MMMMPPPPHHH!!” Becky moaned.
“No honey the gag stays on I’m afraid.” Lynn told her.
Once Becky’s eyes had become accustomed to the light once more, she looked at around at her surroundings she was in a long corridor of an old building it was cold and sparse, the walls were decorated with horrible old fashioned brown tiles many of which were cracked or missing. Sharron untied the ropes binding Becky’s legs but kept her hands bound behind her back. The two officers then lead her down the corridor until they came to a door with a sign on it saying Female. Sharron knocked on the door and it was unlocked from the inside. Once they were inside Becky was taken over to a blonde haired spectacle wearing woman who sitting behind a desk with a computer on it, she looked to be a good few years older than the other two, but like them she was dressed all in black leather.
“Who have we here?” The woman asked in a strong Scottish accent looking over the top of her glasses at Becky.
“Her name is Becky Thompson, Miss Brodie.” Sharron told the woman, she then went on tell her about the events of that morning.
“You did well ladies, now let me have a good look at the wee girl.”
Miss Brodie stood up from her desk and walked around to the front of the desk and then walked slowly around the frightened girl.
“Still refusing to use the handcuffs issued to you all I see Miss Judd.” She commented as she walked behind Becky.
“I much prefer the old fashioned methods of restraint.” Sharron replied.
“Well woe betide you if one ever escapes.”
“That will never happen.” Sharron replied.
“You just make sure it doesn’t.” Miss Brodie warned her.
Sharron and Lynn had to keep a tight hold of Becky as she tried to struggle and resist as Miss Brodie began to unzip her tracksuit top.
“She’s a feisty wee thing isn’t she?” Miss Brodie said with a hint of a smile.
“Very nice, yes very nice indeed.” Miss Brodie said as she ran her hands over Becky nice firm breasts with were thrust forward and bulged beneath her white t-shirt by having her hands tied behind her back.
“I think this pretty wee girl is going to be very popular at the auction. If there is any money left over once her mum’s debt is paid I’ll see you two get a nice bonus out of it. That will be all ladies thank you once again; I’ll have one of the assistants to take her to a cell.” She continued.
“Can I recommend you keep her restrained for the time being Miss Brodie you said yourself she’s a feisty wee thing.” Sharron said with a grin.
“Thank you dear.” Miss Brodie replied.
On that note the two officers left the room
Miss Brodie then signalled to a freckled faced woman of similar age to Sharron and Lynn with ginger tight curly hair who was again dressed in black leather and sat at a desk close by.
“Greta put this wee girl in cell three please. I want her kept restrained for the time being.”
Greta took firm grip of Becky’s arm, led her into one of a number of tiny cells that were along a corridor next to the office room. The white tiled walled cell contained a small metal framed bed, a sink, a toilet and nothing else. Once inside the cell Greta untied Becky’s arms and ordered her to remove her tracksuit, t-shirt, socks and trainers.
Becky stood just stood there in disbelief at what she’d been told to do.
“Hurry up girl, or I’ll strip you myself. I haven’t got a day.” Greta barked.
Reluctantly Becky did as she was told, and was soon stood shivering in just her white bra and white cotton panties. She watched as Greta took something leather down which was hanging on a hook behind the door. She soon realized it was a black leather straight jacket as Greta held it open in front of her.
“Put your arms in the sleeves for me.” She instructed Becky
Again Becky paused
“I’m sorry dear, Miss Brodie says you need to be restrained I’m sure if you’re a good girl it won’t be for too long, we can do this the pleasant way or the unpleasant way the choice is yours.”
Tears once more began to roll down Becky’s cheeks as she slowly put her hands into the sealed sleeves. Greta wasted no time in fastening the six large buckles up the back of the jacket as tight as she could. She then instructed the sobbing girl to cross her arms over her chest, once she had done this Greta buckled the straps on the ends of the sealed sleeves together behind Becky’s back. One final strap which hung down between Becky’s legs was pulled up really tight through her legs causing her to moan into her gag as it dug into her crotch and was buckled up very tightly just above her bottom. Greta walked Becky over to the bed a sat her down on the edge of it.
“Now let’s have look at that soggy gag, it must be getting most uncomfortable by now.”
Becky was relieved to have the wet scarves untied from her mouth, and Greta helped her spit the soggy scrunched up scarf out.
“Why are you people doing this to me?” Becky sobbed once her mouth was free of her gag.
“Hush dear.” Greta said putting her finger on Becky’s quivering lips.
“Please let me go home my mum will pay back everything she owes I’ll make sure of that.” Becky sobbed.
Greta who had heard it all many times before ignored Becky’s pleas.
“I’m sure you could do with a drink of water, you’ll feel much better.”
“I just want to go home.” Becky sobbed as Greta went over to the small sink and filled up a plastic beaker.
Greta replied. " I want to win the lottery and get out of this shithole but lifes a bitch honey get used to it"
"Please let me go home.” Becky cried out once more
Greta never replied she returned to the girl and held the beaker of water to her mouth. Becky was grateful for a couple of big mouthfuls of water but the third mouthful she spat out in Greta’s face who was kneeling in front of her.
“Answer me. Why are you doing this to me, why can’t I go home?” She cried.
“You dirty little bitch you’re going to regret that.” The stunned officer snapped wiping her face with her hand.
She then grabbed hold of a huge handful of Becky hair raised her hand as if to slap her across the face, but stopped herself at the last second.
“Count yourself lucky bitch, Miss Brodie will have my hide if your pretty face is marked when they take your photographs for the auction catalogue and website.”
“I’m sorry.” Becky sobbed but her apology fell on deaf ears as Greta produced a large red ball gag from her jacket pocket.
“Let’s see you spit this out.” She hissed as she forced the ball into Becky’s mouth and buckled it extra tightly behind her head.
Greta then picked up the rope that had been used to bind Becky’s hands earlier; Becky struggled and tried to kick out as Greta began to bind her ankles together.
“Keep still you little bitch.” Greta snapped giving Becky’s bare legs a couple of hard slaps.
Once Becky’s ankles were secure Greta got to her feet.
“I’ve not finished with you yet bitch, but that should hold you while I nip out for a couple of minutes.” She said before leaving locking the door behind her.
Becky was left alone wondering what the woman was planning next. She didn’t have to wait long before Greta returned accompanied by Miss Brodie.
Miss Brodie stood before the sobbing girl and put her hand under her chin raising her bowed head so she looked her in the face.
“Miss Feenan tells me you’ve been a naughty wee girl Rebecca. That disappoints me my dear because I was planning to try you without restraints after you’ve had your photographs taken later today, but that won’t be happening now, I think you'll need to be retrained for the rest of your short stay with us, and stop that crying you’ve only got yourself to blame.”
Miss Brodie then switched her attention to Greta before leaving.
“Do what you have to, but remember I don’t want her pretty wee face marked.”
“Thank you Miss Brodie.” Greta who had now calmed down a little replied.
Becky squealed into her gag as Greta roughly forced her face down on to the cold tiled floor, she then took one of a number of coils of rope she'd brought back with her and bound her knees tightly together, next she pulled Becky’s feet up so her heels very nearly touched her bottom and held them there while she tied one end of a length of rope to the rope binding her ankles, the other end was tied to one of the buckled straps which ran down the back of her straight jacket allowing no slack what so ever. Then Greta took Becky’s hair and smoothed it back into a rough short ponytail with her hands which she held in place with a rubber band, one end of thin length of cord was then tied around Becky’s two big toes, she then lifted Becky’s head up as far as she could and tied the other end of cord connected to her toes to her ponytail once again allowing no slack. Finally Greta took a large role of white bandage and began wrapping it a number of times over Becky’s ball gagged mouth and then working her way up the girls face covering her eyes and head until it was all fully covered apart from her cute little nose which was uncovered and allowed to peep out allowing her to breathe.
Greta then gave the distressed girl a hard kick to the top of her legs saying
"Maybe now you’ll think twice before you fuck with me. For now I’ll love you and leave you and see you later when the photograher arrives.”
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### Re: The Debt Collectors (Chapter 2 added)

Post by Tieup1 » Mon Oct 14, 2013 3:21 pm

This is great, can't wait to read more

### Re: The Debt Collectors (Chapter 2 added)

Post by jennybond » Mon Oct 14, 2013 3:26 pm

> Tieup1 wrote:This is great, can't wait to read more

Thank You. I'll try and have the next chapter ready in a day or two
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### Re: The Debt Collectors (Chapter 2 added)

Post by jennybond » Wed Oct 16, 2013 2:01 am

Chapter 3
Becky spent the next long few hours regretting her actions as she had never been so uncomfortable in her life, her whole body ached like it had never ached before. She tried to roll over on to her side but was unable to move without causing herself more discomfort. All she could do was lie as still as could in the frightening darkness and silence so not to cause herself more pain and discomfort and hope it wouldn’t be too long before she was set free.
Finally after what seemed an eternity she heard the door of her cell being unlocked, and footsteps on the tiled floor approach her.
“Having fun down there?” The unmistakable voice of Greta asked in a mocking way.
“NOMMMMMPPPHHHH Becky moaned into her gag.
“You’ll be pleased to know the photographer will be ready for you shortly so we need to get you ready.”
Becky was relieved to feel Greta begin to set her free. All the ropes binding her were untied and the bandage was removed from her face, as Becky struggled to adjust her tear stained eyes to bright light of cell once more, Greta roughly pulled her to her feet, and began unfastening her straightjacket.
“MMMMPPPHHH!! MMMMPPPHHH!!” Becky moaned once she was free.
“Oh no. You’re not getting the use of your filthy mouth back just yet; I don’t want to be spat on again.”
Becky was then allowed to use the toilet watched all the time by Greta who sat on the edge of the bed who never took her eyes off the blushing embarrassed girl. Once she had finished Greta took a pair of silver handcuffs from her pocket and snapped them on Becky’s wrists securing her arms behind her back. Greta then took a firm hold of Becky’s arm and led her out the door into the corridor, which felt so much colder than the cell did to Becky who still only wearing her bra and panties. She was led past cell number two where through the wired security glass window she saw a dark haired girl lying on her bed; she was wearing one of the black leather straightjackets, and looked to have some kind of metal cuffs around her ankles like Becky she too had a big red ball gag strapped in her mouth. When they approached cell number one Greta stopped and pushed Becky up to the window, where to her horror she saw a small blonde girl hanging by her wrists which were bound to a metal ring which hung from the ceiling, only the very tips of her toes were touching the floor, her ankles and knees were bound together with rope, her bra had been removed and silver clamps had been attached to her nipples which Becky though looked most painful, she too had a ball gag strapped in her mouth, and her eyes were covered by a leather blindfold.
“Let this be a warning to you, this is what happens you if misbehave while having your photo’s taken.”
“Oh My God these people are really sick. How could they be so cruel?” Becky thought to herself trembling with fear at the sight before her.
Becky was led into a room a bit further along the corridor where Miss Brodie was waiting with a stunningly beautiful tall slim woman who Becky guessed was in her early twenties she had long black curly hair, beautiful tanned skin, and was wearing what could only be described as a pink beauty therapist’s uniform, embroided on her uniform in dark blue just above her breast was April’s Beauty Heaven.
“Becky this is April she’s going to make you beautiful for photographs. She’s a pretty wee thing isn’t she April?” Miss Brodie said introducing the beauty therapist.
“Very pretty indeed Miss Brodie I don’t think she needs much make up just a bit of blusher and lip gloss to enhance her natural beauty but those tear stained eyes will have to be worked on.” April replied.
Greta unfastened Becky’s handcuffs and she was sat down on big leather chair.
“I think we need the straps don’t you Miss Brodie?” Greta asked.
“Yes I think so dear, she’s a feisty wee thing this one April.” Miss Brodie replied.
Becky’s arms were placed on the leather armrests of the chair and Greta and Miss Brodie each took leather buckled strap and secured her arms to the chair.
“Right I’ll leave you to it then, I have lots of work to be getting on with.” Miss Brodie said before leaving.
“I’m going to remove you gag Becky, you must only speak when spoken to by April or myself is that clear?” Greta said.
Becky nodded not wanting to get on the wrong side of Greta again.
Becky was relieved to finally have the foul tasting, jaw aching ball removed from her mouth.
“Remember what I told you, I’ll be sat right over there in the corner and I’ll have my eye on you miss.” Greta warned her.
“Would you like drink of water before we start dear?” April asked in a pleasant friendly tone.
“Yes please.” Becky replied.
April took a bottle of water from her bag and held it to Becky’s mouth allowing her a couple of much need mouthfuls.
“Thank You.” Becky said as April took the bottle away.
April then got to work on Becky’s hair wetting it with a spray bottle and trimming it where needed before blow drying it. All the time she worked April chatted to Becky just like she was a normal paying customer, Becky was even beginning to like her it was the first time anyone had been really kind and gentle to her since she’d been in this place. Once April had finished Becky hair she began to work on her makeup, she even offered Becky the choice of mascara and lip gloss colours. Becky who had never been able to afford a proper professional make over before was beginning to enjoy being pampered and even forgot where she was for the time being as April worked and chatted to her. Once April had finished she held up a mirror for Becky to look at herself.
“You look a million dollars, don’t you honey?” She said as she held the mirror.
“That’s really nice thank you April.” Becky politely replied.
“I may even bid for you myself in the auction you could be my fulltime model.” April said with kind smile.
“Members of staff aren’t allowed to bid on the girls.” Greta snapped for her seat in corner of the room.
“I’m not a member of staff Greta I work for myself remember?” April snapped back.
Just then another woman walked into the room, she was in her mid to late thirties with long jet black hair which rand halfway down her back, she was wearing blue jeans and a white vest top and it was clear for everyone to see she wasn’t wearing a bra under it.
“Is the final girl ready yet? I’m running late thanks to that troublesome girl I have another appointment in just over an hour’s time.”
“She’s ready now.” Greta replied.
“Very good bring her in quick as you can please.” The woman said in a no nonsense tone before leaving the room.
“God I hate that woman.” Greta said as she began to undo the straps on Becky’s wrists.
“Who is she?” Becky nervously asked.
“The photographer of course.”Greta replied.
Greta helped Becky off the chair and cuffed her hands behind her back again.
“Good bye Becky, don’t you going crying again and ruining my hard work will you?”
“I won’t, Good bye April.” Becky said with a smile.
Greta took Becky into the next room where the impatient photographer was waiting.
“Sit her down on that chair.” She barked pointing to a wooden chair in front of a white screen.
“I’m going to start with a few close up facial shots, focus on something in the room for me.” She instructed the girl.
All Becky could focus on was the woman’s erect nipples and large breasts which bulged beneath her vest and left very little to the imagination. She was sure the woman knew she was staring her but she didn’t seem to bother as she began snapping away with her camera.
“Stand her up please Greta and remove her handcuffs.” The photographer instructed the officer.
“Remember the girl in cell one, no funny business or else.” Greta whispered in Becky ear as she unfastened her cuffs.
“I need a few full length body shots and then we’re nearly done.”
Becky followed the photographer’s instructions as she told her where to stand and where to look.
“You’re a natural model Becky.” The photographer commented once she was satisfied with her work.
“Finally I need a just a few shots without your bra.” She continued.
“What? No way.” Becky protested.
“Cell one Becky, remember cell one.” Greta reminded the shocked girl.
Becky slowly and reluctantly unfastened her bra and threw it on the floor behind her; she tried her best to cover herself up with her hands.
“Hands by your sides or behind your back Becky or I’ll have Greta cuff them again.” The photographer barked.
Becky not wanting to get into trouble with Greta again did as she was told and put her hands behind her back allowing the photographer to take all the pictures she needed.
“Good girl Becky you did really well.” The photographer said once she’d finished and she even picked Becky’s bra up for her and helped her put it back on.
“Right come on let’s get you back to your cell and then I can go home my shift should have finished half an hour ago.” Greta said pulling Becky’s arms behind her back and snapping the handcuffs back on her wrists, and then much to Becky’s disappointment she pulled a ball gag from pocket.
“Please you don’t need to gag me again I promise I won’t cause any more trouble I’ve learnt my lesson.” Becky pleaded as Greta held the gag up to her mouth.
“Come on Becky open wide you’ve been very good so far don’t ruin it now.” Greta replied ignoring Becky’s pleas.
Becky did as she was told not wanting to anger Greta again.
Once Becky was gagged again Greta took her back to her cell, as they passed cell one Becky couldn’t help but look inside where she saw the poor girl still hanging by her wrists. The girl in cell two was still lying in the same position on her bed. Becky couldn’t help wondering what Greta had planned for her as they approached her cell, was she going to be made to wear that horrible straight jacket again? Maybe Greta had something worse in mind for her.
Once they were inside Becky cell Greta told her.
“I may seem like a right bitch to you girls, but I am also fair and I reward good behaviour as well as punish bad behaviour. I can see you’ve clearly learnt your lesson and as a reward for your good behaviour this afternoon I’ll try and secure you as comfortably as I can.”
Becky was shocked hearing this, she was half expecting to be hung up like the girl in cell one.
Greta unfastened the handcuff on one of her wrists, and ordered Becky to lie on her bed with her head on the pillow and put her hands above her head. Becky did as she was told; Greta then took her cuffed hand and passed the loose handcuff behind the metal framed headboard of the bed, she then snapped the cuff back on Becky’s free hand securing her to the bed frame. Greta then took a length of rope and looped it around Becky’s ankles tying the other end tightly to the metal frame at foot of the bed allowing no slack.
“There now that’s not too bad is it?” Greta said with a rare smile.
Becky had to agree it could have been a lot worse.
“I’ll leave word for the night officer bring you food and blanket later you try and get some sleep now.” Greta continued.
Becky watched as Greta left the cell locking the door behind her she couldn’t believe the change in the woman.
Becky did as Greta said and closed her eyes and tried to sleep, every so often the silence was broken by a faint muffled cry in the distance which she guessed was the poor girl in cell one.
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### Re: The Debt Collectors (Chapter 3 added)

Post by Tieup1 » Wed Oct 16, 2013 3:34 pm

Great continuation

### Re: The Debt Collectors (Chapter 3 added)

Post by jennybond » Wed Oct 16, 2013 4:06 pm

> Tieup1 wrote:Great continuation

Thanks once again . I'll try and have the next chapter ready sometime over the weekend
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### Re: The Debt Collectors (Chapter 3 added)

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sat Oct 19, 2013 11:11 pm

Outstanding story, jenny! Emotionally taut, even draining, yet thoroughly readable. One has to hope that somehow Becky escapes her captivity...
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### Re: The Debt Collectors (Chapter 3 added)

Post by Headmistress » Sat Nov 30, 2013 7:38 am

Good to see you back, Jenny. Hope to read the rest of this soon.

### Re: The Debt Collectors (Chapter 3 added)

Post by jennybond » Tue Dec 03, 2013 11:47 am

Chapter 4
Despite her situation Becky did manage to get a reasonable night’s sleep and was woken bright and early by the night officer who released her from her bed and allowed her to use the toilet and wash, after which she was given a breakfast which consisted of toast and cereal. Just as she had finished Greta entered the cell carrying a number of items with her and took over from the night officer.
“Auction day, today, so let’s get you ready.” Greta said with a smile.
“What’s going to happen?” Becky nervously asked.
“In a short while you’ll be taken from here in one of our vans to auction house this morning all the girls up for auction will be put on display for viewing before this afternoon’s auction. But we can’t have you going out dressed in only your underwear so put this on.” Greta replied handing Becky a one piece white paper suit she’d brought in with her.
“My mum will get me out I know she will, she won’t let me go to auction.” Becky sobbed.
“Don’t get your hopes up honey I’ve seen and heard it all before, now come on get that suit on we don’t have all day I have to get the other girls ready.”
Becky reluctantly did as she was told; Greta then gave her a pair of white pumps to put on her feet. Greta then took down the black leather straight jacket from its hook on the cell wall and held it open for Becky to put her arms into. Becky paused for a few moments
“Come along now we haven’t got all day.” Grata snapped.
Again Becky did as she was told allowing Greta to tightly fasten up the straight jack as before, and finally the ball gag was tightly strapped in the girl’s mouth again.
Greta then sat Becky down on her bed.
“I’ll be back for you once the other girls are ready.” She said before leaving to prepare the other girls.
Becky sat nervously waiting and wondering what was in store for her, she didn’t have to wait long before Greta returned accompanied by Miss Brodie.
“On your feet lassie” Miss Brodie barked in her strong Scottish accent.
Once Becky was standing she and Greta took an arm each and marched the terrified girl out to a waiting van, she was put into the back of the van which had three padded leather seats down each side, the other two girls who were dressed and restrained in an identical way to Becky were already in the sitting side by side on two of the seats Becky couldn’t help notice the girls were secured to their seats by two leather straps one which ran across their chest and another which was buckled around their waists . Becky was placed on the third seat next to them and Greta wasted no time in buckling one of broad leather straps on her seat as tight as she could across her chest just below her breasts and then the second broad leather strap was tightly buckled around her waist securing her to the seat, while she was doing this Miss Brodie took three black cloth blindfolds and tied one over each of the girl’s tear filled eyes plunging them into a frightening darkness.
“I’m sorry to have to do this but the locations of both the holding centre and the auction house must remain a secret.” She told them.
The girls were then left alone in the back of the van while Miss Brodie took her seat behind the driver’s wheel and Greta took the front passenger seat. Although the journey to auction house only took around forty five minutes for the three terrified bound girl’s it seemed to take forever. Once the van had reached the auction house the girl’s were taken inside one at a time, Becky was the last to be taken in by Miss Brodie and Greta. Once she was inside her blindfold was removed it took a few moments for her eyes to readjust to the light again, but when they did the sight before her horrified her. She had been taken into a long narrow hall down each side of the hall evenly spaced apart were large wooden posts which were fixed to the floor, almost all the posts had a girl wearing only her bra and panties tied to it, each of the posts had a number which had been painted on a piece of wood fixed near the top of it, a number of women dressed in what looked like white nurses uniforms were busy walking about watching the girls. A tall slim woman who looked to be in her mid to laste thirties with short straight brown hair wearing a navy blue business suit and black high heel shoes approached them she was accompanied by two of the women in the white uniforms who looked to be quite a bit younger than her.
“Who have we here Miss Brodie?” The woman who Becky guessed was the auctioneer asked.
“Her name is Rebecca Thompson.”Miss Brodie replied.
“Ha yes we’ve had a lot of interest in this girl since we put her in the online catalogue, and I can see why she a pretty little thing isn’t she?”
“Yes indeed she’s a pretty wee lassie you should get good money for her.” Miss Brodie replied.
“I think we’ll save the best until last put her on number sixteen.” The auctioneer told her two assistants.
Miss Brodie and Greta removed Becky’s straight jacket and ball gag before handing the trembling frightened girl over to the two women in white who took her over to post number sixteen which was the final post. Laid out on the floor next to the post were a number of lengths of rope, a sponge ball and roll of clear tape.
The two women quickly and efficiently set about cutting off the paper suit Becky was wearing with scissors one held the sobbing girl while the other cut. Once she was like the other girls was dressed in only her bra and panties she was forced to stand with her back right up against the post and her arms were pulled behind it, one of the women crossed her wrists and bound them tightly together while the other bound her ankles to the post. The woman that had bound Becky’s hands then set about securing her upper body to the post wrapping rope tightly above and below her breasts, while the other woman moved to from her feet to tie her legs to the post above and below her knees, one final length of rope was then tightly tied around her slender waist, while the other woman picked up the sponge ball and held it up to Becky’s mouth.
“Open up sweetie.”
Becky so wanted to refuse but knew it was useless these didn't look like people to be messed with and did as she told allowing the ball to be forced deep into her mouth, between them to two women then cut a number of strips of the clear tape from the roll which were smoothed down over Becky’s lips and all of her lower face. Once the women had finished the auctioneer returned to inspect their work.
“I always like to test the effectiveness of the gag.” She said with a grin.
She pulled down one of the cups of Becky’s bra and pinched nipple as hard as she could. Becky’s scream could barely be heard.
“Excellent job as always ladies thank you.” She said with a smile as a replaced the sobbing girl’s bra.
The two women in white then left.
“I think I’ll just add a couple more pieces of tape after all.” The auctioneer said cutting more strips from the roll.
“You’re probably thinking why clear tape? Well in the past we’ve tried all kinds of gags but the viewers have complained about not being able to see girls faces properly or the girls faces were distorted, hence the reason we now use this very strong but very transparent tape, we’d hate to partially hide or distort this pretty face of yours.” The woman explained as she stuck the tape over the others pieces.
Once she had finished Becky tried to open her mouth to test the strength of the tape sealing her lips but she was unable to move her jaw it was just like her lips had been super glued together.
Once she was satisfied with her work the auctioneer took a red lip stick from her pocket and wrote a large number sixteen on Becky chest just above her breasts before leaving. For the next hour or so more girls were brought in and Becky watched as they were secured to the remaining posts. Once all sixteen posts were occupied the auctioneer called out.
“Bring in our guests and let this morning’s viewing session begin”
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