A LIFT INTO DARKNESS SeXStoRY

Author unknown. Brenda stood at the roadside, staring forlornly at her car. What a time for it to break down. And what a place - miles from anywhere. It was getting late, with the light starting to fade, and she feared being stranded in this place once it was truly dark. She was also wary of how vulnerable she was, on her own, and she was determined not to accept a lift from anyone who looked at all suspicious. There had been stories of a number of young girls from this general area going missing, and whilst such stories might be alarmist nonsense, she was not going to take unnecessary chances. On the other hand, Brenda was not as fussy as she might have been half an hour ago, and she half regretted turning down an offer of a lift from a crowd of teenage boys. They had probably been harmless enough, but they had eyed her rather directly, enough to make her uneasy. She was easy to look at, she knew, with a good figure, quite well in proportion, except for breasts that were perhaps a tad full. On another girl, her breasts might have looked too large, but she was a tall young woman, with a good carriage, and her breasts were firm, without a trace of sag, so she got away with it. She was aware, however, how readily a man’s eyes were drawn to her body, and had learned caution the hard way. Her thoughts were interrupted as an ambulance came into view, moving quite slowly, without it’s lights flashing. Brenda thumbed, more in hope than in anticipation, and she was quite surprised when the vehicle pulled up level with her. The side windows of the cab were darkened glass, and Brenda could see nothing of the driver and his passenger until the window nearest to her glided down in response to a button in the door. At the wheel was a good-looking young man in his late twenties. Next to him sat an older nurse with a rather severe, humorless face. The two inside exchanged glances, and something unspoken passed between them. “Would you like a lift?” said the driver. “We are going through to the next town where you will find a garage” Brenda accepted. How glad she was to find a safe lift, even if it was to be in an ambulance. “You will have to travel in the back, young lady,” said the nurse, climbing down and moving to the back of the vehicle to open the rear doors. “And that means laying on the stretcher, I am afraid,” added the driver over his shoulder, as Brenda climbed into the back. “We have no seats for passengers.” “Can’t I just sit on the edge of the stretcher?” asked Brenda. “No can do,”, replied the river - “there is no seat-belt, and that would be against regulations.” Brenda wanted the lift and she wasn’t about to quarrel over some petty regulation. She stretched herself out on the cot in the back. To her surprise, the nurse pulled down a blanket to cover her, and made to tuck it in. “Put your arms under the blanket please,” said the nurse in an authoritative tone. Brenda found herself obeying, almost automatically. The blanket was tucked in tightly all round her body. Then straps were drawn into place, buckled into slots at the side of the cot. “Just so you cannot roll out, dear,” said the nurse, as she busied herself with the buckles. No fewer than four straps were drawn down, two over her upper body, one over her thighs, and one across her ankles. As soon as the last strap was in place, the nurse went back to each in turn and pulled each strap very tight indeed, before fastening each buckle for the last time. Brenda was quite uncomfortable. “Is this really necessary?” she asked. “These straps are so tight I can hardly breathe.” The nurse ignored he comment, tested the traps one final time and seemed to relax. “OK, Doug, she’s secure,” she called out to her partner. “But I will travel in the back with her in case she gets too frisky.” As she spoke the ambulance pulled away, back into the road, but Brenda could sense the immediate U-turn, as it headed back in the direction that it had came from, which was away from any nearby town. This, and the odd words of the nurse, alarmed Brenda, and she strove to wriggle free, to sit up, and to see what was happening. But, to her consternation she found that with her arms, pinned to her sides by the blanket and the straps, she was effectively trapped. But still she continued wriggle, trying to draw one arm up free of the blanket, so as to get at, and loosen, the constricting buckles. “Stop that!”, said the nurse, “or it will be the worse for you.” Now thoroughly alarmed, Brenda made renewed efforts to get one arm out of the blanket cocoon. “We have got a live one here, Doug,” called the nurse. “I am going to have to keep her quiet.” “Fine,” said Doug, “but don’t use chloroform. They are always sick afterwards, and I am tired of having to clean out this tub. And don’t put her too far under. I expect the boss will want to play with her when we get back, and he won’t be pleased if she is out cold.” What on earth was going on? The implications of the exchange were just too terrible. Brenda struggled furiously. “You are wasting your time, dear,” said the nurse, looking with an amused smile at the struggling girl. “I have had a fair amount of practice with that set-up, and no-one has got free yet. But just in case you have plans to be the first, I have something here that will save you a lot of effort.” With that, the nurse pulled out a short stool and sat herself at the head of the cot. Then she opened a cupboard above Brenda’s head, and pulled down a black rubber mask. She connected the mask to a length of corrugated tubing that led to two cylinders at the head of the cot, one blue, the other black and white. She turned a valve, made an adjustment, and a strong hissing sound came from the mask. She took the mask in one hand, and cupped the other hand under Brenda’s chin, taking a firm grip with long, strong fingers, Brenda, still struggling as hard as she could, tried to turn her head away, but the strong hand gripped her chin firmly, and stopped her head from turning. The mask descended, bringing with it the cloying smell of rubber, mixed with a sweeter, not unpleasant, smell as the mask touched her face. Brenda felt the nurse adjust the position of the mask a little, pressing the soft cushion hard against her face until it was a snug fit over her mouth and nose, cutting off all outside air. “Just breathe deeply, dear and this won’t take a minute. Don’t try to fight it. We won’t hurt you. Come on now, deep breath….. That’s it….. Now another….. Fine….. another…… there, that isn’t so bad is it?” The voice, so reassuring, so professional, was at the same time so chillingly cold, sending waves of fear through the trapped girl. Desperately Brenda struggled to resist the anaesthetic, trying with all her f***e to free her head from the vice-like grip that held it. But as she struggled she took deep breath after deep breath of the sweet-smelling gas. She heard a strange, humming noise, then realised that the noise was come from inside her own head, and was growing louder with every second. Eventually, sobbing and screaming, she freed one arm from the blanket and snatched at the mask. But even as she did so, the world started to blur, and her fingers seemed to lack the strength to pull against the nurse. Another deep breath….. Brenda grunted with effort and brought the face of the nurse back into focus. The nurse was smiling down at her, as Brenda drew yet another deep breath of the gas mixture. Her muffled screams into the mask were weakening. They seemed to echo, strangely, inside Brenda’s head, and at last she started to relax. The arm that was free waved vaguely in the direction of the mask, but then sagged back limply, falling down against the blanket. She felt herself float off the bed, in a strange, spinning motion, with the humming in her head growing to a loud rushing sound that seemed to drive away her very ability to think. The face above her began to melt and fade. Brenda stopped struggling entirely, drew another deep sobbing breath, and then her eyes started to close, becoming thin unseeing slits above the rubber of the mask. The battle was over, and her eyes closed fully, as the captive collapsed into a limp, unmoving form, fully unconscious at last. Fast asl**p, Brenda continued to breath steadily and deeply from her exertions, whilst the nurse maintained her grip of the mask on the face of her unwilling patient. The nurse took hold of the girl’s earlobe, and twisted it, pulling sharply. The girl gave an almost inaudible grunt into the mask, but did not stir. “She’s under, Doug, no trouble at all. She struggled like a real vixen, but the struggling just makes them breathe the gas in more quickly. I only gave her Nitrous Oxide, and she will recover as soon as we get her back to the boss.” The nurse sat comfortably in the swaying ambulance, staring impassively into space, with one hand holding the rubber mask in place over the face of the sl**ping girl. …………………… Brenda dreamt heavily, a grotesque nightmare in which she felt she was in a large hospital, being wheeled on a stretcher along endless corridors. The ceiling seemed to flash by in a blur of motion, as she lay, apparently paralysed, on the moving trolley. Consciousness slowly returned, and with it’s return the dreams and reality merged. She was indeed on a trolley of some sort, being wheeled through the rooms of a large house, looking up at the ceiling above her. The sense of paralysis came from the pinning effect of the straps across her body. As she awoke, the trolley stopped. The nurse, who had been pushing it, leant over Brenda to whisper in her ear. “I know you are frightened c***d, but get a grip, quickly. Whatever you do, behave yourself in the next few minutes. The boss is a right bastard, and I wouldn’t be in your shoes for all the world. But at least you are alive, which is more than you will be if you give him any trouble.” With that, a tall, middle-aged man stepped into view. He had a hard, cruel face, which was quite without expression as he looked down at Brenda on the trolley. “Not a bad looker, this time,” he said, “but nothing that special, is she?” “You wait till you see her tits,” said the nurse, “they will really be worth your attention.” The two might have been discussing a slab of meat, so impersonal were their remarks. Brenda shuddered with fear, but mindful of the nurse’s warning, she choked back her tears and lay still. “Get her out of that,” said the boss, and the nurse began to unstrap the blanket arrangement that had held Brenda to the trolley. At last she was free, and Brenda swung her long legs to the ground, and stood up, a little unsteadily. The boss stared at her, eyeing her breasts openly. “Yeah - they look like they might be fun to play with for a while,” he said coarsely, “but let’s have a proper look - I don’t want to find I’ve got the hots for a load of falsies.” He looked into Brenda’s face for the first time. “Strip off, bitch!” Still holding back her tears, and still trembling with fear, Brenda undid the buttons of her blouse, and pulled it off her shoulders. Her thin bra left no doubt as to the honesty of her figure, but the man gestured briefly “Get that off, girl! I want to see your tits, not you underclothes.” Humiliated by the crude comment, Brenda battled for her self-control, biting her tongue as she reached behind her back to unclip her bra. He full breasts spilled out as the clips came undone - the man licked his lips in obvious approval. “They aren’t bad at all, are they?” he said, eyeing the girl who stood before him. He turned on his heel. “Check her out and then bring her to me in my room. I want her properly prepared. I’m in the mood for some rough stuff. Haven’t you got some rubber gear that will fit that lot? And set up the bondage stuff as well. And do it now - that girl has made me horny!” He walked away, leaving the trembling, half-naked girl standing with the nurse. “What is going to happen to me?”, asked Brenda, turning to the nurse, although in her heart she already knew the answer. “You are going to be his plaything for a while, dear,” said the nurse. “You might be with him a few days, perhaps even a few weeks, if you are very good at satisfying him. Much depends on whether Doug and I find anything else out on the roads. But he is a kinky cruel sod, as I am sure you have worked out for yourself.” “If you behave yourself, and don’t irritate him, you will survive your time. He will probably introduce you to heroin, to keep you chained to this house. When he bores with you, well, who knows? Some of the girls have been moved on to friends in L.A., but other have simply disappeared. Just don’t get on his nerves. The last girl who really annoyed him played the lead part in a snuff movie that we made in this very house.” Brenda had never heard words so cold and heartless. She looked at the door, contemplating flight. The nurse read her mind. “Don’t be a damned fool. You won’t even get out of this house, and if you did, the dogs outside would haul you down, and he would stand and laugh whilst they tore you to pieces. Just stay alive.” “Help me, please!” implored the girl. “Why should I risk my neck. In his present mood, he might want me if he can’t have you,” replied the nurse coldly, “and anyway, I need him. He has what I have to have.” And she turned her arm outward, revealing the tell-tale tracks down the vein inside her forearm. “Come with me, c***d,” placing her hand on Brenda’s bare shoulders. “For heaven’s sake don’t be stupid. Nothing lasts for ever. And, believe me, things could be worse.” The nurse took the girl to a small room at the top of the house. She made Brenda strip right off and had her climb up on to an examination couch. Her ankles were hoisted into stirrups at the foot of the couch, and the nurse proceeded to give Brenda a thorough examination. “Glad to see you are clean,” said the nurse, “as you wouldn’t be any use to him at all if you weren’t. And at least you are not a virgin. The last one we brought here was, and she had a terrible time with him.” The nurse turned to a cupboard and rummaged in it for a minute. “I’ve got some rubber gear in here somewhere. It always seems to turn him on. Ah! Here we are, put this on,” she said, throwing a thin rubber vest at Brenda, “and be quick about it - we mustn’t keep him waiting.” Brenda climbed down from the couch, and tried to pull on the vest, but it was far too small. “It doesn’t matter that it’s tight,” said the nurse, seeing Brenda struggling to f***e her ample figure into the tight rubber. “It will make your tits stand out all the more. Let me help.” The nurse filled her hands with talc and pushed them into the vest, squeezing Brenda’s breasts into the bra section. There were two holes in the front of the vest, and the nurse worked Brenda’s nipples into them, painfully pulling the nipples out through the holes, ignoring Brenda’s cry of anguish. The nurse slapped the exposed nipples with the flat of her hand. Brenda squealed with the sharp pain, and stepped back from the woman. “Keep still damn you,” said the nurse, pulling her back and slapping the girl’s breasts again and again. The nipples reddened and went hard and pert with the cruel treatment, and the nurse looked down, pleased with her efforts. “That should turn him on, eh?” she said, giving the nipples a last, painful twist with her fingers, and looking up at the terrified girl. “Now some pants,” said the nurse, passing Brenda a pair of black rubber panties. The girl drew them over her full hips with difficulty. They had a small zip at the crotch, which caught her hairs painfully when the nurse pulled it closed. “Next, some boots, and quick!” The boots were of black leather, with impossibly high heels. They were long, reaching almost to the edge of the rubber panties. Together they worked them on, and zipped up the sides so that they were a tight fit. The boots had an unusual clip at each ankle, and the nurse took a thick, flexible rod, and fastened each end of it to a clip on the boot, effectively hobbling Brenda. “Just in case you feel tempted to kick him, dear,” said the nurse with a laugh. “Hands out,” said the nurse, and Brenda offered her hands forward. “Hands behind you, stupid,” came the response, and Brenda stood, teetering on her high heels and put her hands behind her back. The nurse strapped her wrists together with a short strap, pulling it as tight as she could. A second strap went over Brenda’s forearms, just below her elbows, and a third was pulled over her upper arms, pulled so tight that her elbows almost touched. The nurse returned to each strap, and found another notch, ignoring Brenda as she cried out in pain. The tight straps made Brenda arch her back, and push her chest out, a result that seemed to amuse and please the nurse. The nurse stood back to check her work. “Nearly ready,” she said, “now open your mouth - he doesn’t like grizzling or chatter.” Thoroughly cowed, Brenda opened her mouth. “Wider!” said the nurse and f***ed a large ‘O’ ring into Brenda’s mouth, fitting it over her teeth and forcing her mouth open to quite an abnormal degree. A light strap was passed from the ‘O’ ring gag, behind Brenda’s head, and made fast. “Great!”, said the nurse, “Now you cannot bite him ,and I am sure he will find a good use for that tempting mouth of yours! Would you like to look at yourself?” She spun the terrified girl to face a full-length mirror. Brenda could barely recognise the grotesque rubber-clad form that greeted her eyes. She sobbed in bewildered terror at what had happened to her in the last, awful hour. The nurse grabbed Brenda by her bound hands, and thrust her towards an inter-leading door. Balanced on her extra-high heels, her back arched by the web of straps on her arms, hobbled to less than half a pace, Brenda could barely keep her balance, let alone walk. “Have fun!” was the comment, as the nurse opened the door and pushed the bound woman into the room. “Here she is, boss, and not bad at all, even if I say so myself” “Yeah - she’ll do. Let’s put her on the board,” said a voice from the corner, as the man moved out into the light; he was stark naked. In the centre of the room, standing on it’s end at an angle of 45 degrees, was what looked like a thinly padded bed, with a deep ‘U’ shaped cut out along the top edge. The nurse and her boss took hold of Brenda, turned her so that her back was to the board, and then hoisted her off the ground a foot or two. They f***ed Brenda’s bound arms over the edge of the board, over the cut-out, and then lowered her. The nurse clipped Brenda’s wrist strap to a fitting at the back of the board. Brenda was thus half-lying on the board, with her arms trapped over the top, which effectively stopped her sliding down. Her trapped shoulders were also taking part of her weight, as her feet hardly touched the ground. There was no way to free her upper body from the board, so she was almost immobilised, whilst still reasonably free to move her lower body and legs. The man stood back and eyed the imprisoned girl with obvious relish. He reached out and squeezed each of Brenda’s breasts with his large hands. Brenda grunted in agony through the gag, tears running down her face. “Yeah - they’re real enough all right” was the man’s comment. “Now let’s get down to business.” He kicked Brenda’s booted legs apart, as much as the hobble strap would allow, and undid the zip at in her panties. He placed his hand on her crotch. “You’d better have a busy pair of hips, k**,” he said, “I’m in the mood for love!” He placed his hands on the girl’s buttocks, and f***ed himself into her, grunting with effort. He started to pump at her, his hands fastened to the girl’s backside. The r**e was the end of Brenda’s endurance. As the man entered her, she mercifully passed out. Only the edge of the board under her shoulders kept her from slumping to the floor. The man stopped his attack and withdrew in disgust, and turned to the nurse, who had not yet left the room. “She’s out cold - it’s like screwing a dummy. Do something about it, and do it quick.” The nurse scurried out of the room, and returned wheeling a small medical trolley. She picked up a syringe and filled it from a vial. “What the hell’s that stuff,” asked the man. “It’s a powerful hallucinogen,” was the reply.” It will blow her out of her mind and should produce some interesting side effects if we can influence the hallucinations. But I want her awake whilst it all happens, or at least at the start” Brenda was already starting to recover, shaking her head and moaning. The nurse grabbed Brenda’s right nipple between her fingers and squeezed it with all her strength. The sudden, shocking pain brought Brenda fully awake. She tried to kick out at the nurse, at the source of the pain, but her hobbled legs could only twitch uselessly. As soon as she saw the girl was conscious, the nurse pushed the needle into Brenda’s thigh and pressed the plunger home. The nurse put her face up to that of the terrified girl and watched her closely. As soon as Brenda’s eyes started to glaze, the nurse stepped back. “Right, she’s on her way. Now lets give her something to guide those hallucinations.” With that, she picked up a large dildo, complete with a harness, and smeared a lubricant over it. She pushed the dildo into Brenda, fastened the straps, and switched the device on. “Give the d**g a minute to take effect, to start the dreams off the way we want, and then stand back - this stuff is pretty potent.” To Brenda it seemed as the if world comprised one nightmare after another. She struggled back to consciousness in a sea of pain, to the nightmare of the duo in front of her, and hardly felt the sting of the hypodermic as it entered her flesh. In no time at all, she felt her senses starting to swim. The dildo entered her as she fought to retain control of her mind, but even as it entered she felt the strangest sensation at her thigh, where the needle had penetrated. It seemed to the girl that her leg was swelling, and then the swelling invaded her entire body, and she felt her self rise up, away from the board, away from the cruelty, to a place that was safe and out of their reach, to a world of her own. Brenda was dreaming strange, erotic dreams. The thrust and vibration of the dildo within her was converted in her d**gged mind to the vigorous, mad, passionate love-making of Greg, her steady boyfriend. He seemed especially virile tonight, with limitless energy, and she was pleased and thrilled to respond fully to him. She wanted to kiss him, to hug him, but somehow she couldn’t reach him. All she could do was to move her hips, to thrust out to him, trying to match his furious tempo. Time and again she climaxed, each time more special than the one before. She tried to groan and call out to her lover, but her words seemed muffled and indistinct. Back in the real world the nurse and her boss saw the sudden savage frenzy, as the girl drove her hips in time to the thrusting dildo. She twisted and writhed and the man became uncontrollably aroused. He snatched at the straps and undid the dildo, pulling it out and thrusting his own member into the writhing loins of the girl. He tried to match the wildly thrusting hips of the girl, but her movements were too fast and too frenzied. He tried to pin her thrashing body back to the board, but in her d**g-induced delirium she was as strong as he was, and her rubber-clad body was soaked in sweat, slippery and impossible to hold. In his efforts, he slipped out of her, furious and frustrated. “Undo her legs,” he shouted, “and put them up behind my back.” The man drove himself back into the girl, whilst the nurse undid the hobble strap, picking up a sharp kick in the mouth as she did so. Literally spitting bl**d, the nurse grasped the girl’s flailing boots and re-fastened them behind the man’s back, using the short hobble strap, and in doing so she pulled the two bodies inseparably together. “Now get out,” called the man, and the nurse turned and fled the bizarre scene. The man was utterly lost in the vicious r**e he had created. He pushed with all his strength into the bucking body on the board in front of him, until finally he spasmed and spent himself inside her. He collapsed against her, allowing himself to be pinned against the slowing body of the girl, held by the boots fastened across his back, as he sought to regain his strength. So exhausted was he that he failed to notice the beginnings of the girl’s recovery from the d**g, as the girl’s movements continued to slow and finally stopped. The merciful fog in Brenda’s mind thinned and lifted as the d**g started to wear off, leaving her confused and bewildered. She looked down at the man slumped between her legs, and blind fury replaced the emotions that had previously chased through her tortured mind. The girl, who before that day was the gentlest soul on earth, became a savage a****l bent on revenge, and with murder on her mind. With a sudden heave, and without mind to the pain at her shoulders, she raised her bound boots higher up the man’s body; further and higher than ever. The man stirred, thinking she was about to offer him her body again. But the boots slipped still higher, past his shoulders and round his neck. Brenda squeezed her thighs together with all her f***e, and she was a strong girl, made more so by the black anger that now inspired her, and still somewhat demented by the d**gs that had been pumped into her. The boots were tight across the man’s neck, cutting off his air, and starting to choke him. He struggled to free himself, but could get no purchase on the slippery form in front of him - he started to panic. Brenda, meanwhile, managed to cross her ankles, despite the hobble strap, and was able to increase her pressure still further. The man was desperate. His hands groped, seeking something to hold on to. His fingers touched the trolley that the nurse had left behind, and found a pair of pointed scissors. Awkwardly, and with fast ebbing f***e, he reached up to stab the girl. All he managed was a slashing surface cut to her stomach, and the scissors slipped from his grasp. But, as the blades cut into her flesh, the girl convulsed in fear and pain, convulsions that rippled through her body, into her legs, and her grip tightened one more time, until, with an audible snap, the man’s neck broke like a twig. He collapsed, lifeless, back against her, still held tight by the grip across his broken neck, his face buried in her crotch. bl**d poured from the surface wound on the girl’s stomach, running down her belly, into her thighs, into his hair, and down his face. Shocked beyond reason, Brenda kept her legs locked around the dead body of her attacker, as she lay, catatonic, strapped on the frame. And when the police arrived the next morning, it took considerable patient effort by the police surgeon, to disentangle the bl**d-soaked legs of the wounded, traumatised young woman, from the cold stiff body of the man she had killed.