Darcey's Destruction: Chapter 2 - The Warehouse - The Nightmare Comes True
Around 5 minutes or so went by before she finally saw Lisa through the office window. She motioned Darcey out with her finger in a "come here" motion. Darcey smiled, still hoping to win her favor, and stepped out of the office. She immediately noticed a group of men to her left that had been out of view of the window. They were holding a large man whose hands were bound behind his back and whose head was covered with a bag. She heard him mumbling vigorously, obviously attempting to shout. It seemed like he should be louder even with the bag over his head. She was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on when she realized the man was Ron. She could tell by his shirt, pants, and shoes, all of which she had bought for him on one of her shopping trips. Her heart began to pound in her chest.
"What is going on?" Darcey asked, directing her question to Lisa, who stood smiling in front of her, an odd look in her eyes. "What are you doing to Ron? Why is everyone being so weird? Is this some kind of prank?" She took a step towards Ron, intending to pull the bag off his head.
Lisa's full open handed slap came out of nowhere, smacking in to Darcey's left cheek and twisting her head sharply to the right. Her left ear stung, and she collapsed to the ground, catching herself on one knee at the last second. Her hands were barely holding her up off the concrete floor. She started to speak, but was interrupted by Lisa. "There has been a little bit of a mutiny here today. Your husband pissed us all off pretty good this morning. I think he is getting a bit too arrogant and forgetting who does all the work around here." Darcey noticed the men holding Ron nodding in agreement to Lisa's words, and Ron's mumbling got more heated. He had obviously heard the smack and Darcey's yelp of pain. "We were coming up with all sorts of ways to pay him back for being such an asshole, and were even contemplating a swim in the river with a concrete block, and then you walked in." Lisa smiled, and the smile was evil. Lisa's eyes were looking Darcey up and down now, and not hiding it. Was that expression on her face lust? Or something else? Lisa spoke again, this time with more venom in her voice. "You're gonna have to work for us for a while to get Ron back into our good graces. He can thank us later."
Darcey stood shakily and looked at Lisa. "Lisa," Darcey said, taking another step towards her. "What are you talking about? What are you planning?" She felt strong arms grab hers from behind. She tried to wrestle free but they held firm. She was starting to panic and could feel tears welling up. Don't cry now, she told herself. She took a deep breath. She knew she was in a dangerous situation with very few options. Her best bet was still to appeal to their humanity. If she tried to fight her way loose she knew she would only end up hurt.
"I don't understand, please explain. This is crazy! You can't do this! What did we ever do to you? Are you really going to risk your freedom over whatever this is?" Lisa looked at the rest of the men in turn before turning back to Lisa. "Please, you know we have children. You've met them often. Think of them, at least."
Lisa smiled back at her. She was clearly enjoying the show. "The kids aren't here, and if you take what we give you I think you both have a chance at surviving this." With that, she turned on her heel and walked towards the next aisle down. "Bring them both."
Darcey noted that the men were completely deferring to Lisa, following her commands without question. What the fuck has happened? She wondered. Darcey looked at Ron, who was still mumbling and struggling under the weight of the men holding him. She had no choice but to follow Lisa. She felt the tears building up again and wiped them away. She knew Ron wasn't going to be able to help her, and there was nothing he could do to stop it either. She would just have to see what they wanted and look for a way out. She followed Lisa down the aisle, knowing that if she ran she would only put herself at greater risk.
Lisa stopped halfway, and the the rest of the group did as well, Ron and his captors bringing up the rear. "Lower the crane." Lisa said, and one of the guys walked over to the shelving and grabbed a small control box. He pressed a button, and Lisa heard clanging from above her. Looking up, she saw a large hook attached to a chain start lowering from the ceiling. She had no idea what they were going to do with it, but it terrified her.
"Please don't do this. This is sick Lisa." Darcey said, no longer able to contain her tears and sobs. "Just let us go and we will never come back."
Lisa reached up and grabbed the hook, which hovered just over Lisa's head. "That last part is only true if you don't cooperate. You might be worse for the wear when this is over but I'll try to make sure you can walk, eventually." Lisa said. "Tie her hands and put them on the hook." Two men quickly grabbed her hands and began attempting to bind them. With a sudden burst of strength, Darcey shoved backwards, breaking free. She tried to make a break for the front door, but someone kicked her leg and she went sprawling to the floor. landing prone. Her chin smacked hard and she bit her tongue. She tried to stand quickly and get away, but a hand grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. "Stupid bitch." Lisa said, looking at her. She spit on Darcey's face, and then punched her hard in the gut. The air shot from Darcey's lungs, and she began coughing and wheezing. Lisa pulled her to her feet and smacked her face hard several times. "I definitely won't be nice now. That was a dumb idea. I think Ron should pay too." Lisa nodded to the men holding Ron, and they each kicked him three or four times. He yelled in pain and did his best to avoid or lessen the kicks, but with his head covered and his hands and feet bound it was fruitless. He fell to his side, but one of the men pulled him back to his knees.
"Stop, stop!" Darcey said. "I won't do it again. Please just stop and let us go." She was openly crying now.
"Do you hear that Ron?" Lisa said. "Your slut whore wife is taking one for the team. What should we do first? Her ass? Her tits? Maybe let the guys all take turns fucking her face?" Ron mumbled and jerked violently, trying to break free, but one of the men kicked him in the stomach and he keeled over, wheezing again. "Get her up on the hook." Lisa said.
The men tied her wrists firmly with some coarse rope, which bit into her skin. They lifted her hands over her head and looped her wrists over the hook, then the man at the controls raised it. When she was just high enough that her toes were barely touching, Lisa motioned for him to stop. The pain was intense, and Darcey knew it was just getting started. The rope cut into her wrists more, and the weight of her body hanging from the hook pulled tightly on her hands and arms. She pressed down on her toes to unload as much weight as possible from her hands, but the chain swayed slowly, making it hard for her to stay put.
"That's more like it." Lisa said, walking around her and looking her over. "Now we can have some fun."
One of the men moved towards Darcey and reached towards her shirt. Lisa immediately kicked him in the balls, and he went to his knees. "I told you what I say, when I say. If we are doing this I'm in charge."
"Sorry." He said, walking in a crouch back to the ring of men around them. Darcey counted nine men, plus Lisa and Ron. Lisa was back to her spot in front of Darcey.
"Go get a couple of the tool boxes." Lisa said, and began running a finger along Darcey's shirt, over her breasts. "These really are magnificent." She said. "I've always wanted to see them. Today we'll all do more than that." Before Darcey could even object, Lisa grabbed her shirt with one hand on each collar and ripped violently. Her buttons snapped, and Lisa's tits busted loose, only her slightly and intentionally one size too small bra containing them. She felt like a fool. Why had she dressed this way, today of all days? The men cheered Lisa on, their eyes staring hungrily at Darcey's tits.
One man began chanting "All the way, all the way, all the way!" And the others joined in. Lisa made a show of it, walking around Darcey, slapping her ass, and pulling her head back by her hair. She bit Lisa's ear firmly, but not enough to draw blood.
"You want to see more?" She asked the men, teasing them. Darcey heard Ron voicing complaint again. "Hand me some scissors." Darcey began to panic. Scissors? One of the men, Jeff, reached into a toolbox and pulled out some large shears. Lisa took them from him and walked behind Lisa. Lisa felt her shirt tug and heard the sound of the scissors cutting. Thirty seconds later her shirt lay at her feet in three separate strips of cloth. Darcey was bare from the waist up, except for her bra covering her boobs. The lacey bra left little to the imagination. She could tell her nipples were hard and she could see them protruding. They were visible through the lace, that peek-a-boo aesthetic that was sexy in lingerie was now a source of humiliation.
They have to be hard from fear, she thought. The humiliation continued to pile up. Lisa stepped back in front of her. "Do we cut her bra first, or get the jeans off?" She held up the scissors and clicked them open and closed a few times. The men shouted "jeans" or "bra" back to Lisa. "All in favor of bra, say aye!" Lisa shouted. The response was a pretty loud "aye!" back at her. "All in favor of getting those jeans off and exposing this fine black ass, say aye!" Lisa gave Darcey's ass a smack. The shout back was louder this time. "Jeans it is!" Lisa yelled. The men whooped in excitement.
Oh God, Darcey thought. I'm wearing a thong that matches this bra. She pleaded with Lisa again. "Please don't. I'll do anything. Please stop." She was sobbing again.
"Oh I know you'll do anything." Lisa replied mischievously. "You don't really have a choice." Lisa grabbed a greasy rag from the toolbox and stuffed it deep into Darcey's mouth. The depth, the taste, and the stench made her start gagging. "Gagging already? You'll be doing a lot more of that soon enough." Darcey's sobs increased. She couldn't get the rag out of her mouth, or at least wasn't willing to try to hard lest she get beaten more.
Lisa walked behind Darcey and put her hands on her hips, pulling her back. Her back was slightly arched now, her ass sticking out just a little. She strained to hold herself on her toes. "Hold that position or you and Ron both get bloodied up, and I mean it!" Darcey strained on her toes, her panic rising. How was she going to hold this position? She had to push on her toes and hold her ass back, which strained her hands on the rope even more. The pain was becoming unbearable and her calves already burned from standing on her toes before Lisa had decided to relieve her of her pants.
Lisa shoved her violently, causing Darcey to stumble forward. Her weight shifted completely to the hook and chain, and she swung forward, toes dragging the ground but not holding any weight. "Oops!" Lisa said mockingly. "I told you to hold that position. I guess we'll have to punish you." Darcey opened her mouth to object, but her hair was pulled violently back and Lisa slapped her hard several times. She pulled the rag out of Darcey's mouth, and stuck her hand down Darcey's throat making her gag. When she finally pulled it out, Darcey was on the verge of throwing up. "Punish him too." Lisa said, pointing to Ron. Darcey heard several kicks or punches land on Ron, and he grunted in pain.
"Let's try this again." Lisa said, putting the rag back in and pulling Darcey's hips back. Darcey strained to hold the position, even with Lisa holding her hips. She was sobbing, her throat hurt, and her face stung in multiple places. Her hands and wrists were on fire, her shoulders ached, and her feet and calves burned from trying to keep her bodyweight supported. "Oh don't worry." Lisa said, and Darcey felt her slide the cold steel of the scissors slowly down her back towards the top of her ass crack. "I won't push you this time." As she finished the last bit, Darcey felt Lisa pull hard on the back of her waistband, and then heard the snipping of scissors. The jeans began to give way. Lisa stopped, and Darcey could feel the air on her now exposed ass. She heard some hoots from the men. "Nice thong." Lisa teased. "It's almost like you came dressed to please us." Lisa grabbed Darcey's lacey red thong at the top of the T, and yanked up violently. The sudden forceful wedgie caught Darcey off guard, and she started stumbling. She pushed back and held her position, biting through the pain and clenching down on the dirty rag. Tears streamed from her eyes.
"Guys." Lisa said. "We need to get her jeans the rest of the way off. You can rip them off, but only her jeans! No scissors, use those big muscles of yours." Lisa walked around in front of Darcey, grabbing her chin in her hand. The men descended on Darcey, clawing at her jeans. They tried to pull them apart, pull them down, anything they could do. They pushed and shoved each other out of the way, many bumping in to her. Lisa's firm grip on her head helped her remain steady. "Are you liking this you nasty slut?" Lisa said, and slapped Darcey hard on her right cheek. She pulled the rag back out of Darcey's mouth, and shoved some fingers into the back of her throat again. Darcey gagged, trying to pull her head away, but Lisa just held her firmly by the head. She let go of her face and pulled her forward, taking her off balance again. Darcey hung freely from the hook, her hands and wrists throbbing. They had gone numb and fallen asleep some time ago, but the increased pressure on them brought new sensations of pain.
The men continued to pull and rip her pants. Some snuck in a couple grabs of her ass when they knew Lisa wasn't looking, and one jammed his finger into her cunt, forcing her thong inside her, it being the only thing stopping him from penetrating her completely. Finally, her jeans were ripped free with one last, strong, pull. Her legs stung with rug burn from where they had repeatedly tried to pull her jeans off. Denim was strong and not easy to tear. Darcey stood in only her thong and bra. The sexy red duo seemed so stupid and humiliating now. Darcey sobbed more, her body on fire, trying to stand up and get the weight off her toes.
"You really are a sexy bitch." Lisa said, lightly running a finger from Darcey's chin, down her neck, between her breasts, and stopping at her pubic region. "I should have done this sooner. Fucked a lot of women but you are the first MILF I've had a chance to have fun with." Lisa moved her hand under Darcey's panty line, then abruptly started fingering her clit, roughly. She moved down, fingering her hole, and applying enough upward pressure between her legs to make it even harder than it already was for Darcey to hold her position. Darcey squirmed, Lisa's unwelcome fingers clawing at her insides. Lisa began vigorously thrusting in and out of her cavity, making Darcey squirm and scream into her rag. Without warning, Lisa pulled her hand out, ripped the rag out of Darcey's mouth, and then shoved her juice covered fingers inside. "Do you like how you taste?" Darcey tried to pull her head back and away, but Lisa slapped her. "Don't even think about it. This can get a lot worse. It probably still will, but you might want to behave for Ron's sake."
Lisa pulled her hand out of Darcey's mouth. "Actually, I think it's time to really start playing and having fun." Lisa stepped back several steps, leaving room between her and Darcey. "OK guys." Lisa said, looking at her watch. "You have 15 seconds, when I say go, to do whatever you want." The men immediately started moving towards Darcey. "Stop! 15 seconds, not one second more, so make sure whatever you do you can stop quickly. Any man still going after 15 seconds is done."
Darcey started sobbing, terror setting in. "No, no, no. Please no. Please stop. I'll give you all our mon-."
"Go!" Lisa's command interrupted Darcey's pleading, and Darcey quickly lost sight of her. She heard Lisa counting off the numbers. Hands grasped and clawed at her body. Her bra was brutally ripped free, followed by her thong. Each was pulled from her violently. Her tits bounced free, hands grasping and squeezing them. Fingers pinched nipples, and the men fought for access to her naked body. Fingers jammed into her vagina and asshole, and hands repeatedly slapped and squeezed her ass. One man pulled her hair back and smacked her repeatedly. He did this the entire 15 seconds, letting his co-workers have the rest of her. After what seemed like an eternity, Lisa finally shouted. "Stop!"
Darcey sobbed uncontrollably. Ron was mumbling again, and again was quieted with a kick or punch or something. Darcey couldn't see. Her nipples, vagina, and asshole stung, and her cheek throbbed. Lisa stepped up to her, lifting her chin and looking her in the eyes. Darcey could see her face, a mess of running make up and streaking tears, reflected in Lisa's glasses. "That's just a little warm up. If you are hurting now you are in for a rough couple hours." She twisted Darcey's right nipple hard. Darcey tried not to give her the satisfaction of an audible response, but couldn't help but let out a gasp of pain. Lisa moved her hand down to Darcey's clit and began vigorously rubbing it again, using her other hand to alternate nipples that she pinched, twisted, and slapped. The men were cheering her on. "Joe," Lisa said, "Go crank up some music on the warehouse speakers. It's about to get louder in here." The men cheered again, and Joe, who Darcey knew well and had even had over for a couple barbecues, ran off to crank up the music.
"Tom." Lisa said. "Grab the fork lift and bring one of the pallets with boxes. Grab one that is only half full." Darcey strained to hold her position, feeling her face burn with humiliation, tears still streaming. She started to say something, but Lisa stepped up to her and kissed her fully, jamming her tongue into Darcey's mouth. Darcey tried to pull away, but Lisa's hand on the back of her head kept them locked. Lisa bit Darcey's lip lightly, then pulled back and slapped her. "It's time to quit playing around. When Tom gets back you are getting fucked."
Darcey began to panic, and she heard Ron stir again. How she would have loved Lisa to kiss her in a much different situation. She'd never dreamed something like this could happen and that Lisa could do something like this. She wasn't surprised by the men. Most men were animals, and this group wasn't exactly the cream of the crop, but she was still stunned that no one said anything on her behalf. Suddenly, music assaulted her ears, echoing through the warehouse. The volume decreased a notch, but it stayed loud enough that anyone outside wouldn't notice any other noises, especially since Joe had chosen some horrible screaming punk metal or something.
Joe returned a few seconds later, his eyes taking Darcey in lustfully. He took his place with the group. Lisa was caressing Darcey as Tom pulled around the corner with the forklift, a pallet of boxes loaded on it. "Lower the hoist." Lisa said, she directed Tom down the aisle. She motioned for him to drop it a few feet in front of Darcey. The chain began to lower, and Darcey's limbs flared in pain. As the tension on her wrists released, blood surged back into her hands, tingling, stinging, and throbbing coming along with it. Her legs shook, and she collapsed, her body shaking. She leaned forward on her knees, covering her breasts with her hands as best she could.
"That won't do at all, bitch." Lisa said. "I think it's time to make sure you know what you are up against. Guys, stand Ron up and take the bag off his head." Fear crawled up Darcey's spine, a sickening feeling settling in her gut. She didn't want Ron to see her like this. Two of the guys did as Lisa asked, and they pulled him around so he was in Darcey's field of view.
"Stand up, slut." Lisa said. Darcey did so, reluctantly, still covering her breasts as best she could. "Good girl." Lisa cooed at her. Ron tried to break free of the men holding him, but one of them pulled him backwards by his bound hands, causing him to fall on his ass. The men in the group laughed. Ron's captors stood him back up. "Tie him to the rack." Lisa instructed. Ron resisted, but was kicked and punched into submission. The men used cargo tie downs to restrain him to one of the supports holding the beefy warehouse racks. Lisa grabbed the scissors and the pliers from the toolbox and walked over to Ron, opening and closing both threateningly.
"No!" Darcey cried. "Don't touch him. How sick are you? Leave him alone!"
"You have no idea how very sick I actually am." Lisa said, stepping up to Ron. She placed the scissors over his ear lobe and closed them just tight enough to clinch his skin. "Ron, if you even twitch, I cut. Darcey, release those nice tits. From here on out, any resistance or hesitation on your part results in something on Ron being snipped or plied off. I think the music will be loud enough to cover his screams from outside, but you'll see and hear him just fine from here."
Darcey's sobs turned into full blown crying, racking her body. "Please. Please please please no."
"Ok then." Lisa said, turning to look at Ron. Darcey immediately panicked and realized Lisa was going to cut.
"Ok, ok. Here!" She released her breasts, holding her bound hands down in front of her. "I did what you said. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt him anymore." Darcey continued sobbing. All Darcey could think about was how she had fantasized about a much lesser version of something like this, and the old saying "be careful what you wish for" came to mind.