EXTRACURRICULAR 1 - Extract

© DrkFetyshNyghts 2015

 

The girl, Debs was her name, was hanging by her wrists, from the centre of the underneath of the steel platform that formed the floor in the hangar above. Her wrists had been bound tightly, so tightly that her hands were blue from the lack of circulation. And her fingers were blue as well, but despite that they were curling and uncurling. It was an action that she repeated time after time, as though that action was helping her through. And yet the tone and the pitch of her whimpering and crying told that she was not coping at all. There was nothing positive for this young girl. Nothing at all. She was naked. Absolutely naked. But there was no other bondage holding her. Her legs, long and spindly were moving independent of each other. And her toes were curling as well. They were closing up and opening up again. And they were spreading apart. This constant curling and spreading of her toes, and the curling and the uncurling of fingers told that this poor young girl was in an amount of distress that was not normal. Not fair even.

The age of the girl would have been hard to determine. Not least it would be hard to determine because of her surroundings and the environment that she was in. This place was so huge, so industrial, that she seemed tiny in comparison. It was just unnatural within this place to come across a human being, a very young female human being suspended like this. And she was suspended. Her feet off the floor. In with her toe curling actions were the repeated attempts by her for her toes to touch solid ground. That couldn't happen though. She was a slim girl. And quite tall girl and had hair that was thick. Like a mane of thick chestnut colour hair that would have been immaculate and well kept. The state of it though was kind of a hint as to the length of time that this young girl had been unable to look after herself. The length of time that she had not been able to pull and comb through those slightly waved, thick locks. It had become unkempt, and knotted. There were signs that at some point she had been dripping with sweat because the ends of the strands of her hair were still damp.

No, wait, she was still sweating. The effort taken to withstand what was happening to her were have created that sweat naturally. The physical effort and the effort mentally that must have been great. There was no doubt that this girl was in the process of suffering - suffering a lot. The surroundings, the environment, the noises that this girl was making would not have led anyone to any other conclusion. And her eyes, huge green eyes were bulging. There was a fear there. A real fear. Her cheeks kept inflating and deflating, but they would do that. And her nostrils were flared. She had to breathe through her nostrils because her pretty mouth was gagged. Gagged tightly. That tight gagging was muffling the whimpering and the other sounds that she made. There was still a desperation there - a very vivid desperation that she didn't want to be in this place any more. That she didn't want to be here anymore and that she needed to get away from here - the sooner the better. But there was also a resignation that she might have explored and failed to find a way out of this place. Or indeed out of her current predicament. Little beads of sweat had dripped from her chin, and to the valley between budding breasts. There was that very definite swell of breasts that would at any time burst through and erupt into mammaries of epic proportions. But that time wasn't yet. Not quite yet.

Nothing was happening to her at that precise time. Something had happened to her. Of that there was no doubt. She was in too much despair, and she was too frightened for nothing to have happened up to this point. But for now she was just hanging. And swinging. And opening and closing her fists. And curling her toes and scissoring her legs. And whimpering. And to one side there were two figures. These figures kind of gave a hint, or gave credence to the age of the suspended girl. Very definite mature adult figures. One male, one female. The female shapely, curvy. That shape and those curves enhanced by a fitted, tight black leather dress. The dress hemmed above her knees and in such a way that the length of her legs was obvious. Those legs sheathed in a sheer black nylon. That nylon sporting fine, very fine seams up the backs of her legs. Her feet arched quite severely into stiletto courts. And she was standing in such a way that her legs were parted and pressured against the tightness of the dress. The man was leather clad as well. Leather jeans and a leather waistcoat. The thing about these two people was that they were unidentifiable. They were unidentifiable because both wore leather hoods. Fitted, tight leather hoods that covered their faces and their head. There were eye slits and there were clusters of tiny nostril holes. And there were mouth holes. Her red lips protruded from her mouth hole. And from the crown of her hood a plume of platinum blonde hair in the form of a high tight pony tail which might have been real, or not. Either way, these people were unidentifiable. And it was clear that they had been doing some kind of work on the girl.