The Breaking of Kitty Pt 3

Kitty slowly came to; the first thing she realised was that she couldn’t see. There was a tight blindfold over her eyes, which allowed no light through. The second realisation was that she was cold and naked and could not move her hands or feet but, before that could fully sink in, the awful third realisation hit—she was going to be sick and her mouth was firmly covered with some sort of tape. Kitty tried to hold back but it was too late. She heaved and her mouth was full of sour liquid. She spluttered, tried to swallow but retched again instead. Suddenly, half the tape was ripped from the middle of her cheek and her mouth was uncovered, releasing the first mouthful of vomit and thesecond of acid bile together. She heaved again and again, until her stomach was empty. She felt fingers lift the side of her face that was lying on the prickly blanket and the rest of the tape was pulled free. She had only felt relief at not choking when the first half had come off, but now the sharp pain bit and Kitty

opened her mouth to scream. Or she would have done if a thick metal bar had not been forced into her mouth and secured tightly behind her head. It forced her tongue down and her lips apart and reduced any sound to a pathetic gurgle.

‘Can you believe it?’ came a man’s voice from above her, ‘I stop this miserable bitch from drowning in her own puke, and all the thanks I get is a sorry little ‘yelp for help’.’ Unbelievably the man sounded genuinely aggrieved. ‘Well, it’s your puke, so you can lie in it.’ Kitty felt his foot against the back of her head and he pushed her face forward into the sticky, warm, puddle of liquid she had just spat out. The rancid smell turned Kitty’s stomach again, but this time the vomit just trickled out of the side of her mouth and added to the pool.

The van seemed to moving at a steady pace but, not knowing how long she had been unconscious and being in complete darkness, Kitty had no sense of time. After a while it slowed and bumped across rough ground for a few minutes and then stopped completely. The engine was switched off. A woman’s voice from a little way off said,

‘Do you want to take her in now, Boss?’

‘No,’ said the man, ‘She can stay here and chill whilst we have a look round.’

The side door opened and a cold draft swept over Kitty’s body.

‘Back soon, whore. Don’t go anywhere.’

The man said calmly, his harsh laugh echoed by the woman. The door swished shut and Kitty heard the driver’s door open and then bang shut. Two beeps told her the alarm system had been activated. Kitty lay still for a few moments to make sure they had gone, desperately trying to quell the terror that threatened to paralyse her mind. Kitty took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She was lying on one side with her hands tied behind her and her feet were bound together. Her hands were not joined to each other at the wrist but instead bent at the elbow with each wrist bound to the opposite lower arm and the rope then passed up and secured above the elbow. She wriggled; there was a little ‘give’ in the rope but nowhere near enough for her to do anything other than stroke the rope with the back of her fingers. She tried shouting, but even in the silence that surrounded her, she knew the muffled noise that made it past the gag would not be heard unless someone was standing right next to the van. Trying to ignore the now-cold vomit stuck to her face and hair, she slowly scooted herself off the blanket and onto the cold metal of the van floor. Only then did she realise her feet were not just tied together but that a rope joined the shackles on her feet to those at her elbows, effectively stopping her from kicking out. It had been loose whilst she had been lying still but now tightened up and made her shuffling, sideways movements painfully slow. Not quite sure of a plan, Kitty inched towards what she guessed was the rear doors of the van. When her nose touched the doors she took a steadying breath, drew her head slowly back and hit the door as hard as she could with her forehead. To her amazement there was a swoosh as the door was no longer there and her head fell out into the cold night air, and straight into a wall of smooth, warm fabric and a hard metal button.

‘Look, Maisie! She’s so desperate for my cock that she went straight for it—like a fucking homing pigeon!’ A voice from above her said.

To her horror, Kitty realised her face had fallen into the man’s crotch. She could feel his penis through his jeans against her nose and mouth. He grabbed her hair and lifted her head back, painfully stretching her neck. ‘You’ve got to work a lot harder for that privilege, slut.’ Still holding her hair, he reached down and pinched one nipple, then the other—hard. They were scrunched up from the cold but the pain sent a hot poker of pain through her breasts and up into her brain. Kitty groaned.

Ignoring her, the man said, ‘How are the new night vision glasses, Maisie?’

‘Great,’ said the woman’s voice from the far end of the van, ‘I could almost see what she was thinking! Still, she didn’t panic and hurt herself, which means she’s perhaps not as stupid as some of them.