West Valley High Day

Susan awoke to the sound of excited yelling in Spanish and poked her head out of the cabana. The boys had returned and were looking for her and Kylie. She opened the cabana and Pablo spotted her and came up to her. "Let's go. Rapido," he said. Susan shook Kylie to wake her and helped her to her feet. Pablo laughed as he saw the metal poles still padlocked to her wrists and ankles. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the poles, leaving the chains around her wrists and ankles.

The three walked down to the dock where Javier was waiting with a white speedboat. Kylie was taken to the front of the boat where Pablo laid her naked body across the boat and tied her wrists to the sides of the windshield and spread her legs and tied them off to each side of the boat. Susan was told to lie down on the bench at the back of the boat and Javier chained her ankles and wrists together in a hogtie.

Javier guided the boat out of the mooring and pushed the throttle open as they hit open water. Susan thought she was going to fall off the cushion and she only imagined what Kylie was feeling as the boat bounced into and out of the waves and water splashed across her nude body. Javier seemed to be piloting the boat directly into choppier surf and turning the boat left and right to cause even more water to splash over Kylie.

Eventually he slowed the boat and pulled it into the dock near the hotel where they had left yesterday morning. Pablo jumped off and tied off the boat and then walked to a small shed along the walkway. He came back with two large laundry carts. The two men untied the girls and carried each of them to the walkway and dumped them into the laundry carts and then pulled the wet towels inside of them overtop the girls to cover them. Slowly Susan and Kylie felt themselves being pushed up the walkway to the hotel.

When they reached the staff entrance, Pablo headed into the hotel and returned with two luggage carts. The boys pulled the towels off the girls and lifted them out of the laundry carts and laid each of them down on one of the luggage carts. Their wrists and ankles were padlocked together again. Pablo lifted Susan into the air and Javier used rope to bind her locked wrists and ankles to the top of the luggage cart so she dangled in mid-air. Then the boys did the same to Kylie.

Every head turned as the two boys pushed the luggage carts through the staff door and into an elevator that led to the hotel lobby. They pushed the carts across the lobby, the girls swinging in the air as they headed to the main elevator bank. The girls were pushed into the elevator and the boys accompanied them to their floor and then down the hall to their suite. The boys pushed them through the room. Javier opened the sliding door to the balcony and then both carts were pushed out onto the balcony while the boys helped themselves to the mini-bar.

After a half hour hanging exposed on the balcony, the boys unlocked the girls and brought them inside. Javier tied Susan in a spreadeagle to one of the beds and Pablo tied Kylie to the other. The boys took off their pants and each of them climbed on top of their captive slave girl and penetrated them. Susan heard Kylie moaning as Pablo thrust himself violently inside her and the sounds of her orgasm were evident. Susan, who had been in this position far too often, let Javier finish silently.

The man finished and pulled on his pants. He saw a large yoga ball in the corner of the room, one of the amenities of the hotel. He grabbed Kylie's scarf off the dresser and tied it around Susan's neck and used a bathrobe tie to tie the scarf to the headboard. He picked up the yoga ball and with his friend's help, lifted Susan up and slid it under her lower back. This stretched her limbs as well as the scarf around her neck, which was starting to strangle her.

The boys left Susan like this while they unchained Kylie and once again hogtied her with the padlocks. They carried her to the bathroom and laid her down in the large soaker tub. Javier turned on the cold water tap and Kylie began thrashing as the cold water started to cover her body. Chained as she was, there was not much she could do but roll over onto her side as the water started to fill. She tried to roll onto her back but Javier stopped her and rolled back over. The water continued to climb until she had to hold her head in the air to keep it out of the water. This only worked for a little while until Javier put his hand on the back of her head and shoved her face under water. She thrashed violently as the man drowned her. Finally her took his hand off her head and she lifted her face out of the water.

The boys left her in the tub for awhile while they went back and took advantage of Susan's predicament position. Eventually they came back and drained the tub and carried Kylie back to the bed. The girl was shaking so the man handed her a glass of bourbon, Kylie sipped it slowly and looked down at Susan, who was untied and lying on her side on the bed. Kylie suddenly started feeling weak and realized the boys must have drugged her again. Javier laid Kylie down next to Susan back-to-back with Kylie's head near Susan's feet. He used the bathrobe tie to fasten Kylie's neck to Susan's chained ankles and then did the same to strap Susan's neck to Kylie's ankles. He ran his fingernails down the soles of Kylie's feet, causing the girl to squirm and pull on the cloth around Susan's neck, Pablo joined in tickling Susan's bare feet and quickly both girls were squirming in their bounds and choking each other as they tried to move their feet away from the boys' fingers.

When they had finished with their fun, the boys went back to the minibar and stared at their prey. The two men looked at each other and exchanged some words in Spanish neither Kylie or Susan understood. Jose rustled around in a black bag he had brought with hm and pulled out a large tube. He squeezed a large amount of the liquid into his hands and started rubbing on one of the bedposts. Susan's head was near the bedpost and her eyes widened as she worried about what the men had in mind. The top of the bedpost had to be three or four inches around and the post was quite far off the ground. The bed knob was made of elongated polished wood and Susan could see the same thing the boys had seen, that it would make for a fine dildo.

The men untied Kylie's feet from Susan's neck and her neck from Susan's feet and chained her wrists behind her. In her drugged state, Kylie couldn't resist them much. Javier took the tube of lube and put more on his hands and rubbed it between Kylie's legs and up inside her pussy, causing her to squeal a little. Javier spread her pussy lips while Pablo lifted her and positioned her over the post. They placed her carefully over the thick bed knob and the tapered end slid easily into her slit.

Slowly the men lowered Kylie down and she grunted in pain as the larger portion stretched her out. They lifted her up and down a few times to further lubricate her and she moaned softly. Then when she was not expecting it, Javier pulled her down roughly, the knob penetrating deep inside her right up to her cervix. She was on her tiptoes, the full weight of her body on the unforgiving wooden post.

The men laughed loudly at the sight of the woman struggling, impaled on the bedpost. Kylie tried to gain leverage with her feet but she could only lift herself very slightly. With her hands chained behind her, she could barely touch the bed itself. She moaned in pain and began begging the men to set her free.

The men unlocked Susan's wrists and ankles and handed her the keys. "This has been fun but we have to get back to work. We will leave you to handle your friend." The boys left the room and Susan heard the door shut behind them. She sat up in bed and looked at Kylie, tears rolling down her face as she tried desperately to relieve the pain between her legs.

Susan got up and walked over to face Kylie. "You know that part of me wants to just leave you there," she said.

"Please. This hurts so bad. Please help me." Kylie was crying heavily. "This is ripping me apart," Kylie said.

Susan grabbed Kylie's hips and tried to lift her off the post. Kylie screamed. The shape of the bed knob was going to make this very difficult. Susan stopped and grabbed the lube the men had left behind. She squeezed some of it onto her fingertips and began spreading her friend's pussy lips apart so she could get some lubrication onto the pole.

Susan came up with a better idea than trying to lift her friend with her hands. She instead crouched down next to the pole and told Kylie to place her heels on her shoulders. Slowly she began to stand up. Kylie screamed again as she was slowly lifted off the pole. Susan pushed up some more and Kylie cleared the pole and Susan dumped Kylie onto the bed.

Kylie curled up into a ball, the pain still too greet. Susan laid down beside her on the bed and placed her hand on her back, trying to comfort the woman who had actively been torturing her just a few days ago. Eventually Kylie rolled over and faced Susan. "I am so sorry, Susan. I didn't have a choice."

"You always have a choice," Susan said.

"What just happened changes nothing. You chose to torture me."

"No, I didn't," Kylie replied. "Over Christmas break, me, Jamie, Chloe, Sarah and Brittany were packed inside oil drums and taken to a private yacht. I was tied spread to the deck of the boat and this man Torres who owned the boat poured cooking oil over my body and said he was going to sunburn me to death."

"Torres?" Susan said. "That's the second time I've heard that name this week. The boys said it on the boat."

"What's funny is the boat's name was 'Mi pequeña Susan'".

"My Little Susan?" Susan said. "That was what my late stepfather called me."

"Your stepfather?" Kylie said.

"Marcus Torres," Susan replied.

Kylie's eyes widened. "That was his name."