Have You Considered Adoption? Chapter Two

‘I don’t understand,’ said Phyllis.

‘Not to worry, it will all become clear soon enough. However, in the mean time, we need to make sure that you don’t go screaming your head off while we get you to where you need to be,’ said Vicki.

Vicki approached with two items, on in each hand. In her left hand she held a strip of tape, and it was clear to Phyllis, after Vicki’s words just a moment ago, that she was to be gagged. It took her a few more seconds to recognise the other component of the gag which Vicki held in her right hand. When she did, she protested with some vigour.

‘Don’t even think about it! Don’t you dare!’ she shouted.

‘Michael, a little help please,’ said Vicki.

‘Of course,’ said Michael obligingly.

His strong hands held Phyllis’s mouth open, despite her attempts to resist. Try as she might to defy him, it was like struggling against a statue, his hands didn’t yield at all from her attempts to fight him. She let out a muffled sob as her soiled underwear was pushed into her mouth and the strip of tape was put in place, preventing her from spitting it out. The acrid taste of her own urine filled her mouth and seemed to swim in her nostrils too, both disgusting her and reminding her of the humiliating way in which her body had betrayed her.

Michael picked her up, placing her over his solider in a fireman’s carry. Phyllis was aware that her dress was short, and that her bottom was almost certainly visible while she was carried like this. She had no idea whether Vicki had seen fit to provide her with a fresh pair of knickers under her tights. Michael carried her through the house, towards the front door, while Vicki walked behind. Phyllis was able to make eye contact and tried her best to scowl at her newfound enemy, but it did not have the desired effect. Vicki’s reply was a simple laugh.

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Michael had loaded Phyllis into a panel van and they had driven for some distance, with her bound, gagged and alone in the back. Michel had bound her hands to a rail which kept her away from the door, perhaps worried, and rightly so, that she had intended to jump out the first time they seemed to stop at a traffic light. At first, Phyllis had tried to memorise approximate distances and the directions that they had turned. When it became clear that this wasn’t viable, she tried to simplify it just to directions, but eventually she lost the thread of this too. She did take some consolation from the fact that they didn’t come to a stop until long after she’d given up trying to pinpoint their location. However, something was clear to her: They were not in the city anymore. The sounds of the hustle and bustle of the city had been replaced by the occasional intermittent drone of a passing vehicle, until even that had stopped. The last twenty minutes or so of the journey were bumpy, so Phyllis surmised that they must have been driving down a dirt track of some kind. As far as she could tell, they were in the middle of nowhere.

Eventually, the van stopped. The engine was shut off and Phyllis heard the doors from the front open and the approach of her captors. The doors of the van swung open, and Vicki stepped up into the van and removed the tape. Phyllis promptly spat her knickers onto the floor of the van, incredibly grateful to be rid of them, not that she would admit that to Vicki. She took a moment to catch her breath.

‘HELP!’ she screamed as loud as she possibly could.

Rather than appearing to be even remotely worried about this development, Vicki laughed, then delivered a stinging slap to Phyllis’s backside. With her hands bound to the rail, Phyllis couldn’t defend herself or get out of the way. The blow smarted much more than she was happy to admit.

‘SOMEBODY HELP ME!’ she tried again.

Once more, Vicki delivered a powerful slap to her bottom.

‘We can do this all night, if you like?’ Vicki said condescendingly.

‘What do you mean?’ said Phyllis.

‘I mean, little girl…’

‘I’m not a little girl you sick bitch!’

Another smack connected with her bum. Only three slaps in total, but she was genuinely sore.

‘I mean, little girl,’ continued Vicki, as if Phyllis hadn’t even spoken, ‘that you can scream all you like out here. There’s nobody for miles. Nobody will hear you. However, you’ve seen what happens when you do scream. So really, the question is, how red do you want your little tushy to be?’

As much as Phyllis didn’t like her tone, she had to concede that Vicki did appear to have a point. If nobody had responded to her first two screams, a third was unlikely to earn her anything except for a more painful derriere.

‘So then, are you ready to be civil? Or would you like me to switch places with Michael? I assure you, he can hit much harder than I can,’ said Vicki.

‘Okay,’ Phyllis said, feeling a sense of revulsion as she said the words, ‘I’ll be good.’