Leaning into the van Jonah picked Gina up effortlessly, walked to few paces to his own van and laid her on yet another mattress. Not satisfied with the security of his captive, Jonah added a collar, attaching it to the van sides. Finally he put a blindfold on the now weeping girl and then closed the door.
Gina felt the engine start and the van move out of the truck stop and speed up on the highway.
Jonah drove at the posted limit for three hours. Gina dozed fitfully, her mind grappling with this new situation, all the while trying to combat the pain of her wounds and her captive limbs.
The van slowed and took an off ramp, swinging onto a country road that wound up into the hills. Gina noticed the change, but was too deep inside her own misery to really care.
After another several miles Jonah turned into a private lane, coming swiftly to an imposing set of gates in a very secure looking fence. He pressed a remote and the heavy gates slowly swung open. Setting off again he began to dream of what his captive would be like when she was integrated into the farm.
The van drove around the huge building, finally maneuvering to a loading dock. Jonah jumped down and opened up the back.
Gina had felt the van stop, and now knew that the doors were open, but her state was such that her pain and the numbness of her bound limbs made it impossible for her to take anything else in.
Strong hands lifted her up, release the leash holding her collar, and she was placed on a gurney.
Still blindfolded Gina was wheeled into a clean room. There she was released from her bonds, and, held between two naked women she was only vaguely aware of, she was washed and cleaned up. As they worked, Gina became horribly aware of the huge steel rings in her cunt lips which pulled them obscenely downwards. She also felt the almost equally large rings in her nipples which banged against her tits as she was washed.
“Please tell me where I am?” she cried. “Help me please!”
The women washing her exchanged glances, but remained silent.
Once dry, Gina was then laid on a table, her wrists and ankles secured. The back of the table was raised so that she could see the doorway. The ‘helpers’ left, having ignored all of Gina’s pleas for information and help.
Minutes past. Gina tried to stay alert, but her ordeal had taken its toll, and now warm, clean and dry, she fell asleep.
“Wake up, slave!” a voice shouted through the mists of Gina’s sleep. Her eyes opened and she saw an amazing sight in front of her.
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