Beyond Hell and Back Ch. 01

Holly opened her eyes. Farrah was pointing to the floor where she was standing, in front of the unpleasant-looking wall.

Holly hung her head. "I don't want to," she sniffled.

Farrah's no-nonsense side took over again. "And I, don't want to blow your brains out, so get, the fuck, over here."

Holly did as she said. Farrah went back to the boxes where she'd placed Holly's purse and blouse and fished out a blindfold. She approached Holly again, stood behind her and slipped it over her eyes.

"What—" Holly opened her eyes, still seeing nothing. "You-...you're blindfolding me?"

"That's RI-ight," sang Farrah. "Besides, all that crying's depressing." She stepped around to Holly's front again and adjusted it so it was snugly over her eyes with just her little button nose poking out from under it. "Now," continued Farrah, "Can you see anything?"

Holly shook her head. "No."

"Good." Farrah vigorously tickled her ribs and her tummy. Holly burst out laughing.

"Hey!" Farrah said, much more pleased by this reaction. "There's a smile! That's more like it!"

Holly then of course went back to her quiet weeping. Her arms were starting to ache. She started to lower them again.

"KEEP...those hands up, missy!" Farrah snapped. She obeyed.

"'Atta girl," Farrah praised her. "Now hold still."

As Holly woefully held her pose, Farrah waltzed around to the other side of the wall and returned with two pairs of thick, separable velvet handcuffs. She disconnected one pair, bolted one of the separated cuffs to a hook on one side of the wall, about at the level of Holly's vagina, and did the same on the other side. She took Holly's left arm, slipped her wrist into the cuff, snapped it and locked it.

Holly's heart jumped. She tugged at the cuff, realizing she couldn't move her arm. "A-...are you tying me up?" she asked in horror.

Farrah shrugged. "'S not technically tying, little girl, it's actually cuffing, but yeah, you've got the basic idea." She took Holly's right arm and did the same on the other side. Holly tried to pull her arms away but it was no use. The cuffs held fast.

Holly felt as if her eyeballs were about to roll right out of her head from more crying than she'd ever done in her life. It was unbelievable. Now on top of everything else, this terrible witch was locking her up, like she was a...a prisoner! Or some kind of degenerate criminal! What on Earth was going on? Things like this weren't supposed to happen! This horror show just kept getting worse every second. She started to break down again. "Lady, why are you doing this to me??" she wailed, struggling against the cuffs.

Farrah chuckled wickedly. "You just wait, girly. Now kneel down."

Holly knew it was pointless to argue. She let herself down until she felt her knees touch the floor. Her arms were now geometrically spread out at 90° angles from the rest of her. Humiliation would not begin to describe what she was feeling at this moment. She couldn't imagine what would happen next. Then her blood froze as she realized the impending situation before her—this woman was going to rape her! She knew it! She was about to be actually, physically, literally raped! It was like a nightmare come true. She wished she could just go home and run into her parents' arms, or even go back to The Twilight. Anywhere but here.

Farrah picked up the other set of cuffs. Keeping them connected, she bolted them to a single hook in the wall at the bottom, behind Holly's body, crossed her ankles one over the other and shackled them together.

"Feet ticklish, doll?" asked Farrah with a smirk. Holly just turned her face away and sulked in reply.

Farrah's smirk faded. She leaned up closer to Holly's ear.

"I said...are your feet..."

She placed her index finger on the ball of Holly's right foot where the toes met the sole. Holly gulped and tensed up, trying to hold back the giggling.

"...ticklish?"

Farrah ran her fingernail down the bottom of Holly's foot as she barely finished the question. Holly blew up in crazy laughter.

Farrah was pleased. "Outstanding," she assessed. "How about this one?" She did the same thing to Holly's left foot and she laughed even harder. "Don't, please, stop!" Holly begged. Another trauma she absolutely hated: being unstoppably tickled. She banged the tops of her feet up and down on the floor, noisily rattling her footcuffs, to get her to cease.

"All right, that's enough of that for now," Farrah said, letting up. She put her hands in between Holly's thighs. "And now we're gonna spread...those knees," as she did just that. She pushed Holly's knees as far away from each other on the floor as they would go. They started to slide back towards one another as a reflex, but Farrah kept them open with her foot. Holly did not care for the feeling of the air on her vagina (and nipples), reminding her that she was totally exposed and vulnerable to anything.

She felt Farrah take her chin in her hand and raise it up. "You really are such a sweet, pretty little thing," she remarked. "Exactly my favorite kind."

"Favorite kind"?...What do you mean, "favorite kind"?? The question wreaked havoc in Holly's brain.

Farrah let her chin drop. She began lightly rubbing Holly between her legs. Holly seized up once more, her stomach churning in reaction to the horrific sensation. "NO, STOP!" she screamed. "PLEASE!" She fought harder with the cuffs.

Ignoring her, Farrah marveled at her soft 21-year-old vagina. "You have a lovely young pussy, little girl..." she said, toying with it. "Smooth, tight, pink..." She looked at her face. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

Holly kept her mouth shut. She was beginning to feel drained of tears.

"I'll take that as a yes," Farrah declared. She kissed her on the cheek, then stood up. Holly heard her footsteps walk away in a direction to her left for a moment, stop, then turn around and come back. Then she heard a loud buzzing sound. Her heartbeat accelerated to double its normal speed. As if she wasn't freaked out enough already!

"Do you know what that is?" Farrah seductively asked her. Holly vehemently shook her head in fear.

"Oh, go on, take a guess," Farrah said, enjoying messing with her.

Holly could only be hopeful and pitifully grasp at a single straw. "...A toothbrush?"

Farrah laughed. "Y'know, for a young woman that's about to be T. and D.'d, you are optimistic, I'll give ya that," she said. "Foolishly so, but yes, quite optimistic."

T. and D.'d? "What's 'T. and D.'d'?" she asked cautiously.

"Oh, you'll find out." Farrah clicked the device off and back on a few times. "This, in the meantime, Holly doll, just happens to be a GX-500 Hell-Raiser Wand."

She had no clue what that meant. "A what?"

Farrah turned it off and stroked it from between Holly's breasts down her chest and stomach until it reached just below her waist. She whispered in her ear. "It's a vibrator, my pet."

Without another word or second wasted, she switched it on its lowest setting and touched it to Holly's vagina.

Holly felt as if she was going to be sick. Her stomach backflipped. She unleashed another half-scream/half-wail. "NO!" she objected for the dozenth time. "STOP IT!!" She found she was in fact not yet drained of tears. She tried to rip her arms off. She would have bitten them off if she could have. She tried to pull her vagina away, but the vibrator clung to it.

"Please just let me go!" she beseeched.

"Aw, but we were just getting to the most fun part," Farrah informed her, screwing with her already tormented mind. She let her other hand start to glide and caress the rest of Holly's body, from her hair, down her back, ass and legs, around to her inner thighs, torso, breasts and finally just stroked Holly's cheek. To Holly, the utter disdain and disgust and discomfort were overwhelming. The woman's touch felt foreign, slimy, depraved, and definitely unwelcome. She wanted to snake and slither her way around Farrah's hands. To say that Farrah touching her made her uncomfortable was not even close to an understatement.

"D-don't rape me!" Holly pleaded, wanting to bash the back of her head against the wall, anything to get her mind off Farrah molesting her. "I HATE this! I hate it! I hate you! I HAAAATE you! You're a sick, mean lady! You're disgusting!" she bawled.

Suddenly, the vibrator stopped. Holly heard Farrah's footsteps sharply and swiftly walk away, and return again. Farrah came back, grasping in her hand a different Wand. A Violet one. She activated it. "Oh? Perhaps you'll like this better?" Farrah snarled at her.

She gently touched it to the tip of Holly's nose. It lit up a small sparkle of electricity and made a loud zzzt! sound coming in contact with her skin. Holly emitted a more high-pitchy shrieking "OW!" in reaction to this. And she did fling her head back on the wall.

"OHmyGOD, that hurts!" she screamed, scrunching her face, trying to soothe her nose. She took a deep, audible breath and cried out, "Did you just electrocute me?!"

Farrah spread her labia apart an inch. Her voice was threatening. She turned the Violet Wand off and stroked it between Holly's vaginal lips.

"Oh, that's nothing. This little beauty gets way hotter than that...now, you may have this on your pussy, titties, feet, nose, ass, fingers, tongue, anywhere you want...unless of course you'd rather have the vibrator back."

The vilely uncomfortable vibrating on her genitalia proved still yet much preferable to painful electric shocks. Farrah removed the vibrator from her vagina and alternatingly gave a gentle tap on both her nipples with it. Left, right, left, right.

"Huh?" came Farrah's ominous voice. "What'll it be? Vibrator...or the shock treatment..." she took her chin in her hand as she finished the question with, "...you little fucking whore?!"

Holly felt like she had been sent to hell. She quickly made a decision. "V-vibrator!" she yelled.

Farrah seemed to perk up. She let go of Holly's face. "Smart girl!" she smiled, her voice much less threatening. A minute later, Holly again felt the electronic pulsating invading her nether-regions. Horrible as it was, it still was no match for the smarting surge of electricity she received on her poor reddened sniffly nose.

"Okay, you had your little tantrum...oh, and by the by, you spoke incorrectly," Farrah said. "What I believe you meant to say was..."

She gripped Holly's right breast with her left hand. "...that you love me."

"Oh, please just let me go," Holly whimpered. Her throat started to feel sore. She didn't have the energy or the laryngeal strength to scream anymore. She just closed her eyes and silently wept. "Please, please, please, please, please, please, ple—"

Farrah lost her patience. She clutched her chin and mouth with her free hand again, more severely this time, and Holly wordlessly squeaked like a mouse. "SHUT it, you ungrateful, filthy little cunt!" she growled through gritted teeth, making Holly cry even harder. "You'll take it, and you'll fucking like it.

"And another thing," she added, calming down, "You're depressing me again. Enough with the waterworks."

She let go of Holly's chin and roughly tickled her feet, and Holly's frown involuntarily turned upside-down. She laughed so hard she flung her head back against the wall again.

"Okay!" she giggled, trying to catch her breath. "Just please don't tickle me!"

Farrah mocked her. Keeping the vibrator on her, she teasingly tweaked her nipples with the other hand. Imitating a little girl, she said, "'Oh, don't hurt me! Don't shoot me! Don't touch me! Don't rape me! Don't tickle me!'" Returning to her normal voice, she said, "Boy, you're a disagreeable little pixie, aren't ya?"

The mocking tone took Holly's mind off the torment of the vibrator. It deeply hurt her feelings. It reminded her of the hours of being picked on, poked fun at and degraded she'd gotten when she was younger. She started to struggle again. She found herself wanting to break through these cuffs and strike this nasty person right in the mouth. She wanted to harness the strength of Wonder Woman and bust out of here. But the vibrator was continuing to drain her of stamina...

And, her legs were quivering...

And, she was breathing heavier...

And, most of her brain told her to continue yelling at her kidnapper to let her go. But incredibly enough, she very faintly heard a tiny part of her brain tell her to...be quiet.

Hush, it said. You're not getting out of this, and, besides...

She paid attention to this small part of her mind speaking to her, and then dismissed its insinuation after half a second.

UGH! No! she told her mind, giving herself a mental spanking. That's disgusting! You hate this! This rotten, horrible woman is terrorizing you, remember?? This is a NIGHTmare!

Still...

She squirmed and wriggled, trying to pull away from the vibrator. It held onto her like a magnet. Her strength was giving out. And amazingly...minute by minute...she felt herself actually losing the will to fight Farrah off.

"Stop it," she rushed out, with less determination. She was growing weaker by the second. "Sto..."

She dropped her head. The need to rapidly shift her breath cut off the 'p.'

Farrah grinned up at her, knowing she was winning. "Didn't quite get the whole word out that time, did ya?"

She jerked around some more, still trying to futilely wrench herself free and elude the dreaded Wand.

"No...plea...don..." she sputtered.

Her breath picked up. Her heart accelerated again. The small part of her brain which told her to hush up was quickly growing and taking other the resisting part. She was fighting a steeper and steeper uphill battle, she could tell. And...

...was that...?

NO. Couldn't be. No WAY.

...but...was it...?

...did it feel...good...down there?

NO! she repeated. That's sick! How is that possible??

And yet, she couldn't continue to deny it much longer. Farrah smoothed her free hand over her breasts, stomach and ribs, and astonishingly enough, Holly let her.

She moistened. She didn't know what was going on. How could this possibly be happening? How could she possibly start to become sexually aroused by a woman who was taking her prisoner and torturing her?

Minutes went by, the non-resisting part of her brain overpowering any semblance of the former.

Maybe...she heaved her breath and let her head fall back.

Maybe... she told herself, ...maybe it's NOT actually torture...anymore...

Farrah's grin spread triumphantly, watching her head bobble and her breasts bounce. She sneered up at Holly's flushing face.

"You're startin' to like it, aren't ya?" she chuckled lasciviously.

Holly barely even heard her. When her entire mind agreed to surrender and give her over, she felt herself being drawn out from the inner world she had been inhabiting for 21 years. Before she could even determine what was happening, common sense flew out the window. Reason and rationale were kicked in the corner. Resistance was no longer even up for consideration. As much as she didn't understand it, Holly at last decided to hell with trying to understand it. Who cares anymore...just sink in...and swim...

"Thaaaat's a good girl," Farrah said, slow and sultry, drawing her in, telling Holly more words she couldn't hear. "You see? Rules of the game: you be nice to me, I will be nice to you. You get angry and disrespectful with me...I'll be very mean to you."

Actually, thought Farrah, What you don't know is that I'm gonna be mean to you anyway...

She glid her fingertips and nails all around Holly's body again, taking yet another trip, Holly now being well warmed up. Her head was rolling back, and hoarse though her voice was, she was beginning to audibly moan...

And what you also don't know...is that you're gonna WANT me to. She grinned sadistically and kept up the seduction.

She upped the ante. She flipped the vibrator up to its next level. Holly's body reflexively and spastically twitched at the stimuli increase. Her fingers flexed into fists and her toes curled up as well. The touch of Farrah's skin on hers also increased, as Farrah got up on her knees next to her, caressed her and kissed her face. She attached her lips to Holly's neck, sucked until she hickeyed her, then planted slow, sizzling kisses on her chin, her cheek, her ear, her temple...her forehead...her nose...her...

The real fun was now underway. Farrah let Holly feel her hot breath as she moved in. Farrah's lips came to within an inch of passion-crackling contact with Holly's. Holly's libido—and nipples—leapt to fresh life, as she gasped and opened her lips in yearning anticipation. The head of the vibrator was becoming damper and damper.

Holly thrust her body out further and further, becoming closer and closer, until suddenly...

Farrah took her lips off Holly's, and pulled the vibrator away. "No," she said quietly.

The cloud underneath Holly abruptly disappeared. She fell back down to Earth flat on her back.

"W-what?" Holly peeped. She felt like a bucket of water had been dumped over her. "What the—"

Farrah cruelly smiled. She returned her lips to Holly's and the vibrator to her now wet, hungry vagina. Holly threw herself back into the reignited situation. Both sets of her eager lips said the same thing: "Yes...yes...more...more..." again and again. Farrah took her closer, and once more Holly thrust her body into Farrah's. Farrah watched her build towards climax...and build, and build...

And then she retreated from Holly and took the vibrator away again. "No," she calmly reiterated. "Not this time either."

For the second time, Holly's eyes snapped open in confused dizzy aggravation. This second denial was even more agonizing than the first. She felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over her. "WH—" she shouted, automatically tightening up her arms and squeezing her biceps, trying even harder to wrench herself out. "What the HELL?!"

Farrah chuckled. "Ah, ah, ah," she chided her. "I told you, T. and D.'d."

"WHAT's T. and D.'d?" Holly demanded impatiently.

"Why, teased...and denied, of course."

Holly took two seconds out of her newly inflamed libidinous state to process this new revelation and stack it against what she had just experienced. She suddenly saw red and her eyes filled with shock under the blindfold.

"Are you FUCKing kidding me??" Holly screeched.

"Guess you'll just have to wait and find out, young lady," Farrah whispered authoritatively in her ear. "Enjoy." She took Holly by the back of her hair, tilted her head back, assaulted Holly's lips with her own, flipped the vicious Wand up to setting three and torched her pussy with it.

The sound that came out of Holly was not unlike that which when Farrah first kidnapped her; what would have been a scream was silenced into a muffle. Her nipples extended and her entire body blazed with lust. Farrah shifted her body, on Holly's right side, took the vibrator in her left hand, dipped her right index finger in her vagina's lubrication and circled Holly's clitoris with it. Holly was dying. She violently rattled the wall, whapping the floor with her feet. She wanted to just squeeze her thighs together and jam the vibrator up between them. She strained in longing...just another couple of moments, and... and... AAAAANND...