Beyond Hell and Back Ch. 01

Farrah again ripped her pleasure away from her. "Now suffer, you little worm."

Holly thrust her body out again in disbelief. She waited another moment, and then—

"SHIT!" wailed Holly in defeat.

Farrah tossed her head back, laughing out loud at the utter inferno of anguish she was putting the little girl through. "'S a hell of a mind-fuck, isn't it?" she chortled.

It was excruciating. Holly pulled on the cuffs as hard as she could, her hands in fists so tight she almost bled her own palms with her nails. Her head went back against the wall. She put every spare drop of energy in her body to work trying to tear her arms free. She felt like they were being magnetized to her vagina, only...they could...not...reach, she randily lamented. Farrah watched with delight as Holly's arms and wrists visibly tensed up, flexing so hard she could see the shape of her bones jutting out. Then, in the middle of Holly's restrained fit, just to add a dash of victorious mischief, Farrah tickled her underarms. Holly screamed.

"Oh, God..." Holly sighed in misery, getting herself back together. "You...you...you..."

Farrah put the vibrator back on her. "...bitch?" she asked.

Holly, out of her mind, robbed of breath, groped for words. "You cruel...evil...c-..." she shouted at her, trying like crazy to control her respiration, yank something appropriate out of her limited vocabulary and free her limbs.

"I'll take that as the compliment it is." Farrah knew that Holly's libido now reactivated instantaneously at her touch. Holly sucked in and gasped, and then Farrah immediately took it away. She spent the course of the next few seconds playing a despicable game of keep-away with her. She put the vibrator on her for one second, took it away, changed the setting, returned it to her, took it away, changed the setting. The pattern went on for a few moments—Farrah giving her pleasure and then immediately taking it back away. Holly didn't know how much more of this she could stand. Farrah knew the exact precise split-second to wait to force the vibe on her and then yank it away, propelling her over the limits of insanity and back again. She was the ball on the end of the paddle.

"Thaaaaat's it, Holly doll," Farrah said, malevolently challenging her, "Hold it in...control it, hold it back..."

Again left high and dry—so to speak—the girl flipped. "Oh, God, why? Why? Why would you DO that??" was Holly's next outcry.

Ignoring the question, Farrah joked, "I appreciate the worship, you cute little sex slave, but I'm not God. The name—at least as far as you know—is Farrah. Far-rah. Come on, say it with me. Far-rah. Although you may call me Goddess Farrah, if it suits you."

Holly was now begging Goddess Farrah for a much different request than she was an hour ago. Several parts of her body were throbbing, and several different fluids were dripping from her. She squeezed her fists so hard her fingers almost broke. She banged her head on the wall repeatedly, biting her bottom lip, scrunching her face up, flaring her nostrils, gnashing and grinding her teeth. The blindfold might as well have not even been there; her eyes were pinched shut. Strands of hair pasted to her face with sweat.

"Oh, let me come, PLEASE!" she groaned, her fingertips outstretched, the forbidden pleasure one centimeter out of reach.

Farrah switched off the vibrator. "You think you're really ready to come, little girl?" she asked patronizingly.

"YESSS! YESSSSS!!" she begged, slamming her feet on the floor in despair. If she could have, right now she would have found a way to satisfy herself with her toes.

Farrah turned it back on and brought it nearer her. "Welllllll..."

Holly could only continue banging her feet, elbows and head in reply. "PLEEEEEASE!!" she moaned.

Farrah shrugged. "A'right then, if that's what you really want, we're gonna stop messin' around," she declared in her low, steamy voice. She took it straight up, right past setting four, directly to its maximum setting five...spread her labia further apart still...

...briefly tongued her right nipple...

...leaned up, whispered in her ear...

..."Welcome to hell, whore"...

...and zapped her.

Holly's body locked, clenched and flew back against the wall with an echoing crash. Her head went straight back, practically spinning, her face shining and gleaming from sweat pouring down it. She unleashed a feral yowl. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" she exalted.

"Mm-hmm," Farrah contentedly concurred. "Go ahead, just try to come," she dominantly taunted her in her deep, dark voice. "Just try to. Just, fucking, try. I DARE you."

Holly didn't comprehend a word she said. She had thrust her body out as far as she could and she couldn't move. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, she couldn't smell, she couldn't taste. Under the blindfold, her eyes were rolling back in her head. It was no less than unbearable, pleasure or no pleasure.

"This Wand has five settings," Farrah told her loudly, trying to carry over Holly's primal song of limitless, intolerable delirium. "Low, Medium, High, Extra High and Holy Fucking Hell," she grinned. She raised her voice some more and gleefully shouted right in Holly's face, "Guess which one THIS is!!"

Out of the thirty-four words Farrah had just said to her, Holly heard zero of them.

"FUUUUUUUCK ME!" Holly roared, more as an evaluation of her current state than as a favor.

Farrah cackled. She took it as a favor. "As you wish," she agreed, spreading her vaginal lips further apart with her unoccupied hand and readying her chosen digit. "Middle finger it is then. Fuck you."

She pumped her middle finger up inside her, first ramming it straight up, then gradually flexing it about. The extreme vaginal and clitoral stimulation now combined with the digital penetration was just way too much for her. She wasn't a 21-year-old female human being anymore. She was an animal. She wasn't even making sounds by this point. She was just gyrating as if sitting in an invisible electric chair. Farrah took in the entire delicious tableau of her slave's body, the top half powerlessly glued to the wall, the bottom half uncontrollably quaking at her white-hot touch, and waited for the signs. It was coming. Less than fifteen.

Merrily watching the sweat drip off her cheeks, nose and lips, Farrah leaned up to her ear again to whisper. "In T-minus ten seconds and counting, orgasm..." She kept it going for the moment, drawing it out, making her suffer.

"...will be DENIED."

Everything went blood-red.

Holly felt her world end and shatter to pieces. The last seconds ticked down. Every synapse and nerve ending in her begged for relief. Every one of them was saying the same thing: No...no, you can't do this to me! You CAN'T! I've already been through hell and back! This is worse than hell! It's like...HELL's hell! You can't just dangle me over the edge of Heaven like this forever, just to force me back down into hell! YOU JUST CAN'T. PLEASE GOD. RELEASE ME!!

Five...four...three...two...

Holly tried to brace and prepare herself for it, even though she knew she was about to be sexually condemned to frustration. She didn't know how she would recover from this, or again experience this kind of hidden celestiality. She couldn't have imagined it existed. One solitary chance for sweet salvation, so inexorably close she could taste it...and she wasn't allowed to. She would remain locked in the unbreakable confines of chastity. One second left, and...

Farrah giggled darkly. "Just kidding, doll." She seared Holly's lips with hers and finished her off.

Finally, the one thin strand hanging her over Heaven snapped.

Holly couldn't believe it. The first reflexive thought through her mind was, WHAT?? Oh, you sick BITCH! You are SO cruel!

The second was, But I don't care! OH, THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!! The second overtook the first in a flash.

Indeed, in her mind the situation was nothing short of a miracle. She could feel nothing beneath her, above her, or anywhere around her. She couldn't feel the shackles on her hands and feet anymore. She couldn't feel the blindfold. All she could feel was the impenetrable bubble she was floating in.

On her outside, Farrah had made her gush. Literally. She'd rubbed Holly's G-spot over and over again, and the vaginal wall tightened and squeezed on her hand until Farrah culled out all her spare fluid left and Holly sprayed a virtual waterfall from inside her, all over the floor. When Holly finally finished sailing over the apex of her gushgasm wrapped in a rainbow, she inevitably started to float back down...back down to Earth, where her temporarily lifeless body slumped down into unconsciousness, only held up by her cuffed wrists. Farrah unfastened the cuffs from the hooks in the wall, pulled her body over a few feet and laid her down on the floor where it was dry to let her sleep...but did not yet take her wrists and ankles out of the cuffs...

***

August 28th, 5:25 a.m.

The sun was preparing its arrival particularly early this late summer day. In the warehouse buried down the back alley of the intersection of Kent Street and Juniper, a naked, shackled, dazed and confused 21-year-old girl was in a state of semiconsciousness between asleep and awake. The 32-year-old woman who had kidnapped her had rolled her over onto her stomach, put her hands on her back, brought her legs up behind her and connected her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs. She was, now, as Farrah and others in her line liked to say, hogtied. Or hog-cuffed.

It was still mostly dark outside. Holly's eyes fluttered underneath her blindfold. Opening her eyes and seeing nothing different, she started to panic, wondering for a second what was going on. And suddenly, piece by piece, it all came back to her. The details were very fuzzy, but she could vaguely remember something about The Twilight, Juniper Street, a gun, the name Farrah, and...being sexually abused...by Farrah.

She remembered it all now. Her mind got back more and more pieces to the puzzle. Farrah had kidnapped her and forcibly dragged her back to wherever here was, made her take her clothes off, tortured her...

And then...then...

The last thing she could summon to memory was being shackled to a wall and Farrah taking advantage of her naked body and tormenting it...yet one more time someone took advantage of her, she thought. Well, then again, this time was different. This time she didn't have a choice.

And...did...something else happen after that?

Did she just fall asleep?

She tried to move. She could still feel the cuffs immobilizing her hands and feet. She recognized the feel of the cold hard floor on her breasts and vagina, so she knew she was still naked...she shifted her body around as much as she could, till she heard the voice.

"Good morning, sunshine," came the low, deep, misty tone that sent a chill through Holly's body.

She looked up, even though she couldn't see her.

"Pleasant dreams?"

Holly suddenly felt very scared. She didn't say anything.

"Well, I would hope so, after that motherfucker of an orgasm."

Holly's ears perked up. Orgasm? She'd had an or—?

"Y'know, I really hope you appreciate that, dollface. I would have denied you completely. The only reason I let you come at all was because it's your birthday."

All of a sudden, Holly remembered everything else. She was feeling a lot of emotions at the same time, most of them unplaceable. She frankly didn't know how to feel right now. "C-...can I g-..." She was going to ask if she could go home now, but then she also remembered that she had no money and no means of transport to get there. But in another couple hours, at least her parents would be getting up. She didn't know if she should tell them, or how to tell them...or whom else to tell. Should she...she didn't know. She didn't know how to handle this. She was only 21. Barely 21. AND she was lying naked, cuffed up and blindfolded, in the middle of what she still considered a stranger's warehouse. She'd never been through anything like this before. What was she to do?

Without a clue what else to do, she started weeping. She heard Farrah say, "Ah, here we go again. Look, little girl, I just gave you a rollercoaster ride and a once-in-a-lifetime come-fest that knocked you out cold. What the hell are you crying about now?"

Holly shook her head. "I don't think that was me before, lad—...Miss Farrah. I think you turned me into some...some...nasty slut-person or something. I mean, I-...I feel..." She tried to think of exactly the words she wanted. "...I feel...violated, Miss Farrah. I feel like you took away my virginity." She squirmed. "And-...and I don't have any money or any way to get home. I don't know what to do." She dropped her head on the floor and cried.

Farrah nodded. "I know, doll. You gave me your purse. I've got your address and home phone number." Holly looked back up at her with wide blinded eyes. Farrah went on. "And, fortunately for you, I'm a nice lady, and I don't believe in permanent entrapment. So...consider yourself damn lucky, first of all. Now as for getting you home, there're a couple ways we can handle this." She stood up and walked over to where Holly was lying hogcuffed on the floor.

"One...I could drive you home myself...two, I could give you a few bucks for the bus...three, I could call you a cab and give you a few bucks for that." She knelt down by Holly. "Now, there's a little roadblock with all three choices, my pet. You see..." She let her hand rest on Holly's bottom. "When you do things to a person the likes of what I've just done to you in the last three hours, they have a natural desire to immediately relate that information to a third party. Usually, authorities. Or family members sometimes come first too. And you know, if you're the one to have inflicted these acts upon another, and your victim spreads the word around, it can potentially spell big problems for you." She paused. "Y'see where I'm going with this?"

Unfortunately, yes, Holly did. She nodded.

"Ah! Good. Then we can cut to the chase. Now, sweet Holly, everyone has their own methods for dealing with this sort of thing, of, uh...shall we say, persuading their victims to conveniently 'forget' the events of the past few hours. This...is my preferred method." She traced a finger around Holly's lower body, from her ass around her left leg and up to her foot. "If you recall, Holly, did I not ask you if you were..." She slid her finger down her left foot's instep, causing her to jiggle, wriggle and giggle. "...ticklish?"

Holly gulped, abruptly feeling very scared, and very doomed. She started to murmur, "Oh, no, Miss Farrah, please—"

Farrah continued, tracing her body some more. "And, eh...did you also happen to be aware, my young lass...that normally, after a human being experiences orgasm, the hyperactive bloodflow in his or her system tends to overstimulate their nerve endings, in turn making their body even more sensitive than usual, and also more, uh..." She leaned down to Holly's ear, letting her nails softly slide down her back. "...ticklish?"

Holly's body was shaking, dreading the immediate future. She panicked again. She heard Farrah chuckle, and she tried as hard as she could to curl herself up into a ball. She wished she had a shell to hide in.

Farrah smiled adoringly down at her sweet little victim. "Y'see where I'm going with this now?"

She burrowed her face into the floor. "Oh, why can't I just go home?" she cried.

"Ah, don't worry your pretty little head about it," Farrah said. "You'll be back home sweet home safe and sound before you know it. Just as soon as I slip you the, uh...oh, let's just say it: the needle."

All of a sudden, saying no was the easiest thing in the world.

Holly screamed. "NO!!" she shrieked. She desperately promised, "Miss Farrah, I'll never tell anyone, I swear! I SWEAR!! Please, believe me! I won't! PLEASE, no needles!!"

Farrah laughed as she lovingly and gingerly swept the stray hair out of Holly's forehead and the blindfold and patted her head. "Oh, doll, relax. I'm not really going to stick you with a needle. I'm far too kind for that. Besides, I think a bit of extreme and intense tickling would prove persuasive enough, don't you?"

Holly broke. "Oh, for hell's sake, Miss Farrah, PLE-E-E-EASE!" she pled. She raised her voice, trying to throw a few extra doses of pathos into it. "For the love of GOD, have mercy on me! This has been the worst day...or night, or-or whatever it is of my LIFE! Do you have any idea how much you've scared the daylights out of me?! I said I wouldn't tell anybody and I won't! EVER! I'll-I'll just make up some kind of story! Or-or you make it up! I swear! What do I have to do to get you to believe me?? I'll NEVER tell! Honest to God!" Her head was pounding from the enormous headache all the crying had induced. She lowered her head back to the floor. "Honest to God," she repeatedly tearfully.

For a couple of moments, the only sound in the warehouse was Holly's sobbing.

Farrah gave her a pat on the left ass cheek. "Holly, I absolutely believe you."

Holly perked up her ears.

"You do?"

"Natch! Of course I do," said Farrah. "Come on, an innocent-hearted, angelic little ragamuffin like you? You don't have a single devious or deceptive bone in your body. I can tell."

"You can?"

"You bet your sweet young ass, Holly," grinned Farrah, pacing her speech, giving her a playful spank. "You're just way too much fun to tickle the living HELL out of!"

Processing these words, Holly's eyes stung with dismay. She realized her fate was sealed. She could feel the walls closing in on her.

"Noooooo," Holly ruefully complained. She hopefully sank her face into the floor. "I'm dead meat," she moaned.

"That's RI-ight," Farrah sang to her again. "Happy Birthday." She dug her nails into Holly's soles.

The laughter erupted like a volcano, filling the entire building, faintly echoing from one end of Kent Street to the other.

***

August 28th, 7:25 a.m.

After another hour and a half or so of on-and-off tickle torture, the sun had popped up, its first rays illuminating the dark streets. Holly had finally been allowed to take a much-needed bathroom break, wash and clean herself up, get dressed and leave. As much as she disliked using someone else's restroom, she made an exception in this case. Farrah drove her home herself, just to go over a few details with her. When they pulled up a few houses down the street from Holly's, Farrah parked and turned to her.

Holly looked and felt somewhat like she had five hours ago in the bar. She was in her birthday blouse, looking down at her hands crossed in her lap. Of course, several things were different now. She was thinking about the no longer pure as snow vagina that didn't feel like hers anymore. Her feet were on pins and needles, her tummy was queasy, until the next time she shampooed, her thick hair would be a mess, and she had a feeling she would hear Farrah's evil laughter indefinitely haunting her mind.

At least now she could go home...

Holly still felt troubled on the inside. "Miss Farrah, I don't know if I feel good about this. I mean, this...this just..." She sighed uneasily. "...this just doesn't seem right."

"I know, Holly doll. But it'll make you stronger in the long run. You told me yourself you needed to stop being such a softy.

"All right," Farrah quizzed her, "Now, whether your parents are awake already or not, your story is...?"