Chapter 5
Leslie felt so much better as she stepped from the shower stall that she'd nearly forgotten her predicament. She pulled the thick warm towel from the rack, and began drying her body. Only when she finally wrapped the towel about her blonde hair did she realize she had no clothes in which to dress!
"Dry and set your hair," the voice boomed from the loudspeaker. Its closeness startled the child.
"Y . . . yes, sir," she said.
Leslie removed the towel and shook her head until the wet strands of long hair hung down her bare back. She shrugged, then opened the cabinet behind the mirror over the sink. Sure enough, there was everything she needed to do the job. The little girl, naked as the day she was born, set about placing the curlers in her hair, using the blow-dryer, working quickly and efficiently.
As the hot air blasted over her tightly wound hair, Leslie began wondering how the voice knew she was finished with her shower. Just by the sound of the water shutting off? Or was there some way she was being watched?
But she shrugged again. Did it matter? She was a prisoner here, but she was being treated well. At least, she wasn't tied up any more, and she was clean again.
Almost exactly one hour had passed since she had been hauled out of the rear of the van.
Frank and Doris had spent most of that hour in two small, separate interrogation cells in the basement of the City jail. Mac and Dick had turned them over to the nearest patrol car, and then began backtracking. Maybe they had just decided to dump the kid, and she was lying in some gutter or creek or clump of bushes right now.
As they approached the turn-off to the dirt road where Mason's car had been found, they received a call.
"Turned up something, boys," the Dispatch Officer said.
"Spill it, Tom," Mac told him.
"Seems this Doris character used to work with a guy called Irving the Incredible. Irving was a magician, until about five years ago. He never made it big, but he played the schools and fairs and that kind of shit."
Mac keyed the microphone. "Fascinating! How about the punch line, Tom?"
"Yeah. Well, seems old Irving used to call on members of the audience to play victim to his little tricks. You know, chopping the head off, disappearing, sawing the lady in half."
"Right, Tom. Take your time! We've already wasted better than an hour backtracking, but you sure do tell a nice interesting story!"
"Thanks! Irving always called on the little ladies, if you get my drift. And there seem to have been a couple of complaints that he got a little rough with some of them, fitting them with all those straps and clamping them into all those stocks. Hurt some of them. Nothing bad, but bruises, a few pinched tits, one or two pinched pussies. All suspicion, no proof."
"Punch line, Tom? Please?"
"Like I said, boys. Doris what's her name used to be this Irving's assistant. Irving liked the little girls. Doris is now connected to the disappearance of a little girl. And guess what?"
"Why guess when you'll tell me, when you get good and ready?"
"Right! Irving's last known address is less than five minutes from where you picked up Doris and her buddy!"
Mac looked at Dick. The car was already swinging into a tight U-turn.
"We're on our way! Give us the number!"
Tom gave them the full address, then interrupted himself. "Hold on! Fred just tells me they turned up a tidy little sum in the van. Fifteen hundred bucks! I think you boys might like to get over to Irving's on the double! That little girl ain't got a chance in hell with a guy like that!"
Paul Irving sat before the bank of medium-sized television screens, enjoying the sight of his newest little prize pulling the curlers from her beautiful hair.
He had a fucking great night planned for this one. Oh, she wouldn't like it. But it would be one of Paul's best tricks!
He'd planned it for some time, but there never seemed to be an available girl to pull it on.
But this one. Jesus. What incredible beauty. Almost a waste to take her all the way through it. After all, she might be nice to keep around for a while. She was pretty, and seemed to be docile enough. She obeyed instantly. And she'd already been through a hell of a lot, and survived it just fine.
Paul sat musing, considering.
But finally, he rejected the scheme as too risky. Keep her around for very long, and there would be the chance of some mistake. She might escape. No, as much as he'd love to keep a treasure like this, he had to play the trick, and let it be finished.
Too bad.
He rubbed his nose and grinned.
That is, too bad for you, little pussy.
Then he sighed, and laced his fingers behind his neck. As he watched the little girl finish her task, he began wondering what it would feel like, for her.
What would it feel like?
To really be sawed in half?
Leslie put down the comb. She stepped back away from the sink and looked at herself. Her hair shone. It was clean and dry, and full and fluffy. It curled in long loose swirls down her back, almost to her waist. A few long curls dangled down over her chest, covering her nipples. She liked the effect.
She touched her hair and felt its silkiness, its warmth. It felt so nice and comforting, swaying over her bare back.
"You will find clothing on the chair near the fireplace."
Leslie was getting used to the loudspeakers. In fact, she hoped that was the only contact she ever had with the man who'd bought her.
If she never saw him again, it would be too soon. And those others. God! Leslie shivered, praying she never had another experience like this one.
But she had to admit to herself, now that she was feeling human again, it was kind of a wild and crazy time she was having. And it would sure make one great story to tell her friends, when she got home.
It was turning out to be an absolutely fantastic birthday!
And even if she did get raped, she thought, wasn't it basically what she was going to let Jerry do to her tonight? In fact, if she hadn't been kidnapped, and hadn't been dragged around the countryside all night, she would probably not be a virgin right this very minute, anyway.
She eyed herself in the mirror.
Time you grew up, little girl. Leslie nodded sharply to her pretty image. And her nipples popped into hard nubs.
"Oh, oh!" she said, her eyes growing wide at the sight of her own swollen nipples.
She shuddered hard. It was scary and exciting at the same time, being kept prisoner like this. Being forced to stay naked. Being spied on by God only knew who.
She wet her lips.
Her mind had neatly and cleanly wiped away the memory of her initial abduction. The darkness and stench of the dirty alleyway. The hardness of the man's body as he clutched her breasts. The tightness of the thongs around her wrists, and the filthiness of the wet rag between her teeth.
She was clean. She was unharmed.
She took a deep breath.
People had survived a hell of a lot worse than this, she thought to herself. She tightened her jaws. Yes, I'm still frightened, she admitted. And yes, I understand that something terrible could still happen to me. I might even be killed.
She straightened her shoulders.
But while I'm still alive, I might as well live. I might as well let this experience be complete! If I can escape, I will do so. But if I can't, I'll experience whatever happens, and absorb it, and survive it.
She pursed her lips and nodded sharply to her image in the mirror.
"I'm happy to see you have accepted your fate, my child. Now, if you will go into the main room, and dress in the clothing you will find on the chair."
"Yes, sir," Leslie said firmly.
She walked out into the big room, still brightly lit. The coldness struck her at once, and she immediately began shivering. She rushed across the chair by the fireplace, expecting to find a nice dress or something.
She picked up the skimpy little outfit in one hand and frowned at it.
"Put it on!"
She jumped, but quickly stepped one delicate foot into the black net stocking. She pulled it up her leg, smoothed it over her slender thigh, then pulled on the other one.
"Delightfully wicked!" the loudspeaker chuckled.
There was no garter belt. She found two thin garter straps, slipped them up over the stockings to her thighs, then rolled the stockings down to just above her knees.
"Perfectly lovely!"
Leslie was shivering by now, and the wide mesh of the fishnet stockings did nothing to warm her.
She lifted the tiny vest. It, too, was made of the same black fishnet material as the stockings.
She slipped her arms through the armholes, and pulled it up over her shoulders. It covered her exactly like a real vest would have, except that everything showed through the netting. Her tiny tits showed clearly, and her still-swollen nipples actually poked through the netting.
"Beautiful!"
Her lush blonde hair set off the stark black vest and stockings to perfection.
"Not finished yet, sweetheart!"
Leslie gulped. She knew she must look like a whore, dressed in this outfit. But then, that was probably what the man had intended all along.
She took the next item from the pile on the chair and looked it over. But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what it could possibly be.
"Put it on, dear!"
"Uh, yes, sir," she said. "How?"
The loudspeaker crackled with laughter. "Oh, you wonderful little creature! The belt goes around your cute little tummy! I think you can figure out the rest from there!"
Leslie wrapped the belt around her waist. When she tried to pull the buckle together, it was too short.
"I can't get it on, sir!" she called into the air.
"It's supposed to be tight, my dear. Very tight! It will fit you."
Leslie grunted and groaned as she yanked the two ends of the belt together over her belly. She sucked in her belly hard, exhaling all the air she could. It was just barely enough!
The belt hooked, and when she sighed, it actually hurt.
"Ohhhh! It's much too tight!"
"Nonsense! Continue!"
Leslie felt like she was being pinched in half. It constricted her breathing to the point where she had to take rapid little gulps of air to keep from getting dizzy.
She looked down at herself.
"Oh, my God!" she whispered.
Hanging down between her legs, from the back, was a narrow strap. It obviously was meant to buckle to the front of the belt. But attached to the belt were two long thick rods, smoothly rounded. Leslie recognized the larger of the two. It was a rubber dildo!
She swallowed hard!
"You . . . you mean I have to . . . !" she gasped.
"Precisely!" , Leslie closed her eyes for a moment. Dear God! She couldn't put that fat thing into her cunt! Jesus! She was a virgin! If she forced that huge thing into her body, she would be fucking herself. Taking her own virginity.
"No!" she shouted!
"Take your time, Darling! You have one minute!"
"I can't!" Leslie cried! "I'm ... I'm a virgin! I can't rape myself!"
"Certainly you can!" the voice rasped, obviously excited by the news of Leslie's virginity.
"Noooooo!" she wailed.
"Do it! You only have fifty seconds left!"
"I won't!"
"Fine! I'll be most delighted to do it for you! Of course, if I do it, it will undoubtedly cause you a great deal of unnecessary pain! Shall we even say, agony!"
Leslie cringed. Her resolve to be brave, to accept her fate, was quickly vanishing.
"Please!" she called.
"Piss on you, little girl!"
Leslie suddenly knew it would be useless to argue with the voice. The man who had paid for her intended to use her as he saw fit-and nothing she could do or say would change that fact.
But the other thing. What was that for? Leslie pulled on the strap, experimentally, and found out exactly what the other thing was for.
She moaned.
The other thing was a plug for her asshole. "Thirty seconds!"
Shuddering violently, terrified again, little Leslie felt hot tears overflow her eyes, and run down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to run and hide. But there was nowhere to go. She was trapped. All the horror of the evening washed over her again, and she felt faint. With all the strength of will the teen-age girl could muster, she gritted her teeth, squatted down low, spreading her knees wide, and quickly reached down under herself. She pressed the tip of the narrow prong tightly against her puckered asshole, and put the head of the fat rubber cock between her virginal pussy lips. And then she took the deepest breath she could.
And she yanked hard!
She threw back her head and screamed, long and loud! She howled as the butt-plug rammed through the protective ring of puckered flesh, plowing deep into her hot bowels! She shrieked and gasped and screamed in one long terrible soul shattering yowl of pain as the fat prick drove into her virgin cunt channel, sliding along the tight walls of her cunt tube as it filled her tight pussy, battering against her cunt mound as it rammed all the way home inside her.
She yanked again, tightening the strap between her ass cheeks and her cunt lips. And gasping and crying, she fumbled the buckle shut over her trembling tummy.
She had fucked herself. Raped her asshole.
Plowed a rubber cock into her virgin cunt.
Leslie stood in the center of the freezing room, sweating like a pig. Salty water dripped from her brow, her arms and her swollen nipples that poked through the black mesh of the obscene vest. It trickled down her bare thighs and wet the black netting of her stockings.
She was arched hard, her head thrown far back, her long clean silky hair dragging on the floor behind her.
She was locked into her squatting position, her legs shaking violently, her knees wide apart.
The fake cock and the butt-plug impaled her, filled her, split her wide-open! She was on fire!
"Ohhhhhhhh, God!" she howled!
Her legs couldn't support her body in this pose for long, and she felt herself sinking to her knees. She still clutched the strap with one hand.
She released the strap, and fell forward onto her palms. She tried to rest, to catch her breath, to ease the pain by remaining on her hands and knees.
"Stand up!"
Leslie shook her head.
"Can't!" she gasped.
"Must!" the voice insisted. Leslie was too far gone in pain to hear the lust in the man's voice. He'd never seen such a wonderful exhibition. His cock was rock-hard, throbbing and waving wildly in front of him.
He watched on the screen as the little girl slowly struggled to her stocking feet. What a pure delight she was. In such agony, and still fighting, still obeying.
Silly child! Why don't you simply faint! Make things so much easier for you. But so much less pleasant for me!
Leslie throbbed all over. Her mind was blown into a foggy never land of pain and lust. Her nipples seemed to respond to the rubbing in her cunt, and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she just stood there. Her ass burned like hellfire, though. And she was scared to death!
She shuddered hard, and fought to calm herself. The pain was easing into a slow throbbing heat. She gulped and tried to take a deep breath.
The belt around her middle was cutting into her skin.
"It huuuuurrrtttsss!" she screamed at the loudspeaker over her head!
"Naturally," was the calm reply.
Leslie clenched her tiny fists hard, digging her fingernails into her palms. It seemed to ease the pain elsewhere.
She was drenched, and her long hair was beginning to stick to her sweaty back.
"I believe you are not finished dressing, dear."
Leslie couldn't believe there could be more. She glanced at the chair. Handcuffs!
She sighed, picked up the cuffs, and without hesitation slipped one cuff over her left wrist.
"Behind your back! Behind!" the rasping voice warned.
Leslie blew air loudly from between her pursed lips.
She clicked the cuff shut, then slipped both arms behind her back. She fumbled the second cuff closed around her right wrist. She stood still, defeated.
All the fear and terror she thought she'd overcome had slammed back into her. She was quivering. She could barely swallow and hardly breathe.
She waited.
"Go stand on the rug, darling. And kneel down, on your knees."
Leslie could do nothing but comply. She had lost her spirit. Her pretty hair meant nothing to her now. Her clean body had been raped. By herself.
She hurt! Her pussy throbbed with the fullness of the vile rubber prick inside her cunt channel. Yet, she felt the lubrication flowing freely, and her clit seemed to itch for the friction of the hard rubber cock.
Her asshole throbbed like a ring of fire around the impaling plug. No pleasure at all back there. But it was so hot and loose and squishy feeling, deep inside her bowels.
Her nipples simply ached and itched, She knew what it was. She needed to feel them being sucked. By Wendy and by Jerry. Sucked and licked by somebody she loved!
"Hello!"
Leslie jerked hard. The voice was right behind her. She twisted and looked behind her shoulder. The man who had bought her stood only inches away.
And his tremendous cock was pointed right into her face!
"Let me be brief," Paul said, smiling down at the pretty bound little girl. "Suck my cock!"
Leslie's eyes went wide!
Suck his cock!
Her shoulders slumped. Suck his cock. Why not? Suck his fucking cock, and get it over with.
But something deep inside the girl grew eager. She felt her nipples harden into even tighter nubs. And her cunt gave a surge, and she felt the juices gushing into her pussy channel. She blushed.
She lowered her eyes to the floor in front of her, and nodded.
Paul walked around in front of the child, and poked the tip of his cock against her puffy moist lips!
Leslie jerked her face away, but slowly turned back, letting her closed lips brush lightly against the very tip of his cock. She felt the drops of lubrication smear over her lips.
She could smell the heady aroma of his maleness. It twisted her gut into knots. She itched all over, burned and quivered. She wet her lips. She wanted to do it, she didn't want to do it. She had to do it, but she couldn't do it!
"Do it!" Paul commanded.
Leslie licked her lips again, and in doing so, the tip of her tongue brushed over the tip of the man's hard cock. He jerked! He reached down and grabbed two strong fistfuls of lovely blonde hair, and tugged on the strands between his fingers as though he was holding the reins of a colt.
Leslie felt her face dragged forward. She opened her mouth wide, feeling his huge cock slide over her teeth and back into the hot wet cavern of her virgin throat.
"Don't bite, darling!"
Leslie grunted. She gulped. She slowly let her lips close down around the massive prick, careful not to press her teeth against it.
She felt his huge cock start to pull out of her mouth, forcing her to suction it.
She sucked weakly and swallowed.
Paul felt the pressure, and clutched her hair tighter, pulling the child's incredibly lovely face down firmly on his cock.
"Mmmmmmm, baby! Suck it good, doll!"
Leslie felt his hard cock-flesh resting on her tongue. She stroked her tongue up and over his rod, and winced at the man's sudden response. He jerked hard on her hair, bringing tears to her eyes.
"Mmmmmfffpphh!" Leslie complained.
"Mmumf yourself, kid!" Paul shouted. "Suck it! Suck it, damn you!"
Leslie's eyes went really wide when she felt him ram his cock down her throat. It battered the softness at the back of her throat like a rod of iron, hurting her like hell.
Her arms ached. Her whole body was dripping with sweat, even though the room was freezing cold. Maybe that was why it was so cold in here. He used it for sex. Leslie was astonished at the crystal clarity of her thoughts. Kneeling on a rug with her hands cuffed behind her back, dressed in the most obscene outfit she could ever imagine, impaled in her cunt and in her asshole with rubber dicks, sucking on a man's cock! She couldn't believe it!
And she was shaking wildly. Her cunt was gushing juices. She itched and ached to be fucked.
She squeezed her thighs together around the rubber pole in her cunt, trying to work her clit against it.
She jerked as the first bolt of real pleasure flashed into her belly. She gasped, jerked forward on his cock in her mouth, and began sucking in a frenzy of lust.
It suddenly didn't matter to the young girl what was happening to her, or why. All she wanted was to feel the fucking cock in her cunt, ramming in and out of her body hard and fast.
She sucked and slurped madly at the prick in her mouth, drooling onto her own tits, wetting the fishnet vest and feeling the saliva roll down over her trembling taut tummy to her sizzling cunt mound.
She humped the rubber prick, her knees scraping over the rough rug. Paul held her hair so tightly it hurt, but it felt wonderful, too. She couldn't comprehend the complexity of emotions coursing through her body, burning through her veins. It was all too confusing to stop and think about it. She was scared and happy, terrified and delighted, repulsed and drawn to the whole thing. She felt horrified and joyful, disgusted and overwhelmed with pleasure, all at the same time!
She sucked the cock in her mouth eagerly!
She teased the cock head, working her wiggling tongue all around, slipping her tongue under the loose foreskin and sucking every drop of fluid that dripped from the slit in the end of his monster prick!
Her nipples felt like they were about to explode.
She gasped and cried out when she felt Paul's hands release her hair and grab her nipples through the mesh of the vest.
It sent hard jolts of electric pleasure deep into her tits. He pulled them, twisted them, hurt them. She moaned and sucked harder.
She pumped her cunt up and down on his hard cock, feeling the sloshing juices rubbing against the sides of the fake dick. It felt wonderful. Hot and wet.
She bobbed her head back and forth on the cock between her teeth. Her aching jaws yawned wide-open.
Paul pulled and pinched the child's hard nipples, crushing them and rolling them between his fingers.
He rammed his cock in and out of her mouth.
And suddenly, he jammed his cock all the way into her throat, and blasted her full of cum.
Leslie gulped hard and fast.
The hot thick fluid spattered the back of her throat. It plugged her throat so she couldn't breathe. She swallowed hard. She gulped and sucked the thick goo down as fast as she could, gasping for air between each painful gulp.
She pulled at her cuffed wrists, trying to bring her hands around to her burning clit. She gulped cum and felt her own climax suddenly break over her. She twitched a couple of times, gasped and gulped! And suddenly she threw herself back onto the rug, rolling painfully onto her bound arms, the steel edges of the handcuffs gouging into her spine. She threw her head wildly from side to side, screaming over and over as loud as she could, humping the immense cock in her cunt for all she was worth.
And Paul grabbed his still pumping prick and hosed down the little girl's writhing body! He spurted the last of his hot thick goo all over her taut tummy and slender thighs. Then he sank to his knees in front of her, watching in fascination as she screamed at the crest of her climax.
Leslie hunched and humped hard against the tight thick cock up her cunt. Her cunt was gushing and spewing juice in a frenzy. Her asshole itched from the slight in and out rubbing of the narrow rubber plug in her ass channel.
Her nipples ached to be clawed and mauled.
Her whole body was coming.
She rolled hard from side to side, throwing herself about on the rug like a madwoman.
She drenched the rug with her sweat.
Her thighs became sticky with the cum oozing and squirting out around the base of the rubber dick.
"Ohhhhhhh, mmyyyyy Godddddd!" Leslie screamed shrilly. She arched high off the rug, her fingers clawing at the material under her bare asscheeks, her thighs trembling violently as they held her body arched.
She shook hard, then harder!
She gasped, grunted, then sucked a breath of air and held it, gritting her teeth and turning bright-red.
Suddenly, the air burst from her mouth, and she fell flat on her back again, her legs flopping limply open, her head rolling loosely to one side.
She jerked.
She twitched slightly.
She sighed long and loud, shuddered, and then was still.
Paul stared in wonder at the little girl. She was a vision of lust, of delight. Her body was glistening with sweat. Her long clean blonde hair lay all about her pretty face, arranged in wild disarray. Her chest heaved hard. Her tiny tits rose and fell in a rapid rhythm. Her tummy quivered.
And the tight belt dug in around her waist, holding the hard prick within her drooling cunt channel and her throbbing asshole.
"Amazing! Beautiful! Perfect!" Paul exclaimed loudly.
He stood up. He straddled the spent youngster. She moaned. Paul grinned as he took his limp prick in hand, and aimed it down at her lovely face, her incredibly beautiful mane of waist length blonde hair scattered wildly about her head.
Leslie jerked as she felt the hot stream of his acrid smelling piss burst against her soft wet skin.
Paul hosed her down good.
Leslie lay there on the rug, moaning and whimpering, but too limp and exhausted to move.
She simply accepted the hot spray of piss, feeling the stinging blast wet down her freshly washed hair.
She groaned at the vague thought that she'd have to wash it all over again.
Paul hosed her down, working the hot hard stream of yellow fluid up and down her chest and tummy, blasting her cunt mound with it.
He targeted her nipples, watering them both in his harsh piss stream, making them grow hard again.
Leslie felt his hot piss cooling quickly on her skin, and the coldness of the room began to work its way into her body again.
She twisted her face away from the hot stream.
God! Wasn't he ever going to run out of piss?
"Open your mouth, bitch! Drink my fucking piss!" Leslie clenched her jaws tight.
Paul jabbed her side with his toe. He was wearing shoes. Leslie felt the stream suddenly spray over her mouth, blasting into her nose.
She gasped and snorted hard. She lifted up a bit, but Paul's shoe against her chest slammed her back down.
"Open your fucking little mouth!"
Leslie couldn't breathe with his piss hosing into her nose like this. She suddenly yawned her mouth wide-open, blocking her throat with her tongue, and felt her open mouth filling with the hot stream of his piss.
Her mouth filled and overflowed.
Paul pressed his foot down hard against her tits.
"Swallow it! Swallow it all!"
Leslie wanted to scream! Noooo! I can't drink piss! Noooo!
But the shoe crushing her tits began to twist, scraping painfully over her hard nipples. Leslie HAD to scream. She gulped suddenly, gagging hard. Her throat tried to contract and stop her from swallowing the horrible salty piss that filled her young mouth.
But she gulped it down and opened her mouth for more.
She swallowed it fast, gasping for air.
Paul filled her mouth a third time and watched her swallow his piss. He felt the stream weakening, and began spraying her pretty face all over, thoroughly wetting her face and hair.
Leslie gulped the last of his piss, and sucked air loudly, crying hard.
She ached all over, and her hands were throbbing.
She was covered with sweat and cum and piss.
And suddenly she cried out, startled again. She was being lifted. Carried. She felt her body being lowered into a wooden box, roughly cut and unfinished on the inside. It looked like a coffin.
Paul was busily fitting her ankles through two slots in the lower end of the box.
She felt heavy chains being dragged around her thin ankles, pulled very tight. She heard the click of several pairs of padlocks.
She tried to pull her feet up, but they were trapped. She was being chained into her own coffin.
"Please!" she begged weakly.
"Shhhhh! I'm in the middle of a very wonderful illusion!"
She swallowed hard, tasting piss. She twisted her neck and tried to see above her head. No escape. It was a coffin.
"I'm a magician!" Paul explained casually. "I'm Irving the Incredible!" He reached in and stroked Leslie's wet thighs, cupped her small tits. He undid the ribbon that held the vest closed, and opened it away from Leslie's pretty little boobs.
"Please don't do this to me, sir!" Leslie whimpered, feeling his warm hands cupping and massaging her beautiful young breasts.
"Gotta!" Paul said, reaching under her arms and helping her to sit upright in the long box. He produced a tiny key and unlocked the cuffs. Leslie rubbed her wrists to ease the raw soreness, but Paul shoved her down again onto her back.
"Arms over your head, pretty girl!"
Leslie lifted her arms and felt Paul take them and fit them down into the slots in the upper end of the coffin. Chains were quickly wrapped around the girl's slender wrists, and pulled tight. Leslie felt her body being stretched.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "You're pulling me in two!"
"Not yet! Not yet! But very soon!"
Leslie grunted and whimpered as she felt herself being stretched farther, pulled until she thought for certain her arms would pop out of their sockets.
She was pulled so fucking taut that only her ass cheeks rested on the wooden base of the coffin.
Her back and shoulder blades were lifted off the wood by the horrible strain of her taut position.
She gasped and tried to breathe slowly and deeply, but the strap was still around her waist, digging in, forcing her to breathe in only shallow gasps.
She let her head fall back into the lovely but piss drenched mass of her hair. It was cold on her neck and back. She was freezing.
She was utterly helpless and defenseless.
She screamed again, hoarsely, as Paul lifted the wooden cover over the top of the coffin, and closed her in. It was pitch black inside the narrow box!
"Oh, God! No! No! Please let me out! Help! Please!"
She felt her bones being jarred hard as Paul nailed the lid down. Each blow of the hammer sent a jolt of agony into her stretched limbs.
Leslie whimpered quietly to herself. Only her hands and feet were outside the box, just like those boxes they used on television when they were going to saw the lady in half. Leslie jerked as the last of the nails were driven home. Was Paul whistling out there? Or was she going completely crazy!
She heard footsteps walking away from the side of the box, then slowly returning.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Paul shouted dramatically.
Leslie twitched as she felt him tickle the bottom of her stocking-clad foot.
"My most famous illusion!"
Leslie shook her head, trying to shake the drops of piss from her eyes. She licked her lips, only tasting more salty piss. She moaned loudly.
Suddenly, she realized what this box was! It was a box like on television!
Leslie opened her mouth wide.
"Aaaahhhgggfffhhh, nooooooo!"
But she sucked in her tummy hard when the blade of the saw sank into the pre-cut groove and rested just above her taut belly!
She was about to be sawn in half!
For real!
Oh, God! Heeeelllpp Meeee!"
She heard Paul pound on the top of the box. Her coffin!
"What you are about to witness, ladies and gentlemen, I can guarantee you have never before seen on this or any other stage! May I have total quiet, please!"
Leslie screamed again, her throat burning from the effort. Her throat was raw and sore from screaming.
She began jerking and pulling at her ankles and wrists, as hard and violently as she could.
The saw began moving slowly, slowly, back and forth!
In only seconds, it would be slicing into the soft wet flesh of Leslie's bare tummy!