Chapter 4 - April Fools(Bondage, Enema, Insertions, Rape)

April first: she rolled over and hoped this was a joke, but her arms and legs still ached from the night before. Her butt was especially sore. But, Vanessa still felt hurt the most by the fact that her best friend had done all of those horrible things to her, and even laughed at her at one point. She was a fool for not calling the police that night, but now she might get in trouble for being exposed in front of minors.
 
But, things weren’t all bad - she picked up the letter that she had been given the night before. She skimmed it once again:
 “Vanessa, do as I ask and I will give you $5,000. After this you can forget the whole ordeal. Go home and rest for now. Tomorrow I’d like you to come back here at 4pm. It’s April first so I hope you enjoy the little game I made to celebrate. The instructions will be in the house and the door will be unlocked.”
 
She got dressed and went through her morning routine. She ate some breakfast and contemplated this ordeal. She was nervous; obviously this man was a sick individual, but she did need the money to pay off some of her debts. She had been completely humiliated the night before, but for some reason she just couldn’t say no to that much cash. Though, she wondered if he was lying to her or not. She found many ways to rationalize the risk, and in spite of her reservations, she decided to go. A little bit more degradation for five grand was worth it.
 
She found the house and went inside, the lights were already on. There was a small firepit smoldering in the hall. Also, on the floor, there was an arrow drawn on a piece of paper that pointed to the next room. She walked in and fumbled for the light switch. The fluorescents came on to show three women bound by various means and a wooden box with drawers in it, sitting on a small table. There were four rows and six columns. The rows, from bottom to top, were green, yellow, blue, and red. In front of the drawers sat another note.
 
“Time for the game I promised you. Each of these girls has to complete a task of each color to finish, if they all succeed then you’ll get your money and they’ll go free. If they can’t do what it says then you will have to help them by doing some, or all of it, yourself. Plus, as an extra punishment, you’ll have to do what’s listed on the paper underneath the drawers that’s just for you. So, if they fail a drawer’s instructions then you’ll have to do theirs and yours. Everything stays in until the end. There is a page and stickers included to keep track of what colors are finished. Each girl has to have a sticker of each color on the scorecard by the end. I’m watching, so don’t bend the rules!”
 
She flipped to the page with the stickers and looked it over. It had each color along the top and three numbered names down the side: Laura(1), Emma(2), and Maggie(3). She could untie them and free everyone, but she knew he’d just find another family to torture. Plus she wouldn’t get her money, which was the biggest factor. Also Vanessa was elated at the thought of paying back Maggie for being so relentless last night.
 
She looked at the ladies, walking around slowly, taking note of how they were displayed. Number one, their mother, was hanging from the ceiling with her legs folded underneath her and her arms bound behind her. She looked so compact in that position, it had to be uncomfortable. Her face was covered by a latex mask which had small holes over her nose, and mouth, but had no eye openings. She had a latex corset as well, bound firmly, which made her waist seem so small. Below that she wore a garter belt and stockings. She also had a latex bottom with an undone zipper, which showed that she was completely shaven down there. The pants also had a locked belt around her waist to keep it on securely. Vanessa had visited their house before, but she always remembered Laura being taller, it had been a long time, though.
 
Next was Emma, with the same black muzzle Vanessa had worn last night, minus the bunny nose. In fact, Emma was wearing about half of the outfit that she had worn during yesterday’s exhibitionism. She had the leather bra and panties, which still had a hole cut around the butt, as well as the arm binder, which was connected to a hook in the ceiling. She was positioned so one leg was held, by straps, just above the floor. The other leg was hoisted into the air, strapped to another supporting hook. It gave an amazing view, as she was essentially doing a sideways split. She had a leather piece which covered her eyes and ears. Her hair flowed down, as she rested her head upon her arms, which stretched behind her head.
 
Lastly, there was Maggie. She was placed, on a table, in the missionary position. Her hands and feet were bound with straps to a bar that held them in place. She was just as exposed as her mother, wearing no underwear. She was shaven as well, with a small piercing on her clitoris. She also wore a leather bustier and had a full masquerade mask. The mask had a blank expression, white with gold accents around the eyes and the edges, as well as a small amount of gold over the lips. A black hood over the back covered her hair.
 
Vanessa made her way back to the table and selected the second green drawer for Maggie. She pulled out a small note. “Two enemas: you’ll find the syringe and bucket in the bathroom. They must hold it.” She found the bathroom and saw a 4 gallon bucket, and a glass syringe sitting on the floor next to it. There was also a bag of what looked like salt sitting in the bucket that had “use when you fill” written on the baggie. She poured it in and filled the bucket with lukewarm water. She picked the items up and carried them to the other room. She strained and sloshed some water out as she carried the bucket. She sat it down and placed the tip of the syringe into the water. She drew the plunger back and watched it fill to the 200ml mark. Once it was full she moved it behind Maggie and pressed the long tip into her butt. She pushed the plunger slowly and watched as she tilted her face back, moaning beneath the expressionless mask. Once the syringe was emptied she refilled it and emptied another one into her.
 
She kind of enjoyed this. So, being the vengeful sort of person that she was, she drew the plunger out and filled the syringe with air. She eased the tip in and pressed the plunger hard. Maggie shook violently as the air pressed in and caused the water to roil. The table rocked and she squealed, the mask showing only complacence. Vanessa enjoyed causing her a little more discomfort. She sat the syringe down and found another green drawer for Emma. She also placed a sticker by Emma’s name on the page. The next note read: “10 spankings - uncover her eyes first and watch them as you punish her. There is a paddle in a box in the kitchen.
 
She pulled the cardboard box out into the room and dumped the contents on the floor. There were all sorts of fetish tools. She found the paddle and walked over to Emma. She uncovered her eyes and positioned the paddle behind her. Emma blinked and squinted until she realized what Vanessa was going to do. Her eyes pleaded, but Vanessa drew back and paddled her once. She tensed up and spun back and forth slightly, unable to protect herself in anyway. Vanessa watched her face as she squirmed in agony. She drew back and struck again, again, again, and again. Tears ran down Emma’s red cheeks.
 
“Half way there. Want it fast?” No response. “How about slow?” Emma’s eyes narrowed and she said something that sounded like a curse under her muzzle. “Suit yourself, I’m just following instructions.” Vanessa put more force on the last five strikes. She hesitated after each hit to watch her expressions. She finished and kissed Emma on the cheek, whispering an apology into her ear. Emma just sputtered and snarled behind her muzzle.
 
She opened another green drawer for Laura. “Lemon and lime in the ass: they’re in the fridge. Use the zip up panties she’s wearing to keep them in.” She got the lemon and lime and found a jar of Vaseline on the floor. She rubbed some on Laura’s rear and then some on the lime. She worked her fingers around to open her up as much as she could. It took a while, but she finally managed to squeeze four fingers in. It was loose enough now; she pressed the lemon against her asshole. Laura whimpered and struggled as she moved forward, suspended on the rope. Vanessa held her hip and pressed harder. It started to ease slightly, more and more with each press. She smeared more lubricant on the lemon and then pushed again. This time it went all the way in.
 
Laura shook and wiggled fruitlessly, screaming beneath her mask. She knew she was trying to push the lemon back out, so Vanessa pressed it deeper with her finger. She waited for Laura to settle down and then raised the lime up to her backdoor and pressed it in firmly. It went in surprisingly easily. She writhed and gave muffled screams as Vanessa zipped her up. She walked over and drew a yellow drawer for Maggie. “4 enemas - use the plug if you need to.”
 
She found a butt plug on the floor and sat it next to the bucket. She filled the syringe and started filling her. Emma shook her butt and whimpered, Vanessa paid no mind and once it was emptied she refilled it quickly. She used her finger to plug her after each injection. It didn’t take her long to administer all six enemas to her dear friend. She smiled and decided to give her another air enema too, for good measure. She lubed up the plug with her free hand and pushed it in with little effort. She was mumbling something under the mask, but Vanessa didn’t care. She watched her for a moment, lying on the table, legs in the air, with a swollen belly. Her boobs seemed larger too. Vanessa got another yellow note.
 
“Brand her - the iron is in the entry hall fire. Press it firmly onto her ass for three seconds. Get some ice from the freezer to soothe the pain. She gathered a handful of ice in a small baggie and then found the iron brand, resting in the remnants of a fire. She held her hand close to the end and it was definitely still hot. It was heart shaped, about the size of a half dollar. She pulled Emma’s bottoms down. Emma shook and grumbled, unable to fully see what she held. Vanessa chose a spot on the top right of her butt where she thought it would hurt the least and she would be able to reach it in the coming days. She breathed deeply, holding her steady, and pressed the brand against her.
 
Emma jerked violently and let out an awful wail from behind her muzzle. Vanessa counted to three and removed it. She took it out to the hall and set it back in the fire. She came back and held ice on the burn for a few minutes. She could tell that Emma was sobbing quietly. She knew she couldn’t turn back now. She walked over and chose a yellow drawer for Laura. “Cucumber in the pussy”
 
She found the cucumber she had noticed earlier; it was about 10 inches long and about 2 inches thick. Vanessa hoped that Laura could take this. She certainly didn’t want this inside her if Laura couldn’t handle it. She brought it out and knelt down, unzipping Laura’s pants. The lime popped out onto the floor, startling her. She sighed and sat the cucumber down. She picked the lime up and pressed it back into her butt. She held it in with a finger. She noticed the latex panties could be unzipped from either direction. So, she zipped them back up and opened them from the other side, exposing only her pussy.
 
She lubed Laura as well as the cucumber and wiggled it around until it started going in. She could see the lime press against her latex pants – with nowhere to go it slid back in, the bulge in her pants disappeared. She slowly pressed the cucumber deeper as Laura whimpered and squirmed. She rubbed some more lube around and pressed it in farther, until it vanished completely; it was now nestled in her surprisingly tight pussy. Vanessa zipped her up and went to the table again.
 
“Are you trying to make a fruit salad in her or something? Let me down and I’ll stick some things up your holes and see how much you like it.” Emma spat, watching her from around her suspended leg.
“I have to do this, you know that. He’s watching us.”
“Fuck you, you could let us all go. He’s not here to stop you, is he?”
She was right, but she wanted the money he had promised her. “I can’t do that. He’d just find you and hurt us more.”
“At least we’d have a chance! Don’t be a dumb shit. Quit torturing us and let us go, now!”
 
Emma had to be next, Vanessa decided. She walked over and grabbed a blue drawer from her column. “Blow her up – Use the blue balloon and pump in the cupboard under the sink in the kitchen: 20 pumps minimum.”
 
Vanessa took the empty balloon and hand pump and brought them to Emma. She cursed and struggled, knowing what was coming. Vanessa applied lubricant to the deflated balloon and the unwilling participant. She slid it into her butt and connected the pump. She pressed the plunger, again and again. Emma thrashed and pleaded for her to stop, but she continued without care. Her stomach started to bulge slightly, then more, then more. At 15 she looked like had when she had been carrying the doll in her before. She wailed after each of the last five pumps, they became progressively harder with each press.
 
“Fuck you, you crazy fucking whore!” Emma blurted out, groaning. Vanessa, pressed the plunger in slowly and firmly.
Vanessa grinned smugly, “Want to try for 22?”
“Suck a dick!”
 
Shaking her head, Vanessa pressed in the pump again, slowly. Emma cried out as her belly stretched more. Then, suddenly, Emma felt it pop inside of her. She felt the air rush through her, feeling suddenly empty. She stared at the floor, shocked at the void feeling in her midsection. The feeling was awful, she felt full of air, but like something was missing. She felt the air moving down and she started releasing it; she tried to stop, but failed. She felt a piece of the balloon get stuck at the opening holding the air in. Panicking, she pushed harder and it flew out, air rushing from her once again. It was incredibly humiliating.
 
Vanessa had to laugh as she farted uncontrollably. She let her expel the air as she drew a blue drawer for Maggie. “4 more enemas, then remove her mask and force her to drink two cups of water.” She removed the plug and started administering the enemas. The first two went in relatively smoothly, but the third was a struggle. The fourth wouldn’t go in no matter how hard she tried; the water merely ran down her leg. She knew that she was too full now. She sighed and decided that she’d have to take the last one for her.
 
She plugged Maggie, refilling the syringe she brought it up to her backside. She pressed the tip into her ass - the water rushed in. It felt good and bad at the same time. She would read her punishment in a moment, she decided. She got two cups of cold water from the kitchen and brought them out. She sat them down and started removing the masquerade mask. Her brown hair fell out as she slid the mask off. Vanessa gasped in horror. Laura squinted and a tear rolled down her face.
 
Vanessa quickly went over and undid the mask on the first victim - it was Maggie. Her anger had been misplaced this whole time. This was awful - she liked Laura, she had always been friendly to her. But, it was done now, she conceded. Walking back to Laura in the third spot, she picked up a cup, forcing her to drink them, lying on her back. She was able to lift her head, but still she had to drink slowly as not to choke. “I’m sorry, Laura, I didn’t mean to be so rough with you.”
 
“It’s okay, I’m all right. Just finish this!”
Vanessa nodded once, then again quickly. She walked over to find the paper underneath the drawers.
 
“Your first punishment” the rest of it was hidden by a slip of paper taped over it. The other lines were covered in the same way, five punishments in total. She removed the first paper. “Put on your special suit, which is hanging in the shower.”
Sliding back the shower curtain revealed a vinyl dress. She undressed and put it on, tightening the four straps behind her: two near the top of her back and two on her upper thighs. The dress was normal from the front side, but the back was open, except for the straps. It was made so her butt would be completely exposed if she bent forward. She also put on a pair of vinyl boots; they came up just below her knees and had 3-inch heels. She felt slutty, but didn’t really care at this point, there were worse things that note could have said.
 
One more blue drawer to go; she chose one for Maggie. “One apple in one of her lower holes.” Vanessa wondered what the other blue drawer might say, maybe she had chosen the worst of the two, maybe they were both bad. The thought hadn’t crossed her mind until now. She let curiosity get the better of her. At worst, she’d be able to punish Maggie a little more, and she deserved it. She opened the other blue drawer under number one. “The blue double dildo in her ass.” She walked over and looked at the items from the box she had emptied earlier. She found the double dildo, which was still in the package. ‘18 inches long, and 1 inch thick; made of soft jelly vinyl, this elegant dildo teaches you that sharing is always more fun. Smooth sides and rounded heads make sure that it slides in with ease.’ She rolled her eyes and ripped open the packaging.
 
She brought an apple, which was about the size of the lemon from earlier, and the blue dildo over to Maggie, who looked very strained. “See, this is what I felt like when you forced shit in me!” Vanessa felt no pity as she unzipped her pants and pressed a lubricated apple against the lime, forcing them both forward, into her bowels. She held them in with her finger as Maggie jerked and screamed for her to stop. She brought the lubricated dildo up and pressed it in, forcing the fruit even deeper. It went in, with some force, about five inches until it didn’t go further. She pulled it out a little and pressed again, this time she felt it slide past the fruit and go deeper. About ten inches went in until it stopped again. She brought some out and pressed, again and again, but it wouldn’t go further.
 
Fuck, I don’t want that in me. I already have water in my ass, I don’t think I could handle all of that. She thought of any way to get around this. She had a thought – she pulled the little table with the drawers over, just beside Maggie. She remembered that things needed to stay in for the rest of the game. So, she decided to take the rest of the dildo that didn’t fit. She only hoped she wouldn’t be asked to move in the last three drawers. She bent forward and made sure that she put an excessive amount of lubricant on herself so it would go in with ease; she didn’t mind things going in her butt normally, but after last night she hurt down there. She backed up and guided the dildo into her ass. It glided in with no pain whatsoever. She stepped back and pushed it in, more and more, until their butts were touching. She reached back and grabbed Maggie’s hips, pressing her cheeks against hers.
 
“Like that? You enjoy shoving shit deep into your ass?” Vanessa moaned slightly. She enjoyed the feeling as the dildo snaked deeper into her. “You little bitch, you’re pushing it into me, aren’t you?” Vanessa smirked, still holding Maggie’s hips as she bent forward, not resisting at all. “Oh, fuck.” She was dripping with excitement. She was about to cum as the dildo was pushed deeper, but suddenly she felt something large pressing against her ass. Before she could react, the apple popped into her. It had been so well lubricated that it went right in.
 
Vanessa leapt forward, grabbing her butt. “Ow! Oh my fucking god! That hurt so fucking bad!” She wailed, still holding them in. “You bitch!” She walked around for a moment until the initial pain subsided, then she went over and zipped Maggie’s pants back up. “Just for that, you can go first on the last one!” She tried to push, but the apple didn’t come out easily. She knew that it would hurt more as it came out, so she decided to keep it in for now. She felt weird; her butt was so full, it was a strange sensation. Just then she realized that she’d have to read a punishment now. Well, technically two, but maybe she could get by… No, he was watching, she knew he’d use that to keep her money if she didn’t follow the rules. She hoped they didn’t involve putting any more things in her ass.
 
“Your second punishment, wear the vibrator underneath the table.” She felt the underside of the table and found a small pink bullet vibrator taped there. She smiled and placed it inside herself, just below her clitoris. It had a cord that led to a battery box, but there wasn’t a switch. She put the box in one of her dress straps, along with the excess cord.
 
“Your third punishment, go next door and ask for some sugar.” Her heart sank, she couldn’t believe how far she had gone, but now this would be farther than she wanted to go. But, she needed the money so, so much. She wanted to go to the bathroom so badly now; instead, she let the feeling subside and went outside. It was still light out, so she had to hurry and be careful which way she turned. She chose the closest house of the two. She trotted down the steps, along the sidewalk, and backed up to the neighbor’s door. She rang the doorbell and when she heard someone approaching from inside she spun around. She couldn’t help exposing her backside to a passing car.
 
A boy answered the door – his eyes lit up as realized who it was. It was the teenaged boy from last night. “I-uh, can I borrow… I mean, can I have some sugar?” He smiled and yelled backwards, “I’m going outside for a bit, dad!” He closed the door and pulled her hand. She had to watch her steps while wearing the heels. He turned back, pulling her hand, and noticed her exposed butt. He giggled and led her into the alley, finding a secluded spot. He started groping her. She felt the vibrator turn on, she shook and leaned forward, she sank to her knees. She glanced back to notice him undoing his pants. His penis stood fully erect, about four inches long.
 
“Wait… w-wait.” She gave a weak shooing motion, but he was already entering. He slid into her ass, but stopped as he hit the apple. She yelped, causing him to draw out. He looked confused for a moment before trying again, this time he went in the front. He had to feel the vibrator, because just as he went in she felt him start to release. She couldn’t fight back orgasm either, enjoying his pulses, filling her up. The vibrator stopped and he laid on top of her, still mounted. Her butt hurt so much more now and she couldn’t help but cry a little as she pushed him off of her. “Go, get out of here now!” She tried not to scream, but she couldn’t suppress it any longer. They startled boy pulled up his pants and rushed back inside. She took a moment before standing - feeling his sperm running down her thigh. She made her way back into the house with the other victims and cleaned herself up. Once she calmed down she opened Maggie’s red drawer.
 
The drawer had a small padlock as well as the note: “Lock her zippers, keep her arms bound, and let her down.” Vanessa secured the lock on Maggie’s dual zippered pants and started untying her legs. Maggie stumbled when her legs were free, falling flat on her butt. She grimaced and gasped; the motion must have pressed the fruits deeper. Vanessa raised a finger. “Don’t try to run or I’ll jam more shit into you, got it?” Maggie nodded, looking pained.
 
She thought that was surprisingly easy for the final drawer. Just then the thought struck her – it’s April Fool’s Day. What if this was all an elaborate joke. Maybe there was no money and he was going to trap her at the end of all of this. Maybe she had been tormenting them and herself for nothing. She dismissed the thought, that couldn’t be true. If it was the case then he’d be here doing it himself. She pulled another drawer for Laura, leaving Emma for last. “Give her an air enema then unbind her.”
 
She removed Laura’s butt plug again, slowly. She drew back the plunger on the glass syringe, drawing in a large amount of air. She put the tip in and forced it in. Her belly grumbled. She moved her hips, trying for release, but found none as Vanessa pressed the plug in once more. “Oh, oh, oh my god.” Her pussy glistened. “Please, touch me.” She whispered. “Vanessa, please touch me!” She pleaded as she squirmed.
 
Vanessa blew on the moist lips to tease her, but orgasm took her suddenly; she watched her victim quiver. She smiled and undid her ropes and helped her to sit upright. She breathed heavily as she sat, looking ragged. “Same goes for you, don’t try anything.” Laura nodded.
 
The final drawer – she desperately wanted to go to the bathroom and get the objects out of her, but she had to finish this. She reached for the drawer, but heard something in the hallway. She looked up to see a masked figure standing in the doorway – she screamed. They stood there for a moment. She bolted for the back door, but it was locked. The vibrator clicked on, distracting her. She tried to unlock it, but he grasped her arm and spun her around. He wore a blank white masquerade mask. He had brown eyes, which seemed sad. She struggled as he handcuffed her hands behind her. Once he finished he held her shoulders firmly, holding her in place.
 
Once she stopped thrashing he held up the key for her to see. He brought it down and pushed it into her moist privates. He took out a pair of leather, zippered boyshorts, and slid them up her legs. Now she had to keep the apple and dildo in as well as the key. Thinking about it, it seemed like the dildo had gone in further than she remembered. The shorts fit underneath the dress, barely showing past the bottom. She had no idea how she would get it out without help – that was the intention, she expected.
 
He pulled a blank envelope from his other pocket and slid it in the side of the shorts. “Payment. Go Home.” He unlocked the door and pushed her outside. She heard the lock behind her as she stood, scantily clad in an alleyway with an apple and a 18 inch dildo stuffed up her ass and a vibrator in her pussy. She heard a noise and noticed the boy from before was standing by a garbage can. He stood surprised and unsure of what he should do. It was starting to get dark now. “Hey, sorry about before, could you help me, please.”
 
The boy approached cautiously. “Sure, I guess. S-sorry about before, whatever I did. You’re just so pretty and I thought…” He trailed off, looking at his feet.
 
“Look, I don’t care, I just need help. I forgive you, just come here.” He looked up, smiled a little, and came closer. “Okay, slide my pants down. Wait, actually, unzip the front part.” He reached up and slid the zipper down, exposing her wet pussy, which had a vibrator quivering inside. He unbuttoned his pants. “Wait, first reach in there and find the key for these.” She motioned to her cuffs. He hesitated. “I’ll let you fuck me if you do.” He smiled and slipped a finger in her. He felt around before pressing farther. He bumped it, pushing it deeper, “Uhh, careful! Don’t push it in more!” She snapped at him.
 
“Sorry!” He put another finger in and felt around. He put them in as far as they would go, up to his knuckles. He slowly nudged the key down. It hurt and felt good. She unintentionally clenched and the key popped out onto the ground, as well as the vibrator. She closed her legs and moaned.
He pointed at the vibrator, “Want this back in?”
“N-no, throw that away!”
He smiled and tossed it to the side of the alley, it stopped.
“Okay, unlock these, hurry!”
 
He looked confused and then he smiled. “No, you lay down. I get to… fuck you.” He giggled. She sighed, unable to get out without his help, she complied. She slowly sat down on the cement and found a way to lie down which allowed her hands to prop her hips up. He had his pants around his ankles already. He put her legs on his shoulders. He pressed his dick against her privates, missing many times before finally making his way in. He pushed in as far as he could. He drew back, almost coming out before going back in a little deeper.
 
“Now, don’t cum in me, I’m not-“ She stopped mid-sentence, feeling his cock pulsing in her. “Oh my fucking god, you did already. didn’t you?”
He collapsed onto her, hugging her tightly as he spent his seed. “I’m sorry, it felt so good. It’s so tight.”
“Get the fuck off of me!”
He got off of her slowly and pulled his pants up. He zipped her pants back up and rolled her over, unlocking the handcuffs.
She stood up carefully, feeling weak and worn. She desperately wanted the objects out of her, but didn’t want to make more of a spectacle than she already had. At this point she remembered her clothes were still inside – she had to get them to get her car keys. She started around to the front of the house, the boy was just staring. She paused, “what’s your name?”
 
“I’m Billy… Can we do this again?”
“Look, Billy, this was a one time thing, just go home and don’t tell anyone. Consider this night my little gift.”
He cast his eyes to the ground. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Vanessa.” He nodded, still staring at the ground. “Go home!” She snapped.
He nodded quickly and walked away. Once he went inside she continued to the front door and turned the knob. She eased the door open and stepped in. She made her way to the main room. Emma was still secured in the middle of the room and Laura was sitting in the corner, her stomach still bulging. The bathroom door was closed - Maggie and the masked Man must be in there, along with her clothes.
 
Laura noticed her and whispered loudly. “What are you doing back here? You’re going to get in trouble!” She stood carefully, using the wall for support. “Get out of here before he comes out!” Emma watched the exchange silently.
“I need my keys to leave.”
“Just walk - get out of here while you can!”
She debated leaving, but then she heard him say something through the closed door as the toilet flushed. Vanessa slipped around the corner and waited. She heard the door open and then he called for Laura. She heard the rustling of clothes before the door shut again. She peeked around the corner to see Maggie standing in the middle of the room, her arms still bound and her pants locked again. Vanessa’s pants laid on the ground beside her. She grabbed them and found her keys in the pocket. She tugged on Maggie’s shoulder. Maggie followed mechanically.
“Wait, you can’t leave us here!” Emma said in something above a whisper.
“I don’t have a choice, if I let you down then he’ll know I came back and your mom will still be here.”
“We can fight him, let me down and we can end this shit!”
 
Vanessa heard them talking through the door. She decided that any more hesitation could get them caught again. She tugged Maggie around the corner and out the door. They walked quickly to her car, hoping no one was watching two partially dressed girls running across the street in the darkness. She opened the door and helped Maggie in, noticing her expression contort as she sat. She went around and got in the driver’s seat, tossing her clothes in the back. She didn’t look back.
“What did he do to you in the bathroom?”
She stared at the floor, arms still bound behind her. “Water.”
That meant she still had the lemon and lime in her as well. “What a sicko.”
Maggie burst into tears, “I can’t believe you did that to us, you could have stopped and let us go!”
“If I did then it would have been worse, and now you know how I felt after you did it to me last night!”
She continued to sob. “I-I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too. We’ll figure out what to do after we get this stuff out of us.”
They were silent for the rest of the drive. Both gasping and grunting when they drove over bumps and holes.
 
They rushed into her apartment building. They were more cautious inside, peeking around each corner before going further. They made their way upstairs with only a quick, confused glance by someone she didn’t recognize. They got inside and locked the door. She untied the binders on Maggie’s arms. Then she came to Maggie’s pants, she had forgotten about the lock. The zippers were thicker than normal as well. The pants were also locked at the top too.
Maggie noticed as well. “What the fuck are we going to do? Get these off!” She whined, tears welling in her eyes again.
“It’s okay, we’ll figure something out.” She undid her corset as she thought. She didn’t think scissors would cut through the vinyl and she didn’t have anything bigger. “I’m going to go to the bathroom and think; when I come back out we can go get something to cut that off, okay?”
“No, get this off of me first!”
“I can’t! I can’t even think clearly with this shit in my ass!”
“How do you think I feel? You’re keeping it in by choice, I’m not!”
Vanessa slapped her. “I am only able to do this because you forced me to keep eggs in my ass last night. I don’t want strange things in my ass, but I couldn’t really let it out in public, could I? Quit whining and wait just a little longer!”
Maggie sighed and nodded.
 
Vanessa stripped off the vinyl clothes. She sat down and pushed. After a few tries she felt the apple pop out, it didn’t feel as small as she had remembered it being. After the pain subsided she pushed again, feeling the dildo slide out slowly. She stood up and pulled it out the rest of the way. She felt so much better now, she felt much weaker as well. She cleaned the bathroom and then herself before she put her clothes on and went back to the living room.
 
Maggie was lying on the couch, waiting. Vanessa went next door and asked her neighbor for his toolbox. She had to assure him that she wanted to do this herself, as he usually helped her with any fix-it job around their place. After some small talk she came back and opened it up next to the couch. She found a a pair of wire cutters, and after some trial and error, they eventually broke the zippers. She ran to the bathroom as fast as she could.
 
Vanessa figured they could cut the pants the rest of the way when she came back out. She reached into her pocket and brought out the thick envelope she had avoided until now. She found a note and five bundles of 100 dollar bills.
“I was going to say ‘April Fool’s’ and give you nothing, but I decided I wanted to use you again. I guess that’s the surprise. See you soon!”