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Collected by Djian
Jessica Brown
A Story of Bondage / Imprisonment
Chapter 1
All rights owned by Master Ken
A "VACATION FOR" JESSICA - - -
At the Masters Institute for Training
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The city of Ames, Iowa is a quiet town. Especially as the sun is coming up on a Fall Saturday morning.
Looking either way on Chestnut Street there was little activity. A dog barked out a morning greeting to the
neighborhood and from somewhere, another one answered. A car moved slowly up the tree-lined street.
With no other traffic in sight it slowed and started repeatedly as newspapers flew out of the window
landing randomly on lawns and stoops. One had to notice the amount of trees and shrubbery present on
the grounds of nearly all the neat single family homes in the neighborhood. Privacy was a thing to be
desired for the folks on Chestnut. Typical was the Brown's home at # 47.
A medium sized two story white colonial, black shutters, red front door and the neatly trimmed lawn
bordered by the driveway which ran alongside and led to the two car garage at the back of the property.
Most folks parked toward the back, entered, and left by the side door. Michael and Jessica Brown and
their children had lived in the home for twelve years. Quiet people, they were well liked by the
neighbors...and on this morning they were up early!
Across town at the Ramada Inn, three figures bustled about a shiny black van. With the sliding side-door
wide open, a passerby might have noticed some unusual features. Behind the passenger seat was the
usual Captain's chair, like any other save for the dark colored leather straps attached to the pedestal
base, the arm rests and a sort of headrest affair rather like a dentist's chair. Immediately behind the
drivers seat was a flat body board, thinly upholstered in vinyl and mounted atop a wheeled carriage much
like a stretcher. It too held several leather straps and handholds cut into the sides for carrying the board
out of the vehicle. The van's occupants wore neatly pressed white uniform-type shirts, dress pants, and
polished shoes. They looked much like ambulance attendants as the two men and one woman busied
themselves.
"We should have done this last night after we dropped off Carla" the woman spoke softly as she tossed
two tangled bundles of white rope to one of the men who, in turn, passed one on to the second man.
"Who knew we'd get another call so soon and right here in Ames!"
The woman had climbed into the van and stood at the "body board" sorting and folding what seemed to
be dozens of items. White, black and multi-colored scarves...several sizes of cotton bandana-type cloths
and dishtowels...three stacks of dish towels! "We were smart to use the Laundromat here anyway." The
woman smiled at her partners. "We're ready for anything!"
The larger man asked "Who is this one anyway, another wayward teen-ager for training?"
The woman stopped her folding and sorting and picked up a clipboard. "Let's see...Nope!...a woman,
married, 37 years old....Jessica Lee Brown." She read further.
"oooOOOOoooo <giggle>...signed in by her HUSBAND!...Sheeesz! What a prick HE must
be…<hehehehehe!>."
The man in front chuckled, "You never know...you haven't met HER yet…<hahahaha!>"
"Yeah" said the female "but it says here the husband says she'll be docile...Oh and take off the straps,
this is a "rope and rag" job fellas", she giggled.
The three finished the task of getting organized, winding up with two small black duffel bags on the back
floor of the van. They ate a large breakfast then returned to the van. The larger man would drive, the other
rode "shotgun" and the female busied herself in back. With the dome light on she zipped shut the special
curtains and tucked away any loose items of rope or cloth. When the light was switched off the van was in
total blackness though the sun was well on the rise. She climbed into the Captain's chair and began to
remove the restraining straps. She spoke quietly to herself. "Yessss! Rope and rags...I LOVE IT!!" And the
mysterious van rolled smoothly out on the thoroughfare. In classic contrast to the black paint were the
only identifying letters "M.I.T."
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"Michael! Please tell me what's going on! I've showered, dressed in my running suit, made breakfast for
us.... Everything you asked and
it's only 6:30 and it's SATURDAY! And why are the kids off at my mother's? W H A T I S T H E S U R P R I S
E ?!?!?!?!?" Jessica dragged out the question, stamped her feet, and shook her fists in little girl fashion.
"Have some more coffee dear, you'll know soon enough." As Michael turned and left the room, he said
just loudly enough for her to hear "They'll be here anytime".
"WHO? WHAT? WHO'LL BE HERE ANYTIME?????? MICHAEL!!!!!! Jessica shrieked in frustration and
when no reply was forthcoming, she plopped back into her chair.
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"According to the map, Chestnut is three blocks up on the right. Yep ...Chestnut. Turn here."
"I know for Christ's sake!"
At 6:38, the shiny black van turned the corner and all on board began to look for #47.
"Fifty three, one, forty nine...Here!"
The large van swung wide to the left then sharply right as it quietly entered the driveway and stopped at
the side door.
"Keep the noise down...I think this is a surprise."
The woman giggled again and the three attendants climbed out of the van and with duffel bags in hand,
softly walked to the front of the house and stood at the red front door. One of the men raised the knocker.
Jessica wasn't sure whether to be excited or frightened or both as she sat with her coffee cup in her
hand. Michael had left the kitchen.
KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK!!....."OH!!" Coffee flew out of the cup and into her lap as Jessica's hands
jerked uncontrollably. She leaped up to avoid the hot liquid...grabbing at a dishtowel as if trying to wipe it
off before it happened.
"They're HERE, dear!" Michael's voice sang the announcement.
Jessica's heart pounded so hard in her chest she could see it! "WHO is here?"
Michael entered the kitchen..."Sit dear!" His voice was stern but there was a trace of a grin at his lips. As
she settled back into the chair the archway was suddenly filled by three figures in uniform...Strangers! An
AMBULANCE SQUAD???? Jessica's mind raced for answers! Michael backed toward a corner, coffee
mug in hand watching.
The woman with the clipboard was moving toward Jessica and stood practically on top of
her...intentionally causing her to feel trapped.
"Jessica Lee Brown...you are hereby instructed to accompany us. Your husband has made all the
arrangements, I trust he's explained it all to you?"
"NO! NO, he hasn't! Who ARE you people? I'm NOT going anywhere with you!" There was fear in
Jessica's voice and it cracked...her eyes darted franticly about the room. She tried to rise from the chair
but as she almost stood the woman nudged her chest hard and she fell back...the chair slid back against
the wall and the female guard again pinned her into the chair.
"Michael!! Tell them!!! OOOOHhhh God! What IS this?"
The woman now stood hard against Jessica's chair forcing her leg between Jessica's as she towered
over her soon to be captive. The feeling of confinement and of intimidation were too much for Jessica and
she screamed out "PLEASE"!! Get OFF me!! And with two hands, she pushed the woman away
backwards. The woman pretended to trip and fell on her butt letting the clipboard fly over her head and
hollering "OK, that's it!…She's NOT docile! We'll do it MY way!!"
< Unwittingly, Jessica had been goaded and trapped into resisting. Exactly what the attendants and her
husband wanted. >
"Michael!!!" Her voice was pitifully hoarse and broken. Finally, from where he stood against the wall, her
husband spoke so softly and slowly she had to stand still just to hear him.
"Jessica dearest, for the longest time you've talked about things you're unhappy with...things about
yourself. Although I love you, I feel there are things about you I would like to see changed also. With or
without your cooperation I have made arrangements to correct ALL of these flaws." Michael put down his
cup, walked closer to his wife, and took her two hands in his as she sat on the edge of the chair. "Now,
Jessica, these people are going to take you to a place where that will be accomplished. You will not know
where you are. I neither will know where you've been taken. I do not know how long you will be held there."
Michael drew up a chair next to his wife. "I have made a list of all the physical and emotional
shortcomings I could think of and <hehehehe>," He unfolded five or six sheets of paper and Jessica
could see writing on BOTH SIDES! Michael handed the paper to the woman, laughing. <hehehehehe!>
"And as you can see, it's quite a list, dear!!! Our contract with the institution calls for your return home
when THEY consider ALL of your problems corrected!" He stood up and went to pour another mug of
coffee. "As for how long? They say that will depend entirely upon you."
The large man stepped forward unzipping the duffel bag.
"Excuse me, but we've spent too much time here and we've got a very long ride back...Stand up Mrs. B
and cross your wrists behind your back. We're going to tie them." He spoke softly.
"WHAT??? TIE ME UP???? You people are CRAZY!"…Jessica leaped from her chair and pushing the
female guard aside, bolted for the arched doorway...the only exit. As she raced past the smaller man he
casually extended his foot and Jessica took flight briefly then fell in a heap on the thick dining room
carpet. Before she could scramble to her feet again, the woman was on top of her holding her arms
behind her, the small man then crossed her wrists and the guy with the bag withdrew a long length of
rope and in seconds her hands were bound and cinched. They sat her up and the long ends of the rope
were wrapped twice about her waist, trapping her hands and binding them tightly in back. He knotted the
waist rope in front and the two men lifted Jessica to her feet.
"Michael! Michael! Don't do this...I'll be good! I'll do everything...er ANYTHING!!!!!"
She was beginning to cry now. "MI - - Chaelllll...!" she was sobbing. If she had any thoughts that her pleas
to her husband would touch his heart and make him stop this horror...they were dashed in a FLASH OF
LIGHT! Michael stood grinning at her with his CAMERA! Snapping shot after shot. At that final indignity,
Jessica knew the struggle was over. Michael left the room and the men guided Jessica backwards to the
chair where the woman waited with a folded band of towels in one hand and what looked like a scarf in
the other. The large man's hands were firmly upon her shoulders, holding her fast to her chair. The
woman came before her holding a white kerchief and as she placed it over Jessica's head, she spoke
soothingly.
"This is just to prevent your hair getting caught in things" and she knotted the cloth loosely under the
prisoner's <for that is how Jessica now saw herself> chin.
"My name is Toni...it's my job to restrain you for the trip. It'll be better if you don't resist any more." And as
Jessica stared up blankly into her captor's dark eyes, Toni lightly patted her cheek. "We were told that you
would come along calmly but that is clearly not the case and so I have instructions I must follow...I'm
sorry." She snugged up the scarf a bit and pressed the folded towel over Jessica's eyes. "You will not be
blindfolded during the ride but for the next thing I don't wish to be watched!"
Jessica wondered what "next thing" the woman meant. There was the rustling of cloth...a zipper closing,
movement about her...Jessica was confused until she felt a wad of cloth pressed against her lips.
"Open wide, Mrs. Brown."
Instinctively and in fear of giving up her speech, Jessica clamped her lips into a thin hard line and shook
her head wildly for several seconds until without warning strong hands from behind seized her head at
the ears and held it rigid! She was amazed at the strength of the man...she knew it must be the big guy.
The cloth was back at her mouth and Toni said, "For the last time, Mrs. Brown, OPEN UP!"
She hissed at her captive. Though the hands on her ears blocked her hearing, Jessica heard Toni say to
someone "spreader". Then, there was silence, stillness for a minute or so. Jessica was startled to feel a
hand raising her jacket…she tried to wrest herself away but she was still held down…<I've no bra! I'm
naked!!> The hand was cold and as it reached her breast, it slowed and gently felt about with a finger or
two...seeking her nipple. As the fingers found the nub and began to massage it between thumb and
finger, she thought, Jessica wondered, "why was ...AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHGGGG!!!!!!."
Pain shot through her chest as she'd never felt before as her nipple was SQUEEZED!! TWISTED!! Her
mouth had flown open in a scream and as her tit was released she realized she could not close her
mouth. Something hard and rubbery had been placed between her teeth.
Toni spoke again and giggled! "Like I said, Mrs. Brown, now we'll do it MY way...Open your mouth further
or I'LL do it!…and to demonstrate she jacked Jessica's jaws open. Jessica felt two "clicks". Toni had put
some kind of a dental tool in Jessica's mouth.
"Listen lady, I can spread your jaw till it's touching your chest! If you don't want that just relax your jaw.
"AAWWWWGGGRRRFF" Jessica moaned and as she tried to relax it, her jaw was opened two more
clicks...then a third and it was held there.
"OK, Mrs. Brown, <giggle> now to fill it up." The next few minutes seemed like forever to the helpless
Jessica. The man holding her head tipped it far backward and Toni began stuffing cloth into her mouth...
"Too bad, lady," Toni cooed, "I would have just popped a rag in there to keep you quiet and you'd have
been fine. But, NOW we're going to see who's in control <giggling!>" The first cloth was pushed deep in
Jessica's mouth as another < Bandana? she thought. > was packed in. Toni's fingers stuffed the cloth
into Jessica's cheeks, under her tongue. When she pulled out her fingers Jessica expected a cloth tied
over it...but ANOTHER rag entered her mouth! Toni poked and prodded and even forced cloth between the
captive's teeth and her lips. Jessica was afraid she would "Gag" on the gag but Toni knew her task and
the cloths did not choke. Rather, her idea was to keep Jessica's mouth wide open and her jaws strained.
Toni released the spreader but Jessica's jaws barely moved together. Toni patted her cheeks again and
said, "Beautiful!...now watch this."
Another bandana folded to 2" wide was pulled between Jessica's teeth forcing the whole gag deeper in
her mouth. Then Toni said "And THIS!" So saying she seized the ends of the headscarf and with a
GRUNT! And pulled with all her might and bound Jessica's jaw tight to the wadding.
Jessica had never experienced a gag like this or even near to it. But in the midst of her fear and all the
questions unanswered...something was "stirring" in Jessica. In the darkness, in her bondage...the
tightness of her wrist bonds...the incredible discomfort of her overly gagged mouth...the feeling she might
gag...she couldn't think…her mind was a blur…awash with feelings of constriction, helplessness… the
pressure at her mouth...stuffed open, yet tied shut at once...the wadding tasted dry but clean...she tested
her gag "mmmmfffggmm". She could barely hear what would have been a shout! Toni wasn't finished
and Jessica felt the constriction of another cloth being tied over her mouth! This was a dishtowel, Jessica
knew immediately and in the midst of her agony she thought to herself <"I must be crazy...I'm being
tortured by a gag-crazy woman...and this towel smells so nice and fresh .MMMMmmmmmmmm.. So nice
and it's so tight…so secure and I'm a helpless hostage…mmmmmmmmmmm." >
Hands lifted her from her chair and she was half carried, half dragged, propelled in darkness and silence
out her side door, across a walk and lifted into a car?...a truck?...Everything in her mind was changing
gears...she felt confused, yet alright. "Michael" she tried to think of Michael...what happened?...she could
not focus...Michael was of a different world. She was here now...tightly bound, cruelly gagged, blindfolded.
Doors closed and the van moved beneath her. Strong hands were lashing her into a chair with ropes
TIGHT about her chest…cris-crossed above and below her breasts. Another set of hands bound her
ankles together too tightly! Then drew them back and roped them to a post under the seat. They tied her
knees together and crossed the rope between them and cinched them. Jessica had been tied up many
times for play...this was not play.
AND WHERE WAS SHE GOING..? WHY..? OH YES!..TRAINING!... WHAT TRAINING?? She thought again
of Michael…why he had done this? It didn't matter now. Now she was a prisoner, helpless and
frightened, she didn't belong to Michael. These people were her captors, they had control of her...Jessica
sighed into her gag and tried to relax. Her hands were crushed behind her and her mouth ached terribly.
She couldn't help it...her captors wanted her that way...
And now she had no choices...now she belonged to them...only they could stop the hurting, the awful
helplessness...so uncomfortable... can't move anything...mouth...God, I want to close my mouth...later,
maybe later they'll let me close my mouth...a long ride...I heard them say it's a LONG ride...I'll be bound for
hours...and though her mouth was bound...Jessica smiled… ;-)
The van merged into the freeway traffic...and they settled down for the long boring ride to Hobble, Iowa.
End Chapter 1 / Chapter Two.