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<pre>
"Why ?" (NC, M/f, F/f)
 by
 SD


It was nearly 6:00 PM when Jean Sugarmann left work.  In the normal
course of events she would have been home with her family by 6:30.
This was not a normal day, however, and she never reached her car,
being stopped in the nearly empty parking lot by an armed pair, a
man and a woman.  Mrs. Sugarmann was blindfolded, gagged, and her
wrists and thumbs were cuffed behind her back.  She was forced to
kneel and to place her head on the wooden block on the floor by the
woman's feet.  The woman then placed her foot on Jean's neck and
the barrel of a small caliber rifle to Jean's head and ordered her
to be still and silent until further notice.

After a short trip the van reached a warehouse.  Pulling inside the
warehouse, Jean was ordered to sit up, and a leash fastened around
her neck.  She was then ordered to stand, her walking shoes were
replaced by the high heeled pumps in her bag, and her ankles were
hobbled.  She was then led from the van and through the warehouse
until the group came to some stairs which the blindfolded and hobbled
captive negotiated with difficulty, but which eventually brought her
to a walk-in freezer.  She was forced into the freezer (the temperature
of which had been set so that it was quite cool, but well above freezing)
and the freezer door closed.  Her hands were then released, and she
was ordered to remove her clothes.  She seemed unwilling to comply
with this order, and her captors began beating her with thin canes.
Eventually she slid off her vest and her trembling hands moved to
the buttons of her white blouse, and the beating stopped as she
unbuttoned and then removed her blouse, and then unzipped and pushed
down her blue, just-above-the knees skirt, and stood in her undergarments
and heels.  The resumption of the beating convinced her that a slip,
bra, and panty hose were articles meeting the definition of clothing,
and she removed the slip and bra and pushed the hose to her ankles,
where the hobbles on her ankles prevented their further movement.
Her captors took her arms and lay them across one another behind her back,
then tightly bound them together.  The hobbles were removed, followed
by the removal of her hose, then she was forced to slip back into her
shoes and to walk, shivering, further into the cold storage facility.
When she reached a small stool a tug on her leash brought her to a stop,
and she was order to lift her left leg, the ankle of which was tied to
her thigh, and she was lifted onto the small stool, which was barely large
enough for her one foot.  A noose was lowered and tightened around her
neck and she began urgent protests into her gag.  "Shut up", she was
ordered, as the gag was removed.  "We're only interested in your screams,
not your words.  The next attempt to communicate will cost you your
life".  Her left shoe was removed, and her captors then began using
short, stingy whips on her, working all over her long, slender leg
and her slim frame, paying special attention to the medium sized
breasts that created such a voluptuous appearence on so small and
slender a body, as well as to her exposed left foot.  The strokes
were sharp but didn't carry the force to knock her off the stool,
though her own futile efforts to move away from the whipping caused
her to sway on her stool and nearly caused her to fall before she
realized she had to remain still if she wanted to stay alive.  Her
apparent interest in remaining alive urged her tormentors on, and
from all directions came the sharp whip tips to bite again and again
into the cool surface of her foot and thigh and her buttocks, back,
breasts and belly.  She'd been screaming for some time, her screams
echoing off the walls of the makeshift dungeon but going no further.
Eventually Jean could no longer prevent the words from sneaking out
between her shouts and sobs, and she cried out again and again
"STOP - PLEASE STOP - WHY ? -  WHAT DO YOU WANT ? - WHAT HAVE I DONE ?
- WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME ? - WHY ? - WHY ?".  Despite this breach
of orders, her captors took no overt steps to end her life.

Finally tiring of her questions, the man caught her tongue with a pair
of pliers, then stapled it to her upper lip.  "All right, you want to
know why we're doing this, what it is we want ?  We want this to hurt
so much that you will prefer to jump off the stool and strangle to
death in that noose around your neck than bear the pain another moment.
"What have you done ?"  I don't know, what have you done ?  Did you
think that what you've done or not done would keep you safe ?
"Why you ?"  Why not you ?   Do you deserve to live any more than the
next person who would have come out that door does ?".  He then went
back to stinging Jean's terribly sore breasts, and the evening hours
were filled with the crack of leather on naked flesh and a woman's
screams, which as the night wore on sometimes also cracked, and were
often supplemented by laughing voices, until suddenly these sounds were
replaced by the sound of rope rubbing on metal, and as that sound slowed,
by the sound of two sets of footsteps leaving the room.

