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Every third Saturday Janet goes to pick up her friend Marla and they go garage sale shopping. This was one such Saturday, except Marla didnāt answer the door. Janet looked around and found all the cars present, yet no answer at the door. She walked around the house and decided to walk out to Davidās workshop. Marlaās husband was a self-employed cabinet-maker and had a wonderful shop out behind their home on 3 acres. Janet didnāt know what to expect when she reached the entrance of the shop. In fact she assumed it would be locked tightly. Instead at the turn of the door handle, it opened into the building. Most of the lights were off, so Janetās eyes had to adjust to the darkness. She called out softly, seeking David or Marla. As Janet was about to leave a hand reached out of the still darkness and wrapped right over her mouth.
Janet saw nothing, but certainly knew she was in trouble. She was being pushed by someone stronger than she was. It was evident that it was David. When they reached one of the shop workbenches, she was pushed forward and onto it. Scared into action, Janet tried to scream but, her voice was stifled, the large hand still over her mouth. She tried to fight, to no avail. As her energy wore, her captor quietly wrapped her wrists in extension cording. She was then hoisted up onto the workbench and her arms stretched forward from her body, leaving her half on the table and half off. Quickly she was gagged by a shop towel or rag of some sort, her eyes covered by a dark, woolen hat slipped over her head. Janet was terrified. She could not imagine what David was considering doing to her (and was it David?). Her captor left her side and was obviously gathering things from around the shop.
When he returned, he removed Janetās skirt and panties, leaving her stay put stockings in place. Next he secured her legs to the legs of the workbench. It was an adequate spread for what her tormentor had in mind. He loosened Janetās arms and brought her to her feet, tearing her blouse from her trembling body. The bra was unhooked and tossed aside. Janet was totally nude, except for the stockings and her heels. The captor then placed a covered wedge at the edge of the shop bench, with the highest end meeting the end of the bench. Once that was secure, he pushed Janet forward; this hoisted her rear into the air. The benches had different shaped cut outs that acted as vice grips to hold cylindrical or rectangular pieces of wood. Janet was on the end of the bench with the cylindrical cutouts. Her breasts fell right into two of the openings and then her arms were once again pulled forward, stretching her taught. The man began to close the vice grips on her breasts making them swell tight within their confines, and her nipples to poke out well below the table on the bottom side. Janetās mind raced, her heart jumped and flip flopped, trying to decipher why this was happening to her. Any screaming sounds made were all lost to the towel securely in her mouth.