Abduction Part 2 (w/ story)

I finished the second panel to Abduction Part 2! Hope you enjoy it. Cheryl found herself in a major pickle. She was no match for this girl. Continuing to fight would result in nothing but more pain for herself. “Well, I’m screwed,” she thought. The girl was still perched on Cheryl’s shoulders, her hand placed over her mouth. Cheryl was stunned at how light the girl was, which made the ease by which she was overpowered all the more baffling. “It just isn’t fair,” Cheryl thought. How on earth was this tiny girl less than half her age be a better fighter than herself, who had an entire career’s worth of experience? The girl spoke. “Do you promise to behave yourself, Cheryl?” In that moment, Cheryl knew there was nothing she could do. If she was going to get out of this predicament, she was going to have to be smart. Physically, it was pointless to resist. Cheryl nodded her head in compliance, “mmhmm”. This was the first time in her life that she had ever found herself at the mercy of someone else, and to someone so small and young at that. It was an unbearable feeling. “Good,” the girl said with a giggle as she jumped from Cheryl’s shoulders. This girl’s acrobatics and flexibility were incredible. She could move her body in ways Cheryl couldn’t believe. And all without breaking a sweat. It was almost inhuman. Cheryl looked down at her tiny captor, humiliated and helpless. The girl reached up, grabbed Cheryl’s sweaty face, and pulled it down so the two were eye-to-eye. “You’re my plaything now. Is that understood?” she said, a faint smile on her face. Cheryl could do nothing but obey. “Yes,” she said. “Now let’s go to my place,” the girl said, “My car is parked outside. You’re gonna drive us there.” After hearing this, Cheryl reflexively erupted in anger. “No! I’m not going to your dungeon to be tortured for the rest of my life!” That was a big mistake. With lightning speed, the girl lifted her leg and pinned Cheryl firmly to the wall, her foot pressed tightly against her neck. “That’s exactly what you’re gonna do, and you’re gonna do it without resisting. Unless you want to suffer more. Is that what you want?” “No,” Cheryl said as she gasped for air. “P-please, I can’t breathe.” “Now are you gonna be a good girl?” the girl replied calmly. “Yes!” Cheryl yelled in agony. “Do you promise?” “I promise! Please, you’re gonna kill me!” The girl released her neck and Cheryl quickly collapsed to the floor, panting heavily. The girl looked down at her new slave. “Now let’s get going, you’ve got a whole new life awaiting you,” she said as she stroked Cheryl’s hair. She then grabbed Cheryl’s hair and began pulling her toward the door. Cheryl crawled across the floor at her mistress’s feet like an obedient dog. “Now before we go outside, I want you to stand up,” the girl commanded. Cheryl obeyed. “Just to make sure you don’t try anything funny, you’re gonna carry me to the car, okay?” “Carry you to the car? I’m not doing that! Walk your...” Cheryl once again protested, before being silenced by a hand over the mouth. Despite her dire situation, Cheryl was having a hard time controlling her impulse to fight back, an impulse that she knew was going to put her in a world of pain if she didn’t control it. “You’re a slow learner, aren’t you Cheryl?” the girl said as she grabbed Cheryl by the throat and began to squeeze. Cheryl struggled to breathe. “I could just keep squeezing and end your life right here and now, is that what you want?” “No cough please, I’ll do what you say,” Cheryl said. The girl continued to tighten her grip. “I bet you like being chocked by someone so much smaller than you, don’t you?” Cheryl couldn’t muster a reply, as she was on the verge of fainting. The girl held her smooth, pale hand firmly in place. Cheryl’s face was so flush red and swollen, she looked a pimple about to burst. The girl continued to squeeze mercilessly. Cheryl thought she was going to die, but even then, she knew resisting would only make things worse. The girl held her grip up until the very last second possible, and then released. Cheryl collapsed to the ground once again and began gasping for air with the voraciousness of a drowning iguana. She had never been so grateful for the ability to breathe. The sound of her panting was so loud it very well could have woken the neighbors. “Shhh...we don’t want anyone to hear now, do we?” the girl said with an eerie calmness. Cheryl tried her best to get her breathing under control. After a few seconds, the girl reached down and guided Cheryl to her feet by placing a hand under her chin. “Okay, time to go. Now turn around.” Cheryl complied. The girl then jumped onto her back, piggy-back style. She locked one arm around Cheryl’s neck and placed a hand firmly over her mouth. “If you make a sound, I’ll break your neck. Is that understood?” Cheryl quickly nodded in compliance, knowing full well that this sadistic girl wouldn’t hesitate for a minute to put her to sleep for good. “Now go.” Cheryl opened the door and began quickly making her way to the car parked in her driveway. It was pitch dark outside, and there wasn’t a soul in sight, convenient for Cheryl’s captor. Cheryl heard the sound of crickets for possibly the last time in her life. After a few seconds, mistress and slave were both seated comfortably in the car, Cheryl behind the driver’s wheel and her captor in the passenger’s seat. Cheryl was not looking forward to whatever awaited her. The girl then reached forward and opened the glove box. Cheryl’s heart rate quickened. “Oh god, what is she doing??” she thought to herself. She grabbed out nothing other than a large roll of duct tape. The implications of this were obvious. “Put your hands on the steering wheel,” she ordered. Cheryl did so. “Now hold still.” She then began diligently taping Cheryl’s hands to the steering wheel. She was very liberal with the amount she used, so there was no chance of Cheryl going anywhere or trying anything foolish. “There we go, now we don’t have to worry about you doing anything stupid,” she said. “Now, it’s time to get comfy. The girl then leaned back against the passenger door, lifted her legs, and pressed her feet against Cheryl’s face. Cheryl reflexively moved her head away, but the girl quickly grabbed her head with her feet and pulled it closer. “Don’t struggle,” she said calmly, as she used her feet to gently stroke Cheryl’s face. Cheryl held as still as she could, despite the unpleasant smell. The girl’s feet were covered in dirt, which she gleefully began smearing all over Cheryl’s beat-up face. Cheryl sat there motionless, humiliated, but at this point she wouldn’t dare to resist. “Do you like having your mistress’s dirty feet all over your face?” the girl asked tauntingly. Cheryl wanted to say nothing, but worried about the consequences of such an act. “Yes,” she said. The girl then placed her big toe over Cheryl’s lips. “Open your mouth,” she said. “Oh God,” Cheryl thought to herself. “I can’t believe this is happening.” She then did as she was told and slowly opened her mouth. The girl quickly stuck her toe inside. Cheryl almost gagged, although in reality, the taste wasn’t as bad as she was expecting. “Suck on it.” Cheryl wrapped her lips around the girl’s toe and began moving her head forward and backward in a sucking motion. “Does that taste good?” the girl asked. Cheryl nodded. The girl smiled, “then you shouldn’t have a problem cleaning all my toes, should you?” Cheryl shook her head, “mm mm” she said. “Good girl. I suggest you get used to the taste of my feet. You’re gonna be spending a lot of time cleaning them from now on.” Cheryl suddenly began to choke up. “Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded, although she knew it was futile. “Shhh...now start driving,” the girl ordered as she started the car and put it in gear, her feet still on Cheryl’s face. “Okay,” Cheryl said, defeated. TO BE CONTINUED