The Games We Play
by Emma Bond
Author's Note: For Rob at Ropedreams http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Rope_Dreams/ Thanks for inspiring me. Hope you enjoy the story.
I thought I would never leave work this evening, it was always the same. Someone always wants something at the last minute. It makes me angry how most people I meet are what I call "crisis managers". Always leaving things to the deadline, then dumping the work on a colleague to do at the very last minute. I eventually finished the report, dropped it in the "In" tray and walked out before someone wanted something else doing. Unpaid volunteer work for campaign season would look good on a C.V. but sure was a killer on your social life.
I had to get out and recharge the batteries. The only way I have recently to do that, is to put myself into a situation where I have no say in the matter and just have to endure a bit of solitude. Restricting myself from the world outside. Having no connection to a phone or the TV for hours. Just allowing my body to switch off without control. To leave my brain to think about things, no matter how trivial. That's partly the reason I got into the situation.
I have always done things to the extreme. My family was reasonably well off and I had ponies as a girl. I was a bit of a daredevil, always riding the hard path, jumping hedges and ditches I shouldn't, yet I realized I was putting myself and the horse in greater danger than necessary. I grew up with my sisters, but wasn't interested in dolls. I wanted the excitement of danger. I read Walter Scott's Ivanhoe rather than Little Women, which my sisters were into. The bit that sticks in my mind and always appealed to me was when Ivanhoe said to Isaac of York, he "will not spare horse nor armour", when he jousted at Ashby-de-la-Zouch. He was going at his task, full on. I liked that. I wanted that in my life. Reading Bronte, the love stories took second place to the rugged outdoors, the freedom on the moors away from people and being alive and free.
Well I know all this sounds like a contradiction, but in high school I went with a kinky older boy, we fooled around a lot. After a joint or alcohol we were experimenting like crazy. I did blow jobs, a thing I thought I would never do after watching it on a porno film. I watched it because I wanted to know what sex was all about, rather than learning from books and magazines. Pornos were graphic. I never thought the people were in love, just doing it. I loved my first boyfriend so much, we acted out the films. He popped my cherry, then my anal cherry, and finally my BJ cherry in the months to come.
I was insatiable, and loved being in love and having sex. It was a picture in a porno mag that got us into a bondage scenario we acted. He tied me to the bed and he would tease me for ages with his hands and a vibrator. He tickled me till I cried, then his fingers very gently traced their way all over my body causing me to pant and want him. To have him bring me to orgasm, which he always denied me, before climbing on my spread-eagled body and slowly sliding his cock into me. Inch by inch, I could feel him in my pussy, wet and wanting him to thrust into me deeper and harder, but he never did, until he was propped up on his elbows so our bodies were touching.
He lay on me, his hips wriggling side to side over my clitoris, his hot breath on my cheeks as I bucked my hips up to get him to start fucking me. Then his weight pressed down on me stopping this, as he kissed and nibbled my lips gently. His tongue gently probing my mouth. Nibbling at my ears and neck I almost came from this alone. Then he was withdrawing his cock before he slammed it back into me with an animal thrust before starting to nibble my ears again. This time he withdrew and slowly filled my pussy again before more neck and ear nibbling. A hand traced over my breasts as he bent his head to take my nipples in his mouth. The flick of his tongue causing them to harden instantly. He sucked, nibbled and bit them, pulling at them with his teeth, as his hands squeezed and kneaded my breasts. His lips found their way back up to mine, as he thrust his cock into me slowly at first building up a tempo as I became wetter and started panting. Waiting for my orgasm to build to a crescendo until the dam would burst.
His lips crushed mine and I could feel him panting as our tongues played and probed with each other. I threw my head back as my orgasm hit me, but he hadn't had his, so continued thrusting harder and faster into me. I was so turned on by our afternoon exertions I came again as he shot his seed deep into me. It was my first time that I had come twice during sexual intercourse.
We were both pretty exhausted after our little session and we both fell asleep. I was still tied and he was cuddling me when I awoke. It was a strange feeling at first. I was pinned by his weight on me as he dozed, and I couldn't move being spread-eagled on the bed as I was. It gave me time to think about what I had enjoyed about sex like that. I didn't have to make all the moves, but I was also defenseless to stop anything I didn't want to do. I was totally at the mercy of someone else.
Yes I trusted him, but who's to say I couldn't be on the end of a Frat prank with the football team groping me and having the ass shagged off me by 30 muscle-bound meat-heads. I was totally helpless. I couldn't free myself. Hell, I could hardly move with the exception of the wriggling fingers and toes. Only my brain was working, thinking about shopping lists, my sistersí birthday card I needed to send, that sort of thing. I actually liked being tied. It was erotic. It was sexy and we had sex a lot like this. I tied him and teased him till he begged me to whack him off, but mostly I liked the feeling of the rope restricting me. Stopping my freedom, knowing only my mind was actually free.
Well with him being older, he left school a year or so before me, and I realized I needed my fix from the ropes. With the Internet being used more and more, and this great big computer age dawning, what with everyone getting a pc, the inevitable happened. I became used to tying myself up, and found several sites on-line that gave dares and situations, and provide the "how to do self-bondage" information I needed. It wasn't the same as with a partner, but it satisfied me that a vibrator in the right place can be unmerciful and unrelenting, making you come over and over.
So after graduation and not really having a clue as to what I wanted to do, my father suggested going on the campaign trail. He gave me a small allowance that would allow me to live while I did the work voluntarily. A good education from a good school, and this, would set me in good stead for anything I wanted to do later on, he said. So being daddyís girl and not wanting to disappoint, I signed on the dotted line.
I wasn't interested in the politics. It was a job like any other. It slowly dawned on me though, that it was all about who you know in this world, to get you on to the next rung of the ladder. It became depressing for me, as there were so many more talented people out in this big world, who wouldn't get a chance. One politician is as bad as another. Never answering a direct question and a firm handshake will take you to the White House though. The good thing for me is I was travelling around city by city seeing the country, and could catch up on my old classmates as I went.
So after a week gut-full of lies, bullshit, and deceit, yet we still successfully went up several points in the polls, I was ready to get home and turn the phone off for two days and do nothing. Even the drive to my apartment didn't upset me, although there was still an ass on the road who thought it was cool to cut me up on the road home. Once the car was in the garage and the doors shut and locked for the evening and I could be in my own little world again. I was happy.
After a quick toilet break and shower. I was in a kinky mindset to free me from my woes of the day. That meant having a bondage session. I walked naked back to the bedroom where I had already laid out on the bed what I needed. I was contemplating wearing some sexy underwear as I had recently bought a bra and pantie combination. Those, some stockings and a garter belt and I would look amazing tied up. Trouble is I would be the only one to see it. I really couldn't be bothered adding to the washing pile, so a naked tie was what I decided on. It would be cool in the evening, but I would be free and dressed by then so I wasn't worried about prancing around the house naked.
A few squirts of lube rubbed onto the remote butt plug saw me standing with one leg up on the bed and bending slightly forwards as I slipped the plug into me. I could feel my ass pucker as the plug probed me before I angled it up into my ass. It slowly opened to take more of the plug as I pushed it deeper into me, where it finally closed around the tapered end of the plug.
I took hold of my Venus Butterfly and strapped it around my waist. I positioned the little three inch bulb into my pussy while the ridged part I pressed hard between my pussy lips to keep it against my clitoris. Then I strapped the Venus in place with the two thigh straps so I could walk about while the Venus held its position snuggled tightly against my mound. I inserted the freshly charged batteries into the remote control unit and tucked the remote into the thigh strap for the time being.
I padded off to the ice box where I had frozen two short pieces of string in a small block of ice. As I hopped up onto the bed, the exertion of that jiggled the intruder impaling my ass and I gasped. My bedroom has a ceiling fan directly over the bed. I wasn't going to use it so I moved the blade in the off position so that it was directly above the centre of the bed.
I tied a long piece of sting to the blade of the fan. The other end of this I tied to a folded lock knife making sure it was tight. I then tied one of the loose ends of string in the ice to the door handle of the fitted wardrobes above my bed. The other piece of string I attached to the knife. The ice would melt and the knife would swing down to the middle of the bed and I would use that to free myself, cutting the ropes to get free.
I sat on the edge of the bed and bent to tie my ankles together. I made sure to cinch them well together so they felt comfortable but I could not wriggle my feet out of the bonds. Next up was a rope around my thighs, positioned just above my knees. You really need to do this carefully as there are tendons at the back of the knee the rope can constrict and make painful. I cinched this too and then tied the rope with the two rings just below my knee.
It is two rings tied together that are tied off to something. In this case my knee rope. With a slip knot in one end to hold a loop of rope to tie my wrists, and the loose end threaded in just the right way through the rings; that it will allow you to pull in only one direction.
I was going to hogtie myself. Now if I had tied the rings at the ankles I would be able to reach the hogtie rope to pull my ankles down to my bum. With the rings at my ankles in reach of my fingers, I could pull the rings apart, and loosen the hogtie. If you are acting out a damsel in distress situation, you sure don't want to make getting free as easy as that. That's why I opted for the rings at the back of the knees. It is physically impossible for your hands to reach down your legs to your knees to pull the rings apart.
I stood and tied a rope around my waist. I pulled this down the front of me and slipped it between my thighs. It would be the crotch rope that held the Venus in my pussy. I tied this off at the back of my waist.
Leaning forward to my ankles I doubled over a four foot length and looped this through and tightened it over the cinches I made earlier. I left it loose as I was going to use this to hogtie me in a few moments. I positioned the looped coils of rope into the loose slip knot, and threaded the free end into the rings at the back of my knees. I was almost ready to give up my freedom to the ropes that now bound me.
I took a hold of the ballgag and pushed the red latex ball between my lips so it rested behind my teeth, and buckled this behind my neck. I always loved the look of the girls on the web, gagged and drooling, yet I hate to drool all over myself. Funny, I giggled. I decided this time I would go for that effect. I undid the buckle and pulled the gag tighter moving the fastening up another hole before I was satisfied.
I picked up the leather blindfold I used and strapped it around my head up but left it on my forehead, to pull down when I was ready. It is very soft and covers the eyes but also has a nose hole so that you canít rub it off of your face when strapped on. I wriggled into the middle of the bed. The feeling of the Venus and the butt plug intruder inside me was electric.
Lying on my stomach I pulled the ankle rope up to my waist and bent my legs in as close to my bum as I could. I fed the rope through the crotch rope around my waist and pulled this tight. I fumbled around my back with my hands, making sure the hogtie rope was secure and wouldnít slip at all. My ankles were tied just a few inches from touching the backs of my thighs. Just the severity I was looking to get.
I shivered in excitement and fear as I always did before a tie. There was every possibility something could go wrong, but I had done the tie just like this dozens of times, and it never had. My knees were comfortable and bent so my feet were almost touching my bottom so it was time to secure my hands and arms and relinquish my freedom for the next hour or so.
I took the two belts I had, and tightened them above and below my breasts trapping my upper arms to my side. I could hear the ice drip onto the towel I placed on my bed to catch it. The quicker I worked the longer I had in my bonds and I didnít want to waste a minute if I could help it.
I pulled on the blindfold when I remembered I hadn't turned on the vibrator control at my thigh. Pulling up the blindfold I stretched out for the remote control pressing them until I had the random vibrating mode and then pressed the on button to stir the Venus into life. I made a quick stretch to get a hold of the fob switch that activated the gutt plug and set this to ďonĒ, before tossing it onto the pillows way behind me so it would remain out of reach.
Soon there would be no way to turn off the vibrators until my hands were free again. I quickly pulled on the blindfold and groping around in the dark, I found the looped ropes for my wrists and the pull rope that would cinch the loop and also pull my hands away from my bottom, down to my knees, that would eventually be tight enough to trap me for the next hour.
The vibrators were humming away nicely and I could feel the warmth in my loins as they turned me on. Now it was always a pain to grope behind your back and push your hands into the rope coils. With a final grunt I finally managed to push my hands into the coils. With the straps tight around my chest and a big ball in my mouth I rested a bit catching my breath before pulling the rope to tighten the slip knot. I pulled and pulled until I felt my hands stretched down towards my knees. The rings would only allow one way movement, so with every pull I could feel the rope coiled about my wrists cinch tighter. I pulled until I was satisfied I wouldnít be able to get free.
I lay there in my self imposed darkness testing my bonds.
My hands crept up to try to loosen the ropes at my ankles but the downward pull of my wrists to my knees prevented me reaching them. Wriggling my legs I tried to slip my ankles free of the ropes holding them. I knew it would be an impossible task as the ropes were also tied at the knees, and would not allow me to move all but an inch at most. Wriggling my ankles and knees to see how tight I was tied trying to find any slack I could maybe attempt to use to get free just caused the crotch rope to pull the Venus Butterfly closer into my pussy and the plug further up my ass. Then I had to let out a groan of pleasure as the Venus shifted up a tempo.
The feel of it tingling at my sex was fantastic and I murmured in pleasure, which released a small amount of drool down my chin. I tried to suck up the saliva from my mouth and swallow but the tight gag was having none of this. When you start to drool there is only two options, as I learnt from experience. Drool profusely, or forever try to swallow the saliva which in turn with the ballgag in my mouth, just made my mouth water more. I would just have to wash the sheets this evening.
The Venus started to slow to almost nothing, before getting faster and harder. Then it jumped into a buzzing dot dash Morse code effect, before turning onto its highest setting. I was already panting at the slowly increasing tempo, but when it kicked into dot dash mode then the faster setting I started a low moaning wail. The vibrator suddenly stopped and started and then stopped again. This time I moaned in anger as I was so close to orgasm. Then the vibrator started on a random low stop start buzz for the next few minutes. I laughed at myself and mused about how evil technology could be.
I could just have sat on the bed with my rabbit vibrator and taken me to orgasm over and over, but I wouldnít have done that. It was too easy. This way I had the danger of not knowing how I would come or even if I would, in the next hoursí worth of imprisonment. Thatís not to mention, what I would do if the melting string failed and snagged up. I wouldnít be able to move from the bed until the landlady came to do some cleaning Monday. Then the shock of finding me bound and gagged on my soiled bed would probably kill her, the poor thing.
It was then the vibrator kicked into full power mode between my thighs, I could feel both the plug and the Venus touching and teasing grinding in me, though separated through the thin rectal wall. I lost all track of thought of shocked cleaning ladies. I wanted to come and the vibrator was going to let me. My panting increased I was moaning into my gag. The feeling was intense. I held my breath waiting, waiting, waiting then the orgasmic dam burst and I grunted in pleasure crying out loudly as the vibrators kept up the onslaught on my vagina and ass. I came again almost immediately.
The Venus then started to slow and as I came down from my climax high. I rested my face on the duvet. It was wet from my drool but I didnít care. The orgasms I had were fantastic, and I waited for the Venus to start up again and give me more. Almost at once it did. I felt my ass being assaulted by a powerful burst from the plug but the vibrator in my pussy was on a constant low hum. It was a nice feeling but Iíve never been able to come from just anal sex. I needed the Venus in my pussy to up its game and it wasnít going to, just yet. I moaned into the gag in frustration and rested my head back down on the duvet. The vibrators teased me for ages on low before slowly upping the tempo. My mind was thinking sexy thoughts. I was being taken roughly by my old boyfriend again and teased but always denied, I wanted to touch myself to rub my clit with latex gloved fingers. To plunge my fingers into my wet sex while pawing at my clit until I came loud and hard and was satisfied, but that would be ages away.
After a long while the Venus kicked into a full powered dot dash mode drumming at me over and over. I couldnít help myself counting its rhythm 1-2 3-4-5 1-2 3-4-5 1-2 3-4-5. I was panting and moaning into my gag in time to the vibrations "I-WANT" "TO-COME-RIGHT-NOW" "PLEASE-LET ME" "COME-RIGHT-NOW"
Then as I hit my orgasm the Venus shuddered into full power and I screamed into my gag at the assault on my senses.
My pussy was contracting around the vibrator. I bucked to try to relieve the pressure on myself but the ropes of my ankles pulled on the crotch rope pulling the vibrators and the rope tighter into my fanny so there was no let up.
I cried out a strangled scream as I couldnít stop my orgasms. I buried my face into the duvet shouting into my gag "Turn off, turn off, oh god please turn off." All to no avail. I was coming but was in pain from too many orgasms. My senses had overloaded. What is pleasureable was also a pain, yet I could do nothing to prevent it. My helplessness was complete. I was at the mercy of the ice timer and the vibrators. Nothing else mattered.
Not being able to see due to the blindfold, all thoughts of the rest of the day didnít matter. I was in a highly charged sexual position, every touch, every brush of the duvet on my skin was electric and I shuddered. My only thought was my tortured pussy. Contracting wildly around the intruding vibrators that were now on full power. My ass cheeks were clammy with sweat.
The big plug was literally a pain in the ass now too.
The weight of my chest squashing my boobs into the bed was uncomfortable. I so badly wanted to turn onto my side just to relieve my weight pushing down on my crotch. Another bout of orgasms hit me and I screamed my head off burying the face deep into the duvet so as not to let the neighbours hear.
Then the vibrators cut off. I was shattered. I lay there panting for minutes to try to compose myself.
"That was quite a show you put on for me."
Blind as I was, I looked around in the direction of the voice. It was a male. In my room! Shit. How had he gotten in? I locked everything. I didnít hear anything, but I wasnít interested in that. I only cared about my next orgasm. I struggled at my wrists and ankles trying to pry the rope off with my fingers, but I was hopelessly stuck. Stuck and at the mercy of a complete stranger.
"Look lady. If you are good, I wonít hurt you. Understand? I SAID, UNDERSTAND?" He raised his voice menacingly on the last part. I whimpered and nodded my head. Although I was gagged I managed to mumble out "AT'U'UNT"
"What everyone wants! Money."
"AKE OT U ONT AN EEV" I whimpered back at him. I was scared for my safety now. I was frightened I would be raped by him any minute.
"Look lady, apart from the TV and the car, there's nothing worth stealing here. I am taking you! When your father sees what you get up to on this tape, and receives my ransom note he will be more than happy to pay me the two million bucks I am going to asking him for!"
I panicked and started to yell. Some bastard had broken into my house and was filming me. I was so angry but I could feel my ears burning with embarrassment and the shame of my poor parents seeing me like this. My privacy violated. I was thrashing about the bed trying to free myself, but he had anticipated it. I felt a cloth press over my face and the sickly smell of the chloroform on it.
With my mouth gagged already, I had no choice but to breathe in the fumes. The sweet smell of the cloth over my nose made me light headed. I could feel my body go limp. As my mind became foggy, I passed out.
* * *
I wasn't sure how long I was unconscious, but the pounding in my head felt like it was going to explode. I was still blindfolded, this time with a rag or a cloth of some sort. My hands were crossed and tied tightly behind my back with a rope or a cord, and I could feel there was a cloth of sorts in my mouth as I probe at it with my tongue. It was held in with a viciously tight cloth that pulled my lips back slightly from my teeth and felt like it was cutting into the corners of my lips. It was very thick too, and I could do nothing but chew helplessly on the gag.
I struggled to sit upright. I could feel the freedom of no longer wearing the crotch rope and the Venus Butterfly vibrator and butt-plug. It was a relief, until I thought what the guy may have done to me whilst I was still drugged.
I was naked and I shivered.
I felt a blanket being wrapped around my shoulders and I flinched away from the touch.
"Relax. I haven't harmed you or touched you in any way, other than to re-tie you. This is strictly business."
I didn't know if I should be relieved or not. Who's to say it wouldn't get a little more personal as things progressed? My mind still kept coming up with the doom and gloom scenarios, and this just made my splitting headache worse.
"Okay, Honey. This is how it's going to work. I've called your parents, thanks to the number in your cell phone. You know, you really should put a pass-code on that! Your father will pay me the two million bucks to my bank account before 5 PM or we start sending him reminders to pay me. Obviously, there may be less of you to tie up as a result."
I tried to move away from his voice, until my back pressed against a rough wooden wall. I could feel the rough wooden planking of the wall. I could only guess, but from what I could hear and what I could feel, it seemed like I had been moved from my lovely warm home to some shed or cabin somewhere, as I could hear the wind rustling through tree branches outside.
This guy was really scaring me now. I shivered. I am not sure if it was from a draught in the old cabin or from the thought of the Michael Madson character in Reservoir Dogs, sitting astride the policeman to cut off his ear.
I guess to reassure me I wouldn't be harmed, he said that my father would pay the ransom without the need of any violence. I knew Daddy wouldn't want the press to get hold of a video sex tape of a Senator's daughter. Especially one who liked to tie herself up in bondage while playing with vibrators, butt-plugs and other sex toys. It would ruin his political career as well as his daughterís reputation.
Christ, why was I thinking about his career being ruined? Surely Daddy would be thinking of me and not politics at a time like this, but these doubts started to build in my head. I wanted to cry but then this fuck would win. It's probably what he wanted. It was something else to add to my humiliation.
I could only hold back the tears by thinking about how I had been kidnapped. The bastard must have been watching me for days. He must have broken into my apartment and watched me tie myself up. I assumed that he took his cell and started to film me, as I came from the toys teasing my sex over and over. When I first heard that little noise and dismissed it, wrapped up in my own pleasure; it had to be him moving closer to film me.
He had let me tie myself up as helpless as a trussed up turkey on Thanksgiving, so that he could tape me. The sick fucker had me at his mercy but did nothing as I pleasured myself. I felt my face grow hot and red from embarrassment. I could feel my ears get hot as if they were burning at my shame. My parents could always tell if I was naughty or doing poorly at school when they asked, even though I told them little white lies. The blood rushing to my ears was always a tell-tale giveaway.
"I am going to un-gag you to give you some soup. If you scream, the gag goes back in and you get nothing. Are you okay with that, Honey?"
It then dawned on me I hadn't drunk or eaten anything since breakfast, and I didn't know when that was. My tummy grumbled at the thought of food. I nodded to him. I wouldn't scream.
Then he added, "I am only taking this gag out as we are in the middle of the wilderness and the nearest person is 30 miles away." He said, "You could try to escape but you would probably die from a snake bite, and they are real big mean snakes in these parts."
I wondered where these parts were, but I nodded my agreement. The bastard had a point. I was sitting in an abandoned old building naked and shoeless. I wanted to cry again but I wouldn't give the fucker the satisfaction.
He pulled off the blindfold and roughly pulled the gag from my lips so it dangled around my neck. I spat the wad of cloth in my mouth out, onto my lap, flexing my jaw to relieve the stiffness in it.
As I blinked to get accustomed to the light that hurt my eyes, I noticed the kidnapper. I knew from his voice he was male, but now I could see him. Well, all apart from his face as he wore a black balaclava and was dressed all in black. He was tall and well built, like he worked out at a gym regularly. I couldn't see anything else that would help me identify him. There were no labels on his clothes, and the shack looked dilapidated and unused for years, with thick dust and cobwebs everywhere. My hope started to fade as I thought how clever this guy was. He certainly wasn't taking chances.
On a Primus stove on the floor was a little saucepan with some soup simmering. He picked it off the stove and left it to cool a few minutes before he started to spoon the soup into my mouth. I slurped at it greedily, spilling some of it down my chin onto my bare breasts. He used his fingers to wipe up the soup rubbing it into my nipple making it hard before licking his finger clean. "Mmm. Nice soup." He smiled at me while I glared daggers at him.
I was about to say something nasty to him when his phone rang, breaking the silence. My mind raced. I would have a chance to shout out I had been kidnapped, but then he picked up the already sodden ball of cloth he had gagged me with before, and rolled this into a tight ball.
As he grabbed a hold of me, I knew he wanted to gag me with it again, so I pursed my lips tight to prevent him. He pinched my nipple, and as I shrieked in pain, he shoved the wet ball of cloth into my mouth. He used his fingers to pull the gag cloth from around my neck, back up over my chin to gag me. He threw me across his lap and quickly untied and retied the gag at the back of my neck. I am pretty sure he had made it tighter than before too, as I felt my lips squash against my teeth making me open my jaw to relieve them. Then I felt the gag pulled tighter as my mouth opened wider.
Having the cold and wet ball of cloth shoved back in my mouth was a revolting experience. He forced the cloth to the back of my throat so I couldn't spit it out. Its clamminess made me want to retch so I had to keep calm and let him do what he wanted, before he made me throw up.
When he had me gagged to his satisfaction, he answered his cell phone. I tried to struggle free and mmmphed as loud as I could so I could be heard by the other caller. It was then he rolled me over onto my side and slapped my thigh with several hard raps and I whimpered in pain feeling the sting. I shut up quickly after that as I didn't want him to slap me anymore. I was still draped over his knees, ass in the air, as he closed the phone.
"Okay Honey. That was a call from the bank. It seems like Daddy has paid the ransom for you. You'll be going home soon."
'Christ, this guy must be stupid,' I thought. If Daddy had made the transfer, the police and the FBI would easily trace the bank and pick him up as he cashed it, or at least track him down when he used his ATM card. All I had to do was go along with him and he would be behind bars in an instant.
I caught him looking at me quite studiously. It was as if he was delving into my brain to read my mind. "You think the cops will track me down as I cash the funds, hey?" He now had my full attention.
"You see I have this genius computer program that on receipt of the funds splits the cash into lots of low denomination transfers and then wires them all around the world before winding up in several dozen of my alias accounts dotted around the place. The programme also wires the cash over several different dates and months too, so I get a pleasant surprise when the cash hits my account. It's sort of like Christmas coming early. It's totally untraceable, but just in case, I will be sitting on a beach somewhere exotic where there are no extradition clauses."
I glared at him. That he had said what I was thinking, and had plan upon plan that would allow him to get away; well that made me madder than hell.
That's when he walked over to me. I tried to edge backwards and was shaking my head and mmmphing loudly into the gag in protest at what he was about to do.
He had a large roll of silver duct tape and ripped off a length. He stuck this across the cloth gag and across my lips. Several more strips were added now so my jaw was completely covered, then he took the roll and wound it very tightly around my head two or three times plastering my hair to my head, and adding to the pressure on my cheeks. The tape was so tight I thought my head was going to implode.
I tried to blow the tape off but it was no good. It would be a nightmare trying to pull it off, if I could ever escape.
He started wrapping the duct tape around my arms and chest. Every loop and coil of the tape seemed to compress my arms into my ribs. The coils wound first above my tits and then below them. I wriggled to get free squealing into the gag as he taped me tighter. He rolled me onto my stomach and pressed my face into the floor.
"You will be free in an hour or so. Just relax and let me tie you up and there will be no trouble. It's not like you don't like getting tied up!"
I felt the ropes slacken at my wrists, and then the roll of tape started the sticky bondage of my wrists. I grunted into the gag as the tape seemed to be tighter than the rope had been. The bastard continued wrapping tape down from my wrists, and over my hands and fingers. That's just great I thought, even if I wanted to fight and struggle I wouldn't be able to pick at the tape as my entire hand was cocooned in it.
I felt so helpless now. The fight went out of me, and I slumped down as he twisted me around pulling my legs out in front of me. More Duct tape was wrapped around my thighs but he untied the rope holding my ankles, and he left these loose, much to my surprise. He stepped over me and lifting my shoulders up with ease, pulled me to my feet.
He went over to the table and emptied out the rest of the ropes from inside a small dark cloth bag, then walked over to me brandishing the bag. I shook my head and shoulders from side to side trying to avoid it but he managed to place the cloth bag over my head and started to drag me alongside of him. Although I was hobbled at the knees I managed to keep up with him as he guided me out of the wooden shack. I could only walk slowly and my stride was severely restricted by the hobbling of my knees with the tape.
My feet crunched on a gravel driveway and I winced in pain as the sharp stones dug deep into my soles. I heard a click of a car door. Then he picked me up, knocking the air out of me, as it was so unexpected. I whimpered as he forced me into the trunk of a car. When he had me lying down, he wrapped a short wrap of tape around my ankles and slammed the boot shut. This startled me so much I just lay shivering with despair, quiet in my dark prison.
I felt the vibrations as the car roared to life and heard the crunching of the gravel as the car took off to god knew where.
We must have been travelling an hour. I had tried some more to blow off the tape gag and had made it a little loose now around my lips. When I got that bit loose, try as best as I could to rub the tape gag off my face, I only managed to force the tape back down onto my skin. In the end I gave up.
The car was turning more corners now so I guessed we were in a town or a residential area and kicked out at the boot to try to make some noise but only managed to stub my toes against something rough and sticking out. I cried in pain. I guess it was the jack or the tire iron. It was useless to even think about trying to reach for anything as there was no way I could pick anything up. In the end I just dozed off.
The car had come to a halt somewhere, when the trunk opening waked me from my nap. I turned my head toward the sound, and felt his hands pull my feet out of the trunk. Then he slipped his hands under my back and easily lifted me out of the trunk. He positioned me on my feet and I heard another click and felt the tape give at my ankles. It must have been the sound of a folding pocket knife, I thought.
With his arm looped through mine he half steered me, half dragged me along a path. I felt the grass and the fall leaves crunching under my feet. Once or twice I yelped into the gag as I stepped on a sharp rock or broke a twig under my foot that jabbed mercilessly into my sole. He led me down the path for 10 or 15 minutes, I guessed. I felt the cool breeze against my naked skin and the rustling of trees and bushes. I knew we had to be in a forest, but where?
I heard scraping. He pulled the hood off my head and my eyes squinted in pain at the light. It was my second view of my kidnapper. He was still in the black balaclava to hide his face. He had scrapped the leaf litter away from the base of a small tree with his boots and then he forced me down onto the grass. Pressing my back against the tree I squirmed away from his touch. The rough bark scraped my back.
He pulled off more of the Duct tape and starting from my waist, he wound this around the back of the tree and back across my stomach. Several more wraps, and I was pole-tied to the tree.
He wrapped my ankles in tape, and then forcing my knees into a crouch, he wrapped the last of the roll of tape crushing my ankles into my thighs, ball tying me to the tree. He looked down at me and I glared back up at him. Kneeling he pressed the tape against my face making sure it was tight.
"Thank your dad for the money, for me. In an hour when I am out of the state, I'll give the cops a ring and anonymously let them know where to find you." As he tramped off into the woods he called out, "Have a good life, Honey."
I mmmphed loudly into the gag now. How dare he leave me tied up a moment longer? He had his money.
Another hour of this to endure. I was really pissed off. I hadn't seen his face in all time I had been his prisoner. I started to rack my brains for clues to give the cops. Damn him to hell. Why did I fall asleep in the trunk of the car? I probably missed a load of clues I may have heard on the journey here.
His voice seemed to give him an age of 30-40 but who knew. He was a white man. Clever. He seemed to have accomplices, but he could have lied. He had kept me prisoner in my own apartment. He brazenly carried me, tied and gagged, to his car and driven me off to some old shack somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Then locked me in the trunk again and drove me out into the middle of a wood. He severely taped me to a tree with no hope of my escape.
Confident. Capable. Relentless. Remorseless. These four words stuck in my mind as to describe him. Yet he hadn't hurt me. He came across as fairly amiable. He had raised his voice only once in the whole time we were together.
'God dam it, you silly Bitch!' I thought. Was I beginning to fall for him?
There are always tales of the victim falling for the kidnappers. One thing, it keeps you alive! If the kidnapper grows to like you, it becomes harder for them to harm you. 'Human nature is a wonderfully screwed up thing,' I thought. They kidnap someone. Get feelings for them and let them go without the ransom!
This distracted me for a bit, but it was starting to get dark now, and this brought my attention back to my current situation. I was by myself, and for the first time in a long while, I was scared at being alone. I was afraid of the wood, for fear of the unknown animals about. It was cool in the wood now as the light was fading and the autumn night was drawing in fast. I looked around the small glade he tied me in. The dappled sunlight picked out the lovely shades of red and yellowing leaves in the trees and on the floor. It was truly, a beautiful place.
'What the hell are you thinking now, you stupid silly bitch!' I mmphed into my gag. So what if I was enjoying the scenery. I was cold, tired, and tied naked to a tree for god sakes. And to top that, the soup I had drunk was pressing on my bladder. I held it in as best I could, but then the dam broke and I peed myself.
Sighing with relief, and disgust at myself, the warm pee trickled over my thighs and my bound feet, making the grass I sat on damp to my skin. I sat there for what seemed ages. I could only wriggle my toes and move my head as the rest of my body was tightly secured by the tape. The sun was way above the tree line when I was allowed to see where we were, but that must have been a long while ago. The sun was setting and red shafts of sunlight lit up the glade before dying and leaving me in the now gloomy forest. Every noise seemed to increase as the forest darkened around me. The gentle rustle of leaves in the bushes about me, before, now seemed to be glaring scary noises! I was now at my wits end with worry. I was shivering quite a lot too.
I really didn't want to be here any longer. I was very frightened now, and it was much more than I thought it would be. I had no control whatsoever, whereas at least in the self-bondage scenarios at my apartment, I wasn't exposed to the elements. I also knew I would be released within 24 hours, even if it meant the cleaning lady finding me should I get stuck in some way.
I was about to burst into tears when I heard a voice. "Come here, Bonnie."
Some guy was out walking his dog, when it must have smelt me and it ran up to me. This soppy Golden Labrador loped on up to me and started to lick my taped up face. Then I heard the man come out of the trees into the glade. That was when I really did lose control of my emotions. I burst into floods of tears. Big, body racking sobs, as I wailed into my gag.
The guy looked about 30. He called off the dog and started ripping at the tape holding me down. Gently he pulled off the tape, as the tears and the snot flowed uncontrollably down my face.
"Hey you're okay now. You are safe. My place isn't far from here. Let me get you free and I can take you there."
He carefully peeled off the tape from around the back of my neck, my hair and my jaw, and he untied the cloth gag. I spat out the wadding in my mouth and all I could blurt out was that I had peed myself, as the tears kept flowing down my cheeks.
He held up my chin and I looked into blue eyes. He had mousy brown hair and a day or two's worth of stubble on his chin. But it was the eyes that twinkled. Humorous eyes, with little laughter lines in the corners. He smiled at me and said, "That seems to have been the least of your troubles."
When he ripped the last of the tape from my legs and arms he helped me stand up. He handed me his handkerchief to wipe my tears away, and I blew my nose loudly. I staggered away from the damp ground I was sitting on. He asked me if I was okay now and I nodded dumbly at him.
He told me to wait there, so I held myself up against the tree until the pins and needles shooting up my legs subsided and the circulation returned to my legs.
"My name's John. Just hold still." He had picked up a big handful of leaves and he rubbed them over my legs trying to wipe the pee from them. The leaves tickled me as he rubbed down each of my legs, and over the back of my butt. Then he scooped up one last handful and gave them to me to wipe my pussy. He took his jacket off and threw it over my shoulders as I clasped it at the neck. It was warm and cosy and I felt safe again snuggling into the coat.
He called out to the Labrador. "Here Bonnie, come." Taking my hand he led me through the dark forest to his home. Leading me up into the porch I tied to brush the dirt and leaves from my feet as best I could then padded into the house after him.
"I am going to run you a hot bath," John called out as he bound up the stairs, "and then you can have a good soak and then you can tell me all about it. There's a bottle of Scotch on the sideboard. Help yourself."
I picked up one of the glasses, and poured a big shot and gulped it down quickly, feeling the Scotch warm the back of my throat as it slid down easily.
I noticed I was shaking badly now as I poured another one, and trotted up the stairs after John. I followed the light to the bathroom and went inside. I shrugged off his jacket, leaving it in a pile in the corner and put the glass of whiskey on the floor beside a big Victorian claw-foot bathtub. Holding the sides, I slid into the hot bath an inch at a time as I got used to the water. The hot water was reviving me but I was still trembling.
John picked up his jacket and walked out leaving me for a while before returning with a big pile of fluffy towels which he left on the side. Then he disappeared again. I closed my eyes resting my head against the back of the bath. I hadn't realised just how exhausted I felt as I sipped at the scotch. Sitting in the bath with scented candles twinkling around me, the water was soaking away the aches and pains of my stiff body.
Then I heard John came into the bathroom. He handed me a cup of cocoa and slipped his naked body behind mine into the tab with me. "It's got marshmallows in it just the way you like it. So did you enjoy acting out your kidnap fantasy?"
I sipped the cocoa and murmured I had. "It was intense!" I told him. Then I just lay back snuggling against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me and held me.
After a while I sat upright suddenly. The water sloshed about and a little spilt over the top of the bath. "Careful Honey, are you trying to drown us both?"
"You know? I was really worried in case you would leave me out in the forest for the whole night. I donít think I could have handled anymore after what I had already been through."
He chuckled at that. "Then I would have had no one to snuggle up to at bed time. Except Bonnie, but she snores."
"Bonnie canít do this either." I twisted to my side as more water sloshed out of the bath, but I didnít care about that. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him.
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