Stealing Jo (M/f)

Postby theseeker » Fri Jul 22, 2011 3:37 pm

“I can't believe this,” Joanna said, eyes wide and incredulous, arms tossed out to her sides, “This girl is more useless than the last two. What a joke.”

I couldn't help but grin a bit at her frustration. “Come on, Jo. Cut her a break. She's tied up and gagged, no idea where she is... what do you want her to do?”

Joanna glanced back over her shoulder at me, her brow furrowed and her mouth set in a hard line. “Anything but lie there like a fish out of water!” She told me shaking her head as she looked back to the TV.

It was the first month of summer vacation from High School, and we had been watching one of the many versions of “C.S.I” in syndication over the last three weeks, and this week had been a particularly tough one for the girls – three women kidnapped over the course of five episodes. The first had been rescued, the second had not, and if the current girl's situation didn't approve, it looked like she'd be joining the latter. I put a hand to my chin and and pointed towards the TV, “Maybe she's too shocked to try and get away. Ever consider that Ms. Perfect?”

Jo didn't even bother looking back at me. “Shocked? That bad guy got her, like, what? A few hours ago in the episode? She'd be over it by now, and certainly wouldn't be just lying there waiting for 'Prince Charming' to come rescue her.”

My girlfriend, despite her current argument, isn't what I'd call a feminist. Jo loved to have the door held open for her at restaurants and entering vehicles, she'd be the first person to laugh at a joke about female drivers, and she certainly had no opposition to me picking up the bills wherever we went, but she had a certain competitive edge about her when it came to a few things. She had been the youngest child in a group of four, and the only girl. Growing up with three older brothers would be tough for anyone, let alone a female, and Joanna had certainly seen her share of pranks, tricks, and headlocks. Amazingly though, she hadn't turned into a tomboy. She called sports 'boring', was no stranger to wearing the occasional dress, and spent about as much time in the bathroom grooming herself as any girl I'd ever known. Still though, every once in a while a subject would come up that Jo would simply not accept her sex's cliched role. The classic 'damsel in distress' situation was apparently one of these.

I leaned forward a bit on the couch and massaged her shoulders. “Alright 'Almighty Joanna', what would you do in the situation?”

I felt the tension melt out of her as I rubbed her neck. “First,” she began, running through her process as casually as reading off a grocery list, “I'd get that gag off. Second, I'd try shouting for help towards that window in the basement. While I was doing that, I'd be squirming my way over to the far side of the room. It looks like a work bench over there, my Dad used to have one in our basement, it's bound to have some kind of tool I could use to cut the ropes. After that? I'd climb out the window, go to the neighbors, call the cops, and watch that psychotic dick get hauled off to jail.”

I stifled laughter. “Easy to SAY, of course,” I pointed out.

Jo shifted her body so my hands fell lower on her back. “Yeah right. I read once that a little twelve year old girl was kidnapped and all tied up like the idiots on this C.S.I. crap. She got herself out, and ran home in less than an hour. Women aren't nearly as helpless as TV makes us out to be. Well, most of us.”

“No?” I questioned. “Could have fooled me.” As I said the words, I quickly dropped the massage and wrapped one arm around Jo's body, pinning her arms to her sides as I pulled her back towards me. I used my free hand to cover her mouth. “Got her!” I cheered to no one but myself and laughed.

Jo grunted, twisted in my arm, and suddenly one of her fists found an area no man wanted a fist to find. I jerked forward in pain, releasing her, and just as fast as I did she had spun around and hopped on top of me, straddling my waist on the couch and grinning like she'd just won a game of chess. Her dark hair had gotten messy, and one long strand dangled in front of her nose. She blew it out of the way, smiling. “Told ya, creeper,” she said cockily and gave me a peck of the forehead as I nursed my wound.

“Did you have to... do that?” I managed between deep breaths.

“Awwww, I'm sorry, Matt. I just figured a little weak girl like me couldn't possibly hurt a big, tough boy!” She teased, tucking her hair behind her ears and grinning.

“I'm serious, Jo,” I said. I wasn't, though.

Her grin faded quickly and she gave me a concerned look. “Oh... I'm sorry.”

“Well, you should be,” I told her, giving my best 'wounded soldier' imitation. “But not as sorry as I'll be...”

She frowned, I grinned, but by the time she realized it, it was too late. I sprung to action, shoving her down onto the opposite side of the couch and pinned her there. Between laughter, she shouted, “You're an ASS, Matt.”

“I am not an ass mat! I've never even USED an ass mat!” I told her, we both laughed. I looked down at her and a funny—quite interesting—thought crossed my mind. “What if you really were kidnapped? You really think you'd get away?”

Jo's mouth spread into a wide grin as she nodded, “Absolutely.”

“What if I took you up on that challenge some day?” I questioned.

“What do you mean? You want to kidnap me?” She asked with a laugh. “Matt, you'd probably be just about the worst kidnapper in the world.”

“So... challenge accepted?” I asked, and by now my curiosity had been peaked.

Jo laughed again before grabbing for the remote to the TV and turning it off, sending the room into darkness. “Challenge accepted,” she said jokingly and pulled me closer to her.

Afterward, the only thing I had on my mind was how to approach the whole situation. The thought of Jo in ropes was an exciting one. She had thought I was kidding, which was all the better for me, and as I drifted to sleep that night, the beginnings of my plan already coming together.


It wasn't until two weeks later, on a Friday morning, that my plan was set into action. I pulled my car up in front of Jo's house and killed the ignition. Glancing at my watch showed a quarter before six in the morning, and almost on cue I raised a hand to my mouth to cover a yawn. Even in late June, the morning got chilly in our little town, and a thick fog was creeping up the road. The sun was climbing, but not beating down quite yet. My heart thumped in my chest as I took a breath and looked at the house. Was I really doing this? It only took a second to realize: Yes, I was. I left the car, snatching up my book bag.

I jogged across the street, leaving my car about thirty feet back and on the other side of the road as I headed towards Joanna's front door. Her parents were still home—still sleeping, hopefully—and when they left, I expected them to drive off in the usual work-morning-rush and not even notice it. It wouldn't really matter if they had, I was practically family around Jo's house, but I wanted to keep up the 'kidnapper' persona, which meant no witnesses.

The key was beneath the 'Welcome' mat, had been since we'd started dating, and this morning was no exception. I unlocked the front door, returned the key, and slipped inside. I remembered to lock up again, the result of careful planning. The house was so quiet, for a moment I actually did feel like a burglar of some sort, especially as I moved through the living room and began my slow, careful ascent up the stairs to Jo's bedroom. My heart was a war drum in my chest as I spotted Jo's parents bedroom door. I had no idea what they'd say if they saw me, and it wasn't something I planned on finding out. I turned Joanna's doorknob and ducked inside, closing the door behind me.

And there lied sleeping beauty herself.

Jo was lying on her stomach, a thin sheet covering her up from the shoulders down. Her arms were spread out, one hanging off the side of the bed, the other at her side turned upwards above the sheet. I smiled at that – Jo always slept taking up as much space as possible, it was cute. So was she, I thought as I walked up beside her and knelt. Her lips were almost smiling as the slow, steady pattern of her breath carried her up and down, up and down. I pushed some of her dark, shoulder-length hair from her face. Jo's eyes—closed for the moment—were a lovely shade of dark green, wide-set, and pretty. Her skin was fair and smooth, and her lips were pink and full, and I thought she'd never looked better than she did right then. It was almost a shame I had to kidnap her.

I moved to the foot of the bed and tossed back the covers there. Joanna's feet were bare, one hung off the edge of the bed, the other was slightly pulled up towards her, the sole wrinkled. I always thought she had cute feet as well, and I couldn't help my grin as I pulled them together at the ankles and set them up beside each other. Her toes stretched on one foot, but nothing else on her stirred. I had been with Joanna long enough to know that her waking up was not a problem. She was about the heaviest sleeper I'd ever met.

Into my book bag I went, and out came a length of rope. Since the time this whole 'kidnapping' thing had come up two weeks earlier, I had done a bit of homework. A quick internet search of 'how to tie a knot' did wonders to improve my potential kidnapping skill. I also made sure to find out how to tie someone up so it didn't hurt or leave marks, that was obviously a big no-no. And so, with my recent knowledge, I set about tying Jo's feet together.

I set her ankles into my lap and wound the length of rope—I also read what the perfect length was for such a thing—around them horizontally, carefully, slowly. When I had a good couple of wraps, I started on them vertically as well, something called a 'cinch' that pulled the ankles together without strain. As I wound my way up and down, I watched as her ankles pulled closer and closer together until her heels and big toes were squeezing up against one another. Satisfied with that, I knotted it just as I learned, and I had successfully bound my girlfriend's ankles. I set her feet back down to hang off the edge of the bed, and headed back to the head of the bed, and to the more difficult work.

Looking her over, I guessed I'd have to try and pull her arms behind her back, but that was risky business. Jo was a heavy sleeper, but not THAT heavy. As I looked her over, thinking of my approach, she stirred in her sleep, moaned, and rolled to her side. I looked down and saw she was twisting her feet a bit in her sleep, trying to pry them apart, but it didn't last long. She curled her knees up, slipping her feet—now bound—back beneath the covers and went motionless again. Luckily, her hands were now in a much easier binding position, although I worried about tying them in front of her. That seemed too easy, but on second thought, I figured I could always remedy that later.

Gently, I eased her arms out further from her body, and closer to mine. Her hands were already touching, which was good, and now all I had to do was wrap them up same as her feet, and my girlfriend would be my official kidnapee. Horizontal I went, same as before, and then up and over and around, cinching them close together. I finished her wrists with my special knot, and just as I did, I saw Jo's eyes beginning to slow open.

She took a deep breath, squinting, and began to wake. She opened and closed her eyes twice as she looked at me. Her lips began to form a word, though I'm not sure what word that would have been because I quickly pressed my hand down over them, gently squeezing and hooking my thumb below her jawline.

“Mmmmm?” Jo mumbled confused into my hand and began blinking rapidly as she pulled her bound hands up to her face. Her legs kicked, Jo shocked that they now were forced to move as one. She started to realize what was happening. “MMMM!?” She tried again, eyes widening.

I grinned. “Joanna Miller, you accepted my challenge to escape a kidnapping, and now you have your chance. I'm stealing you.” Jo began mumbling long sentences into my hand, but of course they were unintelligible. “I'll take my hand off your mouth, but you have to keep quiet. It's still early, and your parents haven't left for work yet.”

Jo blinked twice, almost dumbfounded, and then frowned. She nodded, annoyed, and waited impatiently for me to let her talk. I did. “Are you crazy, Matt? Are you fu-” I covered her mouth again. She grunted and rolled her eyes, but eventually nodded, understanding what I wanted. I let her speak again. “OK,” she began, carefully choosing her words, “why is this happening again? Why are my hands and feet tied together, Matt?” She asked, her agitation stinging each word.

“Oh, you don't remember, huh?” I asked. “Few weeks back, you said girls are portrayed like helpless idiots on TV, and that if YOU were kidnapped, you'd get free with the ease and grace of a masterful escape artist. I asked 'is that a challenge?', and YOU said 'challenge accepted'. Ring a bell?”

Jo studied me with a poker face, and I genuinely had no clue how she was going to react. She looked back to her bound hands, and then used them to throw the thin sheet off her legs and looked down at her bound feet. “How the hell did you manage to truss me up like this while I was sleeping? Am I that heavy of a sleeper?”

“The heaviest, babe,” I answered with a smile. I thought I had her, or at least was close.

She struggled with her wrists, turning them every which way and twisting and turning her arms at the elbows. “What did you do? Take a 'tying people up' class or something?” Jo asked, glancing over at me curiously. “I can't move!”

“That's the point!” I explained. “If I were a real kidnapper, you think I wouldn't know how to do this stuff?”

“OK, Matt,” Jo started slowly, “This has been really cute and all, and I appreciate how much trouble you've clearly gone through to do all this, but now you're going to untie me. Do you know why?” I shrugged. “Because this is crazy! You can't just-” My hand found her mouth again. “Mmm! Mmmph, mmm-mmm mmmmph!”

I raised a finger to my lips, and just as I did I heard her parents voices outside the door. They were moving through the hall, readying for work. I darted my look back to Jo and shushed her before mouthing the word “pleeeeease”.

Joanna glared at me in her forced silence, nostrils flaring, but didn't make any noise. “There's a good girl,” I teased her and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. My kiss was met with a club to the side of the head from her bound hands. I stifled a laugh, Jo swatted my hand from her mouth.

“What are you going to do with me?” She asked quietly, clearly not wanting her parents involved in this either. “What's your plan 'Master Kidnapper'?”

“Well, I'm not going to tell you my plan, obviously,” I explained matter-of-factly. “What does it matter anyway? I got you, Jo. You have to give me that at least.”

Jo frowned, indignant. “You broke into my house while I was sleeping, you weirdo! That's not how those C.S.I. girls were kidnapped!”

“Which is exactly how I got the element of surprise on my side.”

“Oh, this is surprising, don't worry,” Jo said dryly, “I learned my boyfriend is a nut.”

“Ha-Ha! But an efficient nut!” I stated, triumphantly raising a finger to her bound hands.

Jo blew a strand of hair from her face and looked at them herself. “Really, though. What now?”

“Now you lay there and keep quiet, little lady, while we wait for your parents to leave. Then I'm kidnapping you and taking you... somewhere else,” I explained, careful not to reveal too much.

Jo sighed. “You're going to kidnap me like this?” She questioned, motioning to her clothing, which was nothing more than a pair of beach shorts and a tank top.

“I'll bring you a change of clothes.”

“I have to shower.”

“You can shower where we're going.”

Jo sighed, agitated. “I have to brush my teeth!”

I thought about it. “Okay.”

Just then, I heard the sound of Mr. Miller's car start up outside, and I knew Mrs. Miller wouldn't be far behind him. I looked down at Jo on her bed and smiled. She was casually leaning up against the headrest, arms bound and folded in her lap, her bare legs stretched out before her. She had taken to this kidnap thing quicker than I thought, and almost seemed to be waiting for my next move. Mrs. Miller's car started up outside, and I bent to scoop Jo up in my arms.

“What are you doing!?” She asked, surprised as I lifted her off the bed in my arms.

“Bringing you to the bathroom.”

She groaned, but protested no more. I carried her like a groom with his bride, siding my way through her door, down the hall, and into the upstairs bathroom before setting her feet down on the tiled floor in front of the sink and mirror. I plucked her toothbrush from the dispenser and tucked it between her bound hands. “Happy brushing,” I said with a grin.

“I can't believe this,” she muttered, but set to the awkward task of brushing her teeth with a pair of bound hands anyway. When it was done, she looked to me frowning and seemed to be on the verge of more angry protests about her predicament, but I never gave her the chance. I ducked beneath her bound arms, gently pressed my shoulder against her abdomen, and hoisted her upwards – slinging her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Matt!” She screeched at first, but after I got us balanced and moving, she only sighed and relaxed her body. “I hate you,” she said, defeated but playful. I gave her swinging knees in front of me a tickle and she punched me in the back with her bound hands.

Carefully, I made my way down the hallway stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen where I sat her down on a stool beside the center table. Joanna shook some hair from her face and looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. “Now what? Are we done with this yet?” I shook my head. “Come ooooon,” Jo whined, twisting her bound hands back and forth, up and down in her lap. “You win. There. Happy? Untie me.”

I smirked. “Okay, you know what? I'll untie you on one condition.”

“Go on.”

“You admit those C.S.I. girls were an accurate depiction of the helplessness of women.” Of course, those weren't my own beliefs, but I had to make sure to lure Jo into something she'd never admit to, and judging by the look on her face after I'd said my terms, I was right.

Jo jerked at her wrists again, my proposal already forgotten. “When I get out of this...” She threatened through clenched teeth.

“I intend to not have to worry about the second half of that warning.”

I had packed extra lengths of rope into my book bag in case I had messed something up, or if I needed to further secure my future captive. Setting the bag on the floor, I began to dig through it, fishing out my extra rope. Jo watched, frowning, from her stool, and when I stood with the long piece of rope dangling between my fingers, she gave me an agitated glare and a shake of her head. I circled behind her, planting a drive-by kiss on her cheek, and began winding the rope around her body and arms just above her bound wrists. “This isn't fair,” she complained with a glance over her shoulder. I ignored that and kept on working. I finished after five or six loops, knotted it, cut the excess, and began a second loop further up on her body, just above her elbows. I used up the last of that piece of rope, a good seven wraps around her body, and stepped back in front of her to admire my work. Jo was perched on her stool, wrapped up much more securely than before, and twisting around every which way testing my knots. When she noticed me staring with my goofy grin, she squinted. “Jerk.”

With my final length or rope—which, when I drew it out, Joanna gave me an 'are you kidding me?' face—I knelt beside her legs and began wrapping up her knees – twice below them and three times above. I knotted it, and all my rope had been spent. Spent wisely, I might add. Joanna wasn't going anywhere. “Tell me you're done!” She practically shouted when I went back to my book bag. “Unless you're planning on pulling out a string and tying up each of my individual fingers and toes, I've got nothing left to tie up, Matt.”

It wasn't a bad idea, but not what I had in mind. I stood with the roll of duct tape, smiling.

Jo only looked confused for a heartbeat before the look dissolved and was replaced by a stern, solemn anger. “No,” she commanded. “No, Matt.” I began tearing off a strip. “You better not...” She warned, instinctively trying to bring her hands up to defend herself, but finding the task impossible with the ropes pinning them down in her lap. “I'm serious, Matt. If you tape my mouth shut-”

“All's fair in kidnapping, Jo,” I explained stretching my strip of tape out and hovering it before her so she could get a good look. “Unless you're ready to admit how helpless you are? I mean I could rescue from this whole thing. If you need rescuing, that it...”

I had chosen my words well. Joanna glared and fumed, but did nothing else as I slowly moved the tape towards her lips. “You piece of-” she began, but I quickened my movement and smoothed the tape down over her lips. Her cheeks bulged up a bit as I pressed down the corners. “Mmph mmm mmph! MMMMPH mmmm!” She began mumbling beneath the gag, her jaw trying furiously to move up and down, but the tape forbidding it, save a few little movements. Jo crinkled her nose and moved her mouth left and right, trying to work the gag off. I was quick to secure it with two more pieces—just like I had read—one slightly above, and one slightly below the original. Jo's eyes widened as I smoothed the third piece down, and she began talking to me - normally, as if her lips weren't sealed beneath three layers of sticky tape.

I stood straight and crossed my arms over my chest. “Can't understand you, babe,” I explained. Jo squinted and growled a threat. “That was the whole point of your little 'gag' there.”

Jo was mumbling something again as I walked beside her, dug my arms beneath her knees and behind her back, and scooped her up – which abruptly ended the muffled protests as she went wide-eyed in shock from the sudden jerk. I carried her off into the living room and gently set her lying on the couch. She glanced left, right, and then back up at me and mumbled something.

I raised a finger to my lips, “Shhh,” I hushed her, “I'll be right back.” Joanna shouted into the tape, but I was already on the move. Her parents had an indoor garage, and my intentions were to open it, pull my car in, and then neatly secure my captive girlfriend into the backseat for our journey to my secret getaway. I smiled at the thought, really starting to get into this whole thing. Joanna in ropes was gorgeous as well, always a plus. Everything was going my way.

If only it had stayed in that direction...

Re: Stealing Jo (M/f)

Postby canuck100 » Fri Jul 22, 2011 6:08 pm

Wow. Love it! It reads like a novel. Can't wait to read the next parts.