## Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Fri Oct 14, 2011 4:09 pm

Hi all, tied heather let me write a kidnap story about her, and said it was OK to share it with everyone. We chatted a little about some things for the story, but I added a bit myself (so Heather is probably not to blame for parts you don't like!) Obviously, it's entirely fictional. I'll post it in multiple parts, and here's Part 1 for your reading enjoyment.
Thanks!
Jeff
HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 1
Heather is a very cute girl in her 20's, pretty short (about 5'2") with shoulder-length blonde hair. Heather's pretty normal in most ways... except for one thing... she secretly fantasized about being kidnapped and tied up!!
When she was younger, Heather used to play lots of tie-up games with her cousins and friends, cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, things like that. Heather loved to be the one getting tied up and captured! Those days were long gone, but she still thought about exciting tie-up adventures from time to time...
Heather even found some internet sites for tie-up fantasies and similar things... some had photos or videos of women tied up and gagged, some were forums where she could meet people with similar interests and share stories and fantasies. In fact, it was on one of those forums that she first ran across a rather interesting link...
One link led to another, but eventualluy Heather found something advertised as a "Fantasy Kidnap Service." Her curiosity was piqued! There was no other info, but a phone number she quickly jotted down. Heather continued to explore the websites, and over the next few days found herself wondering what a Fantasy Kidnap Service was. Was it what she thought? Where you could have someone kidnap you? And see what it was like to be captured and helpless?
Several days later, Heather went back and tried to find that website, but it was nowhere to be found. Odd! But she still had the phone number. She was a little afraid to call... and then after another day of going back and forth, she decided to make the call...

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Fri Oct 14, 2011 4:11 pm

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 2
Heather dialed the number and nervously waited... a male voice picked up on the other end. "Yes?"
"Ummm... hello?" said Heather
"Can I help you?"
"Is this... the umm... service?" asked Heather.
"The service?"
"Yes," replied Heather. "The... fantasy service?"
There was a pause on the other end. "Fantasy service?"
"Ummm... kidnap service?" asked Heather.
"Yes that's right," said the male voice. "Have you done this kind of thing before?"
"No... I haven't," said Heather. "What exactly does it... well, how does it work?"
"How it works is, we agree on a place to meet, and you are taken captive, just like you've been kidnapped or something."
"Oh my!" replied Heather. "That definitely sounds... exciting. So what happens, I get tied up or locked in a basement or something?"
"That will be up to your kidnapper," replied the voice on the other end.
"OK... what if I need to get loose or something?" asked Heather, starting to get even more intrigued.
"You may try to escape of course, but unless you can manage to, your captor will keep you prisoner for the entire period, usually 24 hours."
"What if I can't escape or get free?" Heather asked.
"Are you a pretty good escape artist?" he asked her.
"Ummm.. no, I'm not!" replied Heather. "I've never tried this before."
"Then you probably won't be able to escape. Your kidnapper will make sure of that. Of course, we expect that you will try to..."
"OK, I'm... intrigued" said Heather. "But I don't want to be hurt or beaten up or anything. How rough will the... um, Kidnapper be?"
"Don't worry, you won't be hurt at all. As for how rough the experience will be... that depends on whether or not you cooperate with your captor...."
"Oh! I see... I think. This is all very interesting. Let me think about this and give you a call back--"
"No," interrupted the male voice. "You have to decide right now."
"I do?"
"Yes, you do."
Heather gulped and paused. "OK. I want to do it."
"Excellent. Give me your name."
"Heather."
The man gave Heather an address, which she wrote down. "Friday night Heather, around 10 PM."
"OK..." agreed Heather nervously. "So, is there anything special I should--"
"No more questions," the man interrupted. "Friday night." CLICK.
Heather gulped again and then hung up the phone. What had she gotten herself into?? She felt excited, scared, and nervous, wondering what exactly Friday night would be like.

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Fri Oct 14, 2011 4:13 pm

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 3
Friday was only a few nights away, and Heather tried to imagine what Friday night would be like, and how it would feel to be taken captive by someone and have to escape somehow... She found herself posing in front of her bedroom mirror, with her hands behind her, or tied together in front of her with a shoelace, trying to imagine herself all tied up and helpless.
Heather gave a friend the address, and just said she was going on a date. If Heather didn't check in by Sunday morning, she wanted someone to know where she was.
Heather also found herself wondering what to wear on her "date!" What does one wear to a kidnapping these days? She found herself pondering, and then chuckled to herself as she said it aloud. Heather went back to some of the websites that had photos and scenes of bound and gagged women--they wore jeans, dresses, nothing (!), and everything in between, including lingerie, bikinis, and bizarre fetish wear that challenged the limits of good taste and/or decency! Heather quickly decided against showing up for her secret adventure in a chainmail bra or a latex thong.
Maybe something basic and feminine, like a miniskirt and heels. Not outrageous, but maybe just a little bit sexy. Kind of like an Adventures of Gwendoline theme. Heather spent a few minutes looking over some of her pretty dresses and skirts in the closet, but soon reached a new conclusion--shopping trip! If anything deserved a new outfit, it was this!

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Fri Oct 14, 2011 5:11 pm

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 4
Heather returned with a few new things. She'd picked up a new skirt and top, as well as some new underwear, nylons, and sexy high heels. Armed with the knowledge that she was trying something brand new, she let herself pick an outfit just a little more daring than her usual... something that would make her feel a little sexy for the fantasy adventure.
Friday evening, Heather trembled with nervous anticipation as she got ready. She slipped into a new black satin bra and panty set, then squeezed into a stretchy, tight-fitting black tank top. The top clung close against Heather's curvy, medium-size breasts, and had a low-cut front that showed just a tiny bit of cleavage. Heather stood up and slid into an equally stretchy white miniskirt. The tight skirt came down to Heather's mid-thigh, and was a good bit shorter than the skirts she usually wore, even for dates. In fact, she figured that she got the skirt and top about a size too small, because she liked how they looked stretched over her cute curves.
Heather sat back down and pulled on a pair of silky suntan stockings... first one, the the other. She pulled the shimmery beige nylons up her legs and straightened the lacy elastic tops, then tucked her stocking tops neatly under the hem of her white miniskirt. She reached underneath the bed and pulled out a shoebox... and her new heels. Inspired by the Adventures of Gwendoline, Heather had splurged on a daring pair of black stilettos with 5-inch spike heels. She pulled the sexy shoes on, strappy sandals with open toes, and buckled the narrow ankle straps. As she stood, she almost toppled over... wow it's hard not to fall in these heels, she thought. And hard to run from scary bad guys... then again, I'm not exactly running from them here... more like walking right into their clutches!
Heather laughed softly as she admired her sexy little outfit a few minutes more. Soon, she called a cab, gathered her things, and threw a long overcoat on top of her... slightly daring... outfit. She noticed the cab driver's eyes on her legs and high heels as she climbed into the cab and gave him the directions. In her mind, she toyed with the idea of telling the driver she was a private investigator, or a mysterious spy, that she was hot on the trail of some dangerous criminals. The ride passed in silence, so Heather just smiled as she kept her daring damsels in danger fantasies to herself for just a little bit more...
The cab pulled to a stop, and Heather swished her overcoat as she got out, giving the driver a brief glimpse over her legs as a "tip." As the cab pulled away, Heather realized she was being left in a kind of questionable part of town... the address in question seemed to be an old warehouse of some kind, so she hurried closer, even though it looked like it was abandoned and empty. Was this the right address? Or a prank, or a mistake? Or maybe this was all part of the scene...
Heather edged forward in her high heels, reached out, and tried the door. She was a little surprised when it opened! It looked like it has been locked and boarded up for years. "Hello?" she ventured.
No response... Heather stepped inside and felt around for a light switch... she flicked on a switch inside of the door, which only helped a little... several low wattage bulbs flickered on, but she could barely see anything. Part of her wanted to turn and leave, this was exciting but spooky. She inched forward, trying not to trip in the darkness. Was this even the right place?
Heather sensed some motion behind her, over her shoulder. The door she entered was quickly pulled shut! Heather gasped as she became aware of a figure in the darkness.
"Heather?" asked a male voice.
"Y-y-yes, I am...." trembled Heather.
"Are you here alone?"
"Yes..." Heather replied.
"Good," said the man.
Heather's heart was racing. "So what am I supposed to--"
"Quiet!" interrupted the man sharply. "Empty your pockets, and put your purse or anything on the ground."
Heather's purse and items were in the pockets of her overcoat. "OK..." she said as she reached down, undid the belt, and nervously slipped out of the coat, letting it fall to the floor. Heather's silky tan nylons shimmered in the low light, and for a moment, she felt like an antelope being eyed hungrily by a lion. The "lion" stepped a little closer into the light, and Heather saw that he was dressed all in black, sweater and jeans, with a scary black ski mask.
"Very nice..." offered the man as he eyed Heather's legs up and down.
"OK... so how exactly does this work?" asked Heather.
"How this works is no more questions. How this works is you cooperate and you won't get hurt. Understand?"
Heather gulped. "I... yes, I think so." She hoped this was all part of the act!
"Good. How this works is you turn around now and face that corner."
Heather nervously did as she was told. She took a step forward to stand in the corner.
"Hands behind your back, Heather."
No turning back now, she thought. Actually, she figured the point of no return was already past, as she got the feeling the mysterious stranger would chase her down if she ran or tried to change her mind. As she cautiously moved her hands behind her, she felt them grabbed and pulled together firmly. Out of her peripheral vision, Heather saw the flash of white ropes in the darkness, and a moment later felt the coarse cord on her bare wrists.
"Ohhh!!!" she started as she felt the ropes.
"I said quiet," cautioned the stranger, and Heather felt the ropes lashed around her wrists. Her wrists were crossed, and the cord looped around, then pulled tight. "Heather grunted as the ropes bit into her skin a little.
"Ow..." she squirmed, "that's tight, it hurts..."
"QUIET" the man interjected, louder now. He finished lashing the rope around Heather's hands, and knotted it off with several tight knots. "Of course it's tight, that's the whole idea Heather."
Heather turned her head back to her captor, "I know, but are you sure it has to be SO tight??" she asked.
"I thought I said no questions." Replied the mysterious stranger. "Looks like you need some help keeping that mouth of yours shut..."
Heather trembled, hoping this was all part of the act. She had a feeling her adventure was just beginning...

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:49 pm

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 5
Heather was excited and scared at the same time--this was a lot like some of her fantasies, but it was a little scary to be getting tied up by this mysterious bad guy in a mask. She trembled a little as he finished tying her wrists together tightly. He leaned in even closer, pushing up against her back now... Heather squirmed a little as she saw him take the free ends of the rope binding her wrists and bring them around, winding them several times around her waist and tummy. As the ropes were pulled tight, Heather's crossed wrists were pinned helplessly against the small of her back. Heather tried to remain quiet but a little squeal escaped as she felt the ropes being tied off again behind her back with knots.
"Good girl," whispered her captor, as he backed up a step. Heather turned her head and watched over her shoulder as the man produced a second length of white clothesline, doubled it up, and stepped in again close to her. A loop of rope was tossed over Heather's shoulders, then worked down until it circled her arms and chest, just underneath her breasts. The rope was tightened, and Heather felt her kidnapper's hands push lightly against the underside of her breasts through her thin tank top as he tied her up. The taut rope was lashed two turns around Heather's body, then another two turns just above her breasts. She tried to remain calm, but the more the ropes were tightened, the more excited she was getting!
The man finished winding the rope around Heather's arms and shoulders, then looped the ropes around themselves a few times, forming a kind of rope harness that pulled up around her shoulders and crossed behind her neck. Heather squirmed and whimpered as the ropes were pulled tighter... the harness essentially pulling up against the ropes layered horizontially around her chest, keeping those ropes from slipping, and pinning Heather's upper arms securely against her body. She wiggled her shoulders and fingers helplessly as she felt the ropes being pulled taut and tied off behind her back. The coarse clothesline bit uncomfortably into her bare arms and pulled tight against her breasts, discouraging her from doing too much struggling.
"Ooofff..." she grunted as she felt the man grab her by the shoulders and briskly turn her around to face him. She stole a glance at his masked face, but was too scared to look him in the eye. The man checked to make sure the ropes binding Heather's upper body were tight and secure, and in doing so, again brushed the sides of her curvy breasts.
"Well well..." began the man, standing close against her. "What a lovely little captive we have here..." stealing a glance up and down Heather's body and legs. "What a shame we need to keep you tied up and out of the way..."
The stranger reached into a black bag and pulled out a pink rubber ball. As he slowly brought it forth, Heather saw the ball had a narrow black strap attached to it.
"You know what this is for, Heather?" the man grinned from behind his mask.
Heather trembled, "Yes.... I... I think I do..."
"Oh really? What's it for?"
Heather paused, excited and scared. "It goes in my mouth..."
"Exactly," said the stranger. "It goes in your mouth to keep you quiet, and to make sure you don't call for help or anything."
"But I already said I'd be quiet," replied Heather. "I promise not to make any noise or anything, you don't have to use that on me."
"I wasn't asking your opinion," said the stranger. "I need to gag you while I get you all secured away. If you cooperate and don't make any trouble, I'll take the gag out after that. Understand?"
Heather shivered and then nodded quietly. The masked man moved in slowly and brought the rubber ball up close against Heather's lips...

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:18 pm

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 6
Heather was helpless to resist, and meekly opened her mouth as the masked stranger gently pushed the pink rubber ball past her lips... then back behind her teeth. She squealed softly and bit down on the rubber ball as it plugged her mouth, forcing her jaw open.
"Nnnnmmfgghh..."
"Shhh... good girl," reassured her captor as he pulled the strap around Heather's cheeks and brushed her blonde hair aside. He circled around behind her and tightened the strap, fastening it and holding the gag firmly in Heather's mouth. She twisted a little against the ropes as she bit down on the yucky tasting ball.
"OK Heather," began the stranger as he took a step back from his captive. "Here's what's going to happen. We're going to head down to the basement, so I can keep you secure and out of sight. Then I need to take care of a few things, make some calls. Understand so far?"
"Mmm hmmm," Heather nodded.
"If you cause any trouble, you'll regret it. If you make any noise, you'll regret it. If you try to escape, you'll regret it. Understand?"
This was scary! But Heather wasn't in a position to argue right now, so she nodded again. "Mm hmmm."
"Good girl," smiled the man. He walked over and switched off the low lights of the room, and clicked on a metal flashlight. In the darkness, the flashlight blinded Heather as it was aimed briefly at her head, then slowly down her body... the light bounced off her suntan stockings as she could feel the kidnapper admiring her legs and curves.
"OK, this way," said the man. He firmly grabbed Heather by her upper arm, and pointing the flashlight ahead of them, pulled her along, keeping her just in front of him. Heather complied, trying not to trip over in her spike heels. Her heels clicked against the floor of the spooky warehouse as she focused on the circle of flashlight glow in front of her, being hurried along by the man holding her arm.
Heather tried to keep quiet, but an occasional "mmf" escaped as she shuffled along, being pulled by her captor and the ropes helplessly pinning her hands and arms. It had only been a few minutes, and her jaw was already starting to hurt from the rubber ball in her mouth. Heather trembled, still hoping this was all part of the act! She walked across the room with the man toward a heavy metal door. The stranger swung the door open, and aimed the flashlight in, revealing a set of wooden stairs leading down.
"And down we go..." he said, pulling Heather into the doorway. He turned and pulled the metal door shut, and Heather heard a lock click behind them. "Careful now, Heather..." cautioned the kidnapper as he guided her down the stairway, the path lit only by flashlight. Heather stumbled down the stairs in baby steps, trying not to stumble in her ridiculous heels. At the bottom of the stairs was another door, which the man opened. He and Heather walked through into a basement room, and the door was again pulled behind them. The man turned on a wall switch, bringing several very low bulbs to life. Heather saw that she was in a large basement room with lots of storage crates and barrels all over. Besides the door leading to the stairs they came down, the room had a second door leading somewhere.
"Comfortable, my lovely captive?" grinned the stranger as he tugged lightly on Heather's wrist ropes, making sure all the knots were still secure.
"Mmff mff..." offered Heather weekly, biting down into the ball gag. She wiggled softly in the low light, the white ropes circling her waist, chest, and shoulders, keeping her helpless. She hoped that if she continued to cooperate with the bad guy, he'd go easy on her, and maybe take out her gag.
The man tossed a dark blanket onto the ground and laid it flat. "OK Heather, down on the ground. Face down."
Heather was frightened, but certainly in no position to resist. She nervously stepped across the room and kneeled down on the blanket. The stranger leaned in close and helped her down to a lying position, face down on the blanket.
"Good girl," he said. "Now cross your ankles."
Heather bit down on the rubber ball and nervously crossed her ankles, her left over her right. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw that the kidnapper had tossed several more lengths of white cord onto the blanket next to her. Heather wiggled her bound wrists helplessly as she felt the man lean in over her. He kept ker pinned to the ground with one hand firmly on her bottom. She let out a quiet "mmffff..." when his hand started to move slowly down her back side... across the hem of her tight skirt, and against the back of her thigh now... touching the captive girl's legs through her nylon stockings. Still keeping Heather pinned to the floor, his hands moved down to her crossed ankles. Heather looked over her shoulder to see as the bad guy doubled up another length of rope, and gently looped it around her feet, the coarse cord making a soft swishing sound as it glided across Heather's dark tan nylons...
"Mmmmmmm....." groaned Heather helplessly into her gag as she wiggled her fingers and toes, truly helpless at the hands of this mysterious stranger...

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by Chase Ricks » Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:48 pm

Good story so far.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:12 pm

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 7
Heather was helpless to stop the man from tying her up tight, and she knew that once he had her feet tied up too, she would really be helpless. Not that she had much chance of escaping her captor before... and even if she managed to pull free, she wasn't sure where she could run down here that the man couldn't easily chase her.
Any thoughts of making a run for it disappeared as the stranger expertly bound Heather's crossed ankles with rope. She cried a little "mmmmpph..." as he pulled the cord tight around her ankles and pinched her skin through her nylons. Silenced with a ball-gag in her mouth, there was no way for Heather to ask the man to loosen the ropes, and she was sure that even if she could, he would offer no such comfort for the lovely hostage.
Heather kept her ankles crossed and pointed her toes a little as the bad guy layered the rope several times around her ankles. She turned her head back again and saw the man tie the ropes tight with a few knots, then cinch the ends of the rope between her feet to tighten things before tying the rope off again. Leaning in close to her, she felt her captor's hands on the backs of her legs again, moving slowly up from her ankles to her calves. He felt his firm grasp through her thin nylon stockings and watched as he doubled up a new length of white rope.
Even if Heather had kicked or fought, the stranger would have her pinned down to the ground, and with her hands and feet bound, she didn't have any leverage anyway. So she didn't resist as the kidnapper looped rope around her legs, just below her knees. She bit down on the rubber ball gagging her as the ropes were pulled tight, pinching her skin as her captor rendered her more and more helpless.
His hands glided across his captive's curvy legs as he roped her up. The ropes around her calves were tightened, tied and cinched off. As he moved his hands north up the girl's legs and nylons, he pushed her over onto her side, so he could bend her knees and slip another length of rope around her legs, just above her knees. Heather was helpless to stop him as he tied the ropes tight around her legs, the white ropes gliding across her shimmery tan stockings. The ropes were tied off, cinched, and tied again, then Heather was rolled back onto her stomach.
She mewed into her gag as the man stood up, standing over her for a moment. She twisted and pulled gently against the ropes, squirmimg helplessly on the floor. Heather was helpless to resist as the man leaned in again with some kind of stretchy black cloth. He pulled it over Heather's eyes to blindfold her, then wrapped it around her head twice before knotting it in the back.
"Mmmmmmmfffff..." gurgled Heather as the blindfold was applied. She pulled lightly against the tight ropes, helpless in the darkness. She'd lost track of time, but in less than an hour, she'd gone from her "old life" to being the bound and gagged hostage of some mysterious guy... whoever this guy was, he sure knew what he was doing, at least as far as tying up girls. Heather twisted against the ropes wrapped around her, and didn't think that she had much chance of getting free from these knots.
She lay there blindfolded and felt his hands on her again, checking the ropes and knots securing her wrists, arms, and chest, around her ankles, knees, and legs. She felt his firm touch on her bare skin, and through her tight little top and skirt... His hands lingered on her tan legs as he tightened and secured the ropes lashed around her thighs. What happens next? Was she supposed to try and escape? She wasn't sure that was likely.
"Mmmnnnnnggff mmmmnnggffhhhh...." groaned Heather as she lay bound on the floor. The rubber ball in her mouth was really starting to feel sore, and she wasn't sure how long she'd been tied up for at this point. The man stood up, and Heather listened as he fished around in a pocket, then as he dialed numbers into a cell phone. The phone was on speaker, and Heather heard it ring a few times before a female voice answered.
"Yes?"
"It's me," said the man. "Phase one accomplished."
"You... have acquired the... package?" asked the female voice.
"Affirmative. Package acquired. And all trussed up securely. Don't worry, she's not going anywhere..."

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:44 am

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 8
The pretty blonde lay face down on the basement floor, tied up, gagged, and blindfolded as she listened to the kidnapper discuss her fate with some woman on the other end of the phone.
"Perfect," said the female voice, "Make sure you get some photos. In case we need them for a hostage situation."
"Mmmff?" Hostage situation? Heather wasn't sure how she felt about having photos taken of her tied up and gagged. But hostage situation sounded exciting... This was probably all part of the act, and they were pretending to hold her for ransom or whatever. And besides, there wasn't much Heather could do to stop them, anyway.
The female voice continued, "then make sure you get her cell phone, purse, driver's license... anything that has her name or ID on it."
"Mmmfff??" Why were they taking her cell phone and stuff? Were they robbing her?? Heather cried softly into the gag as she tugged against the tight ropes. She hadn't brought anything of value with her to steal, but wondered why they were taking her phone. Maybe so she couldn't call for help?
"Then meet me later at the other warehouse," finished the female voice. The man hung up the phone, and Heather heard him move back toward her.
"Come on Heather," he said, "sit up straight for photo time."
Heather squealed into her gag as the man grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her around into a seated position, with her bound legs bent in front of her. She twisted helplessly against her bonds as she heard cell phone photos being clicked. The man circled around her, taking photos from several angles. As he stepped behind Heather, he leaned in, and Heather felt him unfasten the strap of the ball gag. She gasped as he undid the strap and pulled the ball out of the helpless girl's mouth.
"Mmmmnnnggoooohhh..." choked Heather as she spit out the ball. "Th-thank you... that was really hurting my mouth..."
"QUIET," barked the man. "Unless you want me to shove it right back in. I need to take a few more shots of that pretty face of yours without this apple in there..."
Still blindfolded, Heather trembled in silence as the man snapped a few more photos. The tight cords bit into her wrists, legs, and ankles, and she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be kept tied up and helpless. She tossed a few strands of hair out of her face and wiggled her crossed wrists and ankles--the knots didn't seem to have gotten any looser at all!
"Ummm... how long are you going to keep me tied up and kidnapped?" the pretty blonde ventured after a few moments.
"I don't think you understood what I meant when I said QUIET," replied the stranger. "If I hear ONE more word, the ball goes back in. Understand??"
Heather hurriedly nodded yes. She wanted to ask him what they were going to do with her cell phone and ID and things, but she didn't dare ask anything else now.
"Remember what I said, Heather," said the kidnapper. "No making noise. No trying to escape. Got it?"
Heather nodded again. This was definitely one exciting kidnap adventure, but what had she gotten herself into? Blindfolded, she listened as the man gathered up some things and walked back over to the doorway. She heard the door closeshut and get locked, followed by the sound of the man ascending the basement stairs.
What now? How long was Heather going to be kept tied up down here? Even if she could work loose, there were still two locked doors to deal with. Not that she had much hope of getting loose. The ropes pinched her as she pulled and tested them, not yielding any slack. At least that awful ball was out of her mouth. Blindfolded and helpless, Heather wriggled against the tight ropes keeping her helpless... how was she going to get out of this one??

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by bookl0ver » Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:06 am

i dont get it r they relly kidnapping her? cos its condfusinfg but v good
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### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:12 am

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 9
Left alone in the basement, Heather wasn't sure how much time had passed since she was first abducted, or even since her mysterious captor had departed. She shivered, her tight little skirt and top offering little warmth in the cool, spooky cellar. Tied up and blindfolded, Heather's pretty curves were hugged close by her black tank top and short white skirt. Suntan nylons made her legs look great, but offered no comfort or protection from the rough cotton rope lashed cruelly around her legs, above and below the knees, and at her crossed ankles. She wiggled her bound ankles and wrists in vain... the knots didn't give at all. She found that the more she struggled and pulled, the worse the ropes bit and hurt her. It wasn't so bad if she sat still and didn't struggle. Whoever this guy who tied her up was, he sure knew what he was doing.
She wished she could see her surroundings, but Heather admitted to herself that the blindfold was kind of exciting and dramatic. Could she escape from this? Was she even supposed to? What happens when the bad guy comes back? Heather knew that if he caught her trying to escape, she'd be in trouble, but she decided she'd try and get her blindfold off, to at least see what's going on.
"Ooofff...." Heather exhaled as she rolled over onto her side. The ropes held her hands and feet helpless, but she could scrunch along the floor, a few inches at a time. Remembering where the nearest wall was, Heather started scrunching in that direction, eventually crawling off the blanket and up to against the wall. The ropes bit and stung a little as Heather struggled and crawled... she didn't want to think about what kinds of marks these were leaving!
Heather awkwardly pulled her bound legs and feet underneath her, and using the wall for support, slowly rose to her feet. She wished she could kick her strappy high heels off, but the ankle straps prevented her from slipping out of them. She tottered in her high heels, her ankles still crossed and bound with rope, leaning against the basement wall.
She took one hop, just a tiny one, but almost fell over onto her face... catching herself, she took a few more hops... tied up and blindfolded, Heather hopped inch by inch in her high heels along the perimeter of the wall. Just as long as she didn't fall! She inched a little bit more, and then brushed up against a metal shelf of some kind protruding out from the wall. Being careful to keep her balance, Heather leaned in close and tried to catch her blindfold on an edge or hook or something.
She felt the cool metal of the supply shelf against her skin as she rubbed the blindfold across the shelf, trying to get it to catch on something. After a little trying.. success! The blindfold caught on a protruding edge and grabbed the edge of the fabric. Heather carefully pulled away, allowing the stretchy fabric to drop from her eyes and fall around her neck.
Heather blinked and looked around. The bad guy had left the low light bulbs on for her. The door she came down through looked locked and solid. And there was that other door... what was in that direction?
Heather looked around the room, but there wasn't much else in it. Even though she'd managed to get the blindfold off, she didn't think the shelf would be of much help untying the knots or breaking the ropes. She wiggled her hands again, but still as tight as before. Might as well see what's over behind door number two? she mused.
Taking a deep breath, Heather hopped across the room, her ankles crossed and the ropes still tight around her body and legs. She took bigger jumps this time, aware that if she fell onto the hard floor, it would hurt! She made it across the room in 7 or 8 hops, and leaned up against the wall on the other side. She pivoted and put her backside up against the second door and reached for the knob with one of her bound hands behind her. To her surprise, it opened as she turned the knob! The unlocked door opened away from Heather, and standing against it, Heather toppled in as the door cracked open.
She twisted and landed on her side, then turned over to see that she was in a long hallway going somewhere, further than the light would let her see. Was this the way out? Even if it was, Heather was still bound up with ropes, so how far could she get? She leaned up against the wall and once more climbed to her feet, trying not to fall in her spike heels. She took a few small hops forward, trying to see what was further down the hall. She didn't see any lights or switches, so hopped another step into the darkness. This wasn't any better than being blindfolded!
Curious, Heather kept hopping inch by inch down the hallway, making sure she kept the other room in sight, the light from that room only illuminating a small part of the hallway. She leaned forward, trying to make out wear the hallway went. All of a sudden... Heather jumped at sounds coming from the room behind her. The bad guy was coming back!
She froze as she heard footsteps, and the sound of the stairway door being unlocked and opened. Then Heather heard another voice, the female voice from the phone!
"What the--" snapped the female voice. "I thought you said you had her tied up down here!"
"She is, she is," replied the man. "Ohhh heh heh what have we here? I think I see what happened. You go back upstairs and check on everything, I'll go after little miss escape artist here."
"Fine," said the woman, sounding frustrated. "Call me if she gives you any trouble. Once you drag her back here, we'll have to figure out what we're going to do with her. She's a loose end... I say we get rid of her."
Heather gulped. Get rid of her? Like throw her in the river? Or like untie her and let her go? Was this all part of the act? She thought the male bad guy was in on the pretend kidnapping thing, but what was the deal with this woman? All of a sudden, Heather started to wonder if she had gotten in over her head. Standing just out of light down the hallway, she tried to stay quiet but gasped as she hears the man's footsteps coming toward her from the room... What do they have in store for her??

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:51 am

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 10
Heather couldn't make a run for it, so waited in the dark hallway as she saw the kidnapper's flashlight heading her way. Bound hand and foot, she leaned against one wall and saw the man's shadowy form pull his ski mask on as he approached. The flashlight beam blinded Heather as it was aimed in her face, and then up and down her tied up body.
"Well hello, Heather..." grinned the man as he slowly walked up close. "Trying to play escape artist, are we?"
"No..." replied Heather meekly, "I wasn't trying to escape or anything."
"I catch you running down the hallway, still all tied up, and I'm supposed to believe you weren't trying to escape?" laughed the man.
"No!" said Heather. "I was just seeing what was down here in this basement. And I wasn't running. I was... hopping." Heather looked down at her legs and crossed ankles, still bound tightly by ropes. As she was twisting and hopping, the rope lashed around her thighs just above her knees had loosened and started to slacken. The stranger moved in close, pressing up against Heather's backside. Keeping one hand on her shoulder, he reached down her leg with the other hand. Heather gasped with fear when she saw the glint of a knife blade in the low light! She kept still but trembled as she felt the knife sawing through the loosened ropes around her thighs. She felt the man's hands on her soft nyloned legs as he cut the ropes and pulled them away...Heather shuddered a little as she felt the cold knife blade between her knees, feeling the metal and his hands on the insides of her thighs as it sawed through the cord.
The rope fell to the floor, and the stranger stood upright, still standing behind Heather.
"Umm... does this mean you're untying me and letting me go now?" asked Heather hopefully.
"No such luck," grinned the kidnapper. "In fact, I think we need to make sure our pretty little Miss Houdini needs to get tied even tighter. In case she starts thinking about trying to get away again..."
Heather gulped. "Even tighter? As you can see, I didn't get very far with these ropes..."
"Yes I can see that," said the man. "Looks like someone needs a little more escape artist practice."
The man untied the black blindfold hanging around Heather's neck. Heather stood helplessly as the stretchy fabric was pulled tight over her eyes once again. The cloth was pulled around her head, then around a second time, and Heather felt it being tied off behind her hair, the stranger brushing aside some of her blonde hair to make sure the blindfold was tied securely. Heather had a feeling that getting it off a second time wouldn't be quite as easy as the first.
Heather shuddered at the kidnapper's touch as he tied the fabric off in knots. The tight blindfold back over her eyes made her feel even more helpless than she'd been... it was scary and exciting and dramatic all at once... being held hostage by this bad guy was a lot like some her fantasies, and definitely an adrenaline rush... on the other hand, she wasn't sure how much longer she could endure the tight ropes cutting into her wrists, arms, legs, and ankles. And she wasn't exactly sure what was going on with this bad guy, or with that other woman... Once again, Heather hoped that she hadn't gotten herself into something crazy and over her head.
"Umm..." Heather began, "Can you at least tell me how much longer you're going to keep me captured and tied up?"
"Until we decide what we're going to do with you."
Heather wiggled her wrists behind her a little. "And... umm... what ARE you going to do with me...?"
The man paused for a second. "Like I said, we haven't decided for sure yet. But you'll be the first to know."
"Haha..." Heather laughed weakly as the stranger, still standing behind her, dropped to one knee. "But... haha... you ARE going to let me go eventually... right?"
"No more questions, Heather." The man had produced a new length of white rope, and was doubling it over. The doubled cord was looped around Heather's thighs. She felt his hands gliding over her nylon stockings again as he moved the rope down to just above her knees. Heather twisted a little as he pulled the rope tight... then wound it around her legs a few times.
"Hmmm, I was starting to hope that you had run out of ropes..." sighed Heather.
"No such luck," laughed her captor as he tied the rope off, then cinched the ends between Heather's legs a few times to tighten the bonds even more, then tied several more tight knots against the backs of her thighs. Heather felt the short ends of the rope being neatly tucked back between her legs, and again felt the stranger's firm hands on the insides of her legs.
"I have a few bags full," continued the man as he rose slowly, one hand gently moving up along the outside of Heather's thigh, then over her skirt and hips, then up her bare arm. "And besides, I'm pretty sure one of these buildings was an old rope factory. So not to worry my dear, we should have plenty."
"Ahhh... that's... good then," joked Heather. She felt the man grab her my shoulders and pivot her around so she was facing him, stumbling awkwardly as she turned, her feet still crossed and bound.
Her kidnapper dropped to one knee again, then leaned in against Heather's midsection... in one motion he stood up, scooping the tied up girl over his right shoulder.
"Oooooofff..." gasped Heather as she was unexpectedly pulled up. She wiggled her wrists and ankles against the biting ropes, and felt the kidnapper's firm grasp on her bottom, his hand cupped against her behind, steadying her on his strong shoulder. Heather trembled as he felt his touch through the thin white fabric of her stretchy miniskirt. His other hand was firmly pressed against the backs of her calves, anchoring her legs against his chest. His fingers pushed against the soft tan nylon of her stockings, just next to where one of the layers of rope pinned her legs together. Heather gently turned and writhed a little on her captor's shoulder, unable to move much, bound and clutched as she was. The man turned and started to walk slowly back to the room Heather began in.
"Ummm... I don't suppose this would be a good time to ask you to loosen some of these ropes..." began Heather as the kidnapper carried the tied up and blindfolded girl back through the hallway.
"I said no more questions, Heather."
"Well, technically, that wasn't a question," Heather replied, "it was more a statement about asking a question..." She squirmed against the ropes as she felt the kidnapper's hands on her legs and bottom.
"Yes, very clever," snapped the stranger, carrying the pretty blonde like a sack of potatoes. "I can see someone's asking to have that apple shoved back in her mouth..."
"Eeeep!" Heather squealed, and then got silent. She thought better of coming up with a witty response, or even of asking him not to gag her. She hoped that if stayed quiet, the bad guy wouldn't put the rubber ball back in, or maybe he'd even forget about it. She let her muscles relax and her body and head drooped down against the man's back as he carried her. She felt her breasts pressing up against his back, as his hands continued to hold her bottom and legs securely. Heather was self-consciously aware that as she was being lifted and carried, her tight miniskirt was riding up her legs more and more, showing increasingly revealing amounts of her curvy legs. An odd thing to be worried about, given the circumstances, she thought.... that was probably the least of her concerns right now... she struggled and kicked a little against the tight ropes.
The mysterious stranger entered back into the basement room, the bound and blindfolded Heather still over his shoulder.
"Now then..." he began, " let's see if we can't get you tied up a little more... securely, Heather."
Heather gulped. "Ummm... more... secure?"
"Sure, of course." Heather could sense the stranger was smiling as he spoke. "Can't have you running off on us again, now can we?"

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:55 am

Hi all, thanks for reading. There are more episodes coming, so stay tuned! (Dramatic music here, dum dum dum...) Thanks again to Heather for her help, and for "starring" in the story.
Jeff

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by bookl0ver » Sat Oct 15, 2011 9:18 am

its relly good ta i'm enjoying it loads
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE
Also addicted to slash. ^,^

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by bindKelly » Sat Oct 15, 2011 9:37 am

> bookl0ver wrote:its relly good ta i'm enjoying it loads

I'm enjoying it too, it's really well written and way believable!

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sat Oct 15, 2011 9:56 am

> bindKelly wrote:

> > bookl0ver wrote:its relly good ta i'm enjoying it loads

> I'm enjoying it too, it's really well written and way believable!

Thanks, everyone. Glad you're enjoying it!
Jeff

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sat Oct 15, 2011 10:11 am

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 11
The kidnapper leaned forward, touching Heather's feet to the ground as he released his grip on her. Her high heels clicked softly on the hard basement floor as she was lowered down to a standing position, then made a few tiny hops with her ankles crossed to remain balanced. She listened as the man spread out the blanket Heather was lying on earlier.
"Back down on the ground, Heather," whispered the man as he hopped the girl a few inches to her left, then helped her down to her knees on the blanket. Helpless to resist, Heather let her captor guide her down onto her knees. She kneeled straight up with her back arched a little... it felt good to take her weight off those spiky high heels. Her wrists and ankles crossed and bound with ropes, she slowly leaned back into a crouching position, so her bottom would be closer to the ground. As she wriggled, she realized that the ropes pinning her legs above and below her knees were wrapped too tightly to let her lean back on her bottom... ouch!! The ropes bit painfully if she leaned too far back, so she remained kneeling with her bottom in the air and her back arched a little bit to center her weight.
She heard her captor's footsteps around the room. Then she heard a second set of footsteps coming down the stairway from the ground floor above. She figured these belonged to that other woman; as they neared, the clicks sounded like a woman's heels or boots. The stairway door opened.
"Good," began the woman. Heather instinctively turned to face the new voice, even though she was tightly blindfolded and couldn't even see the light from the room. The woman continued, "I see you managed to round up this little loose end."
"Of course," replied the man. "She didn't get very far! No need to worry about her getting loose or anything."
"Has she seen your face?" barked the woman.
"No, I've kept her blindfolded the whole time."
"Excellent," said the woman. Heather listened and tried to remain still as the woman circled her slowly. "And what's this one's name?"
The man began to reply, and without thinking, Heather softly interjected, "Heather..."
"Well hello there Heather," said the woman after a short pause. "My my, you make such a lovely little package, all tied up like that." Heather wiggled her hands and feet a little.
"You were right," said the woman, turning to the man. "This one IS a pretty one. Tell me again what happened--you caught her snooping around or something?"
"Not exactly..." replied the man. "This one isn't connected to the... other operation." Other operation? Heather, still kneeling, remained silent.
"This one came in last minute," continued the man. "Kind of a side job."
"Oh really?" mused the woman. "So you don't think our location's been blown? What is she, some kind of side kidnap job?"
"Yep exactly," said the man. "I just got the call earlier today from... our mutual associate. Someone's willing to pay to have Heather here grabbed and hidden away for a little bit..."
"Mob ties?" asked the woman. "Rich heiress? Diplomat's daughter?"
"Something like that, I guess," replied the man. "I figure the less I know the better."
Heather gulped. "Ummm... yes... that's right... kind of..." she began. "I'm definitely not connected to your... umm, operation."
"No?" asked the woman. "Tell me what you know about our operation, then."
"That's just it," said Heather, "I don't know anything about that. This is more... like an adventure or something."
"An adventure?" said the woman. "I'll say it is..."
"No, I mean, like a simulation or something, like a prank..." Heather pleaded.
"A prank?"
"Yes! A prank that maybe has gone on long enough..." said Heather. "Haha maybe one of you could untie me now..."
"Untie you?" snapped the woman. "You still haven't told me what you know yet."
"I don't know anything..." Heather whimpered.
"Really? Well, we can't be sure of that, can we? Just like we can't be sure whether our not this location's been compromised."
Heather thought for an instant about mentioning the friend she had given the address to, but quickly thought better of bringing up the fact that anyone else knew where she was.
"Let's start packing up some things in case we need to change locations," continued the woman. "I'm going back upstairs to get ready, we have some work to do. You make sure Heather doesn't go anywhere until we figure out what to do with her."
"Sounds good," said the man.
"What to do with me...?" Heather asked meekly. "I already told you, I don't know anything. And if you let me go, I won't say anything."
"Quiet, Heather," whispered the man as he helped Heather to the ground and put her face down on the blanket. At this point, Heather was worried that this was not part of the act, that she had gotten herself involved with some pretty dangerous people. And even if it was part of the act, then it was all a little too good--and scary! Heather was ready to be untied and let go, but it didn't seem that was what they had in mind for her.
Heather listened as the woman's footsteps returned up the stairway. Her captor leaned in close over her, pinning her to the ground and running his hands slowly down the backs of her legs, swishing softly over her silky beige stockings as she shivered at his touch, and at the cold basement air. She wiggled her crossed wrists and ankles a little bit, but her ropes and blindfold seemed tight and secure. Whatever these crazy people were going to do with her, it didn't seem like Heather was in much of a position to stop them.

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by bookl0ver » Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:06 pm

nice turn there m8 very good
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE
Also addicted to slash. ^,^

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by Tied heather » Sat Oct 15, 2011 1:03 pm

Totally loving it jeff it's so good

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sat Oct 15, 2011 1:12 pm

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 12
Heather lay face down on the floor, bound helplessly and blindfolded. Her wrists had been crossed and bound behind her, and more ropes circled her arms, shoulders, and breasts. Her ankles were also crossed and bound, and more layers of rope pinned her legs together above and below her knees. Heather had been wiggling and tugging at her bonds all night long, but found that the more she struggled, the tighter everything seemed to get. With all that struggling and kicking, and after being carried around over the bad guy's shoulder, Heather felt that her tight white miniskirt had continued to ride dangerously high up her legs and hips. She felt the man's hands on her legs and knew that the hem of her skirt had pulled up a few inches above the lacy elastic tops of her brown stockings. As he rolled her around a little and checked the ropes, she felt his hands on her bare upper thighs above her nylons. He gently tugged at one of the lacy stocking tops which had folded over, straightening it out and letting it snap back against Heather's skin.
A nervous shiver raced through the pretty blonde prisoner. His hands moved down to her bound ankles, and she wiggled her tan toes helplessly, visible through the open toes of her strappy black high heels. She felt a rope being looped around her crossed and tied feet, then the kidnapper slowly pulled Heather's ankles up and toward her backside, bending her knees.
"Uh oh..." whimpered Heather. "Is this what I think it is?"
"Depends on what you think it is," said her captor.
"Is this the part where you hogtie me? So I can't run away?"
"Yes, it is that part," he said. "Someone's been doing their research! Either that or you have a rodeo background, Heather?" She strained a little as her feet were brought up within inches of her bound wrists.
"Owwwww..." she cried softly. "No, no rodeo background. Unless you count playing cowboys and indians."
"Oh, I see," replied the man. "So this pretty little cowgirl has been hogtied by indians, then?"
"No," said Heather, "nothing like this--owwwch!" All Heather could do was wiggle her hands and feet as the rope was pulled tighter, and she found herself helplessly hogtied.
"How about if I just promise not to run away?" Heather twisted a little. "Or you can untie me and lock me in a closet?"
"Not an option, Heather," said the kidnapper. "And not nearly as fun, either." Heather felt the hogtie rope being secured to the harness of rope lashed around her chest and upper arms. The rope was pulled through, wound around several times, and then the man pulled firmly on the rope to bring Heather's ankles close to her fingertips.
"OW!" cied Heather, straining a little in the hogtie. "That hurts a little..."
The man ignored her pleas and tied off the ropes with a few knots behind Heather's back. "Enough talking for now..." he whispered. Heather felt the rubber ball being placed softly up against her lips.
"Please, no..." she whimpered, "Please, you don't have to gag mmmmMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"
Heather choked for air as the rubber ball was forced into her mouth. "MMMmmmmmmfffff mmmmfffffggghhhhh!!!" she mumbled, but the gag filled her mouth and soaked up her words. She cooed softly as she felt the stranger pull the straps around her head and fasten the gag in place tightly.
"Mmmmfff.... mmmffffff..."
Heather twisted and struggled, but could barely move except for wiggling her hands and feet and tossing her head from one side to the other. She winced and squealed into the ball-gag as her captor swatted her playfully on the behind. He tugged gently on Heather's hogtie rope before rising to his feet.
"Comfy, Heather?"
"Mmmfff nngghhhggg!"
"Good. Now don't go running off anywhere!" the stranger chuckled softly. "We'll be back to check on you nice and soon."
Hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded, the helpless girl listened as the man closed and locked the door and headed up the stairs. Heather bit down on the rubber ball and wiggled furiously against the tight ropes biting into her. The cord stung Heather's hands and feet as she struggled, unable to make any progress or loosen the hogtie. She gurgled into the ball-gag as she wondered how in the world she was going to get out of this now...
"Mmmmmmppphh!!!!!"

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sat Oct 15, 2011 1:17 pm

> Tied heather wrote:Totally loving it jeff it's so good

Thanks, Heather! Really glad you're enjoying it, and thanks again for helping with some of the ideas.
Jeff

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by Tied heather » Sat Oct 15, 2011 1:18 pm

It's no problem at all

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by AVENGER11 » Sat Oct 15, 2011 2:30 pm

Greta story.n a great profile picture

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sat Oct 15, 2011 8:25 pm

> AVENGER11 wrote:Greta story.n a great profile picture

Thanks! That photo is one of Heather--she came over and let me tie her up a little to get some ideas for the story.
Jeff

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sat Oct 15, 2011 8:33 pm

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 13
Blindfolded and hogtied, Heather lay helpless in the basement, she wasn't sure for how long. Since her captor had hogtied her and left her down here had been... 20 minutes? Maybe 30 minutes? Heather found it difficult to keep track of the time since beginning her "adventure." She figured it had been 2 hours, maybe 3, since the mysterious guy had first grabbed her and tied her up.
"Mmmffff mmmmffff..." Heather murmured into the ball-gag quietly. Even if she hadn't been gagged, it wasn't like she could call anyone for help or anything, locked down here in the basement, in some abandoned warehouse in the middle of the night. Heather listened for sounds of activity from above, footsteps or anything like that, but heard nothing. Only the occasional mystery sound from the darkness of the old building. A clink, a clatter, the quiet buzz that sounded like a lightbulb with a bad circuit flickering on and off or something.
Yikes! Heather hoped that the spooky old basement didn't have rats or anything like that! Although rats seemed to be the least of her concerns at the moment. She twisted her body against the tight ropes and grunted into the gag. "Mmmff!" And besides, maybe rats could chew through the ropes, like in the Pit and the Pendulum story? Heather wiggled helplessly in her hogtie and decided that she better not pin her escape hopes on the occasional helpful rat...
Aside from wiggling her hands and feet, Heather could barely move a muscle. She found she was able to roll from her stomach over onto one side; she did that every few minutes to shift her weight. Blindfolded and in the dark, Heather tried to imagine what she must look like, bundled up on the floor, squirming and rolling from one side to the other, with a rubber ball in her mouth. The ropes pinched and stung her arms and legs as she struggled, but the ropes tied tightly around her crossed ankles really began to hurt. Heather considered herself to be pretty flexible, but this hogtie was a little bit much. The hogtie rope began to cause tiny needles of pain in Heather's toes, as her feet were kept pulled up behind her.
"Mmmmnnnggfff..." Heather groaned and bit down on the rubber ball. She could slacken the hogtie rope for a second or two at a time by arching her back a little, but couldn't get into a position that took much pressure off her legs and feet. Her fingers fished blindly for a stray knot or loose end... she'd been unable to untie any of the ropes so far, but maybe she could reach one of the knots of the hogtie rope... Hmmm not likely.
Heather really wasn't sure at all what these crazy people had in mind for her. They sure didn't sound like "fantasy kidnappers" or whatever. After a few more minutes of struggling helplessly in the darkness, Heather heard footsteps from above. Two people descending the stairs. She heard the voices of her male and female captors, and the door being unlocked and opened.
"Hello again Heather," said the man. "Right where I left you, I see."
"Mmff mfff."
"Ah yes, back to pretty little Heather," mused the woman. "I still haven't decided what we should do with you."
"We could just leave her here," said the man. "She's not going anywhere anytime soon..."
"Lvv mm hrr?" mumbled Heather through the ball-gag.
"Maybe," said the woman as Heather wiggled on the floor. "On the other hand, I still want to find out what she knows. And anyway, she still might come in handy if we need a hostage or something."
Heather tried to cry, "I don't know anything!" but her gag soaked up her words. She wasn't even sure which outcome was preferrable--if they left her here, Heather's friend who she had given the address to, could find her... when, Sunday morning? They wouldn't really leave her tied up and gagged down here that whole time, would they?
On the other hand, Heather realized that if the mysterious duo took her with them to another location, she'd have no idea where she was, and no one else would be able to find her. She shuddered at the idea of being their helpless prisoner in some unknown place, bundled up and smuggled away in the night. Heather didn't have to wonder very long...
"OK, I've decided." said the woman. "Let's take her with us. Bring her upstairs and let's get her ready for the car ride. Make sure that blindfold stays on."
"Mmmmmmmm!!!" Heather squealed into the gag as she heard the woman head back up the stairway. She wiggled as she felt the man's hands on her backside and legs again... with a zzzzip she felt a knife slice through her hogtie rope, and her crossed ankles dropped back to the floor. Feeling quickly returned to her toes, but this relief was overshadowed by the apprehension of wondering what lay in store for her. She twisted softly on the floor, tugging against the tight ropes and biting down on the ball in her mouth, helpless to stop the man's hands from moving up and down her bare arms, then down across her bottom and thighs.
"Mmmmfff... mffff...." she groaned weakly.

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by Tied heather » Sun Oct 16, 2011 12:34 am

> SecretAgent wrote:Thanks! That photo is one of Heather--she came over and let me tie her up a little to get some ideas for the story.
> Jeff

Lol jeff what are you like

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by bookl0ver » Sun Oct 16, 2011 1:57 am

that pic is relly pretty. this story is ace!
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE
Also addicted to slash. ^,^

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by raisondecoeur » Sun Oct 16, 2011 3:16 am

This is really an excellent story. More please!

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by SecretAgent » Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:04 am

HEATHER'S ADVENTURE
Part 14
The man rolled Heather onto her side, and then pulled her up to her knees. "Mmmff..." He held Heather by the shoulders and pulled her up to a standing position. He stepped around in front of Heather, and then again leaned in and hoisted her onto his shoulder. Heather wiggled and murmured softly into the gag. "Mmmmff mff mffff..."
She twisted a little, shifting her weight to avoid toppling or being dropped. Again she felt her captors hands on her body, one hand tight on her bottom, and she could feel that her stretchy white skirt had ridden high up near her satin panties. The man's other hand was pressed against the backs of her bound legs, near her ankles. Heather wiggled a little bit in his grasp, but was helpless to resist as they turned and took a few steps. The man lifted his hand to switch off the lights and pull the door closed behind them, then they slowly headed up the stairs. The kidnapper brought his hand back softly against the back of Heather's knee... his fingers tracing the parallel lines of the white ropes layered around her tan stockings. Heather bit down hard on the rubber ball in her mouth... oww her jaw was starting to get sore again...
The ropes around her arms and chest squeezed tight as her breasts were pressed against the man's back. She felt his hand climb north along her leg, coming to rest over the lacy brown stocking top high on her left thigh. He gently slipped two fingers underneath the lacy elastic, pushing softly against her leg as they climbed the stairs. The helpless blonde stayed quiet, only making soft cries into the ball-gag as he carried her.
They reached the top of the stairway, then went into the room Heather had first encountered the man in. He carried her across the room, then around several corners. Blindfolded, Heather was unable to tell where she was being taken. She was carried around a few more corners, and through several doorways. Soon she felt the cool night air on her legs and bare arms--they were outside again? Or maybe in a garage? Through her blindfold, it seemed like it was still dark outside--Heather guessed it was maybe 2 in the morning, but she couldn't be sure.
The man leaned forward and dropped Heather's feet to the floor, removing his hands from her bottom and legs. Heather twisted as she balanced to stand upright, her high-heeled ankles still crossed and bound. She heard the woman standing next to them.
"If I take out your gag, will you stay quiet?" asked the woman.
"Mmm hmmmm," Heather nodded yes. She felt the woman reach around and unfasten the strap, pulling the rubber ball from Heather's mouth. She gasped and choked as the ball was removed.
"Nnngghh nnffmm gghhh.... Th-thank you...that was really starting to hurt me."
"Quiet, I said," barked the woman. Heather nodded silently. The woman leaned forward again, and Heather felt a coat being draped over her shoulders... her own overcoat! The woman pulled Heather's coat on over top of the ropes binding her arms and wrists. The coat was buttoned shut, the belt tied, and the empty sleeves tucked away into the pockets. Heather couldn't be sure, but it felt like the pockets were empty; they must have taken her phone and wallet and things from them.
"Drink," said the man, and Heather felt a plastic bottle of water being pressed against her lips gently. She eagerly took a big swallow, her mouth still dry from the awful rubber ball.
"OK Heather," continued the woman, "here are the rules. We're going to stow you in the back seat here. If you talk, the ball goes back in. If you struggle or make noise, a bag goes over your head. Understand?"
Heather shivered and nodded, "Y-yes, I--"
The woman interrupted, "IF YOU TALK... THE BALL GOES BACK IN." Heather sealed her lips and nodded yes. As the woman pressed close, Heather felt something cold and hard being pressed firmly into her ribs. Through her thin tank top, it felt like metal. A flashlight? A crowbar? Heather hoped it wasn't a gun...
The overcoat fastened over her, Heather was lifted into the back seat of what felt like a passenger car. The man sat her down and pulled the hip and shoulder belt from the back seat and latched in around her, strapping her into the back seat. The soft seat was a lot more comfortable than the cold cellar floor, but Heather had no idea where she was being carted off to.
"You drive," said the woman. "I'll stay back here with the package. In case the package causes any trouble..."
Heather hurriedly shook her head no, trying to let them know she wouldn't cause any trouble. The woman climbed into the seat next to Heather and pulled the car doors shut. The man got into the front seat, started the engine, and pulled out into the night. Tied up and blindfolded, Heather waited silently in the rear, still fearful that the woman next to her would gag her again... or worse... Where was she being taken?

### Re: Heather's Adventure

Post by bookl0ver » Sun Oct 16, 2011 8:08 am

sick as mate keep it coming
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE
Also addicted to slash. ^,^