Postby 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?"