## Pas De Ligotage - The Conclusion

Post by LordNelson » Sun Mar 01, 2015 10:46 am

Part One - Pas De Deux
THE STUDIO IS CLOSED DAMAGE FROM A BROKEN WATER PIPE WILL TAKE TWO WEEKS TO BE REPAIRED
LESSONS HAVE BEEN CANCELLED OR MOVED TO ANOTHER STUDIO PLEASE CHECK OUR WEBSITE
Sara had tugged at the locked door before seeing the sign. Luckily her mom had not left yet. She returned to the car and got out her phone. Her lesson had been rescheduled at a studio across town. She had half an hour to get there.
She arrived with about ten minutes to spare. Her instructor, Miss Heidi, met her at the door and directed her to the change rooms. As Sara walked in she looked around. The building was a converted warehouse. The main floor was huge and well lit. The ceiling was high and sunlight streamed through a row of windows that ran the length of the building. At the far end the former offices had been converted into change rooms.
Between the dance floor and the change rooms was an open lounge area with vending machines, a water cooler, several big arm chairs and a matching couch. A coffee table was covered with various dance magazines.
In the change room the other girls from her class were getting their leotards, tights and shoes on. She dressed quickly.
Miss Heidi explained that they would be sharing this studio for the duration of the repairs. They took one end of the floor while another class had the other. There was plenty of room for both classes.
Class was proceeding as usual when Sara noticed that some of the other girls were distracted. She looked over to the other class and could see why. Among the girls was one boy. He stood a foot taller than them. He was muscular and very cute.
At the end of the lesson Sara put on her warm-up sweater and got a cup of water from the cooler and sat on the couch. She finished it and was about to go change when the other class ended. The boy was walking towards her on his way to the change room. She sat back down. She wanted to get a closer look before leaving.
He was built like a football player but there was no doubt that he was a dancer. He walked more gracefully than most of the girls. He was even cuter up close and somehow after a strenuous lesson not a hair was out of place. He walked to the cooler, took a cup and bent over to fill it; Sara just about fell off of the couch when she saw his perfect butt.
He sat at the other end of the couch. ‘I’m James’ he said ‘what’s your name?’
‘Sara’ she stuttered trying to regain her composure ‘I’ll be here for a few weeks.’
‘What do you think of our studio?’ he asked. ‘It’s nice’ she replied ‘but the floor seems to be harder than what I’m used to. My feet are sore.’
‘Put them up here’ he said as he patted a hand on his lap ‘I can fix that for you.’
Sara was a bit shocked to say the least. They had only just met and it did seem rather inappropriate.
‘Well?’ he said. “What the hell!” she thought. She swung her feet up onto him. He tugged at the bows in her ribbons and undid them. Then he carefully unwound the ribbons from around her ankles. He slipped each shoe off and put them beside him on the couch.
He gripped a foot in each of his hands and began to knead them. His hands were soft but strong and he knew all the right places to squeeze. It felt fabulous. Sara laid back and rested her head on the arm of the couch and closed her eyes. If her eyes had been open she would have seen the envious looks that she was getting from her classmates as they walked by on the way out.
It was pure heaven as his fingers erased her aches and pains. Then he stopped. Sara waited a moment but then opened her eyes when she felt something odd. He had taken one of her shoes and was wrapping the ribbons around her ankles. He pulled them tight and tied a neat bow binding her ankles together.
Then he picked up her other shoe and slid closer to her with her legs across his lap. ‘Take off your sweater’ he asked. She had no idea why but the way he said it was so sensual that she found herself doing it without thinking. He took it from her and draped it over the back of the couch. He then crossed her wrists in front of her and tied them with the other ribbon.
With the shoe dangling from her bound wrists he placed her hands on her lap and then hid them from view with the sweater. Sara was speechless as she witnessed the kinkiest thing that had ever happened to her. He slid back over to the other end of the couch and began to work on her feet again.
It felt different this time. It was not so much therapeutic as it was erotic. Rather than massaging he was rubbing and stroking. Each touch of his fingers and palms gave her shivers. He worked along her toes and across her arches and around her heels. He glided across her bound ankles and started up her calves.
‘Sara’ boomed a shout from across the room ‘I’ve been waiting in the car.’
Sara fell from heaven and crashed back to earth. She didn’t even have to look, she knew that voice. James tugged the bow at her ankles and they were free. Sara jumped up with the sweater concealing her wrists.
‘I just have to get my bag’ she shouted back. James handed her the shoe and she dashed into the change room. Thankfully there was no one in it as she untied her wrists with her teeth.
‘What was that about with the boy?’ asked mom as Sara got into the car.
‘Nothing’ said Sara in a shaky voice ‘I just had a cramp in my foot.’
Part Two - Pas De Quatre
The next day Sara returned to the new studio. She had been scheduled to take a lesson from the other instructor with her class. James wasn’t there but she soon made other friends.
As soon as she came out of the change room two girls ran over to greet her. They were a pair of pretty blond twins named Beverly and Barbara. They welcomed her and introduced themselves and told her that if there was anything she needed to be sure to ask.
During the lesson they stood on either side of her at the barre. Then they danced on either side of her on the floor. Whenever Sara looked one or the other or both were looking back at her. It was a little creepy but some people are just overly friendly like that she thought.
On the break two more girls came over. Both were a head taller than Sara and the twins and both were incredibly beautiful. Susan had long dark hair in a ponytail halfway down her back. She was quite thin and yet somehow graceful and gorgeous.
Donna was slightly taller, two years older and had the body of a goddess. Her thick rich brown hair reached her shoulders. She had amazing cheek bones, full lips and piercing sky blue eyes. Sara couldn’t help thinking that this was quite possibly the most beautiful person she had ever met.
They were sisters and cousins of Bev and Barb, as they insisted Sara call them. They were as friendly if not friendlier than the twins. They chatted for a few minutes and then they offered an invitation. They told Sara that they were going for pizza afterwards and invited her along.
‘I’d love to’ she said ‘but my mom’s coming to pick me up and she wants me to go clothes shopping with her. She likes my advice when she is getting new outfits.’
‘Give her a call’ suggested Donna ‘I’m sure that as a good mom dancing comes first. Tell her you can stay for another lesson and that we will drive you home after.’
Sara didn’t like deceiving her mom but this sounded like fun and she made the call.
After the lesson they changed and Sara started towards the front door. ‘This way’ said Susan ‘we’re parked in the back.’
Sara followed as they went out the back door into an alleyway. A shiny blue sports car was parked there. Donna pressed the button on her remote and the trunk popped open. She tossed her bag in. As Sara went to toss hers in too Donna reached into the trunk.
When Donna turned the twins grabbed Sara by the arms. Donna held up a roll of duct tape. Before Sara could protest she pulled off a long strip and pressed it over Sara’s mouth from ear to ear. She added a second and a third taping Sara from her chin to her nose.
While Donna was applying the tape Susan pulled a long pair of gloves onto Sara’s arms as the twins held them firmly. Then Bev and Barb crossed her wrists behind her back and Donna taped them. They lifted her into the trunk leaving her legs sticking out. Her ankles were taped, her legs pushed in and the trunk slammed shut.
It had happened so fast that Sara didn’t have time to be scared. Now that she was in the dark trunk and the car was pulling out onto the street she found that she still wasn’t scared. She was actually excited. The girls had been so friendly that Sara was sure that they weren’t serial killers or rapists. This must be some sort of initiation.
As the vehicle made its way through town Sara tested her bonds and found that the sticky tape wouldn’t stretch or rip, she was helpless and she didn’t mind. This was fun and she couldn’t wait to see what they had planned for her next.
Before long she could feel that the car had pulled onto a gravel driveway. It paused for a moment and she could hear the rumble of a garage door opening. The car moved up and the door closed again. The trunk popped open and Sara looked up. When her eyes adjusted to the light she saw the faces of the four beautiful cousins looking down at her.
They lifted her out and placed her on a workbench at the end of the garage. Sara sat there wondering what they had planned for her. They looked more serious now, not as friendly, and for the first time Sara was a bit uneasy. Bev spoke first.
‘We heard about you and James yesterday.’ The rest joined in taking turns and finishing each other’s sentences. ‘You can’t just show up and start picking up our guys’… ‘ya, who do you think you are’…’we have a lot of time invested in him’…’if you don’t back off you’ll be sorry!’
That last comment had Sara worried. She didn’t want any hassles but with three layers of tape over her mouth she couldn’t make that clear. She had two choices. She could do her best to look defiant and see if they might back down. That could backfire if she pissed them off. The other approach was to try to look as pathetic as possible and possibly get their sympathy. It was a cowardly way to go but it had the best chance of succeeding.
Sara let her shoulders slump and her whole body went limp as if someone was slowly letting the air out of a balloon. She looked up for a moment with big sad puppy dog eyes and then let her head drop. She really did look quite miserable. The acidic comments stopped. Without even seeing them Sara could tell it was working, they didn’t know what to do next.
Sara tried to squeeze out a few tears but it wasn’t quite working. Donna stepped forward and putting her hand under Sara’s chin she lifted her head and looked into her moist eyes. ‘We’re really sorry to scare you like this but you’re in our territory now and we aren’t so sure about you.’
Donna began to carefully peel off the gag. When Sara could finally talk she didn’t hesitate. She was still tied up and at their mercy so she couldn’t say what was on her mind. She would have to tell them what they wanted to hear.
‘I’m not interested in James’ she said in a quivering frightened voice (totally fake). ‘Whatever you heard about us must have been exaggerated, we only talked’ (totally a lie). ‘To tell the truth I thought he was gay’ (totally convincing).
The cousins began to laugh. ‘We’re not sure if he is gay ourselves’ said Susan. ‘But if he isn’t’ added Bev…’we want to be the ones to find out’ continued Barb…’not you’ finished Donna.
‘I’m good with that’ said Sara ‘he’s all yours. When I go back to my own studio in two weeks I’ll probably never see him again. Why would I want to start something I can’t finish?’
That seemed to convince them. Susan removed the tape from Sara’s wrists. When Sara was able to get her arms back in front of her she held up her gloved hand to look at it. They had put a pair of elbow length opera gloves on her to protect her skin from the tape. The gloves were black silk with a string of small pearls around the wrist.
‘These are beautiful’ said Sara. ‘We got them out of the costume room’ said Barb ‘we didn’t want the tape to pull off any skin.’
‘Are we okay now?’ asked Donna. ‘You’re not going to do anything like call the cops are you?’
Sara thought for a moment. Donna’s concerned question was their first sign of uncertainty. It was time to take advantage of it.
‘I’m okay on two conditions’ asserted Sara ‘I get to keep the gloves and you had better order the pizza, I’m starving.’ They agreed.
‘Oh, while I’m making demands’ added Sara ‘could you please tape my wrists again, this time in front so that I can eat my pizza.’
Last edited by LordNelson on Tue May 05, 2015 2:19 am, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: Pas De Ligotage (M/F, FFFF/F)

Post by abductionfan » Sun Mar 01, 2015 12:51 pm

Great start sir

### Re: Pas De Ligotage (M/F, FFFF/F)

Post by Tieup1 » Sun Mar 01, 2015 3:58 pm

A great start, look forward to more

### Re: Pas De Ligotage (M/F, FFFF/F)

Post by LordNelson » Sat Mar 14, 2015 9:47 am

This story was written as a gift to a friend I have made on this site. She gave me kind permission to post it, after changing her name, so many thanks to her.

### Re: Pas De Ligotage (M/F, FFFF/F)

Post by Mr Underheel » Sat Mar 14, 2015 12:15 pm

Very good stuff! Thank you!

### Re: Pas De Ligotage (M/F, FFFF/F)

Post by gaggednbarefoot » Mon Mar 16, 2015 8:58 am

I've always had the fantasy of being the only teenage boy in a dance class of girls with a 20 something teacher. Of course I'd dance barefoot but some of the girls would have tights on (contemorRy not classical ballet) . I'd have loved tomb James in this scene. Of course being taped is a two way street!
Tie me up, take my shoes and socks and tickle my feet.
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### Re: Pas De Ligotage (M/F, FFFF/F)

Post by viking » Wed Mar 18, 2015 10:15 pm

another well written story keep up the good work
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Pas De Ligotage (M/F, FFFF/F)

Post by LordNelson » Tue May 05, 2015 2:18 am

Part 3 - The Ride Home F/F
Chocolate milk. It’s cool and refreshing. It tastes great. It also makes one hell of a stain on a white blouse when your friends make you laugh with a mouthful. Sara had to borrow a sweater and wear it to her afternoon classes so that her classmates wouldn’t make fun of her.
When she got home after school she had to get changed quickly and get to dance class. Today was her last lesson at the temporary studio. As she selected a new outfit to wear she didn’t pay much attention to her choices. Her mind was elsewhere.
Two weeks ago her introduction to the new site included being tied up by a hot guy right in the studio. Then she was abducted by four girls who all had an interest in him and wanted to warn her to keep away. Since then the boy had pretty much ignored her and the girls had become friends. It was a weird situation and it was a lot to think about.
The stained blouse came off and was tossed into the dirty clothes hamper. Her skirt soon followed it. She stood in her bra and panties gazing into the mirror wondering what to wear. She noticed that the milk had seeped through and stained her bra. Into the hamper it went.
She dug through her drawer for a new bra and selected a skimpy black lace one that was a favorite. As she slipped it on she realized that now the panties didn’t match. Into the hamper they went. Another twirl in front of the mirror with the matching panties confirmed that she didn’t need any tights, her tanned legs looked great bare.
Her snug blue camisole with spaghetti straps went perfectly with her blue denim skirt. The black bra straps over her smooth bare shoulders added just the right touch of sassy. Sara fussed a bit with her hair and then stood back to get a full length look at herself. “Too much blue?” she asked herself. She slipped on her white lace cardigan to accent the outfit. “Damn I look hot” she thought.
She looked at her selection of shoes and then she smiled; she knew just the right pair for today. The blue booties with the four inch heels were perfect. When you are as short as Sara the extra height helps.
A short bus ride across town dropped her off right in front of the studio. Sara checked her reflection in the glass of the door to make sure that all still looked good. Then she went in. The click-click-click of her heels on the floor had all heads turning to her. She kept looking straight ahead towards the change room but she knew they were watching.
James was out on the floor and he stopped dancing to stare. Had Sara seen the look on his face she would have known that he was now regretting not having pursued her further. Her four abductors sat on the old worn out couches in the lounge and they began to whisper to each other; the competition was back.
‘You’re a bit late’ called out Laureen ‘we’ll start without you.’ Sara took a quick glance at her. Laureen was filling in for her regular teacher. She was a nice lady who didn’t look much like a dancer. Her short body was only an inch or two taller than Sara but she probably weighed almost twice as much with her muscular athletic build. If it weren’t for the black leotard and tights one might think she was a weight lifter.
Sara changed and came back out for her lesson. All eyes greeted her again but soon went about their own business now that the sexy outfit was gone.
Sara was still daydreaming about her two weeks here as she joined the class at the barre. Miss Laureen, the studios owner, who was filling in for Miss Heidi her regular teacher, had been great and gave Sara extra lessons whenever she had any spare time. She really seemed to like Sara and greeted her with a big smile.
Laureen noticed that Sara wasn’t putting in a full effort. Students do have off days and she wasn’t too concerned but when Sara kicked the barre for the third time only ten minutes into the lesson she told her to take a break.
As Sara filled a cup at the water cooler Laureen came over. ‘What’s on your mind’ she asked ‘you’re somewhere else today.’ ‘It’s nothing’ answered Sara ‘I’m just a bit distracted.’ ‘I saw the way everyone looked at you when you came in’ she said ‘do you feel like you’re not welcome?’
Sara was feeling confused and wanted a second opinion. Normally she wouldn’t have been so open about what had happened to her but since this was probably the last time she would ever see Laureen she decided to get her opinion. She had been a friend as well as a teacher and Sara felt comfortable talking to her. They sat on a couch and Sara told her everything that had been done to her.
‘So the way I see it’ observed Laureen ‘is that you want to be friends with James and you want to be friends with the girls but you have to make a choice because you can’t have both.’
‘That’s not it all’ said Sara ‘I’m not into boys, if you know what I mean, so James is not an issue. The girls are into James, not girls, so they’re out too. What I am missing though is being tied up. It’s hard to explain but I enjoyed it.’ Sara couldn’t believe she had said that out loud to a woman who was basically a stranger but it felt good to share her thoughts with someone else.
‘Wow’ exclaimed Laureen ‘that’s quite a confession to make. It must have been hard to open up like that. I really don’t know what to say. I’d love to offer you some advice but I don’t have any, sorry. All I can think of is that it wasn’t the actual tying up that you liked, it was the attention you were getting when they did it that was important.’
Laureen had to get back to start the class and left Sara sitting. Sara knew that what she said was true but it was only half true. The attention was part of it but being tied was more important. She finished her water and returned to the lesson.
The next twenty minutes went quickly, Sara had her concentration back. When the class took a break Lauren called Sara over to one side. ‘I have time to give you a private lesson tonight’ she said ‘free of charge as my going away gift to you. Why don’t you call your mom and tell her that you will be a few hours more and that I will give you a ride home.’
Sara liked the idea of a private lesson and made the call. Mom was okay with it.
After the class ended Laureen told Sara ‘Meet me in my office in five minutes.’
Sara knew what was going on. Laureen didn’t have anyone dancing at Sara’s level. She was probably going to try to talk her into switching studios. It would be a tempting offer but Sara decided she would have to decline, she liked it where she was and with her history here it would be awkward to stay.
Sara went to the office and Laureen was sitting behind her desk talking on the telephone. Sara sat to wait. When the call ended Laureen said ‘I’m sorry but something has come up. I can’t stay. Go get changed and I’ll give you a ride home.’ Sara went to the change room.
When she returned to the office it was dark except for a dim lamp on the desk. She walked in and the door closed behind her. A hand quickly clamped over her mouth and an arm wrapped around her and squeezed painfully tight. The smell of Laureen’s cheap perfume filled her nostrils.
‘You said that you like to be tied up’ she whispered into Sara’s ear ‘well this is my real going away present to you. Don’t make a sound and enjoy it.’
She roughly shoved Sara towards the desk. Sara pushed back and tried to twist free. Laureen was surprisingly strong and lifted little Sara up. She lurched forward and slammed her into the desk. The edge of the desk caught Sara across the stomach and knocked the wind out of her. With her mouth covered she wheezed through her nose to catch her breath.
Laureen swept aside the telephone and the computer monitor. She grabbed a handful of hair then forcefully bent Sara over slamming her face down onto the desk. Sara barely managed to turn her face away and her cheek hit hard. The impact would have easily broken her nose had she not moved. Then Laureen lifted Sara’s head and slammed it into the desk again.
The room began to spin. Sara felt like passing out. The hand came off of her mouth and she sucked in deep breaths. She tried to scream but only a squeak came out. There was too much pain, in her face and in her stomach, she had trouble finding her focus. She tried to scream again but a pair of hands around her neck choked it off before she could finish.
Then there was a sharp tug at Sara’s hair. Laureen was holding onto a fistful of hair and bending her head back. Her yelp of pain was cut off by something being jammed into her mouth. Laureen pushed firmly until it was all in. It was big whatever it was, the texture felt like a pair of tights. Sara’s tongue was jammed down and her cheeks bulged.
‘Don’t even think about spitting it out. If you do I’ll put it back in with my fist.’
Laureen pulled one of Sara’s hands behind her and twisted it up behind her back as far as she could. Sharp pains shot through Sara’s unnaturally bent shoulder. One end of a rough hemp rope was wrapped around her wrist and knotted. The coarse cord scraped and scratched.
Laureen passed the cord over Sara’s shoulder and across her throat. She pulled hard and Sara’s hand was twisted up even more and the rope dug into her neck. She wrapped it around her neck twice and then over the other shoulder and down her back.
Laureen grabbed the other hand and forced it up behind Sara’s back. She tied the end of the rope to it and now the pulling of two bound wrists tightened the rope even more around her neck. There was enough of the free end left to wrap around both wrists and pull them painfully together high up between Sara’s shoulder blades.
Using the tie across Sara’s elbows Laureen pulled her back up straight and then turned Sara around to face her. She gripped Sara tightly by the arms and stared into her eyes. She leaned in close to Sara’s ear.
Then it was forced in even deeper when Laureen tied something between her lips to hold it in, probably another ribbon. She pulled it hard and it cut into Sara’s cheeks.
‘When you came strutting in here you created quite a disturbance. You should know better. Looking like that can provoke people into doing things they shouldn’t do.’ Sara knew that when Laureen said “people” she meant herself. ‘When you told me you liked to be tied up I knew that really you were asking me to tie you up; you were just being a tease. Look at you, that short skirt, that snug top and those sexy booties, you knew I couldn’t I resist.’
“This is getting really creepy, really fast” thought Sara. Is it a just a joke or is it for real? Did the girls put her up to it? Or James? She decided to play along for now. If Laureen was going to be rough she could too. She twisted to try and break the grip on her arms. Laureen pushed back until Sara was shoved into the desk. She kept pushing until Sara’s butt was on the desk and her feet were off of the floor.
‘It’s pointless to try and escape’ warned Laureen.
‘It’s time to leave now my dear, let’s put you in the car.’ Laureen picked up Sara’s duffle and put it over her shoulder. Then she took Sara by the arm, with a very firm grip, and pulled her off of the desk and towards the door. She opened it a crack to check the hallway. It was clear and she dragged Sara out with her towards the back door.
The rusty hinges creaked as the backdoor opened. Laughter and voices came from outside; someone was coming. It was too far to go back to the office. The nearest door was a janitor’s closet. Laureen opened it and shoved Sara in. She pushed into the small room with her and closed the door. The two were jammed tightly together.
Laureen put one hand over Sara’s mouth to double up the gag and her other hand was on the back of Sara’s head gripping her hair to keep from trying to turn away. She pushed Sara hard against the wall. ‘Don’t make a sound’ she warned. To Sara this was starting to look less and less like a joke. She was beginning to regret surrendering without a fight.
Once the footsteps had passed in the hallway Laureen took a quick look and then pushed Sara ahead of her out of the building. At the far end of the parking lot, in the darkest spot, the trunk of the car parked there popped open. Laureen had pushed the button on her remote. Sara began to resist. She knew this ride wasn’t going to be as fun as the last one.
Sara was trying to break free and make a run for it but Laureen had dug her fingers into Sara’s arms. Several steps from the car Laureen couldn’t push her any further and she was wrestling just to keep Sara under control. Finally she got an arm around Sara’s neck and began to choke her.
‘You can get in now’ she hissed at her ‘or I can wait until you pass out, it’s your choice.’ Sara continued to struggle, she wasn’t going to give up easy. Then Laureen loosened her grip. ‘If I let you sit in the back seat will you settle down until I get you home?’
The word home got through to Sara. It wasn’t far. Soon she would be there and this would all be over. She stopped resisting. Laureen opened the door and pushed Sara in. She knelt down and pulling a ribbon from her pocket she tightly tied Sara’s ankles. Then she lifted her legs in and closed the door. She tossed Sara’s bag into the trunk and slammed it shut. Then they drove off…in the wrong direction.
Sara began to mmph frantically. Lauren looked at her in the rear view mirror. ‘Oh, didn’t I tell you, we’re going to my home not yours. We still have over an hour before anyone is expecting you. Lots of time to get to know each other before mommy gets worried about you.’
Sara started to shift her bum across the seat towards the door. She was prepared to throw herself out of a moving vehicle to get away if that’s what it took. ‘You’re wasting your time my dear, I have childproof locks back there. Those doors won’t open until I stop.’
Sara was in a panic, out of frustration she kicked the back of the seat. Laureen looked back angrily. Then horns honked and brakes squealed. In the confusion of the moment she had driven through a stop sign. This was followed shortly by flashing lights and a siren. A nearby police officer had witnessed the incident.
Laureen pulled over at the darkest spot of the roadside she could find. Sara thought she looked surprisingly calm. She turned to Sara and harshly said ‘Lie down and stay out of sight!’ Sara obeyed. Laureen rolled down her window when the officer came over.
‘Have you been drinking ma’am?’
‘No officer I haven’t, I’m just on my way home from work.’
‘You do realize that you drove through a stop sign back there don’t you?’
‘I’m so sorry sir, I was distracted for a moment and missed it. I promise it won’t happen again.’
Sara lay still and quiet in the back. She wanted to sit up and scream as loud as she could, even with the gag in he would hear her, he was only a few feet away, but she was afraid to. If she were to get the officer’s attention Laureen might panic and drive off. The last thing Sara wanted was to be involved in a high speed chase; she didn’t even have a seat belt on.
‘Just a warning this time ma’am’ he said as she leaned towards the window with a big smile and lots of cleavage.
“Thank you officer’ she purred knowing he was a sucker for a good looking woman.
He was fooled by her charm but after years of training he automatically completed his inspection of her vehicle. He switched on his flashlight and aimed the beam at the passenger seat looking for signs of alcohol or drugs. Then he checked the floor in the front. Next was the back seat.
‘There’s someone back there’ he exclaimed as he reached for his gun. Sara sat up and he shone the light in her face. When he saw the gag the gun came out. He pointed it and the light at Laureen. ‘What’s going on here?’ he demanded.
‘You caught us officer. This is so embarrassing’ she said. ‘This is my niece and we’re playing a little game. She was rude to me earlier so I’m punishing her by making her sit quietly. The gag is just a joke.’
‘She looks like she tied up too’ he observed.
‘Well wouldn’t it be pointless to gag her if she could just reach up and remove it? As I said it’s just a little joke between us.’
‘Is that true’ he asked Sara. She froze not sure what to say. She wanted desperately to be rescued but was afraid Laureen might make a break for it. Before Sara could answer Laureen spoke again.
‘Maybe you could do me a favor’ she asked the policeman in her most convincing voice. ‘I have really had it with her. Would it be possible for you to drive her home? A ride in the back of your car would show her where she might end up if she doesn’t learn to show a bit of respect for others.’
‘That’s not really permissible’ he said ‘I’m not driving a taxi.’
‘Please’ she said giving him her best “puppy dog” eyes. ‘I would be ever so grateful.’
He was a cop but like most men he let his penis do his thinking for him. ‘I suppose I could make an exception for you’ he said ‘get her out.’
Laureen got out and made sure to brush up against him as she did. She opened the back door and reached in to untie Sara’s ankles. Sara turned and got out. Laureen removed the gag and untied her hands. Sara was confused.
Either it had been a joke, a very bad one, or Laureen was an evil genius. Letting Sara go could be her way of putting an end to the joke or it could be her attempt to make this seem more innocent than it was. Sara was so relieved to be untied and getting away from her that she quickly walked to the police car.
As he opened the door for Sara, Laureen called out ‘You should really put your hand cuffs on her, give her the full experience.’ ‘I think you’re right’ he said and he laughed while he secured Sara’s hands behind her. Sara looked up at Laureen; she had never seen such an evil grin.
He put her into the back and as he drove away Laureen gave him a wave good bye and then she blew Sara a kiss.
Sara’s mind was totally messed up. What should she do? Does she tell the cop the truth and then the whole story including James and the girls becomes public or does she just forget about it and get on with her life?
What would you do?

### Re: Pas De Ligotage - The Conclusion

Post by LordNelson » Wed May 06, 2015 11:41 am

This story was written for a wonderful young lady. It was written with her creative participation and posted with her generous permission. Shortly after posting it she left the site for personal reasons but I hope that she stills checks in as a guest every now and then. I enjoyed working with her and I will truly miss her.