Postby Mr Underheel » Sat Jul 02, 2016 6:33 am
Kidnapper POV
I hovered over her as she lay slumped on the floor. “They didn’t tell me how pretty she is! And I thought this was just going to be about the money. I would have snatched this one for nothing! Well, that fifty-grand will be nice. Time to get her secured.”
Duct tape was the order of the day. Seconds later I had her ankles encased in 10 layers of strong silver material. Pulling her wrists behind her back I bound them in a similar fashion. She looked so hot that I started to get a bit over-zealous. I locked her knees together with the tape and then started to wrap it around her torso and arms until I was completely confident that she would never escape.
Whenever I take a job like this I make sure that the victim never sees my face. I had painstakingly fashioned a blindfold system that completely shuts out all light and is impossible to remove. I placed the thick foam rubber pads directly over her gorgeous eyes. Straps ran to the back of her head along both sides and over the crown of her skull. A second strap ran over the top from side to side. More straps ran downward to a wide black leather collar which encircled her neck just below her chin, high on her throat. There were five such straps, one at the back, two behind her ears and two that ran from just below her eyes and over her cheeks. The collar locked in place with a heavy Master padlock.
“She needs to be silenced, too. We have some public areas to traverse so I have no choice.” I had taken along a black leather panel gag which had a small ball attached. Her mouth was easy to open, unconscious as she was, and it took little effort to tightly buckle it in place.
Picking her up was quite another issue, though. Dead weight is challenging. The taped arms and legs gave me some good handholds, though. Another help is that I didn’t really care WHERE I put my hands. I hiked up her skirt, reached between her legs and gave her a good feel as I picked her up.
“Here’s your transportation, love!” I set her down as gently as I could in the cleaning crew’s garbage bin. Then I tossed a couple of bags full of garbage on top of her to complete the disguise. Now all there was left to do was to wheel her to the elevator, out the back door, and into my waiting van.
With all of the security cameras in the building, I had taken certain precautions to hide my identity. I had a cheap “Mission Impossible” type of mask that completely changed my face, although it was fairly obvious to anyone who looked closely that it was indeed a mask. My van was as generic as it could possibly be so that it would be difficult to track: a plain white Ford panel van. I made sine fake license plates to cover the real one and as I made my get-away, I would stop in pre-determined locations where I knew there were no closed-circuit cameras and I changed the plate.
It was very late and the building was almost completely deserted so I got the cart out to the van without a problem. Now I just needed to get the garbage container into the back.
After opening the double-back doors I reminded myself, “Use your legs, not your back.” But just as I got the bottom of the container to the deck level, it tipped over. The garbage bags rolled out. “Close enough”, I decided. I pushed it the rest of the way in and slammed the doors shut.
Another precaution that I always take is to drive anything but a straight line to my “office”. It was only a 20 minute trip but it took us about an hour and a half. I made no fewer than 50 turns and covered 30 miles along a very circuitous route.
By then, the chloroform had worn off and my lovely was starting to awaken. I love hearing the screams through the gags! When I heard her start to struggle, I pulled over to the side of the road to watch for a while. Now THAT is a major turn-on for me! I couldn’t wait to get her tucked away where no one would ever find her. I know that I’ll be releasing her, but not until I get the orders. In the meantime, I am going to have my fun with her.
“Home sweet home, love!” I called to her as I pulled into my oversized garage. I backed in so that the doors were near the room where I would hold her. Doors opened, I got the garbage container out of the way and just watched her for a while as she struggled helplessly. The pinstripe suit highlighted her curves beautifully. And her red shoes were both still on her feet! I grabbed her around the chest and pulled her to the back of the van.
“Mine. All mine”, I whispered in her ear. And I dragged her into my lair.
Elle’s POV
As her mind started to clear she slowly became aware of her circumstance. She had a vague recollection of seeing duct taped ankles and then that horrible odor, and then things seemed like a bad dream. It was as if she had been on a long journey, and not an enjoyable one at all. She had a headache and, what was wrong with her arms and legs? What was in her mouth? Why couldn’t she see anything at all?
Though her brain was foggy, it was becoming apparent that she had been kidnapped. But by whom? And why? She had no idea what this could be about. It infuriated her! She had been pulling against the tape but now she was just downright mad and was doing her best to break the tape. Whoever had done this, though, had done it well. She was just exhausting herself through her efforts and was making no progress toward escape.
She was afraid. And yet, she was strangely excited. Why?
The vehicle had been lurching forward for some time, but then it began to back up. She felt it bump up what was probably a driveway apron and then, finally it stopped. One more effort against the tape was—useless. And now the doors were opening.
She heard his voice and felt how he was ogling her. Her fear rose as did her excitement.
In a moment she was out of the van and she heard a wooden door close and lock. He made her stand up, red shoes still very much in place, teetering on her bound ankles. His hands ravaged her body through her white silk blouse. He was all over her, squeezing and pinching, tickling and teasing. Now his whole body was pressed against her and she could tell that this was turning him on.
Something was happening with her elbows. Rope! Her joints were being tied closely together. The cords also went beneath her arms, over her shoulders and behind her neck. Why was he doing that? And then he started to cut away the tape until only her elbows were still bound. But that was enough.
Then she felt her arms being pulled toward the ceiling behind her. He had tied another line to the elbow binding, a line that was threaded through a pulley that was screwed into the ceiling. Her arms were drawn up until her shoulders were slightly stooped and her hands were pulled away from her body. Although her wrists and ankles were not bound, she was no less free than when the tape was encasing her.
“I want to get a look at these goods, girl.” He violently ripped the buttons from her blouse and then pulled down her skirt until it lay in a heap on the floor around her ankles. Immediately, his hands went to work again, exploring all of her private areas. “That’s a sassy little piece of nothing that’s covering your privates, Missy. But it’s still too much.” He took a fistful of cloth from the front of her panties and with one powerful yank, he snapped the tiny strings that held it in place.
Now fully exposed, he could see how carefully she had shaved herself that morning. She had left a lovely heart-shaped patch just above her slit. He laughed when he saw it and stroked it admiringly. But a moment later, his fingers were probing her womanhood.
“I think you’re enjoying yourself, you little slut! You’re all wet!” She could only moan through her gag. Elle hated to admit it but all of this was an undeniable turn-on for her. The presence of his finger inside her made her long for something much larger to take its place.
Kidnapper’s POV
I couldn’t believe it! She actually was getting wet from this! Was I dreaming?
There was ladyjuice all over my hand. First I held it to my own nose and drank in her aroma. Then I offered it to her. “Here’s what you smell like, my gorgeous flower. Just lovely! You should taste it, too. Oh, but there’s that nasty gag in your mouth. Let ME taste it for you.”
My mouth was now near her face and I loudly sucked the cum from my fingers and mumbled, “Delicious…incredible…yummy…sweet…” The girl breathed deeply, trying desperately to share in the moment. Yes, I was enjoying it, but I had other things that needed to be done. To her.
With no warning I stood and started spanking her ass—hard! She yelped through the gag. I held her hips steady using my left arm to pull her into me and didn’t stop smacking her until my arm was tired. She whimpered and moaned softly but when I checked between her legs again there was more honey gushing out. That pleased me greatly.
Now I wanted to tie her up some more. The nearby workbench was covered with coils of rope. I selected a thick one and tied it around her right ankle. Then I threaded it behind the cords that connected her elbows and pulled on it until her foot was lifted from the floor and her lower leg was parallel to the ground. She teetered on her heeled foot, partially suspended from the ceiling.
It was not my desire to hurt her—at least not to “damage” her, though I fully-intended for her to experience pleasure-inducing pain—so I wrapped more ropes around her chest and connected them to the ceiling cable, all to better support her weight. Her poor blouse and suit jacket were horribly rumpled under all of this, but for me, it added to the eroticism of the situation.
My excitement was nearly overriding my self-control and my member was ready to drive itself into her soaking mine. I unzipped and pulled it out, then positioned it, ready to plunge into her. But before I did, I thought better of it and withdrew. She could tell what I had intended and when I backed away I thought I heard a disappointed moan issue forth from her throat.
“Oh, you wanted that, did you? I have something else for you. I’m sure you will not be disappointed.”
Elle’s POV
When he backed away, Elle did moan. She did want him inside her and she couldn’t hide it. For a few moments she couldn’t feel him and she wondered where he had gone. That didn’t last for long, however.
Something large and thick and lubricated was touching her ladylips. More than touching. Penetrating. It was not only thick, but it was long. Elle’s breathing became shallow and extremely rapid as this object violated her. He was pumping it in and out, slowly at first and then more quickly. With each motion her body became more and more heated until she felt that she was going to explode.
“No use. Don’t hold it in”, she thought. And so she didn’t. She screamed into her gag as she orgasmed uncontrollably. Her body shuddered and she struggled against her bonds. He laughed as she panted deeply. Then he strapped the device in place, stuck there deep inside her.
Only a moment later she felt another pressure at ANOTHER opening. This one was vibrating and it already ached as he pushed it against her hole. It broached and then burned her while she screamed into the leather panel across her mouth.
Somewhere in the darkness, she could hear the movement of furniture. She was aware of a sound but not of what it meant. The objects inside her muddled her thoughts and she was on the verge of cumming again. This time, as before, she offered no resistance. This time, as before, her body shook and convulsed.
Before the sensations subsided, she could feel her body being lowered. The winch released enough cable to lower her body onto what appeared to be a short table. Her legs hung off one end and her head projected beyond the other. Her breasts pressed into the cool cushioned leather top.
He was fiddling with the buckle that held the gag in place. She gasped in relief when at long last he took the thing out of her mouth. Her jaw ached and she was drooling uncontrollably. Exhausted, she let her head fall toward the floor.
“This is no time to rest, darling!” the evil kidnapper croaked. Her head was jerked backward as the man used her hair as a handle, her mouth involuntarily opened wide and she grunted.
“Why are you doing this to me? Who are you? Let me g----“ Something long, thick, warm and fleshy stopped her from finishing her protestation and the tip of his cock tickled the back of her throat. Once again she was gagged, but in a significantly different way. This nearly made her forget about the vibrator that still throbbed in her ass.
If she had been thinking, she might have bitten it right off. In her current state of mind—delirious and wanting more of this—she sucked him for all she was worth. When he exploded in her mouth, she drank it in thirstily and swallowed everything that she could.
He laughed out loud. “I KNEW you were loving this!” And she could not disagree or protest.
“Let me go! Let me go and I’ll…I’ll…I’ll do whatever you say!”
“No, I’m not letting you go, that’s for sure. And I’m going to make sure that you don’t get away.”
Kidnapper’s POV
I couldn’t believe how hard I came or that she sucked it all down! Now I’m was going to secure her again and I was going to LOVE doing it!
There are plenty of ropes here. I wrapped up her pretty ankles and red shoes and then her knees. Her elbows were still tied so I just crossed her wrists and made them all lovely and encased in all sorts of rope.
And then I hogtied her. The tips of the heels lay in her palms. Oh, it was a gorgeous tie! And watching her squirm was a giant turn-on again.
When she yelled at me again, “Let me go!” I just had to laugh. “You don’t REALLY want that, do you? And shut up!”
I picked up a large ball gag and strapped it in place.
Then I sat back in the wingback chair in the corner and watched her struggle.