Kidnapped Cheerleader

Postby USpride46 » Sat Nov 12, 2011 7:47 pm

Kidnapped Cheerleader

"Wrong, wrong, wrong." Shouted my coach as we completed our routine. 
"Jenny you have to hold Maya's foot higher when you are holding her up. It cant be resting on the top of your head."

"It wasnt." Replied Jenny

"I dont wanna hear it, just fix it" She scoweled. Jenny nodded and we got set to do it again. 

"Dont worry Jenny, you held my foot up fine. Shes just being a bitch." I said.

"Maya, since you think im such a bitch you can stay after for cleanup." Said coach. I swore at myself under my breath. I didnt think she heard me but apparently i was wrong. 

Oh yea, i forgot to mention my name is Maya, im a junior at Lakeville county HS in Lakeville, Minnesota. I have long brown hair, some freckles on my cheeks, i have green eyes, which matched my green and white cheerleader outfit i was wearing. Im a highflyer so im skinny but not all bones, i have some muscle and Im about 5 and a half feet tall.

After practice was done i rolled up the mat we were practicing on and dragged it over to the shed. The shed was outside and at the opposite end of the football field right next to the school After what seemed like forever i reached it. It was unclocked so i opened it up and pushed the mat in, it was so unprofessionally done and would probably fall out next time the shed was opened but i didnt care. I closed the door and locked it. 

I walked back to the school and went into the locker room. Everyone had left, but all the lights were on. I opened up my locker and grabbed my stuff. Just then i heard the door to the locker room open. 

"Hello?" I called out.

"Relax Maya, its coach." She said as she stepped into view.

"Hi." I said. 

"So you got everything back in the shed alright?" She asked. I nodded.

"Alright thank you, see you Monday. Enjoy your weekend." She said and then she left. I heard the door shut. Ten seconds later i heard it open again. She probably forgot her keys in her office. She always does that.

I sat down on a bench in the middle of locker room and untied my white Nikes. I slipped them off to reveal powder white ankle socks. I looked at them for a second and then put my hand on my foot. I felt the fuzz and softness of my sock. I felt the part where sock meets skin, it was in the middle of my ankle. I lifted it off my skin and heard a snap as i let it snap back to my skin.

I felt something cold press against my neck. It was sharp, a knife?!

"Dont move." Said an unfamiliar voice.

"Who are you?" I asked. I resisted the urge to turn around and look in fear that he would kill me.

"Resist and we will kill you, make a noise and we will kill you, got it?" He said. We??? There were two, or more? This wasnt looking very good. I nodded.

"Open your mouth." He said and i did as i was told. I felt someone shove a cloth or two in. My cheeks were bulging. Then i hear the sound of duct tape being peeled and ripped. One...two...three, three pieces. The same hand that had shove the scarves in my mouth firmly pressed one piece of duct tape over my mouth, then another and another. I felt like a chipmunk with acorns in its mouth. My cheeks were stuffed, even if i wanted to make noise nothing would probably come out.

"Put your hands behind your back." He ordered, once again i didn resist. I heard a bag unzip and heard something hit the floor.

A second later he placed my hands into a loop and pulled the rope or cord tightly. Then he wrapped it around five more times, he knotted it off and started to wrap it around verticallt between my wrists. This really made it tighter.

"See my pal here really likes your socks." He said and i saw a figure in a grey hooded sweatshirt come around the bench on my rightside and sit on the bench across from me. He was white with black hair and was about six feet tall.

He grabbed my ankles and held them together. Then he let one ankle go and held my left ankle with a firm grip. He tickled the bottom of my socked foot.
"Hmmmpphhhh....gluck" I was very tickelish in that spot. I started to squirm but then i felt the cold steel blade press up against my throat again.

He took my foot and rubbed it against his face, he put it up against his nose and sniffed it. This guy was creepy. I thought about kicking him in the face but that probably wouldnt end well for me.

"Lets go. We dont have all the time in the world here." Said the voice behind me.

The hooded guy grabbed my ankles and placed them together. He picked up some rope and made a loop. Then he placed it around my ankles and pulled it tight. Then he wrapped it around a few more times. He knotted it off and then picked my ankles up and i realized i was being lifted off the bench entirely.

"Oh wait i forgot something." Said the voice and they placed me back down. Then he pulled something over my head. It was a bag, made out of cotton or something. It was pitch black and i couldnt see at all, i blinked and there was no difference when my eyes were closed.

Once again i felt them lifting me off the bench. I could feel them moving. I heard a door open and then we kept moving. Another door opened. I struggled, but the binds on my wrists were tight and were probably cutting off my circulation. The man who held my feet had a vice grip on my ankles, even if rope on my ankles werent tight as hell i probably still couldnt have moved them. I could feel him rub his thumb on my sock. I tried to yell, but little noise came out.

All of a sudden they put me down. I could feel the pavement below me, it was cold but atleast it was some knowledge of where i was. 

"I told you to be quiet!" Yelled the voice as he kicked me in the gut. The pain was emense as all the wind left my body and i curled up. My ankles and my wrists were starting to hurt from the ropes.

"I think you will stop now." He said and they picked me up again. They carried me a little longer and i heard the trunk of a car open. They put me down, but i felt pavement below me. All of a sudden i was flipped onto my stomach. One of them pushed to tops of my feet and my legs were forced to bend. I tried to resist but i could feel his body sitting there behind my knees. I felt a rope slip between my ankles, it skimmed over my ankle socks and i felt him wrap it around the rope that bound my ankles. He made a knot and i felt the rope slip between my wrists. He  pressed his feet against my knees and pulled the rope as hard as he could. Instantly my ankles moved up against my hands. 

"MMmmmmppphhhffff!!" I moaned.

"Oh shut up." He replied

I could feel my socks as my fingers rubbed against them. In fact my hands and my feet were so close i could wrap my hand around my entire foot. 

Then they picked me up again and put me down. This time i think i was in the trunk. I heard the trunk door shut. Yep, deffinately in the trunk. I thought to myself.

 I heard the engine start. I tried to get loose but it did no good, the binds were not loosening at all. I flipped over and propped myself up on my toes. It took more energy to do that so i flipped back onto my stomach. I felt my ankle see if i could find a knot, no luck. I felt my ankle sock. It was soft, it reminded me of home. The place i wanted to be right now. 



Continue?
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Re: Kidnapped Cheerleader

Postby nazjbu » Sat Nov 12, 2011 8:38 pm

Very nice! Please continue.
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Re: Kidnapped Cheerleader

Postby andrew77 » Mon Nov 14, 2011 7:14 pm

Yes def more...great story so far...its a combination of my three favorite things, cheerleaders, ankle socks, and really tight hogties. Keep it up.

Re: Kidnapped Cheerleader

Postby USpride46 » Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:27 pm

Part 2

It was a short ride. I tried to keep track of what way we were going but i lost track. My legs were starting to cramp up and it was hurting. I gave up my struggles because there was no point in wasting energy i might need later.

 My ankles burned, i lost all feeling in my hands and my lips were going numb. We took a right and i heard a garage door open. We pulled in and then it shut behind us. The car

doors opened and i heard footsteps coming my way. The trunk opened and the light flooded in. I went to rub my eyes, but i quickly remembered that they were attached to my ankles. After a second i realised it was the kid in the sweatshirt. 

He reached for something in his pocket. After what seemed like forever but was probably only one, maybe two seconds at most. He drew a oddly shaped piece of metal about four inches long. I heard a click and all of a sudden a blade appeared at the end. A switch blade? He started to come at me and i thrashed around, but this is kind of hard to do when you are hogtied in the trunk of a car.

"Shhhhh...." He whispered as he placed his pointer finger over his lips. I stopped thrashing, realizing it was not doing anything. I was tied up tight, my hands were turning white and under my ankle socks im sure my feet were to.

He pressed the blade to my cheek and i could feel my heart starting to pound, each beat a little harder than the last. He slid the blade down to my neck, but it didnt stop there. It went down my breasts, over my stomach, went past my hip and down my leg to my ankle.

"I love your white socks." He said. It was the first time he had spoken. His voice was deep, but i could feel some affection in it. He tickled my feet and i thrashed around a little, but i was quickly pinned to my side when he grabbed my ankles and pinned them to the floor of the trunk.

He took the knife and then cut the rope that held my ankles to my hands. It felt so good to be able to stretch out. My wrists and ankles were still bound but it was a start. What came next i did not see coming. He took the knife and cut the restraints that held my ankles.

Another release in pressure. It felt amazing. I let my socked feet swing back and forth as i sat on the edge of the trunk. I felt the car's supsension go down as he sat next to me.

"Hi Maya. My name is Jason." He said to me. I gave him a confused look. I dont remember ever meeting him and i deffinately dont remember telling him my name.

"It says your name on some of your papers inside your bag. We couldnt just leave it there." He said as if he read my mind.

"FUCK!!" I heard from inside the house.

"What is it Ethan?" Asked Jason. 

"I dont know man?! I feel like they know we have her! Ive seen the same car go by twice! Ill kill her now and well dump the body." He said as he walked through a door in the corner of the room. He walked right up to me, knife in hand. I started to cry. He raised his arm and swung down. 

I braced myself for death. The next second felt like an hour, but eventually it came and went. I opened my eyes, i was still in the garage, alive. I looked up and saw Ethans arm a foot infront of my face. The knife glistened in the bright lights, death was that close. Jason had grabbed his arm mid swing and stopped it.

Ethans face was growing red as he was struggling. Jasons face was also getting a little red, but he wasnt struggling as much.

"Ahhhh!" Jason yelled as he pushed Ethans arm away. He stepped infron of Jason and pushed him back into the garage door.

"There is no one following us, no one knows where we are, no one knows shes here, we, are, fine." He reassured Ethan. This was the first good look i got at Ethan. He was about a little taller than Jason. He had long black hair, was skinny and wore a sweatshirt and sweat pants. 

"Just let me kill her. It will be easier." Ethan argued as he still fought against Jason who had him pinned against the garage door. 

"You said we wouldnt hurt her. Remember? We are fine, i promise." He said calmly. After a couple more seconds of struggling Ethan stopped trying and Jason let him go.

"Alright she stays alive, but if this comes back to get us i will kill you." Ethan said as he pointed the knife at Jason who stood tall where he was. After that he left the room. Jason came over and sat down again. I put my head on his shoulder and for a second forgot i was being kidnapped and enjoyed the moment.

"Dont worry i wont let him hurt you." He said and i believed him. For the moment i felt safe. I didnt show it, but inside i was searching. Searching for a way to get out.


To be continued...
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Re: Kidnapped Cheerleader

Postby USpride46 » Tue Nov 15, 2011 6:41 pm

What do you think?
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Re: Kidnapped Cheerleader

Postby Karina82 » Tue Nov 15, 2011 7:19 pm

great story! continue plz
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Re: Kidnapped Cheerleader

Postby bookl0ver » Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:14 pm

cool story bruv go on
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Re: Kidnapped Cheerleader

Postby USpride46 » Sat Nov 19, 2011 8:57 pm

Part 3

"Get up." Said Jason as he motioned for me to stand up.

 I stood up and it felt good to move under my own power, even if it was only for a little. We walked through the garage, through the door in the corner of the room and into the house. It was a nice house. Not a lot of furniture, kind of open. The cieling was white and the walls were painted green. We walked into what i guessed was the kitchen. There was a refrigerator in the corner and it had an island in the middle of the room. It was lit by two bright bulbs over he island.

"Sit here and wait, ill be right back." He said as he pointed to the chair at the island.

 I sat down and he left the room. That was when i noticed it. Right when we came in there was a hallway to the right. I didnt notice it at the time, but there was a door at the end of the hallway. It was a big glass door and i could see street lights on the other side. What time was it? I had lost track. The door was right there. Could it be that easy i thought to myself.

I quietly got up and walked over to the door. It was locked, but i undid the deadbolt. I opened the door and right as i was about to walk out i heard someone behind me.

"What are you doing!" Yelled Jason. I quickly pushed the door open and ran out. It felt akward running with my hands tied behind my back and surely it wouldnt take to long for Jason to catch me.

I ran to the end of the driveway and took a left. I could hear his fet pounding on the tar no more than 20 feet behind me. It wouldnt be to much longer so i had to make as much noise as possible.

"Help!" I tried to yell

"Mmmpphhhh!" Is what actually came out. I completely forgot about the tape over my mouth. My hopes rose however when i saw a small dog on a leash about 50 feet infront of me. I had to get there. Jason was closing in. I pushed it and with luck, i made it.

It was friend Amy. She was my age, had blond hair, about my height, she was also on the cheerleading team. She was wearing blue Nikes, jeans and the light blue sweatshirt that all the chearleaders got.

She stopped walking in shock. She realized It was me.

"Maya? Maya? Whats going on?" She asked with a looke of concern on her face.

"Dont move." Said Jason. Amy though quickly and she pulled out some mace she had in her pocket, which she kept just for times like these. She sprayed Jason. Direct hit, right in the eyes. Then she whipped out her cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. I was looking at Jason who was leaned over with his hands on his eyes, rubbing them.

"Hello? 9-1-1? My emergency is..." She abruptly stopped. I turned around to see her laying on the ground unconcious. Standing over her was Ethan. He had a brick in his right hand.

"Get her!" He yelled at Jason who was now done writhing in pain. Jason picked up Amy and threw her over his shoulder. Ethan came up and grabbed me. He tossed me over his right shoulder. I kicked, trying to get away, but it did nothing. He hardly even flinched. 

A minute later we were back in the house. We went down some stairs into the basement. It was also nice down here, white carpet on the ground, a couple couches, a big plasma TV and a big open space in the middle. 

He then forced me on my stomach and mounted me. He grabbed my kicking ankles and crossed them into an 'x' form. He took a decent leangth of rope and looped over, under and ever other way. He took another rope and slid it inbetween my wrists and my ankles. He pulled as hard as he could.

"Mmmmppphhhh." I moaned. There was my ankle sock again. I thought to myself as i rubbed my thumb against it. A couple seconds later they brought down Amy. Her shoes had been removed to reveal white socks with pink areas around the heel and toe. 

"Mmmmmpppphhhhh!" I moaned as the put her unconscious body in the middle of the room.

Ethan grabbed her hands and held them together. He then wrapped some rope around them a couple times and knotted it off. He turned the rope and went verticle pushed it inbetween her wrists. After wrapping it around a couple times he knotted it again. He grabbed some clothes off of a table and shoved them into her mouth. He then grabbed a roll of duct tape and ripped off a couple pieces. He methodically placed them over her mouth. 

She was starting to wake. Her eye lids slowly opened. She was relaxed and then all of a sudden, i could see the change in her eyes. She started to panic. She kicked and did everything she could to throw Ethan off but it was unsuccessful.

Ethan flipped around and grabbed her kicking legs by the ankles. He held them together and for a couple seconds he lwatched her feet. Her socked feet as the clicked up and down, trying to find a way to get loose.

He then procceeded to wrap a rope around her ankles, he pulled it tightly until her struggles became useless. Yet she still kept struggling. He wrapped it around a few times and then went verticle with the rope. He knotted it off.

"Your a squirmy little one. I really have to tie you up tight." He said as he grabbed another rope. He took her feet and wrapped it around a couple times and tied a knot. He then went verticle, making her feet almost completly immobile.  

Next he grabbed yet another rope. He took a fistful of her blond hair and tied a knot around it with the rope. He pulled it to make sure it wouldnt come out. He took it and placed it inbetween the rope on her socks and the rope on her ankles. He then pulled it which forced her head back and put her in a hogtie. He took the rope and wrapped it around her pant leg over her ankles. He knotted it behind her ankles so it was out of reach. She had some excess jean up past her ankle restraints. It was all frilled about. 

"Well you not getting out of that." He said as took a moment to admire his handiwork and then proceeded to go upstairs. 

I watched her as she struggled. Her legs thrashing, her wrists swinging. She rolled over a couple times, it was to no success. When she straightened back up, she looked at me and i saw a solumn tear roll down her cheek. Id bet her thoughts were the same as mine...how do we get out?
Socks are my thing.

Re: Kidnapped Cheerleader

Postby Foryourpleasure13 » Sun Nov 27, 2011 11:21 am

I love this story. I hope there is more to come