First post....cheers

Postby bootzbound » Mon Sep 21, 2009 11:30 pm

Hi there, am new to this site, first post is a story I submitted to tied and true tales. Hope it's appropriate. Is tongue in cheek.

Hitching Bound

By Newtz

"Exactly as I told you..." The words seemed to ring in Simona's ears as the man beside her stepped to the side of the window and raised his hand to the glass. She took a breath and waited nervously.

'Tap, tap tap..' Laura stirred and tossed on her bed. '...Tap, tap, tap, tap...' The noise went on. Rising up on her bed and struggling to open her eyes, she tried to focus on the window.

"Laura, get up... it's me!" came a familiar voice.

She ambled gingerly over to the window, pulled back the curtains and Simona was looking through the glass. "It's not like I don't like surprises, Sim..." she started, rubbing her eyes.

"Laura, we've got to talk," came the reply and she sounded nervous.

Must be important, Laura thought to herself. "Okay, okay..." she said.

"Come out to the van," Simona said.

"I'll just get something on and I'll be there in a moment," said Laura and with that, she let the curtain fall and set about getting dressed.

"I'm impressed," the man whispered in Simona's ear as he clamped his hand over her mouth. "Let's go get ready for your friend," he said as he walked her through the trees to the van waiting at the side of the road. She was powerless to resist and even found keeping her balance difficult in heels with her hands tied behind her back. The van's back door was swung open and he helped her inside. The door closed quietly behind them.

Laura was no novice at sneaking out. She was going on twenty, good looking "preppie style" and liked to play up now and then. Sim and her would often go driving at night in the van Sim's brother had given her. He had been doing it up and lost interest (as boys do!) and passed it on. They had fun with the van and generally kept out of trouble apart from picking up the odd hitchhiker now and then. However, Laura hadn't expect a drive tonight as she pulled the bedroom window quietly down behind her.

"Mmmmph..mmmph..." came the voice behind Mark as he left the van's back door slightly ajar and stepped into the cover of the trees. With one hand on the rope in his pocket, he thought, I'll give them a ride to remember this time, as he watched a shadow emerge from the side of the house. The figure steadily grew closer. His adrenaline reminded him it was ready for action.

Dressed in a T-shirt, short denim overalls, ankle socks and trainers, Laura rubbed her arms to keep warm as she walked down the driveway. Could Sim have parked any further away? she thought to herself heading for the van beneath the trees. Although the back door wasn't closed properly, she looked in the cab first. Not finding anyone, she went to the back door. "Sim?" she called as she reached for the handle...

Simona's chances of making any noise were pretty slim. She could only whimper to herself because of the mouth-filling gag the man had put on her. With her legs tied out in front of her, at the knees and the ankles, there wasn't far she could go either. Hopefully Laura thought she was dreaming and went back to bed, Simona wished as she struggled. Then she heard her nickname and the creaking of the van door opening. She was partly embarrassed but mostly scared as her eyes met Laura's. For she knew what was coming.

Laura's first reaction was to smile when she saw Simona. "You're not into this stuff...?" she began but stopped herself after looking into Sim's eyes. She realized she wasn't playing and there was no way "Miss All-Thumbs" could've tied those knots. "I've got to get help!" she yelled but then heard steps behind the van door. Instinctively, she threw her weight back against the door. It ricocheted into the man who swore as he was knocked off his feet. Laura began to run.

Mark pulled himself to his feet. The wind had been knocked out of him. There was no way he could run after her and he knew it. He had to bluff. The girl had gone about half a dozen paces. "You keep running and she's dead!" he called in a menacing voice. Laura's house was far enough away that his voice would not carry. He watched her slow to a stop with her hands on her hips...just panting.

Would he or wouldn't he? Laura wrestled with her thoughts. She didn't know.

"Either get back here or say goodbye forever.." the voice came again.

Glancing back, she could see Simona helpless in the van. She couldn't gamble with her best friend's life. "Shit," she said to herself as she reluctantly turned back.

Mark silently breathed a sigh of relief as the girl paced slowly back towards the van. If she was afraid, she wasn't showing it to him. She simply walked with that 'You are nothing but a scumbag!' look in her eye, which he knew pretty well. She had spirit, though. "Quickly, inside and on your tummy," he demanded as she neared the van.

Climbing in, she looked at Sim and said "It's gonna be ok," as she laid on her stomach at her feet. Mark followed, closed the door behind him and rubbed his hands together

Simona wanted somehow to say sorry to Laura as she watched him pull the rope from his pocket but she couldn't. He folded the length of rope in half and tried pulling Laura's arms behind her. "Relax, this isn't going to hurt," he said as he crossed her wrists at her lower back.

As the rope circled Laura's wrists, Simona thought, How do you relax when you're being tied up by a stranger?

"You can't do this to me!" Laura complained rolling from side to side. But it was no good. The man cinched the knot and reached into his pocket again.

"I can see you're gonna need some quiet time," he said pulling two scarves from his jacket. Simona looked helplessly as he balled up the first, forced it into Laura's mouth and secured it with the second scarf used as a cleave gag. Her kicking feet were soon tied as tightly as her wrists.

As her captor left and closed the back of the van, Laura writhed and moaned testing her bonds. She decided this guy must have been a Boy Scout. She was going nowhere. The van was dark with the door closed. All Laura could smell was the leather of Simona's new knee-high boots. She had wanted to tell her they looked great but this really wasn't the time or place and the gag might be a problem. She kind of wished she'd worn her boots because of the rope tightly restraining her ankles. Suddenly another door closed, the engine started and the van began to move. Laura now wished she had been more of a novice at sneaking out.

Simona was glad her brother had got as far as carpeting the floor of the van as it began to wind through the streets. Both girls were knocked around as the van took the corners. Trying to follow their direction was pointless because the streetlights shone passing over their heads. Moaning to each other, Laura managed to catch hold of Simona's boot behind her back. She used it to steady herself as the van continued their journey. What is this guy all about?

As Mark drove, he nearly pinched himself several times. He kept looking back over his shoulder to prove to himself he had two gorgeous girls bound and gagged in the back. He enjoyed listening in to their gag-talk. He'd only heard it on the Net before. And how he got them too. I mean a single girl driver picking up a male hitchhiker, really. But the adrenaline of luring and catching the second from her bedroom gave him a rush. His captives didn't seem to remember him, but he remembered them and his plan was coming together.

While Simona lay in the back of the van, she worked her wrists to keep the circulation going in her hands. There was something familiar about this guy. She'd seen him before but couldn't place him. It'll come to me, she determined as the van started slowing down. The right-hand turning indicator lights clicked On... off...On... off...

Great... she thought. A conscientious driver kidnapper, she bitterly thought as they bumped over the kerbside. Where they were she had no clue.

Mark brought the van to a stop. There were two other cars in the parking lot as he had expected, but there was no one to be seen in the fading light. He jumped out of the van and went round to the back. The interior light, as he opened the door, revealed the girls basically as he'd left them although looking somewhat more frustrated with their bondage. Mark smirked. Laura looked like she'd given his handiwork a good old workout and come out second best. He pulled the door closed behind him once again. I wish he'd lose that stupid grin, Laura thought as she glared back at him. He crouched beside her pulling a blindfold from his pocket.

Folding it into a narrow band, he spoke to both of them. "You wear a blindfold and I'll untie your legs. You try to run, you'll get hurt. There are mudholes, wells and creeks all round...it's up to you." Laura let him tie with blindfold without a fuss as her ankles could use a break and it meant she wouldn't have to put up with his stupid grin.

Simona was in just the right position behind her captor to give him the boot. She could just see the headlines "Kidnapper Impaled On High Heels." She smiled behind the gag but restrained herself. She was in no position to make a run for it. With Laura's legs untied, he came her way. She prepared herself for the lights to go out.

Mark blindfolded the second girl and knelt beside her to untie her legs. "Those are great boots," he commented as he worked on her knee rope and then thought to himself, That probably didn't mean a lot coming from me... His hands lingered on her legs as he untied her ankles. "Let's get going..." he said as he helped them toward the back door, "...There are some people waiting to take you away." Mark sensed the mood change. He knew the girls were now scared.

Watching eyes looked on as the man took the bound, gagged and blindfolded girls on either side of him by their upper arms. The girls whimpered as they made sure of every step. Avoiding the straight concrete path, he led them across the grass-clumped dirt, under the low hanging willow and over a mound towards what looked like a tin two-car garage. The girl wearing boots seemed to lose her balance once or twice but he kept her from falling. They stopped in front of the building. Lifting the roller door, the three of them disappeared inside. With that over, the spectators began to move.

Although Simona's wrists were numbing, she was glad for the concrete floor that was now under her feet. They were guided by their captor across the room, around some obstacles and were sat facing the entrance on what felt like an old bench seat. The smell of stale cigarette smoke lingered in the air around them. Simona felt Laura nudge in closer on her left-hand side. "Go ahead, make yourselves comfy," the voice came. "... They're coming in now."

Laura also had been racking her brains trying to remember this guy. They had picked him up one night out - she knew it. As she thought some more about it, his voice greeted the footsteps she heard entering the room, "Here they are, all ready for you." She was immediately aware of what seemed like the flash of a camera moving in front of them. "You want to see their faces?" he asked aloud. Something clicked as he spoke this time. She remembered talking with him when they picked him up on a hitch once. His hands fumbled with her blindfold. That's him... she recalled. He knew my... (the blindfold dropped)... DAD?!?

Simona was aware of Laura's surprise before her own blindfold was taken off. She sensed Laura jump to her feet. Adjusting to the light, there stood Laura's folks, her own mom and her brother Darren buzzing around with a camera. You wait til I get my hands on you! she thought giving him the evil eye. Looking around, she recognised the local Bikers clubrooms. This was a set up all along.

Laura had much she wanted to say but had to let her eyes demand some answers.

"We warned you about sneaking out at night..." Laura's dad began.

"...and about picking up stray hitchhikers," Simona's mom chimed in.

"Do you want me to put some chains and whips in the van?" Darren added for fun. He got a slap around the ears for his effort.

"When I caught up with Mark and he told me that you'd picked him up before, I gave him permission to give you guys a fright," Laura's dad said. "And Simona's mom was happy to play along".

"And it looks like fun," she added and gave Mark a wink. Simona didn't look amused.

Laura's mom, who was quiet up to this point, suddenly spoke up, "Before you go nuts at us, we did this because we love you and want you to stay safe." With that, she directed her husband over to the girls. "You'd better..." she began and pointed to them. Each girl turned around and waited as he stepped forward.

He checked the knots on the ropes and gags and said, "Yep, these'll hold til we get them home so we'll be safe and it'll be peaceful too."

Laura stomped and grunted. No!

Darren tried to snap a few more pictures.

Mark asked, "Would you mind making some copies?"

He won't live long enough to make copies! Simona thought and gave Mark her favourite 'Scumbag!' look again. He swapped that look for another stupid grin.

"Thanks again, Mark," Laura's dad said as they led her out.

"My pleasure," he replied and he meant it. Simona's mum slipped him a business card while Darren had fun taking Simona to the car.

"See ya later, maybe hitching," Simona's mum joked.

"Bound to," he replied.