## The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:59 pm

The main character's age is between 7 and 17. They are both the same age, and that age is up to you. By the way, I put "the car" part at the end because I thought it sounded nice. This is my first story so please tell me how it is. I wanted to put a little bit of action at first.
I watched silently as the meeting adjourned. I sighed in relief. It had been incredibly boring, I swear my friend Emma had fallen asleep. But she was up and awake now walking towards me.
"I can't believe that lasted so long!" I whispered to her.
"Yeah, I know," she replied. She motioned to the door so we could slip past any last-minute announcements. We out into the dark night sky. We lived in a nearby neighborhood, only a fifteen minute walk.
Emma was my best friend. A small girl of Korean descent, she was always nice and occasionally sarcastic but she always seemed a little bit on edge, as if there were something wrong at all times. Every once in a while I would see her cast a worried glance behind her back. I got used to it over the years but each time it still bothered me.
We walked down the sidewalk into the neighborhood. There it was: the glance. She looked over her back and quickened her pace.
"Hey!" I protested. "Slow down!"
"Let's walk a little bit faster Ashley," she said. "I don't like the look of things."
"You LIVE in this neighborhood," I protested. That didn't seem to reassure her. A car flashed pass and Emma tensed up. "What, is that car bad news?"
"No," she replied, "THAT one is." She pointed behind her to a new car, about a 120 yards away, coming up. The window opened. And a weird gray gun pointed at us. Wait a second, a gun? Someone was trying to shoot us!
Before I could think I tackled Emma sideways. I split second later I heard a soft hum sound. Emma threw herself up almost immediately.
"Thanks Ash, but we gotta run!" She said urgently. She practically dragged me up and bolted, still holding my hand. Fortunately, I was just as fast as Emma so I was able to keep up with her. I heard the car burning rubber (probably literally) behind us. She approached a house at top speed, climbed up the recycling bin and vaulted up over the fence.
"You have got to be kidding me," I muttered, but I did the same. I heard car doors slam and voices yelling. What did they want? Did they want to kill us? We raced across the backyard and jumped over so rose bushes into the next. I looked behind and saw figures in dark clothing, typical criminals. My heart almost stopped when I saw them and I slowed down.
"Don't stop!" Ashley said, tugging at my arm. "We can't stop or those guys catch us. Hurry!" That jolted me back into my senses and I hurried along. I ran like I've never run before, charged by sheer adrenaline and fear. We reached a long fence that blocked our pass. What were we going to do now? They were going to catch us!
I could hear the figures coming closer. "Where now?" I asked, panicked.
Emma scanned the fence and looked at a small shed. "There. C'mon!" Together we raced to the shed. Emma jumped up and grabbed the rooftop and pulled herself up. She reached her hand down. I took it and jumped, grabbing her other arm. We jumped off the shed and into the street. We raced across, our legs moving as fast as they could carry us.
"Where do we go?" I said in between pants.
"We need to get somewhere we can hide, then wait until they stop guarding the neighborhood and maybe find a way to slip past them." She replied.
"Guard the neighborhood?!" I exclaimed. "What the heck is going on?"
"Not now, Ash," She replied. "Once we get out of the neighborhood we can-". She was stopped short as we saw more dark figures in front of us. Fear hit in a new wave like before, except more so. This seemed like the end of the line.
Emma cursed. "Other way." We turned just in time to see our previous chasers. We were trapped.
They closed in on us. I could hear the hum of tazers. One lunged at Emma but she jumped to the side and kicked him. The dark figure with the gun pointed his weapon at her. Emma's eyes flashed and she jumped back.
One of the other figures stepped forward, "Alive, don't shoot."
Gun guy pointed his weapon at me. Panic wracked my body and I froze. "Both of them?" He asked the other.
"No one is supposed to get hurt. We'll just have to bring her along." He smirked under his mask.
A figure jumped at me with his tazer and I sidestepped. Unfortunately, this guy was smarter than the one Emma encountered and grabbed my arm. He thrust the tazer into my hip.
It felt like something was hammering at me and felt my limbs tense up and freeze. After a few seconds he removed the tazer. I couldn't move my anything, and I started to feel funny, it was hard to think straight, it felt like a headache, but three times worse. My limbs refused to move, i couldn't do anything. I was stuck, trapped on the ground.
"Don't move," The gun guy said to Emma. "Come with us." They picked me up and herded Emma to the cars. I could now see that they were trucks, like the kind that you put your furniture in when you move.
They put me down on the cold flooring. "Get in." One of the figures told Ashley. She complied. One of the men took thin white rope and started looping my wrists around my back. Still stunned, I was helpless. I could feel the rope being wound again and again around my wrists until it was tightened and cinched until even if I wasn't stunned I couldn't move them. They proceeded to tie my ankles together, and then my knees. I felt them tighten and horror seemed to grip me. I was really getting kidnapped. I wouldn't be able to get free. They then tied a rope above and below my breasts making my arms completely pinned to my back. I was getting feeling back, but I knew even if I was completely normal I would still be helpless.
"Open up," Gun guy demanded. It took me a second to realize he meant my mouth. I opened it and he stuffed a dry cloth. It felt dry and I knew that my mouth would be super dry soon and that the cloth would soak it like a sponge. The man then tore off a piece of duct tape and applied it across my cheeks. I felt the sticky material on my face. I could make no more than a whimper now, and I knew no one would be able to here me. He put two more strips to secure the first one. He curled my hands into fists and duct taped them so they stayed in that position.
I could feel my entire body and move it, but it wasn't much different then before. I was still helpless.
I could only watch the uncomfortable expression on Emma's face her wrists were tied behind her back and ankles and knees bound together. The ropes went above and below her breasts like me, but the man took extra steps to further bind her. He tied another length of rope around her thighs and tied her elbows together. He produced a small string and tied her thumbs together before wrapping it in tape. Emma blushed as she saw me staring at her. The man produced another cloth and his roll of tape. Emma's eyes flashed with panic and worry before opening her mouth. The man stuffed it in and added the tape.
The figures climbed out the back and shut the door. Complete blackness.
What would happen to us now?
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by boundboy » Fri Nov 04, 2011 11:36 am

awesome start. please continue! can't wait to read more
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags
-boundboy

### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:20 am

Thanks for the reply, Boundboy and all who have read my story so far.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Sat Nov 05, 2011 8:52 am

Darkness was all I saw for more than an hour. It was like a nightmare. I would never see my parents again, my best friend was kidnapped along with me, and I would stay in solitude forever, assuming they didn't kill me. It was rather depressing to think about.
I struggled against my bonds but it was useless. By now, all senses had returned to me. But I was still like a fish out of water, unable to move an inch. The ropes bit into my skin as they rubbed against it. There was now sound except for an occasional muffled groan from me or Emma. I tried to think of escape from every possible angle. I couldn't force my way out my restriction, those who tied me were no rookies. I could barely scoot around on the floor. If I was going to escape, I would have to do it untied. The problem was, there was no way I could untie myself or Emma. My hands were duct-taped into fists securely, and I could barely move an inch. I knew that Emma couldn't help me, she was tied even tighter than I was.
Eventually I decided that escape was hopeless. Finding a needle in a haystack would be easier than getting out of my predicament. I figured that they would have to untie us eventually. I mean, we needed to eat and go to the restroom right? That would be the time to escape. I hoped that Emma had a similar idea. Once we were free we would figure out what to do next. Emma was no dummy, she was probably smarter than me. Once we escape, I bet she'd have a plan. Maybe it wasn't hopeless. We could still get home. I could still see my family.
Just as I was thinking that the truck came to a lurching stop. I bumped a little and almost hit the side of the truck. Where were we?
The back door of the truck opened and moonlight shined on us. I could see Emma fairly well now, tied up tight as she was. I looked up to see a gibbous moon. Two figures came up. They blocked the moonlight, casting shadows across us. One of them picked me up, the other Emma. As they carried us, I turned my head and looked around. We were in a forest area with a grass path. Up ahead a was a gigantic building of concrete. I looked around but there was nothing but more trees and grassy fields in every direction.
We were in the middle of nowhere.
Our captors approached the main entrance. It was guarded by two more figures, appearing unarmed. I bet they had some sort of weapon on them, or they would make pretty lousy guards.
As they carried us inside, they climbed up some stairs and onto the second, then third floor. We were carried for at least a few minutes on one floor. We passed a window, and if I wasn't gagged, I would've gasped.
Looking down below, I saw a girl of about 12 years old. She was about 4-foot, 9-inches and a redhead with hair a little pass shoulder length. The figures stopped to let us have a view of the girl's entrapment. She had her hands cuffed over her head and her bare feet cuffed together. She was gagged with a piece of cloth thrust in between her mouth and tied behind her head. A key was on the ground in front of her, which she was clawing at with her toes. There was a large timer with big numbers, counting down. She had only one minute left. Her eyes flashed with panic as she lifted the key with her toes. With tremendous strength, she lifted herself up into the air, trying to get her toes to her hands. She shook to the side, and her legs fell to the ground. Even pass the window, I could hear her muffled shriek. I looked away, wondering if I had to do the same.
We were carried for a few more minutes and then we went downstairs. They then dropped us heavily into a medium-sized room. It had five beds, a small room which was a bathroom, five wardrobes, and even a little refrigerator. There were lights, but weren't on. The only light was the moonlight that shone through the window. They dumped us onto one of the beds and closed the door. A lock didn't click like in the movies, but I knew it was locked. We were going anywhere. But it wasn't like we were going to open that door anyways.
Waited a few minutes and exchanged a few mmphs with each other. After a few more unsatisfying tugs at my ropes, the door opened. The girl that I saw earlier, the redhead, tumbled in. She had her wrists handcuffed to her back. A dark figure unlocked the cuffs, then closed the door and locked it.
The girl seemed surprised to see us. "Oh, I'll get you out of that!" She exclaimed.
She started to unwrap the tape around Emma's wrists. Emma's face twisted in pain as the tape was removed. She then untied her chest, elbows, and wrists. Emma grasped the tape that was plastered on her mouth and slowly peeled it off.
The girl then started working on me. Likewise she took the tape of wrists. It hurt extremely, the sting was unbearable. Instead of proceeding to my wrist and chest she started to peel off my gag. It felt even worse than the tape on my hands, stinging even more. Once she was done, I spit out the cloth in there. By then, Emma was already completely free.
"Wait a second," the girl said, "let me get you guys something to drink." She got two cups over in the bathroom and filled them with water. She then went to the little refrigerator and got a little ice and put it in the cups.
"Here." She handed one to Emma, who was working to untie the knots on my wrists. Emma took it and drank, parching her dry throat.
"Thanks," Emma said. She untied my upper body restraints and started helping me untie my legs and ankles.
"My name's Chloe," The girl introduced. "Welcome to worst place you will probably ever be in your life."
"My name's Ashley and this is Emma," I replied. "Where are we? What is this place? Is there any other people here? Who runs it?"
Chloe laughed. I was surprised she could in such a dismal environment. "Slow down, too many questions at once!"
"Ok," Emma replied. "Here's what I know: My dad is a pretty important guy. He runs a business and is pretty wealthy, but I don't get to see him often. Is this some sort of ransom place?"
"Your dad runs a business?" I asked. Even though Emma was my best friend she never told me this!
"Sorry, couldn't tell," She answered. "Anyhow, look where it got us. Sorry that your here. I didn't want you to be kidnapped with me."
I nodded. We would get out somehow.
"Let's see," Chloe said thoughtfully. "To answer your first question, we don't really know where we are. Nobody ever told us, and I doubt anybody ever will. The only hint of civilization is a small town about 7 miles west."
"You said 'we'," I pointed out. "Are there more of you?"
"That was question three," Chloe said. "Anyhow, this place is a organization run by this psycho named Henry Condris. He's a crazy guy that likes to see young girls tied up and restrained. He has a bunch of goons that go out and kidnap important daughters and sometimes gets random extra girls on the way. He puts us in stupid challenges which always ends up with us restrained. If we fail to do it in the time limit, or we don't behave, we end up in the bondage room overnight, which I've been in twice before. It's pretty much a room where you don't get any sleep because people are putting you into different ties throughout the night."
That explained a lot of things. Like how come Emma and I were kidnapped, what this place was, and what Chloe was doing earlier.
"Is there anyway to escape?" Emma asked.
Chloe beamed. "I like your attitude. Me and some other girls have a plan, actually. We've had a lot of plans over the last few months, but those ones all failed. When they did, pretty much everyone got in the bondage room. But this plan, is gonna work."
We had just got here and was planning for escape. Maybe our situation wasn't hopeless after all.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Mon Nov 07, 2011 5:17 pm

I woke up with someone shaking me. It was a young girl with red hair. Who was she? Then it flashed back and I remembered being kidnapped with Emma and meeting Chloe here. I groaned.
â€œStill sleepy?â€ She said. â€œCâ€™mon, I want to explain some stuff before they come.â€
Reluctantly, I sat myself up and yawned. I looked to see that Emma was already awake, listening.
â€œOkay,â€ Chloe said. â€œAs I said last night, weâ€™re going to be in constant bondage outside this room, and sometimes inside this room too. When they lead us theyâ€™ll handcuff our hands in front of us. When we eat, the cuff our feet to a leg of the table. They also space us about ten feet away from each other, as well as there is less than twenty girls eating at a time. Each girl has a different handcuff, and needs a unique key to unlock them. They arenâ€™t marked. Even if we got a key and we knew who it belonged to it wouldnâ€™t do us much good as there are only 1-5 girls in a room.â€
â€œHigh security,â€ I remarked. She nodded.
â€œThis is all to make sure that a key that we stole is useless. Once weâ€™re done with breakfast, we do a bondage activity. We get to rest for a little bit, and then itâ€™s lunch the same way as breakfast. Then another bondage activity and then tying lessons. After that itâ€™s dinner and one more bondage activity and then we get to shower. If you have to go to the restriction room, then you go after shower time.â€
â€œHow hard are the bondage activities? Whatâ€™s â€˜tying lessonsâ€™?â€ Asked Emma.
â€œActivities are fairly hard, but Iâ€™ve always been good at them,â€ Chloe replied. â€œStill, even I mess up. You guys saw what happened to me earlier. Three successful escapes take away one failure. Thatâ€™s the rule. Right now, I have one failure. After three failures, you get in the restriction room. It may seem really hard, but you get used to it. Most of us are pretty good at escaping. As for tying lessons, itâ€™s pretty much when we learn how to tie people up. Once weâ€™re good enough, they make us do activities when we tie each other up. They make sure our work is hard to escape.â€
â€œSpeaking of escape,â€ I said, â€œWhatâ€™s the plan? And how do we know that we arenâ€™t being listened on?â€
She shook her head. â€œCondris doesnâ€™t really care about anything but seeing us tied up. He has some security cameras in the halls, but not in the rooms. Me and a few other girls have tested for bugs. We figure that he thinks itâ€™s a waste of time to listen to our conversations.â€
â€œBig mistake,â€ Emma remarked.
Chloe nodded. â€œIâ€™ll tell you the rest of the details after breakfast. We arenâ€™t permitted to talk to each other outside of our rooms. Some guys are going to pick us up soon.â€
As if on cue, the door opened. Three masked figures stepped out. They each had a pair of handcuffs.
â€œHands in front of you,â€ One of them grunted. Obediently, Chloe did what she was asked. Seeing this, Emma and I did the same. I felt the cold metal around my wrists as they tightened the handcuffs. There was no way I would be able to get out of them alone.
One of them put his hands on my shoulders and steered me through the hall. The other ones did likewise with Emma and Chloe. We were spaced a few feet apart. I guessed that they probably did this purposefully, in case of us trying to escape. They thought of everything around here, so I wondered what Chloeâ€™s plan was. I hoped it was good, because I couldnâ€™t see how anything would work.
We walked into a large-ish room with about ten tables. On each one a girl sat alone eating except for a girl across from her, too far to reach even if they both stretched out their hands.
The guy pushed me into a chair and cuffed my feet around one of the legs of the chair. The food was typical breakfast: Some scrambled eggs, bacon, orange juice, and a pancake. Despite the fact that this place was a horror house, the food actually tasted pretty good. It was weird handling everything with both hands; I almost spilled my juice twice.
After everyone finished, the masked guys came back and uncuffed our feet from the tables. They then steered us into groups of four and went four different directions. I was saddened to see that Emma wasnâ€™t in my group, but at least Chloe was. I guess I could count myself lucky, I mightâ€™ve not known anybody in another group.
We walked for another few minutes until we reached a door. One of the masked guys unlocked the door and we went in. There, they unlocked our handcuffs. I studied my key, but it was no different from the others besides the teeth.
They closed the door behind them and locked it. The room was pure-white and had several clothes racks. To the left were a bunch of changing stalls. On the racks were brown t-shirts and beige pants.
â€œSo,â€ I said. â€œIâ€™m guessing weâ€™re going to have to change.â€
â€œYeah,â€ Chloe replied. â€œWe have to dress in whatever he wants us to. Sometimes itâ€™s really weird stuff. We have about ten minutes until the next room, and then the challenge.â€
Each girl introduced themselves and I did likewise. They were all interested in getting out and all of them new the plan. It just made me eager to hear it, but they all told me that Chloe would tell me. I guessed that Chloe was a leader of some sort.
After everyone was all changed, one of the girls rang a bell on the side of the other door. It unlocked, and we all walked into the door. Inside was a white room that was smaller than the previous one, but big enough for each girl to have plenty of space. Standing in there were seven of the henchmen guys. Each of them had ropes to tie us with.
One guy would tie each of us while the two left would guard both doors, even though I bet they were locked. The man (or woman, who knows?) forced my hands behind my back and tied them together expertly. Just like before, I knew that I would have a hard time getting out of them. They proceeded to tying my ankles and knees together. They tied above and below my breasts again. Finally, they stuffed a rag into my mouth and tied a bandanna in between my teeth, gagging me.
I was now helpless again, unable to move of my free will. I wondered what weird challenge they would put me through. I probably would have a hard time, as it was my first try.
The man picked me up and carried me through a door. I looked to see maze! It had plaster walls and started with six different entrances leading in a semi-circle fashion. Judging from the ceiling it was pretty long. How was I going to navigate a maze tied up?
They each laid us in a different entrance.
â€œThe last one to finish the maze loses. You begin now.â€ Immediately I began squirming forward. This was insane. How was anyone going to move through a maze like this? At least everyone else was in the same situation. I guess the odds were even.
I heard muffled groans around me as some moved around and others tried to escape from their bonds. I supposed that they never said you couldnâ€™t free yourself. I tugged at my own and felt that they were still tight as ever. I would waste precious time trying to free myself. I might be able to get out of it by I doubted it. Maybe if I had more experience with it I might try, but I decided that I would have to travel through this maze bound (literally).
I scooted over to a wall and tried to prop myself up. This way, I would be on two feet and much faster. I put my shoulder against the wall and pushed upward. It was harder than I thought and took four tries, but I got it.
Now I was on my feet again. I may still be slow, but not as slow as on the ground. I hopped forward, hesitantly. If I fell down, I would be back at square one. I kept hopping taking right turns and lefts once in a while. I figured that as long as I kept going forward I would get closer to the end. Then, when I hit the back wall, I would just maneuver myself to the center of the wall, where the exit was. I stuck close to a wall, so that if I fell, I wouldnâ€™t need to roll over to get to it.
It was so hard hopping around! I felt stupid, like some kind of rabbit. It was an entire challenge to stay on balance. All the while I tugged at my bonds. They were still tight. I wondered how long it took for those goons to get good at tying people up.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps to my left. But they werenâ€™t slow and together. They were running! Somebody was out of their restraints and capable of moving! I quickly thought over my options. I could try to get out, but it would still waste time. By now, most of the girls would be at least the same distance or farther then me. I decided that I would have to pick up the pace, but still tied.
I hopped madly forward. It made me felt stupid, but I didnâ€™t want to lose. The maze seemed endless. Right. Left. Left. Middle. Left. Right. It didnâ€™t seem to matter where I went. I was starting to get tired. I was sweating. I was going so fast that twice I fell over and wasted time getting up.
Then finally there was the wall. I had reached the back. Immediately, I turned left, as I was at the right side of the room. I hit a wall and hopped right, then left. Dead end! I turned back. I hopped left and saw another turn. I turned and saw the end.
All the other girls were there. I had got here last. I lost.
I collapsed in exhaustion. All the hopping had tired me out. I didnâ€™t feel like I could move a muscle.
The other girls rushed to my aid. They started untying me, picking off the knots. Chloe ripped off my gag. I pushed the rag out a little with my tongue, but Chloe grabbed the rest and tugged it out. I could feel my bonds loosening as the girls untied me.
â€œAshley!â€ Chloe exclaimed. â€œDidnâ€™t you try to untie yourself? You went across the entire maze tied?â€
â€œYeah,â€ I replied. â€œIt seemed like a waste of time. Besides, Iâ€™m not good at untying myself like you guys are. Yet.â€
Chloe smiled. â€œWell, youâ€™ll have plenty of practice. Câ€™mon.â€ She reached out her hand and helped me up. One of the girls rang another bell and the door unlocked. Inside was another changing room, filled with our old clothes.
â€œTheyâ€™ve been washed,â€ Chloe explained. I shrugged and changed into my old clothes in one of the stalls. When everyone was finished, the masked figures escorted us to our rooms.
When we got there Emma was waiting for us. I noticed rope marks on her wrists and wondered what sheâ€™d been through.
Chloe sat down. â€œOkay. Hereâ€™s the escape plan.â€
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Tue Nov 08, 2011 10:07 pm

â€œOk,â€ said Chloe. â€œThe time when there is the least guards, the time when this entire place is most vulnerable, is at night.â€
â€œWow, lot of good itâ€™ll do us,â€ I replied. â€œWeâ€™re all locked in our rooms.â€
She nodded. â€œExactly. There is only a decrease in guards after all girls are back in their rooms. Except those in the restriction room.â€
â€œYou want us to escape then?â€ Emma realized. â€œBut I thought that we get in tight bondage over there.â€
â€œWell, yes,â€ Chloe admitted. â€œBut Iâ€™ve got this.â€ She held up a knife. It had a sharpened edge, not anything like the ones at breakfast.
â€œWhere did you get that!â€ I exclaimed.
â€œOne of my other friends, Casey, had it on arrival.â€ She explained. â€œKnowing that it would be taken away immediately, she hid it in one of the dressing stalls. Later, she told me and I picked it up.â€
â€œOk,â€ I said. â€œWhat else? This doesnâ€™t seem complete if you ask me.â€
â€œItâ€™s not,â€ She agreed. â€œYou see, only two forms of bondage in the restriction room actually use rope. Itâ€™s mostly tape and chains. Anyhow, the two rope ones are the air hogtie, and the strict hogtie.â€
â€œWhatâ€™s a hogtie?â€ I asked.
â€œBasically imagine your hands and legs tied, then a piece of rope connects your hand ropes to your leg ropes causing your legs to stick up in the air and unable you to hop around like in the maze.â€ Chloe explained.
â€œAnyhow, in the hogtie they put you through in there, there is almost no movement,â€ Chloe went on. â€œThe air hogtie wonâ€™t work, you almost canâ€™t move there. It will be extremely hard to do this, and a gigantic risk. If we get caught, weâ€™ll be in the restriction room for weeks.â€
â€œWe?â€ Emma asked.
â€œYeah,â€ Chloe said. â€œIâ€™m asking you to join me. If I am unsuccessful and lose the knife, itâ€™s up to you guys to complete the mission. Once you or I are free, we take down the guy in there. Thereâ€™s only one. So, will you help me?â€
â€œSure,â€ Emma replied.
â€œNot like we have any more options,â€ I admitted. â€œLetâ€™s do this.â€
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by tiedquest » Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:22 pm

This is a fascinating story. Please continue. I can't imagine the main character as young as 7 though; I think 14 or 15 seems about right.

### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:33 pm

yeah, I should probably change that. The age limits are now 11-17.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by Karina82 » Mon Nov 14, 2011 1:17 pm

great story. continue please!
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Tue Nov 15, 2011 9:25 pm

â€œNow,â€ Chloe said. â€œI hope you understand, that in order for this to happen, we each got to have three failures. Me and Ashley have one, so thatâ€™ll be a little easier for us. Emma, you still have to get three. I donâ€™t plan on doing this tonight, so each of us only needs to mess up once. You can do it twice if you want to Emma. Of course, we could all get one wrong by mistake anyways.â€
â€œWait,â€ I said. â€œBack up. You want us to deliberately fail?â€
â€œYes,â€ She replied.
â€œSorry, just making that clear.â€
Just as she was about to say something, the door opened. It was the masked guys ready for lunch. We hushed down. As usual they ordered us to be cuffed and led us to the dining room (eating room? Cafeteria?). Like before, they cuffed me to one of the legs of the table.
As I ate my soup, I thought about Chloeâ€™s plan. It sounded like a good idea. But so much relied on us untying ourselves. If that didnâ€™t go well, we could all get caught, and our chance of escape gone. It was risky, but I didnâ€™t have any better suggestions. I wondered what would happen after we were free. I mean, it would still be guarded, right? It seemed a pretty slim chance that we would be able to get out without a guard seeing us.
I was so caught up in thinking that I almost forgot about my soup. I quickly drank it up as everyone else was almost finished. After we were done, they led us into pairs. I wasnâ€™t matched with anyone I knew. It was a girl of about 13 or 14, with dirty blonde hair at shoulder level. She smiled at me but kept quiet.
The masked guys led me and my partner and another pair across a hallway. We went down one flight of stairs and into a room. It was one of those changing rooms. Inside were white tank tops and black shorts. We were uncuffed and soon alone.
â€œHi!â€ My partner greeted me. â€œIâ€™m Casey.â€
I looked at her surprised. â€œCasey? Youâ€™re the one that-â€
She put a finger to her lips. â€œShh! We canâ€™t talk about it now. Itâ€™s not safe.â€ She whispered.
I nodded. â€œLetâ€™s get changed.â€ I grabbed a set of the clothes and went into the stalls. I hurriedly changed. I was surprised to find that I was actually excited about what was to happen next.
I came out and waited for the other girls to finish changing. When they were, Casey ringed the bell. Some new masked figures led us through a short hallway where there were five doors. One guy led me and Casey to the farthest right door. The other pair went into the one next to it.
Inside was a white room (typical). Inside were two sets of various chains, handcuffs, padlocks, and what looked to be two rubber balls with two buckles protruding from the side. There was a pole in the ground attached to a chain. But the most intriguing part of the room was the pyramid-like structure in the middle. It was compromised of four steps in a square pattern that rose all the way up to the top making a pyramid.
â€œOk, here are the rules,â€ One of the masked guys said. â€œOne of you must chain the other, tightly, and they have to get the various keys across the room, while chained. The chained person has unlock herself by herself. Once she is done, sheâ€™ll chain the other girl and sheâ€™ll do the same, all in a time limit. Plus, you must handcuff each other behind their back.â€
I nodded. It sounded pretty straightforward. Although, I wondered how fast I could do this with my hands and feet chained up.
â€œIâ€™ll bind you first so you can see how I do it,â€ Suggested Casey.
â€œGot it,â€ I replied.
â€œBegin!â€
Casey hurried and grabbed the pair of handcuffs. Obediently, I put my wrists together behind my back as she tightened it. I felt the cold metal clamp around them. Soon afterward, another pair of handcuffs went around my ankles. Next with a murmured â€œsorryâ€ she put a collar around my neck. It was connected to a chain which was connected to the nearby pole in the ground. Lastly, I opened my mouth as she pushed the ball in and strapped it securely to the back of my head and added a padlock. It was really tight, so tight that it pressed my hair to the back of my head.
Since I was on my knees, it wasnâ€™t hard to stand up and hop up the low steps of the pyramid. I already had a key in mind, it was stationed at the fourth highest step. As I approached it, only two steps away, I felt my chain lose slack and stop me.
It was so sudden that I fell down and rolled almost all the way to the bottom before stopping. I gagged (â€¦â€¦â€¦. â€œgaggedâ€ eh?) on the ballgag or whatever. I realized that that key was just a trap to waste time. I fell for it.
Quickly, I got back up and started hopping to my left. I saw another key near the middle portion. I looked back to make sure that I had enough chain and hopped to it. I grabbed it and knelt on the ground. Arching my head back as far as it would go I inserted into my leg cuffs. Click. What luck! I had gotten the right one on my first try, and the leg ones none the less!
I took the cuffs off my ankles and ran across to the other side. As before, I knelt down and looked back. Turning the key, I prodded it around until I stuck it into the handcuff lock. No dice.
Since I couldnâ€™t unlock my gag, I ran over to the pole with the chain attached to my collar. I inserted it into the pole lock and it clicked. Two down, two to go. I ran across to the other side of the pyramid. It felt strange running with my hands behind my back and a weird ball in my mouth.
I quickly found a key, and after much fumbling, inserted it into the handcuff lock. Locked. I realized that this must be the gag key, and ran around the pyramid. I found one near the bottom corner and once again jabbed at the keyhole. Panic made me nervous. How much time did I have left?
Finally, I inserted the key and turned. It worked!
All that was left was my gag. It was easy to unlock the key on the back of my head. As fast as I could I raced to the starting point. I could hear the clinking of the long chain that my neck collar dragged behind me.
â€œDone!â€ I announced.
â€œAshley?â€ Casey said. â€œYouâ€™re not done.â€
â€œWhat?â€ I exclaimed. â€œI unlocked all the keys.â€
â€œNo,â€ she replied. â€œYou forgot one.â€ She pointed at my neck.
I reached down and felt my collar. There was another padlock! It was all a trick! The collar had two locks and two keys, a double whammy!
â€œOne minute,â€ I heard one of the masked guys announce.
As quickly as I could I made a full lap around the pyramid. Where could it be? It wasnâ€™t on any of the steps!
Then it hit me. It had to be at the top.
Of course! All the biggest things were at the top. It only made sense. Besides, it was the only place I hadnâ€™t checked. I dashed up the steps, three at a time and saw the final key. I inserted it into the keyhole and turned, finally free of the last of them. I zoomed down, reaching the end with only ten seconds to spare.
I sat down, exhausted.
â€œGood job, that was close,â€ Casey complimented.
I barely nodded and helped her get chained. We used new chains and a new ballgag. More than once I fumbled.
I sat back and watched Casey complete the course, but much faster.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Tue Nov 15, 2011 9:27 pm

Sorry it took so long, like a week. I've been a little busy.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by Karina82 » Thu Nov 17, 2011 2:33 pm

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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Sat Nov 19, 2011 3:50 pm

â€œAnd move it!â€ Ms. Din yelled as she whacked some girls with a yardstick. I winced as I saw girls covering their faces in a feeble attempt to defend themselves.
Ms. Din was a nasty woman who supervised tying lessons and did restriction room. She always carried a yardstick and seemed to always feel necessary to give someone a solid whack. I had already gotten a hit for sneezing.
I stayed on task as Chloe guided me through tying up Emma. It made me feel awkward and embarrassed to tie another person up, but this was tying lessons. It
didnâ€™t really seem to mind Emma that much, as she was studying how she herself was being bound.
â€œThis is a cinch noose,â€ Chloe explained, guiding me through the knot. â€œIt can tighten a wrist coil, which we explained earlier, to trapping the hands. Itâ€™s essential. Now, you always want to cinch ropes when tying someone up effectively, or it will be easier for them to escape.â€
I nodded, trying to stay on task. This was surprisingly peaceful, I enjoyed this actually. I shook my head. I was supposed to be trying to get out of here. I couldnâ€™t stay in. I had a life back home. I couldnâ€™t, no wouldnâ€™t, stay here. I finished tying up Emma, binding her knees and ankles. I roped her wrists then tied above and below her breasts.
â€œOk, thatâ€™s pretty good,â€ Chloe commented. â€œNow, in order to restrict movement even further, you make a hogtie. You do it by connecting the wrist bindings with the leg bindings with a short piece of rope. This way, you canâ€™t stand up or anything.â€
I put Emma into a hogtie. I could see that it would be very effective on someone. Though in my opinion, Emma probably wouldnâ€™t be able to go anywhere with or without being in a hogtie.
â€œNow gags,â€ Chloe said. â€œGagging people is actually really ineffective, unless you have a rag or cloth or something to put in ahead of time.â€ She got out rag.
â€œSorry Emma, but can you open your mouth?â€
Emma nodded and opened. Chloe pushed it into and Emma closed her mouth.
â€œIn order for it to stay in, you have to put something to hold it, obviously,â€ Chloe went on. â€œThere are ballgags, cleave gags, tape gags, and a bunch more. But we mostly use those three. Ballgags are for bondage use only, and arenâ€™t really used in real kidnapping. Cleave gags work, but they have to be on really tight if theyâ€™re going to be forced on. Tape gags really work well, but you have to use multiple strips and they hurt a lot when taken off.â€
She proceeded to cleave gag Emma.
â€œMmm. Mmph mmm.â€ Emma mumbled. I wondered how much sound she could really make if she tried hard enough.
Chloe started to tie me. I felt the now-familiar feeling of my movements restricted, as one by one my limbs were being forced together. I didnâ€™t really mind right now, because I knew what was happening. Before I knew it, my legs and arms were bound and Chloe was working on my chest bindings. I remembered to study carefully on how she did things. After she was done with the hogtie, I was trussed up with no more movement then Emma. Chloe put a rag in my mouth and ripped off two pieces of tape and smoothed them over my cheeks. It actually felt kind of nice, but I knew that it would hurt when took off.
â€œIâ€™m going to help some other girls, so sit tight okay?â€ Chloe said. Then she walked over to a girl of about nine who was having trouble with some knot.
I wriggled around, testing the bonds. Chloe really was a pro, I felt no give on them. I wondered how much she did it, seeing how sheâ€™s been here for months. I wondered how it must be for her and all the other girls, doing this every day.
I tried to work some words past the rag and tape, but it only came out as a bunch of incomprehensible mms and mmphs.
Ms. Din walked by. She was very thin, and had a sour face with her black hair tied in a bun. She was also really tall, like over six feet. I almost couldnâ€™t believe someone could find joy in hitting people with a yardstick, but she seemed to manage.
â€œWho tied you?â€ She demanded. I tried motioning with my head to Chloe, who was still helping the girl with the knots. Though it was just in her general direction. I hoped she got the message.
â€œHmph,â€ She snorted. â€œNo way it could be Naomi. She has failed at all of our lessons. Was it Chloe?â€
I intended to say yes, but it came out as â€œmmâ€.
I felt a hard whap on my side. â€œYou nod or shake!â€ Ms. Din said. â€œHow in the world to I know what â€˜mmâ€™ means? You disappoint me and everyone here!â€
Gosh, what a sourpuss. Like I was trying to make her proud anyways. In hindsight, that probably wasnâ€™t very smart, but it was over now. I quickly nodded my head.
â€œGood,â€ Ms. Din said. â€œI expect more from you. Your Ashley right? I swear, if you donâ€™t learn proper manners I will personallyâ€¦â€
I kind of zoned out right there.
After about a full five minutes of ranting she said â€œAre you listening? You arenâ€™t!â€ WHAP!
Chloe ran over. â€œMs. Din? What did Ashley do?â€
â€œShe wasnâ€™t listening to me!â€ Ms. Din said, outraged. â€œSheâ€™s an insolent little brat, deserving everything I give her and a thousand more.â€
â€œBut how can she talk to you? She was gagged,â€ Chloe pointed out.
â€œDONâ€™T QUESTION ME!â€ She swung her yardstick but Chloe ducked.
â€œWhoa, calm down,â€ Chloe said. â€œWeâ€™re all friends here. You can give her a mistake to the restriction room.â€
â€œHa! That sounds like a good idea,â€ Ms. Din said. â€œI think I will just do that.â€ She started walking away. â€œThank you Chloe, but donâ€™t let her out of that!â€
Wow, she was an idiot. But I guess there was no way of knowing that I wanted to be in there. Still, Chloe was a decent liar and I admired that. Now I only needed one more mistake.
Chloe peeled off my gag painfully. It stung, but not unbearably. Once she was done she grinned.
â€œHowâ€™d you like that?â€ She asked.
â€œI didnâ€™t like it,â€ I admitted. â€œBut I guess it works.â€
â€œYeah, now letâ€™s get you out of this. We've got a lot of work ahead of us.â€
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Sat Nov 26, 2011 8:51 pm

-Now, I know you guys must be thinking, "It took him long enough. Finally." Well, I just have to say, I procrastinated, and procrastination is awesome. But I hope these next few posts will make up for my procrastination.-
I woke up feeling sore from yesterdayâ€™s bondage activities. After dinner we had one that mainly consisted of going through an obstacle course. I had three chances today, and I only needed to mess up on one. Didnâ€™t seem too hard.
After a short â€œgood morningâ€ to Emma and Chloe I got ready for breakfast. Washing my face, going to the restroom, etc.
Soon some guys came and took us to breakfast. It almost felt normal to be handcuffed. Almost familiar. That made me felt a little weird. I guess Iâ€™d be feeling that a lot soon. Or maybe not, seeing how we were supposed to launch our plan tonight. I guess I should be thankful, most girls here have stayed weeks and months. Maybe even years.
I shook my head and focused more on my eggs and less on getting out of here. Right now, I would just think about how to mess up in this next activity. Didnâ€™t seem that hard actually, not following instructions. I had plenty of experience with that.
When everyone one was finished, they didnâ€™t separate us. They kept us in one big group.
â€œToday, you will be playing capture the flag!â€ One of the men announced.
Chloe grinned. â€œThis is actually going to be fun.â€
Emma cocked her head. â€œHow does this, in any way, relate to tying people up?â€
Chloe kept smiling. â€œYouâ€™ll see.â€
Everyone was herded into one of the hallways. They then took us into a large room, where it seemed like all the girls were in. There were something like fifty girls in the room. They divided us into two groups, teams I guess. Me and Emma were on the same team, but Chloe was on the other. We were then led into an enormous changing room, but it didnâ€™t have stalls. It kind of made me feel uncomfortable, but I just hurried and changed. Our team was seemingly the blue team, with a blue t-shirt and dark blue sweatpants with semi-large pockets. The other team was dressed likewise, except with red.
Eventually, we were taken outside. It was nice seeing some sunlight and fresh air, but it was a little bright. I shielded my eyes for a moment and reminded myself that I would get out of here soon. We were in the field area with some bushes. Far off was a fifteen foot high fence that warded off our escape route. It was a rectangular space, with a white line through the middle.
On the end of one side was a table painted blue. It had tons of chains, padlocks, handcuffs, and ballgags. There were lots of blue hoops around the field leading up to the white line. Inside each hoop had some sort of bondage equipment. The closer the hoop was to the table, the better the equipment. Like near the line, was some rope, about the same distance between the line and the table was a roll of duct tape, and near the table were handcuffs. However, there were brown tables on each side too. Those held handcuffs, rope, chains, scarfs, and duct tape. Pretty much all kinds. I wondered what those meant.
It was the same on the red side, except all the hoops and the table were red. I was starting to get an idea of what we were going to do.
â€œListen up because Iâ€™m only going to say it once!â€ I heard Ms. Din yell with a megaphone. â€œThe rules are, you must some restriction material from the other side without being subdued by your enemy team. The first team to get all the items from the opposite colored table wins! Each team can use the items from their brown tables, but only on their side. You cannot use your colored tables. You CANNOT completely guard hoops or the tables. Each girl you capture replenishes one of your hoops. You got that? Good! We will begin in five minutes!â€
Chloe walked up to us. â€œWhat she means is, if I cross to the other side, I can take items from those blue hoops or the blue table. If I get something and return to my side without being tackled and tied up from one of your blue teammates, I or my team can use the bondage item I stole. Each team gets to use the stuff on the brown tables, but nothing from the colored tables or the hoops. Those are for the other teams to steal. You canâ€™t tie someone up one the enemy side, or bring your own bondage items on the enemy side. If you get captured, you can escape somehow and even steal enemy items on your escape. Thatâ€™s the only way you can take already stolen or brown table items. If you capture a girl, one of your empty hoops is filled. If all are filled, an item is added to the table.â€
â€œWow, complicated,â€ I said. â€œNot much like real capture the flag.â€
â€œMore like capture the chains,â€ Chloe agreed. â€œBut all together the same idea. Good luck.â€
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Sat Nov 26, 2011 8:53 pm

She walked back to her team and gave a high-five to some of them. I guess she knew a lot of them.
I started introducing myself and met a few girls. I had Emma on my team. That was pretty much all I knew. I learned that a skinny short-ish girl of Hawaiian descent was named Amber. She claimed to be fast. I didnâ€™t doubt her. Another girl by the name of Christy was a blonde girl of 16, and pretty tall. A girl from Kenya named Cora and a Chinese girl named Suki also seemed more athletic than normal. Those seemed to be our more prominent teammates.
On the blue team I recognized Chloe, Casey, and the little girl that had trouble with knots last night, Naomi. Other noticeable players was a tall girl of maybe 13 with her blonde hair in a braid, a brunette that was speeding around like a rocket, and girl from Ukraine that I met during the maze challenge named Haley.
Each team got on their respective sides. Despite the fact that people were going to get tied up, I was excited. This actually sounded pretty fun. Besides, in capture the flag I liked to play defense and I knew Emma did too.
As soon as I heard Ms. Din tweet the whistle each side ran for the equipment on the brown table. I hurried too and grabbed some rope, two bandannas, and handcuffs and put the bandannas and handcuffs in my pockets. I held the rope. About ten girls refrained from getting materials. I guessed that they would be offense.
The offensive girls started lining in front of their end of the line. Each side was trying to find openings. Emma and I stayed around the middle of our side waiting for some girl to break through.
Soon, one girl, Cora, dashed out by the side. Immediately, about seven girls raced at her. Just as they left, three other girls zoomed in where the enemy reds left. Cora had made a diversion! It was just so the other three could get in. The four blue girls raced around with red girls on their tails. One picked up a coil of rope from a hoop, another went farther in to snatch a roll of duct tape. Cora was racing safely into our territory. But the last girl was getting cornered. She had gone much too far. Eventually, she was surrounded and allowed herself to be bound. Still, I think it was worth it.
When everyone was just getting relaxed, Chloe sprang through a gap of our defenses. She was surprisingly agile, swerving away from three of our teammates. She swooped in and grabbed a rag from one hoop, and some rope from another. I ran out to intercept her. As I got close, I tried to grab her arm or something but she dodged. As I raced after her she retreated behind the white line.
It went off and on like this. Either one of our sides would have someone break through and that girl would be captured or would retreat behind her own line.
Mainly on our side Suki, Amber, and Cora acted as our best offense with some others. They would always come back with some items but often at the cost of one or more of ours captured. Emma and Christy were doing well with defense. I however, hadnâ€™t caught a single girl.
On the red side, Chloe was an expert offense. She would often snag two items going through alone. When she led a team of three or more they would come back with at least four items. Surprisingly, little Naomi was very good in defense, as she foiled many attempts to get to the table.
After about thirty minutes and still no captures for me, I was starting to feel like I weighed the team down. This time, I would have to get someone.
I scanned the line. A minute later, some red team girls were racing towards some of the hoops. I instantly spotted Haley. She was running toward some cling wrap. I wondered what she could use it for. I made a mental note of seeing what people used it for bondage afterwards. I ran towards her just as she snatched the wrap. I tried to grab her but she was too quick and nimble, practically dancing away. As soon as it became apparent I wasnâ€™t going to catch her, I switched targets.
There! The fast brunette girl! I she was considerably far from the line, with three girls far behind chasing her. I could cut off her path. I raced forward, hoping to intercept. She was so concentrated that she didnâ€™t know what hit her when I rammed into her side.
I quickly jumped on the back of her legs and grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. That was just enough time for my out-of-breath teammates to catch up.
â€œEnd of the line Erica,â€ One of them said.
Erica smiled back. â€œIt was a good try.â€
My teammates helped tie her up good. I worked on her ankles while a more experienced girl tied her wrists. Soon, she was trussed up and going nowhere. Someone stuffed a rag into her mouth and a girl let me put three pieces of duct tape on her mouth, effectively sealing her tight.
As I was carrying Erica to the back of the fence, I examined our blue table. It contained two handcuffs, two ballgags, and a padlock. Five items. It started out with ten. Half our stuff was gone. I wondered how much stuff was on the red table.
As I set Erica down I counted the amount of girls we had caught. Including Erica, that was eight girls. I counted the amount of girls we had, not including Cora who was just caught as I was counting. We had only sixteen girls left, including myself, Emma, Amber, and Suki. Recently, Christy had risked offense and was captured.
I could understand Christyâ€™s actions. We were losing more girls than our opponents. But I believed that we had more successful raids on the red table. So we needed to end this fast before we ran out of girls.
But did that mean I should go on offense? Maybe if Emma wanted to.
I went up to Emma. â€œThink we should try our luck and get to one of the hoops or the table?â€
â€œMaybe,â€ She replied, â€œbut it seems hard. We might get caught.â€
â€œEveryone who goes across might get caught.â€ I was starting to think this was a good idea. It might be now or never.
â€œTrue. But Iâ€™m saying that Amber or Suki would probably have a better chance of making it back.â€ Emma argued. Almost coincidentally, I saw Suki getting chained on the other side. She was caught.
â€œWeâ€™re losing people,â€ I pointed out. â€œThe time to act is now.â€
She sighed. â€œI suppose. Letâ€™s do this. I donâ€™t really want to spend the rest of this game tied up.â€
I nodded. We put away our bondage items and got ready to race across.
â€œHereâ€™s the plan,â€ I whispered to Emma. â€œI make the diversion, and you get one of the items from the table. Got it?â€
â€œGot it.â€
I dug my shoes into the ground. I sprinted pass the white line through a small gap. Instantly two girls were chasing me. I was running in no particular direction, just away from the girls almost directly behind me. I spotted some pink duct tape. I could use that. I saw Chloe coming at me. She probably wanted to protect the tape or maybe she just wanted me captured. I slowed a little bit and feinted to one side. She fell for it. As soon as she shifted I ran the opposite way scooping up the tape. I looked to see Emma with some cling wrap from the hoops and two handcuffs from the blue table.
By now five girls were on me and three on Emma. I wasnâ€™t going to make it, but Emma was. She was leaving her pursuers far behind while Chloe and two others were slowly coming closer.
Just as I thought I was about to be caught, Emma yelled â€œHEY, LOOK WHAT I GOT!â€ Perfect! It caused my opponents to falter and some of them to look toward her. It gave me just enough time to dash across the white line.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Sun Nov 27, 2011 12:07 pm

We made it! Both of us! My diversion was successful and I was even able to snag some duct tape. Emma was able to grab two handcuffs from the red table and get some cling wrap for who-knows-what.
But it was short-lived for we lost for all three girls we lost in the next attempt. Now we had only twelve girls left, with the red team still having eighteen.
Amber soon spread a message. We would play a defensive game until the number of girls on the red team decreased. Then, we would have a team consisted of five girls including me, Amber, and Emma.
It sounded like a good idea. Most all of the ropes and duct tape had been taken from both sides, leaving only the back hoops. We already had plenty of supplies to tie up our opponents.
We waited for our plan to work. It did. Soon we had captured two more girls. Their attempts were starting to be foiled. They couldnâ€™t get past us. Soon we captured another girls and the red team retreated and started to whisper to each other. No doubt forming a plan.
I saw Naomi running back to the prisoners. Guarding or something. But then I saw three girls getting red to run across. And they ran across, hugging the right side. Five of us moved to intercept. I saw another group of three going to the left side. Another five of us moved to intercept. Then, six girls ran straight through the middle.
It was an all-out effort to end the game! Me, Emma, and the last girl couldnâ€™t stop them by ourselves! Thankfully, a girl from each side of the flank team went back and joined us.
We ran at each other, I tried to grab one but she dodged. The next one, however, I was able to push and she lost her balance. Immediately, I jumped her, pinning her arms to the ground. I realized that this girl was Haley. I watched as the enemy flank teams held our flank teams off. Our middle team was unable to stop any of the others, which in a way made me feel good about getting one. Quickly, they stole all our items from the blue table!
I couldnâ€™t let them get back. But I couldnâ€™t let Haley go! Chloe jumped past Emma and dodged Amber, racing towards me, but not noticing me. So she didnâ€™t realize that I was near her until I stuck out my foot and tripped her. Classic!
Chloe hit the ground and tried to get up but Amber held her down.
Unfortunately, since Chloe only had two of our blue table items that was all we had left. We lost four blue table items and only got two girls in return. This was not good.
I held Haley down as Amber started to wrap Chloe up with the pink duct tape. Her ankles, thighs, and knees were soon encased in sticky duct tape.
â€œNot bad, Ashley,â€ Chloe said. â€œBut Iâ€™ll get you next time.â€
I managed a grin. â€œIf there is a next time.â€
â€œWeâ€™ll see.â€ Amber started to wrap her wrists behind her back and duct tape above and below her breasts. I handed her one of my bandannas and she stuffed it into Chloeâ€™s mouth before wrapping duct tape around her head about five times, careful not to get it in her hair. As a final touch as payback to how she stole so many items, we were able to put her into a hogtie with a pair of handcuffs.
As Emma carried Chloe to the back fence, we went to work on Haley.
â€œWhat do we use cling wrap for?â€ I asked, suddenly reminded.
â€œIâ€™ll show you,â€ Amber replied as she cuffed Haleyâ€™s wrists behind her back.
â€œOh great,â€ Haley muttered.
Together, me and Amber proceeded to wrap Haley up from shoulders to ankles in cling wrap. It made her completely unable to move, immobilized. I guess it did work pretty well.
â€œMakes me feel like a mummy,â€ Haley said.
â€œYou need a gag,â€ Amber replied. So I gave Amber my other bandanna and we pushed it in her mouth and secured it with another bandanna, cleave gagging her.
As soon as we were finished with her, Amber talked to me.
â€œWe need to turn this game around. Time for stage 2.â€
I nodded. Me, her, Emma, and two others would go for the table now. Emma and another girl would act as diversions. Then the other-other girl would grab as much stuff as she could from the table. Finally, we would follow shortly after grabbing what was left. A good plan.
It happened immediately as Amber launched the signal, a high-pitched whistle.
Emma raced forward leading as many as she could to the side. Immediately, one of the other girls did likewise in the opposite direction. A few seconds later the other-other girl raced forward, swerving away from girls left and right. I counted four seconds and nodded to Amber. She nodded back. It was time to go.
Together we ran forward, dodging any girl trying to catch us. I could see that Emma and the other girl was successfully distracting most of them. The girl in front of us had already snatched three items, leaving only two left.
Suddenly a girl tackled Amber, also pushing me off balance, but I didnâ€™t fall. As soon as I steadied myself, I kept going. I reached the table. By now, the girl that was in front of us was long gone, probably almost to our side now.
Just as I was about to grab both items and high-tail it out of there, a captured girl with duct tape over her mouth rose and revealed that her hands wasnâ€™t tied. At first I felt confused until she tackled my legs and I fell like a falling flagpole.
I looked and saw who it was. It was Naomi! She mustâ€™ve switched shirts with one of our captured players to trick us and act as their ace, their fail-safe. And it worked.
The girl that tackled Amber tossed Naomi some rope and said â€œYou work on her. I got this one.â€ I could hear the girl securing handcuffs on Amber.
I let myself be tied up. No really point in resisting. It seemed like it was over. I doubted my team could last really long.
I didnâ€™t really pay attention to my bonds as I was laid against the fence. I was out of the game. Only until I heard Amber grunting through her gag did I really focus on getting out. I was tied with rope, above and below my breasts, with ankles and knees tied. Naomi had ballgagged me, with a rag inside. I tested my bonds. They werenâ€™t really that tight. I briefly remembered how Naomi hadn't been real good during the bondage lessons. What luck! But not loose enough for me to untie myself without some time. I started working on them as I watched us slowly losing. Two girls were caught and another of our blue table items was stolen.
Finally, I was able to loosen the final knot. I pulled myself free, not bothering to take off my gag. I got up and grabbed both items, a ballgag and handcuffs.
I was halfway to the white line until someone spotted me. She yelled and they practically formed a wall preventing me from getting across. Iâ€™m doomed, I thought. How was I going to get past them?
Then I thought of something. â€œMMPH!â€ I yelled, yet muffled. Gosh, what an idiot. I was still gagged. My enemy red team looked at me confused. I backed up and grabbed the buckle around my head. The red team charged at me. I scrambled back and tried to unbuckle the ballgag. After several yards I was successful. They were almost on me.
I ran away and angled slightly towards the middle line, spitting out the rag in my mouth as I ran. I got into a good position, close enough to the line.
â€œCATCH!â€ I yelled and threw the ballgag and handcuffs.
Emma was right there, crossing the white line to catch them, then scurrying back. I smiled.
The red team let me come back to my side and my blue comrades cheered.
We had won.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Sun Nov 27, 2011 4:07 pm

We are reaching the climax soon. Just you wait.
â€œOw, thatâ€™s tight!â€ I complained as Emma tightened the ropes on my wrists. It was the bondage lessons thing, and I didnâ€™t really get why it was called â€œlessonsâ€ as we didnâ€™t do much more than tie each other up.
Emma had this annoying habit of making things too tight. It always seemed to dig into my skin when she pulled on it. But I had to say, even so, I had almost no movement. She was probably better than me. It didnâ€™t help how I had just failed the last bondage activity, an activity that compromised of who could get out of a hogtie fastest. I deliberately went slow to get a mistake. Now I would definitely get in the restriction room.
â€œWe should try something new,â€ Emma offered. She started to tie my ankles.
â€œDonâ€™t tell me youâ€™re enjoying this,â€ I groaned.
â€œMaybe we can do this after we get out of here.â€
â€œYour call.â€
Emma picked up a book of different kinds of positions, none that looked very comfortable. â€œHow about a ball tie?â€
â€œSounds fun,â€ I said sarcastically. By now, I was really in no position to argue, as my legs were tied, my wrists behind my back, and in this â€œrope harnessâ€ thing on my chest.
Emma started to push my knees closer to my chess and tied my knee bindings to the rope harness. Then, she tied my ankle bindings with some rope to my trapped wrists. This made me into a little ball, unable to go anywhere. Perfect.
I wiggled a little bit. â€œTight.â€
â€œIt looks like it,â€ she agreed. She got out a long scarf.
â€œGag?â€ I asked.
â€œNo,â€ she replied simply. She then tied the scarf over my eyes, putting me in a world of darkness.
â€œHow does it feel?â€ She asked.
â€œDark,â€ Which to me, was really the only description.
To my surprise, she then pushed in a dry cloth in my mouth. Before I could make a muffled protest she thrust another cloth in between my teeth and cleave gagged me.
â€œMmph,â€ I said. I couldnâ€™t see her so I didnâ€™t know which direction to say it to.
Her voice was to the left of me. â€œYou know, this was fun. I think Iâ€™ll ask Chloe if I can do it to her.â€
â€œMmm mmph mm mm mmph.â€
â€œI hope thatâ€™s a yes.â€
â€œMmm.â€
Maybe three minutes later I heard Chloe agreeing to Emmaâ€™s request. After some muffled complaints, Emma lifted my blindfold so it was like I was wearing a headband of sorts.
Emma had gotten a chair and Chloe sat down compliantly. Emma got some rope and tightly tied her wrists behind her back. She then pushed Chloeâ€™s elbows together and roped those off too.
â€œOuch, that kind of hurts,â€ Chloe complained.
Emma laughed. â€œThatâ€™s what Ashley said.â€
Chloe grumbled a little but let Emma tie her knees, ankles, and thighs. She then looped some rope around her waist, tying her to the chair. She also tied her thighs to the bottom of the chair. Finally, she connected her wrist bindings to her leg bindings under the chair.
â€œOoh, thatâ€™s tight,â€ Chloe said in a slightly strained voice. â€œGood job.â€
That was all she could say before Emma applied a few layers of duct tape over her mouth.
Emma walked away, interested in what others were doing. I let her go. I watched as she talked a bit with the girl Naomi, and then some others. Eventually, she requested that she be tied up by some girl, who happily accepted. It was obvious that Emma was enjoying this. However, I didnâ€™t think it was worth it to stay here. We could do it at home if she really liked it.
A few minutes later Emma was on the ground next to us in a strict hogtie and a ballgag. She wiggled a little bit. Gosh, she did like it. Still, I couldnâ€™t help but think that we would be in something like this tonight. The three of us, completely helpless, and one of us would have to escape. Talk about pressure.
I realized that I felt afraid. What if we couldnâ€™t make it? What if we failed? I couldnâ€™t stand it being so far from home, wherever we were. What if we never got back?
I put my mind off such negative thoughts. We could do it. We would do it. I wouldnâ€™t let myself fail. I was getting out of here.
After my little self-prep-talk, I let my mind wander. I could see how Emma liked this. It was almost relaxing, being helpless and unable to move. That sounds pretty weird, being at the total mercy of anyone around you and enjoying this. But still, being bound just had that nice feeling.
My mind jarred back into my own world when Ms. Din was yelling at Naomi again and probably whacking with her yardstick. I would have to face something like that tonight. Ouch.
I realized that time was up now. It was time for the final activity of the day.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by Karina82 » Sun Nov 27, 2011 6:03 pm

really good story! (don't procrastinate so much plz)
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:33 pm

I'll try
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by Tailsy » Mon Nov 28, 2011 11:02 am

I don't mind you procrastinating :> its all with in the tale of good story telling
just continue as you are doing its really great ^^
please do continue when you can
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Wed Nov 30, 2011 3:30 pm

As I was walking down the hallway with my friends, one of the masked guys pulled me aside.
â€œYes?â€ I said lazily.
â€œMr. Condris wants to see you.â€ He said solemnly.
â€œGreat,â€ I murmered, â€œjust what I need.â€ I looked helplessly at Chloe and Emma.
â€œGo on,â€ Chloe whispered, â€œjust play it safe.â€
I nodded and followed him. We started taking a bunch of twists and turns around the hallways. Going up and down, side to side, etc.
Eventually one of them said, â€œWe need to blindfold you, missy. Canâ€™t let you know where the bossâ€™s place is.â€
â€œFine.â€ I replied. I felt a scarf over my eyes and I was enclosed in darkness.
They proceeded to lead me through a door, I think. Then it was an unimaginable amount of turning, backtracking, and pauses. It was like they couldnâ€™t make up their minds about what place to take me or something. There was practically a turn every five seconds. I wondered what part of the building this was. Definitely nowhere Iâ€™d been.
Eventually I was un-blindfolded in one of the changing rooms. In it was one a black and white frilly dress. There were also long stockings and small black shoes with buckles. There was also this white â€œthingâ€ that I guess was supposed to go on my head. It was a French maid costume. Or maybe this was what real French maids wore, who knew?
â€œUmmm,â€ I said. Really, I was unsure what to say.
â€œGet it on.â€ One of the men grunted.
â€œUh, ok.â€ Quickly, I closed the curtain and got changed into the costume. It fit surprisingly well, except for the shoes which were a little tight. Finally, I put the head thing on and stepped out into the mirror.
I actually thought I looked pretty cute in the dress. I really liked the head thing, and I always liked black dresses. But before I could admire myself further one of the men interrupted me.
â€œHands in front of you.â€ He demanded. Typical. Of course. This was all about being tied up. I let myself be handcuffed in front of me and after that my foot was restrained with leg shackles, kind of like handcuffs but the chain was maybe a foot long, letting my shuffle along.
They gave me a tray with a glass of water with a lemon attached to the top and led me upstairs. I guessed they were about to let me serve Henry Condris, the psycho who ran this entire thing. Great.
Sure enough, a man was sitting in a comfortable chair in the middle of a dull rectangular room. It was painted like dark gray, but I could see little lights on the ground on the two short walls, giving it a glow. On each of the short walls was a huge TV. On the screens showed girls struggling in different bonds. I could see Erica in one of them. On the other walls one showed the field that we played capture the flag, the other the room where I did my first challenge, the maze. To the left was a slightly opened door, and from what I could see was an office room.
The man was currently watching some girls try to untie themselves in the maze. He noticed me and waved his hand. I looked behind me to see the masked men walk away.
â€œHello, my name is Henry Condris.â€ He said politely. He was thin and from what I saw, tall. He had pale skin and dark hair. His nose was pointed, like the beak of a hawk.
â€œUh, hi,â€ I replied, â€œIâ€™m Ashley.â€
He nodded. â€œSo, how do you like your stay? It will be permanent you know.â€
I walked towards him and thrust out the tray. He took the glass and sipped. I wondered if I should lie. How could he know? Yeah, lying would be fine.
â€œIt hasnâ€™t exactly been a joyride.â€ I replied. â€œBut I feel somewhat comfortable around here. Itâ€™s not so bad.â€
He looked at me carefully. â€œYou are rather pretty. However, I only ask my men to take pretty girls anyhow. Anyways, I know your lying. I can see it.â€
Creep! What did he know! Even though he was right.
â€œFine.â€ I answered. â€œI am lying. You kidnapped me and countless other girls and expect me to just go with it? Home is a thousand times better than this place! It might be fun for you to see us tied up and helpless, but itâ€™s not for us! We want out, we want freedom, and we want to see our families! Canâ€™t you understand that?â€
â€œStrong words.â€ He complimented. â€œBut it will take more to convince me to end what took years to build. I have heard similar speechâ€™s in the past, including from your friend Chloe. Iâ€™m not about to let you girls go so you can just go around and get me arrested. No, I am much more content here.â€
I rolled my eyes. â€œYouâ€™ll never get away with this. Your system canâ€™t be perfect. I bet at least one of the girls youâ€™ve had has escaped.â€ In truth, I was trying to get him to reveal his secrets to make our escape easier. If I could get him to spill his guts, then it would be smooth sailing. Still I wasn't really following Chloe's instructions. So much for playing it safe.
â€œIâ€™ve gotten away with this for nine years.â€ Henry replied. â€œCurrently, there are forty-eight girls in captivity, including you. Iâ€™ve had many girls attempt escape over the nine years, and none of them made it. Each of them was caught by my guards, entangled in nets, faced traps, or was not fast enough to reach the nearby town.â€
Thatâ€™s because they worked alone, I thought, while weâ€™re going to work together.
â€œSo, how do you like your outfit?â€ He asked.
I was somewhat surprised at his change of subject. â€œOh, itâ€™s great,â€ I said truthfully, â€œI really like it.â€
â€œGood.â€ He said. â€œIâ€™d like you to keep it on for the rest of tonight. You look good in it. I know about your appointment in the restriction room.â€
I made a small fake-smile. â€œMaybe I should have been more careful.â€
He nodded. â€œMs. Din is never gentle. I expected more from you.â€
Like I wanted to make this guy proud! What a sicko! But I was able to hide my disgust and say, â€œYeah, I should try harder next time.â€
â€œThat you should,â€ He agreed. â€œI saw your performance at capture the flag. Very impressive.â€
â€œThanks, but I donâ€™t need it from you.â€ I was honestly sick of this conversation. Whatever he said seemed to make me angry at him.
He didnâ€™t seem very offended or hurt. â€œVery well. Iâ€™m glad that we had this talk. It seems that talking with me has missed your last bondage activity. What a shame.â€
I wasnâ€™t really that disturbed, but I went along and said, â€œYeah I know. I wonder what I could have done today?â€
â€œWe will never know.â€ He answered. â€œYou are dismissed.â€
I hope he didnâ€™t expect me to bow or something because I just speed walked out of there. As I reached the bottom of the stairs into the changing rooms. Immediately the goons blindfolded me and led me through the twists and turns.
I wondered about my conversation. But I had other things to worry about. The restriction room was next.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by Karina82 » Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:42 pm

Great story! continue!
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Wed Nov 30, 2011 10:44 pm

After hastily taking a shower, I urged the men to hurry me into my room. They stared at me kind of funny, but let me go a little bit faster.
I walked into the room that I shared with Chloe and Emma. Hopefully, this would be the last time I would be in this room. Chloe and Emma
were inside with eager expressions. I told them about my meeting.
â€œWell, this is good and bad.â€ Chloe decided. â€œWe know the general area of where Condrisâ€™s desk is, where mostly likely holds most of the keys, and at the same time know that no one has escaped from here in the history thatâ€™s itâ€™s been around, and there have been countless attempts.â€
â€œYes,â€ I agreed, â€œbut they probably worked alone. This is a group effort right?â€
She nodded. â€œOk. Hereâ€™s the full plan, and donâ€™t worry, itâ€™s fairly simple. All we need to do is get to the nearby town.â€
â€œTown?â€ Asked Emma. â€œI didnâ€™t see any town on the way here.â€
â€œIt must have been dark. Anyhow, from what we know it is quite far away, and is where Condris gets his provisions. If we can get all the girls to that town, then thereâ€™s no way that heâ€™ll risk trying to recapture us. Then we can go call the cops on him and itâ€™ll be game over.â€
â€œIt sounds easy,â€ I said slowly, â€œmuch more easy than it should be.â€
â€œExactly,â€ Chloe agreed, â€œand this means that Iâ€™m not done. Weâ€™ve got careful observation around here. Most guards carry Tasers, and a few have stun guns. All are loaded with handcuffs. If we get caught, there is no doubt that we will be subdued in a very bondage-style fashion.â€
â€œHarder,â€ said Emma, â€œbut still too easy.â€
â€œWhich leaves the final thing. We have seen four helicopters stationed at the top of the building, where no one goes.â€
My heart nearly stopped. â€œPlease donâ€™t tell me weâ€™re going to steal the helicopters.â€
Chloe gave me a sly smile. â€œI like your thinking and I think it would be a good idea, if anyone of us could fly. Unfortunately, I donâ€™t know anybody around here that can fly a helicopter without crashing. However, it would be nice if we could bust them.â€
â€œAny ideas?â€ Asked Emma.
â€œNo.â€ Chloe admitted. â€œAnyhow, back to the present. In the bondage room there is a very, very high chance that we will fail. Other than us three, I have no idea who else is scheduled to be there. Whoever is there will need to help us.â€
We nodded. Not a time to argue. I was sure that Chloe had thought this plan well through.
â€œThe next step after we are free and Ms. Din and the guards subdued, is getting keys.â€ Chloe continued. â€œWeâ€™re going to have to sneak into Condrisâ€™s office and steal as many keys as we can. This is the most important part. If we find some keys we go and free as many girls as we can, and make a run for it. By then, alarms will go off and weâ€™ll be in a race for our lives.â€
This sounded so serious! This was the all or nothing risk! We couldnâ€™t fail. We wouldnâ€™t fail.
I could feel myself shaking. I gave a wobbling nod. â€œSounds good.â€
Emma looked more confident. â€œLetâ€™s do this. I figured that something like this would happen. Itâ€™s time that my life got a little more interesting.â€
Chloe smiled. â€œYou two are my kind of people. Letâ€™s get out of here.â€
And the door opened.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by Karina82 » Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:53 pm

omg. great twist at the end
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:06 pm

I feel dramatic today.
The restriction room was not as dark as I thought it would be, lit by the moonlight shining through the large windows. Despite it still be dark, as soon as my eyes adjusted I could see everything just fine.
I appreciated how they let us have a drink of water and let us use the toilet. This showed that they actually semi-cared.
I glanced at the girls around me. Other than me, Chloe, and Emma, there were two more girls present. Christy from capture the flag was here. She told me that she was lousy at most of the activities. Also, the little girl Naomi was here, stating that Ms. Din never thought that she â€œparticipatedâ€ enough in bondage lessons.
This was good. There was strength in numbers.
However, in the restriction room was Ms. Din and two guards, who from what I saw were armed with handcuffs and tasers, not good for only one person on all three. That would be bad. Not to mention, all of us were handcuffed behind our backs. I knew that this was meant to stop us from trying to take over. We probably could if our hands were in front of us.
After all this initial thinking my eyes had adjusted. The room was filled with mostly chains. On the right wall hung handcuffs, ropes, chains of various sizes, and what looked to be zip ties. On the left wall were about thirty rolls of different colored duct tape sized tape, bandannas, cloths, blindfolds, and ballgags. Binding on the right, gags on the left.
In the great bulk of the room was an assortment of different things. There was a table with straps on it, a small cage that I think even Naomi would have trouble fitting in, some chains and ropes hanging from the ceiling, a long horizontal pole hanging from the ceiling with chains on each end, various nets, a really big bag with straps around it, among other things. I knew just from one look at this place that I would have trouble escaping even the simplest contraptions around. Great.
Ms. Din examined the five of us. Her eyes shifted from one to the next, probably taking account of our features. Weirdo.
â€œYou!â€ Ms. Din screeched, pointing at Emma. â€œTake off your shoes, shirt, and pants!â€
Immediately, Emma went a bright color of red. â€œWhat?!â€ She spluttered. â€œWhat do you mean?â€
Ms. Din sort of huffed. â€œYou heard me! Take them off or Iâ€™ll make my friends do it for you!â€ She motioned to the guard. I doubted that they were her â€œfriendsâ€.
One of the guards walked over and unlocked her cuffs. Still red, Emma started to take off her shoes, skirt, and shirt, leaving her nearly naked in her bra and panties. I avoided looking at her, thinking it was probably rude. I needed to keep my mind on the task.
â€œCute.â€ Ms. Din said in a voice that suggested she didnâ€™t think it was cute. â€œNow, for those who donâ€™t know, you will be in bondage this entire night, without stop except to switch, and no, that does not mean you can go from place to place like a common gym, I will be doing the binding.â€
Chloe leaned over to Emma. â€œSorry, forgot to mention. Ms. Din makes someone wear almost no clothes sometimes. Sorry that itâ€™s embarrassing. Just hold on.â€
Emma muttered something like â€œeasy for you to say.â€
Ms. Din looked at us one by one. Finally, she zeroed on Christy.
â€œYou.â€ She said. â€œYouâ€™ll be first.â€ She went over and unlocked her cuffs. She grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the horizontal pole hanging from the ceiling. First, she got a cloth and held it in front of Christyâ€™s mouth. Obediently, Christy opened and let it get stuffed in. It was followed by a ballgag. Soon a long pole like the one on the ceiling with cuffs one each end appeared. Her legs were cuffed to each end of the pole on the ground, followed by her hands on the ceiling pole. This created a scenario of Christyâ€™s legs widened and her arms wide apart and slightly bent, completely unable to move.
â€œThatâ€™s good,â€ Ms. Din said, satisfied with her work. She looked at me. â€œYou next!â€
I walked forward and had to stop myself from shaking. I had done this before. No difference doing it again. But so much was at risk!
I walked toward her but she didnâ€™t unlock the handcuffs behind my back. Guess those were staying. She got some more handcuffs and cuffed my feet together, then started to tie my knees together. She proceeded to start tying rope above and below my breasts, effectively pinning my arms. It was a very common method, I guess.
â€œSo, anything else for me?â€ I asked casually.
â€œNormally,â€ Ms. Din said with a little sneering, â€œIâ€™d gag you and hit you with my stick but Iâ€™ll tell you. Youâ€™re going into the net.â€
I looked at it. It was kind of big.
â€œA little loose, eh?â€ I probably shouldâ€™ve kept my mouth shut, but I didnâ€™t like her in the least.
â€œOh, youâ€™ll see.â€ I didnâ€™t like the grin that she gave me. This kept getting better and better.
She proceeded to gag me, cleave-gag style. Soon all I could say was incomprehensible gibberish. Not like I could call for help anyways. I was truly trussed up now, nowhere to go, and about to see what that much-to-big net could do.
Or not. Ms. Din pulled me up so I was standing on me two feet and blindfolded me. Now I was in total darkness. Perfect.
Much too soon what felt like a heavy blanket fell over me. And when I say heavy, I mean HEAVY. The thing knocked me over, easy. I thudded to the ground, and I could feel something cold, like metal. Soon I could feel the blanket-like net envelop completely around me, on its own! Impossible! I felt it close in on itself somewhere near the top of my head, and then it started pushing from all sides, tightening! It was uncomfortable, and I was completely immobilized, unable to speak, see, or even move an inch. Wrapped from head to toe in the net, I felt a spark of panic but calmed down.
My blindfold was ripped off, and I stared upward at the triumphant face of Ms. Din. Looking like this, I suddenly had a profound fear of getting kicked by her, and Iâ€™m sorry to say I let out a little gagged whimper that Iâ€™m almost sure she could hear.
She smirked. â€œYou see, that net is full of some of the most powerful magnets on earth. The magnets attract around the person, completely enclosing, then tightens, leaving someone completely tied up!â€
I do admit that I probably wouldnâ€™t be able to get out of the net, even if I wasnâ€™t bound hand and foot. That was pretty impressive, a net with magnets to tighten and enclose.
Ms. Din lost interest in me. She went back to the three remaining girls, Chloe, Naomi, and Emma, who by the way was still red as a cherry.
Next Ms. Din grabbed Naomi, and started unlocked her handcuffs. As soon as she did she tied her arms up behind her back in practiced speed. Soon her legs followed, and then her arms were pinned with some more rope work. As I could see, Naomi showed no complaint as a cloth was put into her mouth and she was gagged with tape. Ms. Din lifted her up and tied her ankle bindings to one of the ceiling ropes. Her arm bindings followed, and then to top it off she connected the ceiling ropes of her arms to her ankle bindings, making an air-hogtie.
Ms. Din pushed the bound and helpless Naomi so she swayed from side to side in the air. I could practically see Naomiâ€™s fear flash in her eyes.
She moved onto Chloe. She unlocked her cuffs and dragged her to the table. Quickly, she gagged her with tape and made her lay down with her arms by her sides. She put straps around her shoulders, her waist, her thighs, and her knees, firmly pinning her to the table. Finally, she cuffed and locked each wrist and ankle to the table, connected by two links of chain. It was kind of like those old alien movies where the aliens strap people to tables and interrogate them.
From movie experience this was typically when the villain (Ms. Din) starts tickling the hero/heroine (Chloe), though, that didnâ€™t happen.
Instead, she marched up to the final and only person not bound, Emma. She unlocked her handcuffs and got some silver duct tape. She started taping Emmaâ€™s hands behind her back, something like eight wraps. She taped her knees, thighs, above and below her breasts, and obviously tape gagged her, making five wraps around her head.
Ms. Din smiled evilly. â€œNow donâ€™t move dear.â€ Emmaâ€™s eyes flashed, half with anger, half with fear.
Ms. Din started to slowly wrap Emma up in tape. It started from above her ankle bindings, then slowly up. After a few minutes her thighs were encased, followed by her stomach. When she reached Emmaâ€™s breast area Emma went a shade of red again, which had went away earlier. Ms. Din finished just below the neck. I guess she was just being mean, but Ms. Din pushed Emma. Helpless, Emma fell to the ground and gave a muffled grunt.
Ms. Din smiled as she looked down at her. â€œYouâ€™re the only one who is going to be in the same thing all night!â€ I couldnâ€™t imagine how much it would hurt when taken off.
She finally walked back to Chloe, and started tickling her. Everyone could hear the muffled giggling at first, and then intensified laughs lost in the gag. She thrashed against the straps but couldnâ€™t get free.
â€œMMM! MMPH! MMM! MM!â€ I knew if that she was not gagged it would be very loud.
All of us were in inescapable bondage. I doubted that any of us could escape, least of all me and Emma. I considered us in the tightest and most inescapable amount of bondage. But every one of us was helpless, that was clear. Unable to move of our own free will, we could only wait until we would do another thing that would restrict our movement, probably further.
We were all trapped.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by ginny890 » Sat Dec 03, 2011 5:23 pm

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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Sun Dec 04, 2011 11:27 pm

I struggled in my net. I had been in it for twenty minutes and had not even been able to go into a more comfortable position. My body was completely locked in place by the net so I couldnâ€™t do more than wiggle around. It didnâ€™t help that I was bound so good that even without the net it would be difficult, if not impossible to get out of.
My friends fared no better. Every once in a while Christy would get a worried expression and shake a little bit. Emma would sometimes make a muffled whine from behind the layers of tape. And Chloe was out of breath from being tickled so much, obviously tired. Ms. Din had her take everything off except her bra and panties like Emma because she was getting so sweaty. Chloe didnâ€™t seem to mind so much. The only person who didnâ€™t seem at all disturbed was Naomi, who was so quite she had practically fallen asleep.
The problem was, each tie-up was either more, or just as restricting as the last. It was hopeless. I realized that the hogtie was probably the only way we could get out of here.
After I was freed from the net, I was put in a hogtie of chains. Yay. Next I was tickled at the table with straps. Then, my arms were handcuffed high enough that my feet werenâ€™t touching the ground, and my ankles handcuffed. They put at least five strips of duct tape on my mouth, which stung when taken off. By now, I realized that the longer duct tape stayed on, the more it hurt being taken off. It would hurt unbearably for Emma.
It was so long, I completely lost track of what I did. It seemed that there was always something that restricted me, something that held my wrists and ankles together, whether it was rope, duct tape, or chains. My mouth was never empty, feeling the dry feeling of a cloth in my mouth at almost all times, with the added tight cleave gag, the rubbery ballgag, or sticky duct tape.
I was aware that my fellow girls were also through similar treatment. I saw Chloe going through different chain tie-ups, but not the rope hogtie yet. Christy was at the tickling table. Emma was still stuck, mummified in tape. Naomi seemed to be tied with ropes in chains, then stuffed in a bag that also had ropes in chains on the outside.
This was getting boring, and repetitive. I guessed that we had been here two hours. I was sick of being tied up. The only thing Iâ€™ve BEEN doing since I got here was get tied up. I suddenly realized how much I really wanted to get out of here. And if some girls had been here for months and yearsâ€¦â€¦
What was I complaining about? They were the ones to pity, not myself. I had only been here a few days. I had to hang tough. If I felt this way, it would just make me soft.
I tested my bonds. Everything I had been in so far had been inescapable, easily. I hoped that Chloe would get into the rope hogtie soon. I felt pretty weird thinking about that. I wanted Chloe to get into strict bondage.
It wasnâ€™t until several more rounds until my wish came true. I was chained with my hands behind a pole and tape pinning me into it, with a ballgag in my mouth. By now, my mouth was as dry as the Gobi desert and I needed a drink of water.
But good news! Chloe was being put into the hogtie! On examination, it looked extremely tight. Her ankles, knees, and thighs were each roped together with at least five loops each. Her wrists and elbows were tied, not to mention a rope harness and crotch rope. Her wrists and ankles were tied so close that her fingers could touch her toes, but her thumbs were tied together. She had a cleave gag with almost certainty cloth in her mouth, preventing even a peep.
I knew, without some sort of assistance, there would be no way to get out of that. The knots were without a doubt firm, the rope tight, and all movements restricted.
But we had a knife.
I watched her from the corner of my eye as she positioned the razor-sharp knife in a way in her hands so it could cut the ropes. After maybe three minutes, her thumbs were free. Another minute, and her hogtie was disabled, but she kept her feet in that position.
But as she was cutting her wrist bindings, she made a shallow cut on her arm. It started to bleed.
The red blood started running down and dropping on the floor. It stained the rope red. Unfortunately, this quickly caught Ms. Dinâ€™s eye and she started walking forward.
No! Our plan was ruined! She would find the knife and take it from us! Everything we worked for was useless! Wasted!
Or maybe not. Thinking quickly, Chloe laid the knife on the ground and kicked it in my direction. It was a good shot, as I was able to step on it, hiding it from view.
We were safe. Sort of. I could practically hear my heart pounding, and it blocked all other sounds. I could only see Ms. Din yell at Chloe and demand how she cut herself and the ropes. Seeing no solution, she chained Chloe up until she was practically in a mummified hogtie.
But I didnâ€™t need to worry about that. Now, everything was up to me.
I could only wait until it was my turn for the rope hogtie, and then do what Chloe couldn't.
It was agonizing! Every second that slipped pass, I worried that Ms. Din would find our secret weapon. Every second, I was formulating a plan to hide the knife. I would have to wait until she untied me. Then weâ€™d see.
Chloe was looking at me, and I knew what it meant. She was counting on me. I couldnâ€™t let her down.
I wouldnâ€™t fail.
After at least ten more minutes, Ms. Din unlocked my cuffs and unwrapped the tape binding me to the pole. I quickly fake coughed, and bent to the ground. Ms. Din frowned and kicked me. It was a blow that hurt a lot, and I just played with it, coughing even more. Acting quickly, I grabbed the knife and stuffed it into the back of my shoe.
I shakily got up and followed her. My next station was the spreader bar. As I hung there in a sort of X-shape, I thought about how I was going to untie myself. There was no way I could do this. Or could I? I would have to do what Chloe did, and start with my thumbs. I hoped that Ms. Din would be distracted.
After half an hour, I was free and going to the rope hogtie. Moment of truth.
As I started getting tied, with both of the goons and Ms. Din next to me, fear stabbed at me and I froze.
â€œMove, girl.â€ Ms. Din said impatiently. One of the guards pushed me a little bit and that helped me move on.
As I tied up, the most fearful part of the whole thing came with my ankles. Every wrap around my ankles sent another wave of fear and panic through me. But before I knew it, it was over. I was trussed up, as always, with nowhere to go, helpless.
Or so they thought.
It took a minute or two, but with my hands so close to my feet it wasnâ€™t an extremely difficult task to grasp the knife.
I immediately freed my thumbs, even faster than what Chloe did. Excellent! I could do this. I started working on my wrists first, opposed to Chloeâ€™s approach with the hogtie first.
As I sawed at my wrist bindings, Ms. Din was walking toward me. What should I do? What could I do? She would surely see that the same thing happened, then it would be all over.
Naomi saw this however. Currently, she was trapped in the magnetic net. She started making muffled squeals.
â€œMmm! Mmph! Mmph! MMM!â€ It was working! She was helping me! Ms. Din changed directions with an annoyed expression on her face. I quickly resumed my sawing, and eventually my wrists were free.
It was a good thing that the guards were distracted too. If not, I would easily be discovered.
â€œShut up, little girl,â€ Ms. Din said firmly. â€œIâ€™m not going to take off that entire net just to hear what you have to say.â€
Naomiâ€™s eyes practically pleaded with her. She was an excellent distraction!
Ankles were free. Rope harness gone. Crotch rope coming offâ€¦
â€œGirl, I honestly donâ€™t care what you have to say!â€
Legs free, slipping out of my elbow bindingsâ€¦
â€œI donâ€™t care! Leave me in peace and be quiet!â€
I was free! Haha!
I grabbed the knife and stood up. The guards saw me and ran forward. I didnâ€™t think, just did.
I threw my knife at Ms. Din, it stuck in the wall, three inches from her face.
She gasped and everyone froze.
I took advantage of the distraction. I ran forward and grabbed the knife out of the wall. I pressed it into Ms. Dinâ€™s neck.
â€œYou!â€ She said with absolute hatred.
â€œDonâ€™t say anything please.â€ I replied. â€œAnd you too!â€ I yelled at the guards. â€œDonâ€™t move!â€
By now, I was impressed with my knife-throwing skills. Probably luck but they didnâ€™t know that.
The guards held Tasers. That wouldnâ€™t do.
â€œYou guys!â€ I yelled at them. â€œPut down your weapons, or she gets it!â€
The guards hesitated. I couldnâ€™t kill her. That part wasnâ€™t in me. I just couldnâ€™t. I refused to be a killer.
â€œDo it!â€ She screeched.
Obediently, they dropped their Tasers. I walked Ms. Din over there. I grabbed one of the Tasers and made a half-smile.
I could see the guards eyes widen as I stabbed with the Taser. Immediately, both men went down.
â€œYour next,â€ I said to Ms. Din. She sneered one more time before I put her under. Knife in one hand, Taser in the other, two weapons to be used. I put them both down and started to free my friends. I grabbed all the keys from Ms. Din and the guards.
I went to Chloe, who was closest. After half a minute of trying keys, I got lucky and unlocked the chains. I cut the remaining rope.
Chloe tore off her ballgag and spit out the cloth. She gave me a big grin.
â€œYou did it!â€ She exclaimed. She hugged me.
I was a bit embarrassed, hugging a nearly naked person. But still, I did an amazing thing, and it felt good.
â€œWe did it,â€ I agreed. â€œNow get some clothes on!â€
â€œIâ€™ll do that.â€
I ran over to Naomi next. I cut a big hole in the net, not on the magnetic parts though. I quickly unlocked her wrists and ankles, and untied the remaining ropes. She took off her cleave-gag.
â€œThank you.â€ I said. â€œI could have never made it without your help.â€
â€œDonâ€™t mention it.â€ She said, and gave me a wry smile.
Me and Naomi raced toward Christy, who was strapped to the table. It was an easy task to unlock and unbuckle the straps. She was free in no time.
I nodded to her and we proceeded to Emma.
I peeled off her gag slowly, but it was obvious she was in pain. This was going to be a slow process. We didnâ€™t have time.
â€œHurry!â€ Chloe urged. She had her clothes back on and had used one of the cloths that we used as gags to bind her cut. We couldnâ€™t hurry. Emma had too much tape.
â€œWe canâ€™t leave her!â€ I protested.
Chloe looked at us with a pained expression, then calmed down a little bit. I could practically see her forming a plan.
After a minute she selected one of the keys. â€œChristy,â€ She said. â€œCan you take Emma, go find a room with some girls, and lock yourself in? This key will unlock probably only one of the rooms where girls are sleeping. Youâ€™ll need their help to get Emma out of this.â€
Christy took the key. â€œWhat about the rest of you?â€
Emma took a Taser from one guard, and tossed Naomi Ms. Dinâ€™s. I already had one and the knife.
â€œWhere going to get keys from Henry Condrisâ€™s office.â€ She replied. â€œFrom what Iâ€™ve heard, Iâ€™ve got a good idea of where it is.â€
Christy nodded.
Chloe looked Emma. â€œYou okay with this?â€
She nodded.
Chloe looked at me and Naomi. â€œYou ready for this guys?â€
â€œYes,â€ Naomi said.
â€œNo, but letâ€™s do this.â€ I answered.
â€œGood,â€ Chloe said. â€œLetâ€™s go.â€
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by bzzart » Tue Dec 06, 2011 6:12 pm

Ok, gonna put this story on hold for a little bit. Got some other stories I'm working on. Sorry.
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### Re: The Kidnapper, the kidnapped, and the car.

Post by 174coolness » Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:06 pm

Wow... This is one of the best stories I've read ever. You need to do an alternate ending where Thayer get caught and keep going!