Here is the first part of the story. I hope it isn't too bad
Claire in the Car
Part one
Claire’s birthday started just like any other. It was not going to end like that though.
Claire got up and went through her usual routine, then got dressed and decided to go out for the day. She decided to wear trainers, cheap black slacks and a white tank top.
I have no idea what is going to happen today, so I might as well wear something that I won’t mind losing.Suddenly, Claire saw Van peek out from the corner. “Claire, I need your help, please. I’ve dropped my keys down here.â€
Is that the best you can come up with today? Claire groaned.
I thought that they would come up with something a bit fancier.Claire walked around the corner to help Van ‘find her keys’ and she already noticed the two men following her. There was a large car parked there with the boot open.
This is so obvious, thought Claire
Maybe they don’t want to scare me? Well, I’m here anyway.“Well, Van I take it that I’m being kidnapped for my birthday.†Claire commented. “Did you want me to know what was going on?â€
“We just wanted to make sure that you were okay. I got a bad feeling about today, for some reason, so I decided to do it gently. I had visions of you screaming blue murder at the top of your voice.†Van said.
“Don’t be so superstitious.†Claire said. “Today’s going to turn out just fine. What do I do, just put my hands behind my back?â€
“You can say no this time, if you want. In fact I’d be happier if you did.â€
The two men were finally beside Claire. She calmly put her hands behind her back and she was gently handcuffed. The other man handcuffed her ankles together and Van gently placed a large red ball-gag into Claire’s mouth. The straps were buckled tightly at the back of Claire’s neck.
The two men carried Claire over to the car and laid her on her front in the boot. Her slacks and top were carefully cut off, leaving her in just her undies. Next, her elbows were bound with another pair of cuffs, and a final pair of cuffs were used to hogtie her.
Claire, now completely helpless, looked up at Van and gave her a smile. “Just shake your head and I’ll call the whole thing off.†Van said. “I really think today is unlucky.â€
Claire just lowered her head to the floor.
Don’t worry. The day will be just fine.Van shut the boot of the car and then banged on the lid. “We’re going now,†she said “Brace yourself.†Claire heard a car door shut and then the engine started up. She then rocked a little as the car started to move.
The car was being driven carefully, as attracting attention would not be a good idea. After all, you would have a few problems explaining why you have a bound and gagged woman in the boot of your car if you were stopped by the police.
Eventually the car stopped. Claire waited. After a short while, the boot opened. It was Van. “I brought breakfast.†Van put down a carton of orange juice with a straw and a bowl, full of cereal with some milk. “Enjoy it.â€
Claire “Mmpphh’d†at Van through her gag.
How am I supposed to eat it while gagged!Van bent over and removed Claire’s gag, then she got a spoon full of cereal and offered it to Claire. Claire opened her mouth and took the spoon with the cereal. Then she took a sip of the orange juice. This was repeated, until the meal was completed. “All done.†Claire said.
“Open wide.†Claire opened her mouth and was tightly ball-gagged again. The boot was closed, and again Van banged on the lid. “Get ready.â€
Claire prepared for the car to start moving and then she was on her way again. She was driven around for a little while and then the car stopped. The boot lid was raised and Van was there again. She had a squirty cream can. Claire was now rolled onto her back by Van, and then Van shook the can. She held Claire’s head and squirted a piece of cream on Claire’s nose and cheeks. Then Van squirted some more cream from Claire’s chin to the top of her bra. Finally she squirted cream from the bottom of Claire’s bra, right down to her panties.
“Now.†Said Van “I can either smear this all over your body, or I can lick it off. It’s your choiceâ€. Claire glared at Van. “So you want it smeared then.†Claire shook her head.
Van started to lick the cream, first off Claire’s nose and then off her cheeks. Then Van started slowly on the cream going down Claire’s neck. Van took a lot of time with the final piece of cream, at one point tickling Claire’s navel with her tongue. Claire giggled with that. Finally all of the cream was cleaned off Claire.
“Time to go.†Van said. She closed the lid of the boot, and banged on it.
Again the car started, and again they were travelling somewhere. After a while they stopped again and Van opened the door. She had a riding crop with her.
She wouldn’t dare! Claire thought.
Come on, she- OWW!! That hurt! Claire twisted and turned but there was no escape from the stinging blows landing on her bottom, making her squeal through her gag. “Mmpphh! MMPPHH!!†cried Claire.
After a few minutes, the spanking stopped. The same procedure was repeated, lid closed, a bang on the lid, a message, and then the car moved to a different location.
Sometimes Claire would be fed, sometimes tickled or spanked, and this went on throughout the day. By the early evening, her bottom was feeling somewhat sore and she was also a little worn out from being in the boot all day.
After another spanking, Van said to Claire, “Well, that’s it. I just need to go to a store, pick up a few things and then we are going to the party. It should take no more than five minutes†Van shut the lid, banged it and drove the car away.
It was not long before the car stopped. Clair heard the car door closed, which meant Van had got out of the car.
I hope she will be back soon! It’s getting uncomfortable now and I want to get out of this car... Wait! What the hell was that! Was that two doors closing?Claire listened in shock as the engine started up. She also heard a muffled scream from a distance. It was Van!
Claire now realised with a growing horror, that Van had left the keys in the ignition and that the car had been stolen, with her in the boot!
End of part one
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