Charlie`s Damsel

Postby LordNelson » Thu Mar 06, 2014 1:59 am

Charlie’s Damsel

When your birthday is in September it can be a drag. It’s the end of summer and time to get back to school. Sometimes life gets so hectic that special occasions, like birthdays, can be overlooked. Last year it had happened to Charlie.

Turning thirteen and becoming a teenager is a once in a life time event that should be celebrated. Unfortunately for Charlie his mother, Regina, who usually does things up in a big way, forgot about it until the last minute. Kentucky Fried Chicken and a store bought cake were the first let down. That was followed by a card that was Hallmark instead of homemade and a few gift cards for the mall.


She promised that this year would be different. Charlie didn’t know it but his mother felt so bad that she was having a classic case of “over-compensation”.

It started late in August with an early gift. She gave him a big desk for his room. She said that now that he was starting high school he would need a proper place to do his homework. Charlie was a little bummed that she had gone cheap and bought a used desk with a few bumps and scratches but he soon forgave her when he found out why. She needed the money she saved for his next gift.

A few days later when she took him out shopping for school supplies he returned home to another early gift. While they were out his father had set up the new computer that she had bought him. It was sitting on the desk waiting for him when he walked into his bedroom. On the wall behind the desk was a huge bulletin board. A line down the center separated it into two halves. One was labeled “School Stuff” the other “Charlie’s Stuff”. In the middle was a poster that said “Happy Birthday Charlie”.

So far it was the best birthday yet and it was still not even his real birthday. Charlie was moody for a few weeks after his “bad birthday” and had given his mom a hard time. When she suggested that they spend the day together for this one, just the two of them, he saw it as an opportunity to make up for being a jerk. She was going to make his favorite foods for breakfast, lunch and supper. Then there would be her special double chocolate fudge cake. Afterwards they would watch a few movies of his choice. His father was instructed to take his brother and “stay away’ for the day.

When the day arrived Charlie stayed home from school and Regina called in sick to work. Brother was gone to school and dad was picking him up afterwards. After breakfast mom took Charlie shopping for school clothes and a few CD’s, all his choice, she had promised not to disagree with his selections. They got back home in time for lunch.

After lunch Charlie had a bit of homework that couldn’t be put off so mom made him a deal. Once he was done his homework he could have the rest of the afternoon to himself to do whatever he wanted. It gave him a chance to personalize his side of the bulletin board and listen to some of the music he had bought this morning. All she asked was that he put on some of his new clothes to look nice for supper.

Regina needed the time to get ready for the rest of the birthday party. She baked the cake and while it was in the oven she got the food prepared for supper, it would just have to be popped into the oven later. While the cake cooled she put on a load of laundry. There’s never a shortage of dirty clothes when you have two boys. After icing the cake it was time to get ready for supper. Now that she was out of the kitchen and there was no possibility of getting food on her clothes she was going to change.

Teenage boys don’t normally compliment their mothers very often but once when she had dressed up to go out for an evening with his father Charlie told her that “she looked nice”. It wasn’t much of a compliment but it made her happy to hear it none the less. She was going to wear that outfit.

She stood in front of the mirror and liked what she saw. At first glance it was a simple sleeveless black shift dress but there was more to it than that. It was draped from the left shoulder giving it a touch of elegance. When she looked at it in the store she had almost walked away from it because it looked too small. The sales clerk pointed out that the fabric had spandex in it and it would stretch to fit. When she tried it on she couldn’t believe it. It hugged every curve and made her look great without feeling tight at all.

When her husband saw it he loved it too. He took her shopping and they bought some very expensive black stockings to go with it and a pair of black suede pumps. He couldn’t believe the price when she picked out a pair of Prada’s with 4 ½ inch heels and she couldn’t believe it when he paid it.

As she put on her make-up it felt a bit strange to be prettying herself up for her son but she wanted to look exactly the same as she had when he had given her the one and only compliment she had received from him. After the make-up she did her hair. Now it was time to make a last minute check of the kitchen to put supper on and make sure the table was set.

When she entered the kitchen the basket of laundry she had done was sitting on the table. She took a few minutes to fold it and sort it. She dropped some off in her bedroom and the rest was Charlie's.

When she entered his room the bulletin board was almost covered with photos he had printed out. A few more were still on the printer. He was sitting at his computer with his back to the door. He had his headphones on and didn’t hear her enter. She put the clothes on his bed and went over to see what he was looking at.

A bright green banner across the top had her stop in her tracks.

It said "Stories Of Tie Up Games".

What kind of site had he found? She tried to read the screen but he was reading faster than her and it was difficult to make out what it said as it scrolled by. She was about to tap him on the shoulder and confront him but she didn’t want to ruin his birthday. She decided to go check out this site herself and if she deemed it inappropriate she would deal with it tomorrow.

Regina grabbed her laptop and went to the kitchen. She placed it on the table and booted it up. A search found the green banner and she began to explore the menus and read some of the postings. This was a revelation to her. She thought “I’m 35 years old; why have I never heard of tie up games or bondage before.”

Some of the postings seemed a bit creepy while others fascinated her. She scanned through the various forums and selected random examples in each to get an idea of what this site was exposing her son to. Then a title caught her eye. She clicked and began to read.

Charlie stretched and yawned. He had been browsing his favorite site for a while and it was time to get off his ass for a minute or two. He took the latest pictures off of the printer and was about to put them on the bulletin board when he noticed the pile of laundry. A moment of panic hit him. His mom had been in the room. What had she seen? Should he just wait to see what happens or go talk to her now? Better to get it over with now he decided.

He found her seated at the kitchen table. Her back was to the door and she didn’t see him come in. In the same way that she had spied on him he spied on her. He recognized the banner. She had just opened a posting entitled [b][i]A Captured Mother[/i][/b] and was beginning to read it. He had read it already, several times, and knew it by heart. It was one of the reasons he had become a member of the site. For him it was an inspiration and it was the reason why he did what he did next. He returned to his room and opened the large bottom drawer in his new desk; the drawer that he kept locked.

Regina finished the posting and thought about it for a minute. A mother had let her kids and some of their friends tie her up as part of a game. There was no sex or violence or intimidation; it was nothing but innocent fun. Regina wondered what she would do in the same situation. She didn’t have to wonder for long.

A hand clamped over her mouth. She instinctively reached up to remove it. Her assailant grabbed her left hand as it came up; she grabbed the hand silencing her with her right. She was about to try to pull it away when she realized it was Charlie. If this had happened at any other time she would be kicking and screaming by now but after seeing what she had just discovered she knew what was happening.

She placed her hand on his but made no attempt to remove it. In a deep false voice Charlie said ‘Don’t struggle and everything will be okay.’ She nodded her head in agreement. ‘Don’t make a sound’ he demanded. She nodded again. He removed his hand from her mouth but cautiously kept it only an inch away. She kept her hand on his.

‘We need to talk about this’ she said. ‘I don’t want to talk’ blurted out Charlie ‘I need to finish what I’ve started.’ ‘But you haven’t really started anything yet’ she reasoned ‘let’s pause for a moment before this goes too far. You need to think this through before you make a serious mistake.’

‘I have thought this through. I’ve been thinking about it for years. I’ve been too afraid to say or do anything until now and I’ve kept it a secret. Now that you know my secret I need to do this. Even if it’s only once in my life I have to know how it feels to do it and not just to think about it.’

His voice touched her heart. Ever since he was a child he had spoken in two voices. One was for the rest of the world; one was just for her. Others couldn’t tell the difference but she knew instantly. Whenever he shared special moments with her he used his “mommy voice”. She heard it when she took him to the zoo; when she took him to see Santa at the mall; when she held his hand the first day of school. It was the way he spoke to her when he was truly happy.

The hand in front of her face was trembling. He was standing behind her so she couldn’t see his face. She couldn’t tell if the shaking was from excitement or fear; probably equal parts of both she thought.

Then his voice melted her heart.

‘Play with me mommy? Please.’

It had been years since she had heard those words and she missed them. It was a part of watching her kids growing up that she hated. Their attention shifted from family to friends; their activities evolved from childish games to more mature pursuits. As they began to mature they had begun to leave fun behind.

‘Please.’

She let go of the hand that had gagged her. He let go of her other hand. ‘Let’s play’ she said as a single tear welled up in the corner of her eye.

‘Don’t be afraid’ he said as he resumed his new persona ‘I am kidnapping you and once the ransom is paid you will be released unharmed.’

She sat waiting to see what would happen next. To say she was surprised would be an understatement. His hands passed over her head and held something in front of her face. It was a leather strap with a red rubber ball in the middle. She had no idea what it was and exclaimed ‘What the hell is that!’

‘It’s a ball gag’ replied Charlie as he broke character ‘I saw one on the internet and it looked really cool so I made one in shop class at school. The teacher let me use the classroom on my lunch hour. I used one of your belts, I hope you don’t mind, and a ball from Wal-Mart.’ ‘You don’t have to gag me’ she said ‘I promise I won’t scream for help.’

Charlie couldn’t control it; he wasn’t even aware that he was doing it. It was how she could tell when he really wanted something. He said ‘but it’s part of the game’ in his “mommy voice”.

She opened her mouth and he gently pushed it in. He wasn’t quite so gentle when he buckled up the strap and when he was done it was rather tight. Then his hands went over her head again and the room went dark. He had blindfolded her. Her first reaction was to try to remove it but when her fingertips touched it she stopped. She knew what it was.

Her favorite scarf was long, black and silk with fringes dangling from the ends. She could feel the cool silk on her fingers and against her face. She could feel the fringes brushing the back of her neck as he knotted it into place. Whenever she wore it she carefully folded it up and put it into a drawer in the bedroom. The fact that he had known where to find it showed her the amount of planning that had gone into this.

He asked her to turn sideways on the chair and she complied. He tied her hands behind her. Charlie was meticulous as he wrapped the thin white cord around her wrists. Each wrap was snug, straight and tight against the previous one. After six wraps he cinched it three times and made a neat reef knot. It was perfect. It had to be; he wasn’t going to settle for anything less.

Then he tied her elbows back with the same precision. He would have liked them to touch like the girls on the internet but mom wasn’t that flexible anymore. Went she gave a little “mmph” he backed off ever so slightly and finished.

As he tied her elbows the realization of what was happening to her finally sunk in. A dozen questions began to bounce around inside her head. Some could wait until later but a few she needed answers to now. She asked him ‘Should I struggle?’

He heard “Shuh uuh wah-waa?” Regina thought “that was pretty dumb; I’m gagged. She tried again thinking that speaking slower and more deliberately might work; “Shuuuhh…uuuhh….wwaahh-wwaaa?” Not much better she decided; how about louder. “SHUH UUH WAH-WAA?”

Charlie knew that he should tell her it was a waste of time to speak but he didn’t. He had read about gag-talk but had never heard it before. He liked it. As far as he was concerned she could go on all day if she wanted to. He told her ‘That was nice mom; I liked the third one the best.’

She gave a muffed groan out of frustration “Aaahhhh!” He said ‘That one I didn’t like so much.’ From deep in her throat she growled in defeat “Eeerrrr!” ‘That’s my favorite’ exclaimed Charlie.

He stood in front of her and for the first time saw the gag he had made. The red of her lipstick was a perfect match for the red of the ball. Her lips looked fantastic wrapped around it with just a hint of her teeth biting into it; the contrast of the black straps against her pale skin. It was everything he imagined it would be. He asked her to stand and then he guided his sightless captive to his room.

He sat her on the end of his bed. He gave her ankles the same consideration he had shown her wrists and in a minute they were restrained with another perfect tie. One more rope below her knees and she was done to his satisfaction.

Throughout the entire capture Regina could not believe how efficiently he had performed each task. He had obviously been preparing for some time.

With surprising strength he pushed her back a bit more onto the bed and then took her by the ankles. He lifted her legs onto the bed and rolled her onto her side. Then he tied her ankles to her wrists.

‘You are now in the trunk of my car’ told her ‘don’t be afraid, it’s only a short drive.’ She could feel him covering her with a blanket. It was the closing of the trunk. She could hear him walk away and then the clicking of his mouse. The sound of a car making its way through traffic filled the room. He had thought of everything. She was amazed at what one could find on the internet.

Being bound, gagged and blind did not prevent her from being aware of what was happening around her. Regina amazed herself at what she could learn just from listening carefully. Over the sound of the auto she could hear the desk chair being rolled towards the bed and then footsteps leaving the bedroom. In a few seconds there was a thump. She recognized the sound. Charlie had gotten a chair from the kitchen and carelessly banged it against the door frame when he returned to the bedroom.

He dropped it a little too heavily as he put it down and then she cringed as it scraped across the floor as he pushed it. “That better not leave scratches” she thought. The car came to a stop and the motor switched off.

The blanket was pulled off and then he untied the cord that had kept her curled up on the bed. He helped her to sit up and then slid her off of the bed onto the desk chair. She knew then that he had thought of everything. He had adjusted the chair height to its highest setting; her feet couldn’t reach the floor. He really was keeping her helpless.

‘Now it’s time to take a nice picture for the ransom note’ he told her. Charlie took a picture with his phone and sent it to his computer.

When he opened it up and saw it full size he was thrilled. It looked fantastic. He looked at it and then at her. He looked at it again and then back to her. His buddies liked to tease him about his “hot mom”. He thought they were just trying to piss him off. He knew now that they weren’t trying to piss him off; they were just telling the truth. When he looked at her in the chair he saw his mom. When he looked at his computer it was like looking at a stranger; a really good looking stranger.

Even with the gag and the blindfold hiding most of her face the rest of her was attractive. Her hair as usual was done up and would have looked pretty had he not squashed it with the strap and the scarf. He had seen the dress before, he even remembered complimenting her once when she had worn it, but today it didn’t look the same. It made her look like a different person as it embraced her breasts and her waist and her hips. He couldn’t recall ever having noticed her legs before but the shoes and stockings drew his attention and he felt uncomfortable about staring.

He snapped out of his daydream when he realized that he couldn’t see her face in the picture. It wouldn’t be much of a ransom note if the victim couldn’t be recognized. Her blindfold was removed and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. When her vision cleared she sat facing a figure dressed all in black with a balaclava covering his face. He shot another photo.

He turned back to the computer and continued with the kidnapping. He finally had his own “damsel in distress”. He forgot about his captive as he excitedly began to work on the ransom note. She watched and was impressed by his intensity. She had seen this look on his face before. It was a look he only had when he was doing something that he really loved.

He imported the picture into his photo manipulator program to add text to it. Before he continued he picked up his phone again. She watched as he flipped through a few menus and then sent out a text. It was the first time since she had agreed to be Charlie's damsel that she was beginning to have doubts that she had made the right choice. Did he just send that photo to some of his friends? Worse yet did he invite them to come over and see her like this?

She was in no position to question him and so far he had been sensible. She was going to have to believe that all was not as she feared. He put down his phone and continued on the note. She had never seen him be such a perfectionist until today. First it was the care he took in tying her, and then it was the degree to which he had planned this abduction and now it was the note. He deleted several versions that didn’t please him and it was fifteen minutes before he was happy with his efforts.

He turned to her and was about to say something when the doorbell rang. A wave of panic rippled through her. Was it his friends? Without a word he stood and blindfolded her again. Then he tied her to the chair with another rope around her chest just below her breasts. A second rope from her ankles to the post of the chair pulled her feet back even further from the floor. The doorbell rang again. He left the room.

She called out “Wha ah ooh oo-eeh?” (What are you doing?) He smiled at the sound and continued out.

She sat completely helpless; distressed by the thought of what was to happen next. He was gone about five minutes which is a long time for someone in her paranoid mental condition. She imagined every possible outcome of her plight except for one.

When he re-entered the room it was her nose and not her ears that informed her of his intentions. The smell of hot pizza and barbecued wings filled the air. In her present condition she had been unable to put supper on to cook. When he realized that he ordered supper for them online.

He put the food on the desk and removed her blindfold and gag. She told him her legs were starting to cramp and he took off the rope that held her ankles back. Then he lowered the chair until her feet came to rest on the floor. He went to untie the rope that held her to the chair.

‘Stop’ she said ‘I don’t want to be one to tell you your business but I can’t be trusted. If my hands are free to eat what is to say I’m not going to attack you with a hot slice of pizza or hit you over the head with a wing?’

His smile beamed out from the opening in the balaclava. His mom was playing the game with him and it was like he was five years old again. He rolled her closer to the desk and he fed her. They laughed as he made a mess while trying to feed himself with the mask on his face. She remarked that their adventure had started as a result of her having done laundry and now she needed to do more.

When they were done he wiped the sauce from the corners of her mouth and told her ‘I have to go out again for a minute.’ He gagged her but left the blindfold off. He placed her in front of the computer and asked her to take a look at the ransom note. ‘When I get back let me know what you think of it.’

She examined his work and approved; it was well done. The text was done in the fashion of a note that been assembled from letters cut out of a magazine. The photo caught her attention. With her arms pulled back by the rope around her elbows it made her boobs look bigger. Also her skirt was riding up a bit and she was showing a bit more leg than usual. Thankfully he hadn’t invited his friends over. More than once she had noticed them checking out her bosom and she didn’t need them seeing her like this.

Then she looked up at the work he had done on his bulletin board. Pictures of his favorite bands and musicians dominated the collage but here and there were a few that stood out. She knew that he watched a show on TV called One Tree Hill but didn’t know he was such a fan until she saw it featured among the photos.

The show starred several attractive young women but to Regina’s surprise the only woman on the board was an actress that played the mother of one of the characters. At the bottom of one of the pictures was her name, Barbara Alyn Woods. There were several photos of her on the board.

Regina knew her from the show but there was something else familiar about her that she just couldn’t figure out. She looked from picture to picture until she noticed one that appeared to be taken at an awards show. In it the actress was wearing a dress that was just about identical to the one that Regina was wearing. Other than the color being different it could be the same dress.

There was still something that nagged her about this woman. What was it she thought? Then it occurred to her. The face looking back at her from the photos was hers. Not just that of a passing resemblance but an almost identical match. Regina and this Barbara Alyn Woods could be sisters. She looked from picture to picture; it was like looking into a mirror.

She had always been pleased to think of herself as having above average looks but to now realize that she could be the twin of this glamorous star made her smile. Or she would have smiled had she not been gagged. The novelty of it amused her and she scanned through Charlie’s collection looking for more images of her duplicate.

What she found stunned her. There were two grainy photos that she recognized as screen captures; pictures taken from a video. A small dim image showed Barbara in a chair with her hands bound behind her. Regina recognized it from a Disney TV show she had watched with the boys. A second image shocked her. It was a dark photo of two women, one of them Barbara, bound to chairs back to back. They were gagged and blindfolded. It had a sinister appearance, not Disney at all.

It started her thinking. First she found photos of a woman that looked like her on her son’s bulletin board. Had he noticed the resemblance? Now she found photos of this woman bound to a chair just like she was. Blindfolded and gagged just like she was. It sent a chill through her. Maybe she didn’t know Charlie as well as she thought she did.

When he returned he had a tray with the birthday cake, two plates, two forks and matches to light the candles. He put it on the desk and sat beside her. He lit the candles and removed her gag. ‘Help me blow them out’ he said. That’s when she noticed that the perfect circle of fourteen candles she had made had one more added in the center. ‘Why the fifteenth candle?’ she asked. ‘That’s for you for giving me the best birthday ever’ he replied.

She was so happy she could have hugged him if she wasn’t tied to a chair. His comment pushed her doubts to the back of her mind and she took a deep breath. He counted to three and they blew out the candles. ‘I know that you’re not supposed to tell anyone but what did you wish for?’ she asked. ‘I didn’t wish for anything’ he said in a subdued voice ‘I already had my wish come true thanks to you.’

She fought back tears as he sliced the cake but when he cut only one big slice to share with her the fountains opened up. He hugged her and cried a little too. He offered to untie her but she said that they should eat the cake first. Since she had made it he could consider the cake her ransom. He said she overpaid because he had only asked for one million.

After the cake was gone and the tears had stopped the game was over and he untied her. She asked him to email her a copy of the ransom note as a keepsake of their “game”. She said ‘I’m going to fix my make-up. Your fancy gag messed up my lipstick and my tears ruined the rest. Meet me downstairs in half an hour and we will have movie night like we planned.’

She turned to leave but then turned back. She put her finger on the Disney picture and said ‘We’ve seen this before haven’t we?’ He nodded “yes”. Then she put her finger on the other picture. ‘Do you have a copy of this one?’ He looked down and in a meek voice said ‘Yes.’

‘We are going to watch it tonight’ she said in a serious tone ‘and afterwards we are going to talk about the difference between them. If you’re going to pursue this new hobby of yours we are going to have to establish some limits.’ He nodded in agreement but couldn’t look her in the eye.

She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable when he was so happy so she didn’t mention the resemblance between her and his pin-up girl. That was something that they could deal with later. For now she was just happy that her son needed her again. Some people may have called what she had done over-compensation but to her it was just a mother making her little boy’s dream come true.

As she sat in front of the mirror touching up her make-up two thoughts crossed her mind. First of all she smiled as she looked at herself knowing that she looked like a movie star. She was going to have to get onto the internet and Google images of Barbara to get some fashion ideas. Secondly, while she was on the net, she was going to have to come up with a title. A Captured Mother was already taken but she was thinking that Charlie’s Damsel had a nice feel to it. Or maybe it might be more accurate to call it Charlie’s Damsel Part One.
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Re: Charlie`s Damsel

Postby LordNelson » Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:16 am

Charlie knew that he should tell her it was a waste of time to speak but he didn’t. He had read about gag-talk but had never heard it before. He liked it. As far as he was concerned she could go on all day if she wanted to. He told her ‘That was nice mom; I liked the third one the best.’

She gave a muffed groan out of frustration “Aaahhhh!” He said ‘That one I didn’t like so much.’ From deep in her throat she growled in defeat “Eeerrrr!” ‘That’s my favorite’ exclaimed Charlie.

He stood in front of her and for the first time saw the gag he had made. The red of her lipstick was a perfect match for the red of the ball. Her lips looked fantastic wrapped around it with just a hint of her teeth biting into it; the contrast of the black straps against her pale skin. It was everything he imagined it would be. He asked her to stand and then he guided his sightless captive to his room.

He sat her on the end of his bed. He gave her ankles the same consideration he had shown her wrists and in a minute they were restrained with another perfect tie. One more rope below her knees and she was done to his satisfaction.

Throughout the entire capture Regina could not believe how efficiently he had performed each task. He had obviously been preparing for some time.

With surprising strength he pushed her back a bit more onto the bed and then took her by the ankles. He lifted her legs onto the bed and rolled her onto her side. Then he tied her ankles to her wrists.

‘You are now in the trunk of my car’ told her ‘don’t be afraid, it’s only a short drive.’ She could feel him covering her with a blanket. It was the closing of the trunk. She could hear him walk away and then the clicking of his mouse. The sound of a car making its way through traffic filled the room. He had thought of everything. She was amazed at what one could find on the internet.

Being bound, gagged and blind did not prevent her from being aware of what was happening around her. Regina amazed herself at what she could learn just from listening carefully. Over the sound of the auto she could hear the desk chair being rolled towards the bed and then footsteps leaving the bedroom. In a few seconds there was a thump. She recognized the sound. Charlie had gotten a chair from the kitchen and carelessly banged it against the door frame when he returned to the bedroom.

He dropped it a little too heavily as he put it down and then she cringed as it scraped across the floor as he pushed it. “That better not leave scratches” she thought. The car came to a stop and the motor switched off.

The blanket was pulled off and then he untied the cord that had kept her curled up on the bed. He helped her to sit up and then slid her off of the bed onto the desk chair. She knew then that he had thought of everything. He had adjusted the chair height to its highest setting; her feet couldn’t reach the floor. He really was keeping her helpless.

‘Now it’s time to take a nice picture for the ransom note’ he told her. Charlie took a picture with his phone and sent it to his computer.

When he opened it up and saw it full size he was thrilled. It looked fantastic. He looked at it and then at her. He looked at it again and then back to her. His buddies liked to tease him about his “hot mom”. He thought they were just trying to piss him off. He knew now that they weren’t trying to piss him off; they were just telling the truth. When he looked at her in the chair he saw his mom. When he looked at his computer it was like looking at a stranger; a really good looking stranger.

Even with the gag and the blindfold hiding most of her face the rest of her was attractive. Her hair as usual was done up and would have looked pretty had he not squashed it with the strap and the scarf. He had seen the dress before, he even remembered complimenting her once when she had worn it, but today it didn’t look the same. It made her look like a different person as it embraced her breasts and her waist and her hips. He couldn’t recall ever having noticed her legs before but the shoes and stockings drew his attention and he felt uncomfortable about staring.

He snapped out of his daydream when he realized that he couldn’t see her face in the picture. It wouldn’t be much of a ransom note if the victim couldn’t be recognized. Her blindfold was removed and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. When her vision cleared she sat facing a figure dressed all in black with a balaclava covering his face. He shot another photo.

He turned back to the computer and continued with the kidnapping. He finally had his own “damsel in distress”. He forgot about his captive as he excitedly began to work on the ransom note. She watched and was impressed by his intensity. She had seen this look on his face before. It was a look he only had when he was doing something that he really loved.

He imported the picture into his photo manipulator program to add text to it. Before he continued he picked up his phone again. She watched as he flipped through a few menus and then sent out a text. It was the first time since she had agreed to be Charlie's damsel that she was beginning to have doubts that she had made the right choice. Did he just send that photo to some of his friends? Worse yet did he invite them to come over and see her like this?

She was in no position to question him and so far he had been sensible. She was going to have to believe that all was not as she feared. He put down his phone and continued on the note. She had never seen him be such a perfectionist until today. First it was the care he took in tying her, and then it was the degree to which he had planned this abduction and now it was the note. He deleted several versions that didn’t please him and it was fifteen minutes before he was happy with his efforts.

He turned to her and was about to say something when the doorbell rang. A wave of panic rippled through her. Was it his friends? Without a word he stood and blindfolded her again. Then he tied her to the chair with another rope around her chest just below her breasts. A second rope from her ankles to the post of the chair pulled her feet back even further from the floor. The doorbell rang again. He left the room.

She called out “Wha ah ooh oo-eeh?” (What are you doing?) He smiled at the sound and continued out.

She sat completely helpless; distressed by the thought of what was to happen next. He was gone about five minutes which is a long time for someone in her paranoid mental condition. She imagined every possible outcome of her plight except for one.

When he re-entered the room it was her nose and not her ears that informed her of his intentions. The smell of hot pizza and barbecued wings filled the air. In her present condition she had been unable to put supper on to cook. When he realized that he ordered supper for them online.

He put the food on the desk and removed her blindfold and gag. She told him her legs were starting to cramp and he took off the rope that held her ankles back. Then he lowered the chair until her feet came to rest on the floor. He went to untie the rope that held her to the chair.

‘Stop’ she said ‘I don’t want to be one to tell you your business but I can’t be trusted. If my hands are free to eat what is to say I’m not going to attack you with a hot slice of pizza or hit you over the head with a wing?’

His smile beamed out from the opening in the balaclava. His mom was playing the game with him and it was like he was five years old again. He rolled her closer to the desk and he fed her. They laughed as he made a mess while trying to feed himself with the mask on his face. She remarked that their adventure had started as a result of her having done laundry and now she needed to do more.

When they were done he wiped the sauce from the corners of her mouth and told her ‘I have to go out again for a minute.’ He gagged her but left the blindfold off. He placed her in front of the computer and asked her to take a look at the ransom note. ‘When I get back let me know what you think of it.’

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She examined his work and approved; it was well done. The text was done in the fashion of a note that been assembled from letters cut out of a magazine. The photo caught her attention. With her arms pulled back by the rope around her elbows it made her boobs look bigger. Also her skirt was riding up a bit and she was showing a bit more leg than usual. Thankfully he hadn’t invited his friends over. More than once she had noticed them checking out her bosom and she didn’t need them seeing her like this.

Then she looked up at the work he had done on his bulletin board. Pictures of his favorite bands and musicians dominated the collage but here and there were a few that stood out. She knew that he watched a show on TV called One Tree Hill but didn’t know he was such a fan until she saw it featured among the photos.

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The show starred several attractive young women but to Regina’s surprise the only woman on the board was an actress that played the mother of one of the characters. At the bottom of one of the pictures was her name, Barbara Alyn Woods. There were several photos of her on the board.

Regina knew her from the show but there was something else familiar about her that she just couldn’t figure out. She looked from picture to picture until she noticed one that appeared to be taken at an awards show. In it the actress was wearing a dress that was just about identical to the one that Regina was wearing. Other than the color being different it could be the same dress.


There was still something that nagged her about this woman. What was it she thought? Then it occurred to her. The face looking back at her from the photos was hers. Not just that of a passing resemblance but an almost identical match. Regina and this Barbara Alyn Woods could be sisters. She looked from picture to picture; it was like looking into a mirror.

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She had always been pleased to think of herself as having above average looks but to now realize that she could be the twin of this glamorous star made her smile. Or she would have smiled had she not been gagged. The novelty of it amused her and she scanned through Charlie’s collection looking for more images of her duplicate.

What she found stunned her. There were two grainy photos that she recognized as screen captures; pictures taken from a video. A small dim image showed Barbara in a chair with her hands bound behind her. Regina recognized it from a Disney TV show she had watched with the boys. A second image shocked her. It was a dark photo of two women, one of them Barbara, bound to chairs back to back. They were gagged and blindfolded. It had a sinister appearance, not Disney at all.

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It started her thinking. First she found photos of a woman that looked like her on her son’s bulletin board. Had he noticed the resemblance? Now she found photos of this woman bound to a chair just like she was. Blindfolded and gagged just like she was. It sent a chill through her. Maybe she didn’t know Charlie as well as she thought she did.

When he returned he had a tray with the birthday cake, two plates, two forks and matches to light the candles. He put it on the desk and sat beside her. He lit the candles and removed her gag. ‘Help me blow them out’ he said. That’s when she noticed that the perfect circle of fourteen candles she had made had one more added in the center. ‘Why the fifteenth candle?’ she asked. ‘That’s for you for giving me the best birthday ever’ he replied.

She was so happy she could have hugged him if she wasn’t tied to a chair. His comment pushed her doubts to the back of her mind and she took a deep breath. He counted to three and they blew out the candles. ‘I know that you’re not supposed to tell anyone but what did you wish for?’ she asked. ‘I didn’t wish for anything’ he said in a subdued voice ‘I already had my wish come true thanks to you.’

She fought back tears as he sliced the cake but when he cut only one big slice to share with her the fountains opened up. He hugged her and cried a little too. He offered to untie her but she said that they should eat the cake first. Since she had made it he could consider the cake her ransom. He said she overpaid because he had only asked for one million.

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After the cake was gone and the tears had stopped the game was over and he untied her. She asked him to email her a copy of the ransom note as a keepsake of their “game”. She said ‘I’m going to fix my make-up. Your fancy gag messed up my lipstick and my tears ruined the rest. Meet me downstairs in half an hour and we will have movie night like we planned.’

She turned to leave but then turned back. She put her finger on the Disney picture and said ‘We’ve seen this before haven’t we?’ He nodded “yes”. Then she put her finger on the other picture. ‘Do you have a copy of this one?’ He looked down and in a meek voice said ‘Yes.’

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‘We are going to watch it tonight’ she said in a serious tone ‘and afterwards we are going to talk about the difference between them. If you’re going to pursue this new hobby of yours we are going to have to establish some limits.’ He nodded in agreement but couldn’t look her in the eye.

She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable when he was so happy so she didn’t mention the resemblance between her and his pin-up girl. That was something that they could deal with later. For now she was just happy that her son needed her again. Some people may have called what she had done over-compensation but to her it was just a mother making her little boy’s dream come true.

As she sat in front of the mirror touching up her make-up two thoughts crossed her mind. First of all she smiled as she looked at herself knowing that she looked like a movie star. She was going to have to get onto the internet and Google images of Barbara to get some fashion ideas. Secondly, while she was on the net, she was going to have to come up with a title. A Captured Mother was already taken but she was thinking that Charlie’s Damsel had a nice feel to it. Or maybe it might be more accurate to call it Charlie’s Damsel Part One.

Re: Charlie`s Damsel

Postby Jane » Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:33 am

Great story!!! Wonderfully written. Hats off to you. Interesting to note that the mom in the story and i share the same name!!

Re: Charlie`s Damsel

Postby LordNelson » Fri Mar 07, 2014 4:48 pm

Actually Jane was just a generic name for the rough draft (like Jane Doe). In the final version the name became Regina. When I posted it I had missed changing it in a few places. Your timing must have been perfect to see it because I corrected it within a few minutes.

LordNelson

Re: Charlie`s Damsel

Postby LordNelson » Wed Mar 12, 2014 4:49 pm

This story was written for Charlie at his request. I would like to thank him for his help. When I had questions he answered them and when I went off in the wrong direction he steered me back. I wanted this story to be as accurate as it could be so that it had real meaning for him. After several attempts he finally approved this version and honored me by asking me to continue with a follow up story. I am hoping it is the start of a long and creative collaboration.

LordNelson