## Vanessa

Post by lasse672000 » Mon Oct 08, 2012 3:38 am

15-year old Vanessa looked up at her captor, with as much love as laughter in her eyes, which were big and brown. She had a coffee-and-cream coloured complexion, and masses and masses of curly, long, dark brown hair. She was dressed in a pair of cream-coloured, woolly tights, and a long-sleeved leotard, as yellow as freshly made butter.
She sat against the wall of the gym, her chin resting against her knees. The knees were tied together, as were her ankles. Her wrists had been snugly tied together in front of her shins, like an X.
She had been gagged by a big handkerchief shoved in her mouth, which was held in place by bandages and sticky tape. That meant she was unable to speak. A long rope had been tied around her, forcing her to sit in this rather uncomfortable position.
There were other girls sitting there as well, but they had had to tie each other up. She was the only one that HE personally had tied up, so she was confident it was a job well done. She had already been forced to alert him that some of the other girls were so badly tied up, that they were almost free. He had retied them, and given her an appreciative pat on the head, or a gentle stroke down her cheek, mumbling “Good girl”.
She could tell by the looks she was given by the others, that she wasn’t about to win any popularity contests, of any sort, any time soon, but she didn’t care. She had been tied up by the most handsome man this side of the Atlantic, and that was all she needed at the moment.
She sighed deeply and looked at him again. He was about twice her age, 1 meter 85 tall, and weighed about 80 kilos, she guessed. From what she could see, his body was all muscles, not a gram of fat where it shouldn’t be.
He had blonde hair and green eyes, and his complexion was dark, not by birth as hers was, but from him being out in the sun so much.
He was dressed in a pair of trousers and a shirt, all of it in denim. He had a handkerchief tied around his neck, and a pair of sunglasses, which he had placed on top of his head.
He had introduced himself as “Nick”; a name Vanessa thought was kind of cute, and which suited him.
Suddenly, his cell-phone rang. He answered it, said: “OK, fine. We’re on our way,” switched it off and put it back in his inside pocket, with an elegant flick of the wrist.
He looked carefully at the assembled girls, as if searching for something. His searching eyes finally came across Vanessa. He started walking towards her, flicking open a big jack knife.
He cut the rope around her ankles and the one pressing her knees against her body, leaving her hands tied behind her back, and her knees tied together. He grabbed one of her arms, started gently pulling, and she started hobbling out the door. He leaned towards her, and whispered in her ear:
”What’s the matter with you? Are you in love, or something?”
She breathed in the sweet mixture of his after shave and hair oil coming from behind his ear, and nodded.
“Ooh!” he said. “And who’s the lucky one?”
She looked him deeply in the eyes, as if saying:”You are. You are always the lucky one. And I think you know it.”
He raised an eyebrow, and prepared to say something. He was interrupted by a banged up old car, which stopped in front of them. The trunk was opened and she was pushed inside. The lid closed, and the car started again.
Back at the “Den”, as Nick called it, Vanessa’s gag was removed, but not the rest of her bonds, and she sat down by the table, with the rest of the gang. “Come on, tell me! How much did we get?” she asked.
She started jumping up and down with joy, when she heard how much they had succeeded in stealing this time.
Later that night, when Nick had tied her ankles and wrists to the corners of the bed, blindfolded her and put plugs in her ears, as he always did, she started thinking about when it had started:
She had been 13 at the time; a tiny, self-effacing girl, neither belonging to any of the groups that had formed at school (not even, to her dismay, the chess-club), nor charismatic enough to form her own.
One day, he had stormed in, interrupting an all-girl’s PE-class, much as he done now, tied the girls up, waited for a call, grabbed her arm and hauled her away. Since then, nearly all the clothes in her wardrobe were leotards, both spaghetti-strapped and ¾ -length arms and pantyhose. To be fair, there were some t-shirts, blouses, skirts, knee- as well as ankle-length, shorts and trousers.
The first few months, she had been held purely captive, confined to a cell in the basement of an abandoned house. Gradually, she had started showing Nick and the others, that she was trust-worthy. She had even shown a keen interest in fine-tuning the gang’s plans. Her constant questioning of every little detail, soon made them even more successfully thought out, than they already were.
“As long as I’m a part of your plans,” she had said on more than one occasion, “they simply cannot go wrong!” Vanessa and the boys had started robbing all sorts of gyms, mostly public. Robbing a school-gym, meant introducing her into a new class, and that was always such a long and cumbersome process. Everyone in the room was always tied up, but she was, naturally, always the one being taken hostage. Thus far, they had taken well over a million, they reckoned.
The fact that she spent most of her time tied up, even when not being held “hostage”, was her own idea. Nick had not wanted to keep her tied up, once she had started helping them, but she started nagging him, and the others so much, they kept her that way, just to keep her quiet. Nowadays, she felt very uncomfortable and naked, as soon she had to go anywhere and not have at least one part of her body shackled. To remedy that, Nick had installed handcuffs in the pockets of all her coats and snow-suits. If she wore a skirt, which she almost always did in the spring, summer and autumn, she could at least have her knees cuffed together. That meant she could still walk, but only with small steps.
As the house was quite secluded, Vanessa suggested that Nick maybe could order two of the members to put two poles in the lawn in the back of the house.
Holes were dug, and concrete poured into them, so now the poles were almost impossible to move. Between them, a line was put up.
The line and poles served two purposes, really; one was so they had somewhere to hang their laundry, and the other one was so that Vanessa could be tied to one of the poles, or have a chain run, in a loop, from the a belt around her waist and to the line. That way, she could spend even more time being tied up and, at the same time, get some exercise even when she wasn’t in any gym. Even if she wasn’t doing any exercises, she would still be out in the sun.
As I told you, she had grown so accustomed to being restrained, one way or another, so when she had been forced to go back and live with her family, which had happened a few times, she hated the feeling of not having ropes or chains on her body. She, therefore, always ran back to Nick and the gang, at the first available opportunity.
After having brought her back home several times, her parents relented and let her stay.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Vanessa

Post by xtc » Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:22 am

How logical!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Vanessa

Post by bound-black-girl lover » Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:40 am

Love the fact that the bound-and-gagged damsel has a "coffee-and-cream coloured complexion"!

### Re: Vanessa

Post by lasse672000 » Mon Oct 08, 2012 12:05 pm

Vanessa was cranky. She had really been looking forward to the gang’s next heist. They were going to rob one of the most snobbish gyms in town, but sadly, she couldn’t be a part of it. She had a high fever and was confined to bed. Just before the others left, Nick came to see how she was.
“How do you think, I am?” she snapped. “You’re off having fun, while I’m stuck here!” and adding, now being close to tears: “It’s not fair!” She would have stomped her feet like a little girl, if her body hadn’t trapped in a tight fleece-pouch from head to toe, to keep her warm. The pouch had arms, but she couldn’t use her hands, as they were balled up, and covered in fabric as well. They had constructed the pouch that way, so she wouldn’t be able to zip it open and get out of it, without help.
“Of course it isn’t!” he said, with a gentle smile. “To make it up to you, I’ll tie you any way you want to, when we get back. OK?”
The heist went as smoothly as ever, and when they came back, they carried several heavy bags. Nick also had a wheel-chair, with straps all over it. There were straps on the arm-rests and at ankle-height. There were even some belts, which went over the occupant’s shoulders and to a clasp in the belt that went around the waist, and a small one that came up between the legs. There was a final one attached to the head-rest.
Nick helped her out of the pouch, off the bed, and to sit down in the chair, and started fastening all the straps. When he was done, all she could move were her eyes and hands. When Nick saw that, he went over to a cupboard and took out a pair of thumb-less, pink mittens, which he locked in place over her hands, with some small straps and padlocks.
“Do you still feel miserable?” he asked.
She looked down on her body. In addition to the straps, she was dressed in a pink, one piece pyjamas and had thick, pink socks on her feet. She tried to move, and when she found she could move her shoulders a bit, she asked him to tighten those straps a bit more. Then, she said with a broad smile:” Now, I’m a happy girl again!” She looked deep into his eyes and asked:” For as long as I’m ill, can’t you strap me to this chair, during the day? Please!”
He looked at her. “Sure! Whatever keeps you happy, love. Now, we’ve got to start planning our next heist. We’d better start early, as I think we should hit another town. We’re starting to be a bit too well-known around here, for my liking.”
They all agreed on robbing a bank, situated in a town, a couple of hours drive away.
“And I suppose you want me to stay behind this time, too?” Vanessa said, in a bitter voice.
“As a matter of fact, she might come in very handy, sitting in that wheel-chair.” Andy, one of the gang members said, holding up one hand. “Here’s a thought I just had, please tell if anyone thinks it can’t be done. What if we use her as kind of a lookout? Just position her in a spot where she can see both street-corners clearly! She’d be perfect. No one would give a person in a wheelchair a second look! She could even wear a microphone, to tell us if, or when, the cops arrive! We could wrap a scarf around her neck to hide it. What do you say?” That question was clearly directed to each and everyone in the room, except the person he was talking about. No prizes for guessing who thought it was a VERY bad idea, and whose vote no one took any notice of.
Thus overruled, a couple of weeks later she was lifted, wheelchair and all, out of the back of a minivan, and placed on the street-corner, near a major bank. She had long since recovered from her illness, but had grown to like being strapped in the wheelchair so much she simply, somehow, had to squeeze that into her already quite full schedule.
Any way: she had an excellent view of the street, and as it was quite early, there weren’t many people out shopping, which could get in her line of sight.
As she sat there, with absolutely nothing happening, she saw a boy she thought she knew from school. Unfortunately, he recognized her as well, and came over for a chat. To get rid of him, she pretended a) not to be able to speak, and b) not to recognize him. Neither of the tactics worked.
He managed to distract her so much though; she almost missed two policemen, slowly walking down the street.
Now, she was between a rock and a hard place! What to do? She couldn’t very well say anything, as she was pretending to be mute, at the same time she had to warn the guys in the bank of the cops, getting closer and closer!
Then, in a stroke of genius, she managed to say the word “cops” into the microphone, but somehow making it sound as if she was sneezing.
The men soon emerged from behind the bank, thankfully not carrying anything that could be identified as belonging to the bank. She almost started laughing nervously, when the cops offered to help lift her into the van!
“Phew! That was a close call, wasn’t it!” she said. “I’m sorry guys, I know I should’ve given you a warning much earlier than I did, but that guy really distracted me! I sure wish he’d end up in a very warm place!”
“No harm done, this time.” Andy said. “But I sure wish we could get a lookout, that wasn’t so easily distracted!”
Nick turned around in his seat with a suddenness and speed that startled everyone.
“I’m getting real sick and tired of you complaining about, or simply ignoring, Vanessa all the time! Now, you either get your act together and acknowledge her presence, or get the hell out of my gang! Is that understood?”
Andy looked down at the floor and nodded. ”Yes, it is.” he sulkily whispered. He sighed deeply, turned to Vanessa, and said:”As I don’t want to be kicked out of the gang, I hope you accept my apologies.”
She replied, with an icy tone in her voice:”Apology accepted, in the spirit with which it was offered.”
“OUCH, Those words must’ve stung! She’s just got herself an enemy there! Come to think of it, so has he!” everyone in the van thought.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Vanessa

Post by lasse672000 » Mon Oct 08, 2012 1:15 pm

> boundfan46 wrote: will she get them to take other hostages???

At the moment I don't know. But she will get one for them. If the new one is as willing a hostage as VAnessa, remains to be seen, though.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Vanessa

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Oct 08, 2012 1:58 pm

Hallo Lasse,
I wish had someone how put me in wheelchair in this way.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Vanessa

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Oct 10, 2012 11:58 am

One day, Nick gave her permission to go into town. She put on a dark brown, ankle-length dress, (which accentuated her slightly lighter complexion in rather a nice way, she thought), and which had many layers of tulle petticoats, and black, woolly pantyhose. Nick locked a pair of leather knee-cuffs on her and a pair of (unconnected) leather cuffs around her wrists, and drove her to town.
They arranged to meet back at the drop-off point (the thrift-shop) two hours later.
Vanessa wandered aimlessly around, just window-shopping, when she met Alexandra. Alexandra was dressed in a pair of denim jeans, and a white, flowery blouse. She had a beige coat casually thrown over her left shoulder, and a pair of leather boots. They knew each other since, like, forever and now they went to a café, on the opposite side of the street, from the thrift shop, and started chatting. As they hadn’t seen each other for a while, they had loads of things to talk about.
“I heard you had been taken hostage!” Alexandra said, in a hoarse, excited voice. “Tell me; how did you manage to escape?”
“Mm, that’s right, I was.” Vanessa solemnly replied, and nodded. “I got away by pretending to help them with their plans. Those sorry asses never realised that I was feeding them incorrect information from the start! You see, they were going to rob a bank, and I told them the plan I had thought out was foolproof! The cops would never, ever, suspect any of them. You should have seen their faces, when the cops came and arrested them, almost immediately! It was quite priceless!”
The girls put their heads together and giggled, as almost every girl their age all over the world do.
They continued chatting, until Vanessa saw Nick’s car stop outside the café. She stood up, and prepared to leave.
“Are you leaving so soon?” Alexandra complained.
“Mm,” Vanessa confirmed, “my ride’s just arrived.”
“I see. Would you mind terribly if I tagged along? I’m curious to see where you live. I actually don’t think I’ve ever been there.” Alexandra said in a pondering voice.
Vanessa took a long, hard look at her friend. ‘Hmm’ she thought, ‘I wonder what she’d make of what I let the boys do to me, and if she’d be willing to...? Nah, I don’t think so. She’d probably go ballistic in a millisecond! She’s way too much of an ordinary girl, and ordinary girls don’t get such thought in their heads. Still, it’s worth a try. You never know!’ She took a deep breath and said:”Sure, why not? But I do have to warn you, Alex; we do things in our house, which might seem a bit offensive to you.”
“Thanks for the warning, Van, but I’m an inquisitive sort of a girl, and it takes a hell of a lot, to make me offended!”
Vanessa puffed up her cheeks, and let the air out slowly, raised her eyebrows, and said. “OK, consider yourself warned, girl! Let’s go.”
They got to the car, and Vanessa introduced Alex to Nick. The three of them sat in the back-seat, Vanessa on the right, Alex on the left, with Nick in the middle.
“It’s a lucky thing this car is so wide!” he puffed. “You two girls, somehow, seem to take up most of the space back here!”
Ignoring his puffs, Vanessa quietly held out her hands for him to cuff together, which he did, without thinking. It was only when he heard Alexandra’s surprised gasp that he seemed to remember her.
“What the ..! Why are you cuffing her hands?” she gasped.
“Because, I want him to.” Vanessa said. “I have cuffs on my knees, too. Wanna see?” She lifted her skirts, just high enough for Alex to see the cuffs.
Instead of being disgusted, which was the reaction Vanessa almost had taken for certain, Alexandra leaned forward, accidentally placing her elbows hard high up on Nicks’ thighs, to get a closer look at all the cuffs.
“You really aren’t easily shocked, are you?” Vanessa said, with a broad smile.
“Nope, I told you I wasn’t. Got any more of those hand-cuffs?”
“Well, yea,” Nick grunted in pain, “but not with me! If you would be so kind as to sit up straight, I could tie your wrists together, instead.”
“Oops! I’m ever so sorry, Nick! I didn’t mean to hurt you. Now, do you want them to be side by side, or crossed?”
“Side by side’s fine with me. Tell me if I’m too rough. I’m so used to Vanessa wanting me to tie her up as snugly as possible, so I’ve kind of lost my touch a little bit.” He took out a piece of rope from one of his pockets
“Oh, I don’t mind a bit of rough! I happen to love rough men!” Alexandra cooed.
Unnoticed by her friend, Vanessa gave her a thoughtful look.
The morning after, Alexandra woke up in a strange room. She panicked bit, when she realized she couldn’t move. Then, she remembered; she had spent almost the entire day being tied to one chair or another. She and Vanessa had been tied to chairs, as soon as they got to the house, and they had had a real heart to heart conversation, about what she could expect. Vanessa had told her that Nick and the boys did just about anything to make her comfortable, and that she had really insisted on being tied, or cuffed, the whole time.
“Sounds like fun,” Alexandra said, “Tomorrow I’ll tell them I want that too!” which rendered her another funny look from Vanessa.
‘The boys’, Vanessa went on, had been reluctant at first, but now they didn’t seem to care anymore. On the contrary, they seemed happy to indulge her, as long as she helped them developing their robber-plans. Vanessa seemed quite pleased with herself, when she told Alexandra that she had helped boost their ‘income’, as she called it, quite considerably.
When it had been time to go to bed, she had borrowed one of Vanessa’s one-piece pyjamas. When she saw Vanessa being restrained in bed, she had asked if she could be too.
Nick quickly put a spare set of straps on the sides of her bed, and strapped her down.
Just before he turned off the light she said:
”Um, Nick? As of tomorrow, please treat me, as you treat Vanessa. After all, we are good friends, and anything she can take, I can take!” Adding:” at least, I think so,” in her mind.
“Are you certain?” both Nick and Vanessa said, at the same time.
“M-hm! Yes, absolutely! Why do you ask?”
“Because” Vanessa explained, “you’ll be restrained, one way or another, pretty much 24/7. Think you can handle that?”
“Sure, I can!” Alexandra said.
“Those are brave words indeed! Nighty night, girls” Nick admiringly said, just before turning out the lights.
“Yes, they are! I just hope I can live up to them. Oh, well, we’ll see tomorrow!” Alexandra thought, just as she drifted off to sleep.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Vanessa

Post by lasse672000 » Thu Oct 11, 2012 1:18 am

They're about the same age, I guess.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Vanessa

Post by Plueschbabycd » Thu Oct 11, 2012 2:53 am

Hallo Lasse nice story I hop only that Alexandra is no undercover cop or if she scan say that Vanessa is a victim with Stockholm syndrome. That mean she get no punishment but goes under psycho-social support form Alexandra and how than Alexandra she tread is an other theme.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Vanessa

Post by lasse672000 » Sat Oct 27, 2012 5:06 am

Later on that morning, Andy managed to have a private word with Alexandra.
He came straight to the point, and asked:
“Has she always been that cocky?”
She looked at him, and innocently asked: “Who do you mean? Vanessa?”
“Yes, of course I mean Vanessa! Who did you think I was talking about? The queen of Sheba?” he said, rather annoyed by her apparent sluggishness.
“Well, I don’t know! Do I? To answer your question: No, in my opinion, she has never been cocky to anyone, and never will be! Why do you ask?”
He told her about the incident in the car, but made it sound as if he had been very friendly, and she had fed Nick lies about him.
“Oh, really?” she said, raising a sarcastic eyebrow. “Because, you see, the rest of the gang’s told me what really happened, and from what they said, you’re lucky to still be here! So, I’d watch my tongue, if I were you!” With that, she sailed away. Nick gave her back a long, hard look. She was dressed in a navy-blue leotard and white woolly pantyhose, and she had her hands cuffed behind her back, and her knees were cuffed too.
When he caught a glimpse of Vanessa, her too being dressed in white, woolly pantyhose, but with a light blue leotard, he made a sour face and left.
No one saw, or heard, him open the door and sneak away.
Later that afternoon, the gang got in the car and went for a recognisance-trip to a nearby town. Vanessa and Alexandra sat in the back; both with their hands cuffed in front of them, and with their knees cuffed, and with a gang-member, Casper, sitting in the middle.
“That’s strange.” Nick noted. “There are cops everywhere! I wonder what’s going on.”
“I don’t know.” Casper said. “Has anyone seen Andy, by the way?”
No one said they had, but Nick assumed he had left to be on his own, for a while. Meanwhile, the girls had started talking to each other.
“Can you two please be quiet? I need to think. Casper, can you please keep them quiet?” he growled.
Casper quickly put rags in their mouths, and tied bandanas around their heads, to silence them.
They drove around for a while longer, but the cops seemed to be way too alert.
Dismayed, they drove home, and sat down around the table.
“I think,” Nick thoughtfully said, “that we should lay low for a while. But we still need cash, don’t we. So I’m open to suggestions. Anyone?” He looked around.
It was the girls, who “saved the day”, if you like. They both started mumbling into their gaggers, and when Nick ordered them to be taken off, they with one mouth, said:
“What if we started a ‘kidnap for fun’ business?” They looked at each other and started laughing.
The boys wanted to know, what they meant and, after having looked at each other, to see who’d go first, Vanessa said;
“Well, we could start spreading a rumour that there’s a new service in town. Something like this: Kids, with their parents’ permission, get ‘kidnapped’ for a couple of days, for a fee of course, if the parents want to do something by themselves. Or, come to think of, the kid want to get away from home, for some reason.
We agree on a pick-up day. We get there, tie the kid up, gag it, put it in our car, drive it here, and give it the time of its’ life! How about it? I am of course talking about teenagers, or at least no one under the age of twelve. How about it?”
The others looked sceptical. “Are you sure that it would work?” Casper said. “Don’t you think we’d get the police knocking down the door and arresting us all, before we’d get a chance to get any money?”
“Mm”, Alexandra agreed,” that is a distinct possibility. But if we do things right, I think it’ll be a pretty remote one.”
The gang agreed to think it over for a couple of days.
That night, when they lay strapped in their beds, Vanessa and Alexandra talked at length about the plan.
“What a coincidence that we had thought out almost the exact same plan! I was just about to suggest it, if you hadn’t. Are you psychic, or something?”Alexandra said.
“No, I’m not,” Vanessa calmly replied, “but I thought it would be a fun thing to try, Don’t you?”
Mm, I do. That way, we, um the gang I mean, can earn money, AND have a good time doing it. I mean, it is fun robbing people and banks, but it isn’t good for your nerves. The constant fear of police, and all that, I mean. This way, we know kids do it because they want to.”
The ad went in all the major newspapers that week. It read:
“Parents! Do you want some time for yourselves? Are you going on a vacation, and don’t want to bring your kids along?
Kids! Do you need some time to cal your own? Do you want to try something new and exciting?
Then call “Kidnap Kids”! We can provide you with all those things. Parents, you can leave your kids with us, knowing they’ll be in safe hands. Kids, you’ll have a great time. So, don’t hesitate! Call us now!”
The ad generated a lot of response, though most kids only came once, maybe twice. Soon the gang had more than enough to do, to keep themselves busy.
One day, there was a knock on the door. It was the police, who had come to arrest them. Andy had gone straight to the police, and eventually had told them everything, in exchange for a lighter sentence.
Almost the entire he gang was arrested, but Alex, Vanessa and Tom managed to sneak out, and vowed to continue, what they had started.
Whazzzz up!.