Captured

Postby Black Satin » Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:05 pm

Lauren left the party through the back entrance. It was getting just a bit too rowdy for her, and Mac had told her to be back at 11.

She walked along the dark alley and shivered. It was cold. She zipped up her jacket to the top and rubbed her hands together.

She turned the corner and began down it. In front of her loomed the Brooklyn Bridge. She crossed it and started walking along the river banks. Even though it was half past ten, there were plenty of people about.

She crossed the street and began up the street Mac’s rented apartment was on. She was passing through a bad area, but this was the only place available. There were broken down shops either side of her. Suddenly..

“LAUREN!” came a shout. She gasped. It had come from inside the CD shop opposite her. It was a girl’s voice. She sounded in trouble.

Lauren hovered for a moment, then her martial arts training kicked in and she walked up to the door.

Easing it open, she peeked in. Row upon row of shelves were in front of her, packed with CDs.

A door at the back she hadn’t noticed before banged shut. She carefully approached it. Behind her, the main door slammed shut and lights flared up. Too late did she realise her mistake.

Two men stood at opposite ends of the room. One raised a gun, and fired.



The teen was unconscious before she hit the ground. The two men approached her. One turned her onto her back with his foot. Satisfied, they knelt down, placing her on her back once more. Several feet of rope appeared and the man carefully wound it around Lauren’s hands behind her back. The second man was busy doing the same to her ankles.

Then, the first man produced two pieces of black cloth. He put one over Lauren’s eyes and the second, he knotted it in the middle and placed it behind her teeth, before tying it behind her head. Then the two men picked the unconscious girl up and took her into the back room and out a side door. A van was waiting. There was a small wooden crate open, ready to be loaded into the back. The two men put Lauren inside and closed the lid. Then the box was lifted into the van and driven away.

The whole thing had taken less then 3 minutes.


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Re: Captured

Postby Kissin' Kate » Mon Jan 05, 2009 5:57 am

Do go on! :D Very well written, and I should know! ^.^
Kissin' Kate
As bitter as honey, as sweet as gall...
I am both Outlaw Kissin' Kate, and Robin, sidekick of BoundGal! Don't worry about the Outlaw bit...I was framed ;)

Re: Captured

Postby Black Satin » Mon Jan 05, 2009 2:48 pm

Alex Parker hit the pause button on the remote control, stopping the film just as the van pulled away, and turned to her friend.

“You know what we should do?” she asked Steph Miller, her friend since national school.

“What?” asked Steph, curiously.

“We should do like the film, and tie one of us up.” replied Alex, playing absent-mindedly with her chestnut brown hair.

“OK..” said Steph, her blue eyes showed uncertainty. “..but which one of us should be tied up?”

In response, Alex jumped out her her chair and into the hall. By the door, she turned around impatiently and beckoned for her friend to follow her. Nervously, Steph did so.

They went upstairs to Steph’s bedroom just as the ancient grandfather clock struck 10.

“Let’s play a game of mercy, and the loser has to do whatever the other one says”, explained Christine.

“Erm, OK” replied Steph.

Alex was wearing a simple t-shirt and tracksuit pants, while Steph was wearing a faded jacket with a blue shirt underneath and jeans.

They locked hands and the game began.

In mercy, the object of the game is to cause your opponent enough pain as for them to admit defeat by saying ‘mercy’. The two girls twisted and turned but eventually Steph lost after Alex managed to savagely twist her arm behind her back.

“hah! I win!” yelled Alex triumphantly.

Steph sighed resignedly.

“Stay here” smiled Alex. “Just need to grab some stuff”.

Steph waited, and after a few minutes, Alex returned with two rolls of blue string and some duct tape.

“Right, take off all your clothes save for your underwear.” said Alex.

Steph shakily brought her hand up to her neck and unzipped the jacket. She threw it on the bed. Next, she undid the top button of her shirt, then the second, then the third, and so on, slowly revealing her white bra and bare stomach. Finally she undid the button of her jeans and slid out of them.

“Right” said Alex, obviously enjoying her friend’s embarrassment. “Lie on the bed”

Steph did so and Alex grabbed her arm. Pulling it above her head, Alex wrapped some of the string around it.

“Jeez” murmured Steph, “does it have to be so tight?”

“Yes” said Alex shortly.

She tied Steph’s arm to the above head-board. She did the same with Steph’s other hand and finally bound her feet to the bottom of the bed.

Next, she ripped off a piece of duct tape and slowly sealed it across Steph’s lips.

Alex then sat on her knees and began tickling her captive, starting with the soles of Steph’s feet and moving up to her stomach until she had her prisoner writhing on the bed, the occasional squeal of laughter getting caught by the gag.

“This is gonna be a long night.” thought Alex, evilly


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Next.. Steph gets revenge!

Re: Captured

Postby bondagefan » Thu Jan 08, 2009 1:55 am

Want to see Steph get revenge.

Re: Captured

Postby ducttapelover » Thu Jan 08, 2009 12:34 pm

keep going this is amazing

Re: Captured

Postby Black Satin » Sat Jan 10, 2009 12:01 pm

Hey all, here's some more:

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after about an hour of being tied up, Steph's arms were screaming in protest. Her whole body was aching from the huge amount of tickling it had been subjected to. Her stomach rose and fell deeply with her heavy breathing

'just need to pop to the bathroom dear, don't go anywhere' said Alex, a cheeky grin on her face.

Steph saw her chance. The minute the bedroom door was closed, she pulled as hard as she could on the string that held her left arm to the bedpost. She'd felt some slack in it earlier but was powerless to take advantage of it. Now she pulled with all her might against it and eventually felt it give. With one arm free, she hurriedly freed her other arm and them her legs. With a yelp that she quickly stifled, she removed the tape.

Steph pulled back on her clothes and grabbed the discarded handcuffs that lay on the ground. Now armed, she stood behind the door and waited....

Re: Captured

Postby SwitchNight » Fri Jan 30, 2009 12:10 am

are you going to keep going?