Jessica's Torment (M/f)

Postby OldTUGger » Sat Apr 18, 2015 5:15 am

This story was written for jessicabound, who wondered what it would be like to be kidnapped from her job and tormented by her kidnapper.


Jessica's Torment
Part I


Keys in hand, purse slung over one shoulder, Jessica backs out of the restaurant’s door.

As she locks the door and turns to leave, she breathes a deep sigh. It has been a grueling shift; too many patrons and an illness-depleted wait staff have made for a long, long evening. She wants nothing more than to walk to her apartment, take a long, hot shower and plant her face into a nice, soft pillow.

She crosses the parking lot and turns onto the sidewalk. Two blocks and I’ll be home…

The hand catches her completely off guard. It shoots out from behind a parked van, covers her mouth and pulls her into the shadows. Adrenaline kicks in, and the tall brunette swings an elbow toward where she supposes her attacker’s face must be. A blade pressed to her throat freezes her in mid-swing.

“Don’t even try it,” comes a gruff voice. He lifts his hand from her mouth.

“Wha-what do you want?” she says, her voice quavering.

“Information.”

Rough hands push her face-first against the van’s rear door. “Stay still and put your hands behind your back.”

She feels a thick zip tie tighten around her wrists. Another, passed around her elbows, gets yanked painfully tight.

“Open your mouth.” A thick wad of cloth compresses her tongue. Rough fingers pack the fabric into her cheeks. She whimpers as her assailant wraps duct tape five, six, seven times around her mouth, so tightly that it hurts. Two additional wraps of tape blindfold her.

She hears the van’s rear door open and grunts as she’s thrown roughly inside. Two more zip ties secure her ankles and knees. She thrashes wildly as the door slams closed.

“Better calm down back there or I’ll put enough zip ties on you to immobilize an elephant,” the voice threatens as the kidnapper climbs into the driver's seat. Already hurting from the bite of four hard-edged nylon bands, Jessica rolls onto her side and grows still.

The ride seems to go on forever. Every bump, every pothole sends jolts through the van’s metal floorboards and into the captive’s already-tortured body. At long last, the van slows and Jessica hears the crunch of gravel under the vehicle’s tires as the driver slows it to a stop.

Her captor tosses her bound form easily over his shoulder. She grunts with each step as he carries her into a nearby building. Panic shoots through her body as she feels herself being rolled off his shoulder…falling…and landing with a bounce on what has to be a bare mattress.

“Hello, Jess.”

How does he know my name?!

“I’m going to clip the zip ties now. Don’t make even the slightest move to get away. If you do, you’ll regret it.”

One by one, Jessica feels her bonds fall free. “Stay down on the mattress,” the voice orders.

His hand grasps hers, and she feels cold steel encircle one wrist and hears the unmistakable sound of handcuffs being ratcheted into place. The other wrist quickly follows. Another pair of cuffs secures her ankles.

Strong arms encircle her from behind and she feels herself being lifted upward and dragged backward onto a straight-backed chair.

“I’m going to cut off your gag,” she hears. “If you scream, I’ll slit your throat without a second thought.”

A searing pain courses through her cheeks as he peels the sticky tape free from her face. She’s almost relieved to have the cloth packing in her mouth, for at least it muffles the yelp. A final tug yanks the rest of the tape free from her long brown hair, and she yelps again into the wadding.

Relief floods her body as she feels his fingers probe her mouth and extract the sodden wad of cotton.

“What do you want from me?” she croaks quietly.

“You’re the head waitress at the restaurant, and that means you know the combination to the safe,” the voice says. “I want that combination. If I can get that from you easily, I’ll set you free as soon as I have the contents of the safe in my possession. If you don’t give it up readily, I’ll…um…have to persuade you to change your mind.”

“But I don’t know the combination! I swear it!”

“Wrong answer.”


Part II


“No, really!” Jessica pleads. “I’ve never been given the combination!”

“We’ll see about that,” the kidnapper growls into her ear. “Maybe your tongue will loosen after I've softened you up a bit.”

“Please don’t hurt me! Please!”

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt you,” he says. “Persuasion doesn’t require violence. Discomfort, maybe, but not violence.”

He strolls behind her, hooks two fingers into her nostrils and hauls backward. Instinctively, her mouth flies open — and is pushed wider still by the oversized ball gag he crams into it. She groans as he yanks the straps tight and buckles them at the nape of her neck.

Jessica tenses as she feels the knife blade slide down into her blouse’s collar. But instead of piercing her skin, it slides downward, slicing open the back of the garment.

Pushing her head forward, he continues cutting until the shirt falls into two pieces. After doing same with each of the sleeves, he strides around his captive and snatches the garment from her body. She twists, trying desperately to keep him from staring at her breasts, piled seductively high by her black push-up bra.

“With cleavage like that, I’ll bet you get some really big tips,” he says, slipping the blade under the lacy undergarment. A flick of his wrist and the cups fall free, putting her bosom on full display. Two more snips sever the bra's straps. It drops away, rendering Jessica nude from the waist up. She’s bared her breasts to men before, but this is different. She whimpers into her gag and blushes bright crimson.

“Stand up.”

Oh, no. He’s going to strip me completely naked!!

She shakes her head. “Ngh-ngh.”

The point of the blade touches her neck near the jugular vein. She stands up.

He unzips her skirt, and the garment drops to the floor around her feet. A second later, Jessica feels her panty hose and panties being pushed down to her ankles. “Sit down.”

He unlocks her ankle cuffs and, after removing her shoes, strips away the panties and hose.

She expects him to refasten the cuffs around her ankles but he doesn’t. Instead, she feels his hand grip her left upper arm. He hauls her to her feet and, roughly, tows her across the room to the mattress. With a final shove, he launches her face-first onto the cushioned surface.

“Don’t. You. Even. Think. About. Moving.”

Jessica lies there, naked and trembling, wondering what might come next. The answer comes almost immediately.

“An hour or so in a tight hogtie should get you ready to talk,” the kidnapper says cheerily as he clamps her ankles together and wraps a doubled rope tightly around them.

Well, at least this is familiar. Becky tied me like that just last weekend. But that was in our apartment, and it was just for a little sexy fun; this is for real.

She feels him cinch broad bands of rough rope around her ankles and just above her knees. He ties a narrow loop tightly around her waist and, after knotting it at her navel, pulls the trailing end between her legs, taking care to center it between the folds of her sex. After passing the trailing end under the waist rope at the base of her spine, he hauls hard on the crotch-rope, forcing it into her crevice.

Jessica bites down hard on her gag. “Nnnggghhh!!!”

He folds her legs as far as they will go and, passing the tail of the crotch-rope around the cinches of her ankle ropes, secures them so tightly her heels press against her backside.

More ropes cinch Jessica’s elbows together, forcing her ample chest outward. A doubled strand of rope gets wrapped tightly around her breasts, directly over her nipples. To torment her further, her captor puts twists in the rope over each nipple, trapping and pinching them between the rough strands.

As a final touch, he pulls her long hair into a ponytail and, looping a rope around the base of it, yanks her head backward toward her feet. She groans as she’s pulled into a tight arch.

“An hour or two of that, and you’ll be ready to share the combination with me,” he says, settling into a nearby chair. “If you don’t, I’ll have to use some other ‘persuaders’ on you.”


Part III


Beads of sweat pour from Jessica’s forehead, trickle over her duct-tape blindfold and drip from her nose. She has no earthly idea how long she’s been bound like this; all she knows is that every second seems to last forever.

If she keeps her legs doubled up to relieve the tension on her hair and crotch-rope, her thighs and calves begin to cramp. If she relaxes her legs, her hair feels as though it’s being ripped out by the roots and her womanhood feels as though it’s being sliced with a cheese wire.

She rolls from her side onto her stomach, and the twisted breast ropes clamp down unmercifully on her entrapped nipples. She screams into her gag for the umpteenth time.

The blackness behind Jessica’s blindfold gives way to a constellation of stars.

Ohmigod! I’m going to pass out…

Consciousness returns slowly. Jessica senses that she’s no longer lying down. As the wooden slats of the chair’s back dig into her shoulder blades, she becomes aware that she’s still unable to move.

“Awake now, are you?” the voice taunts. “Good. Maybe you’re ready to tell me that combination.”

She feels the gag being unbuckled. It takes a few seconds for him to work the ball out of her mouth. It squeaks against her teeth as he pulls it free.

“I’m going to ask you just once,” he says threateningly. “What is the combination?”

Jessica works her jaw back and forth, wondering if she’ll be able to speak.

Tell him something, anything!
her mind screams. Make something up!

But when he finds out I’m lying, he’ll kill me!

He’s probably going to kill you anyway. At least this way you’ll be free of torment for a while!

“Twenty-four left. Fifty-seven right. Twelve left,” she hears herself say.

“Say again?”

She tells him.

“That’s a good girl. And as a reward, I’m going to do something for you while I’m gone emptying the safe.”

She feels something firm but soft press firmly against her mound, and hears tape being ripped off a roll to hold the object there.

What the hell…?

Jessica tries to shrink back from the pressure, but her hips, waist and torso are so tightly roped to the chair she can’t budge. Her arms, bound from shoulders to wrists against the chair back’s vertical slats, provide no leverage at all. Her legs, doubled back and suspended off the floor, offer no purchase either. She tries to close her thighs, but discovers they’re spread wide apart by taut bands of rope passed under chair’s seat.

“Open your mouth.”

With a groan, Jessica feels the gag fill her mouth in a way no ball gag ever has, pressing her tongue down from front to back.

“That’s right,” her captor chuckles. “It’s a penis-gag. That should keep you thinking happy thoughts.” He buckles the straps tightly about her head. “Almost done.”

She hears him walk behind her, and yelps as she feels her head being yanked back as far as it will go. He ties her ponytail to the chair’s back.

Her thoughts race. I can’t move! I really can’t move at all!!!

With Jessica fully immobilized, the kidnapper has no trouble attaching a pair of nipple clamps to her breasts. He embellishes their presence by hanging a couple of padlocks on the chain that links them. She screams into her gag as each clamp bites home and as each lock drops into place.

“And now, Jess, your reward,” her captor says, switching on the powerful vibrator taped to her sex. “Enjoy yourself. I’ll be back shortly.”


Part IV


At first, the vibrations are little more than an irritant.

I’m blindfolded, gagged and bound rigidly to a freaking chair,
Jessica muses. And my nipples feel like they’re being ripped off. If that SOB believes that vibrator is going to turn me on, he’s got another thing coming…

She tenses her muscles, determined not to yield to the buzzing implement’s persistent ministrations, and tries to think about ice cubes…walk-in freezers…icebergs…glaciers.

Despite her arctic imaginings, after several minutes she feels a wave of warmth start building in her loins. Millimeter by millimeter, it spreads and gains intensity.

Eventually her hips betray her, straining against their bonds to grind against the source of her torment. Her breath comes in gasps, and each heave of her chest spawns more torment by jiggling the locks dangling between her breasts.

This can’t be! There’s no way this should be turning me on!

The warmth becomes a fire. Jessica tugs fiercely at the ropes, hoping against hope that a knot might slip or a loop of rope work free.

Her hips grind harder, faster, matching the rhythm of the waves of desire rippling within her.

No! No! Nooooooo!!!!

The waves build, peak and crash over her, transforming Jessica into a thrashing, twitching automaton fueled only by primal impulse. One after another, the climaxes roll on, overloading her senses. Her mind switches off and her body takes over…

“Jessica! Ohmigod!!!!” she hears, as if through a fog.

Becky?!

The vibrator switches off. One by one, Jessica feels the ropes being cut away from her tortured body. Someone unseen slides the gag from her mouth. She slumps forward into a pair of strong arms.

“Lay her down on the mattress!” orders a deep male voice. “And cut that blindfold off her!”

Half of Jessica’s eyebrows feel like they come off with the blindfold, but she doesn’t care. Before her stands the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen — two policemen and her girlfriend.

“Becky? How…how did you find me?”

“Your purse. You dropped it when you were grabbed. When you didn’t arrive home on time, I came looking for you. I found your purse and called the cops. A lady in a nearby house came out and described a van that she had seen sitting near where I found your purse. The police did a quick vehicle-registration check and found there were four vans in the city that matched the description. This was the address listed for one of the owners.”

“Omigod! Someone check the restaurant! The guy who grabbed me is planning to rob…”

“Already taken care of, Miss,” says one of the cops. “The idiot made the mistake of pulling into the restaurant’s parking lot while we were questioning nearby residents. We watched him break into the place and then we nabbed him.”

Lightheaded with relief, Jessica gratefully allows a policeman to cover her nakedness with his jacket.

“Wait here with your roommate while we call for the detectives. They’ll have some questions for you,” says one of the cops. “We’ll grab you a bottle of water from the patrol car.”

“Are you OK?” Becky asks as the cops leave. “You have a strange look in your eyes.”

“I think I’ll be fine,” Jessica says reassuringly.

She glances about the room, and her voice drops to almost a whisper. “I hate to say this, Beck,” she says with a gleam in her eye, “but I think I’ve learned a couple of new ways for us to have fun with one another.”

Re: Jessica's Torment (M/f)

Postby jessicabound » Tue Apr 21, 2015 3:45 am

Thnak you soooo much for this story sweetie I love it! :lol: ;) <3

Re: Jessica's Torment (M/f)

Postby jsherwood » Tue Apr 28, 2015 6:33 am

This is cool.

Re: Jessica's Torment (M/f)

Postby LordNelson » Wed May 13, 2015 1:33 am

Well done. Jessica is quite the woman to be able to see a bright side to this in the end.