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Emma Watson was strutting down the red carpet at the Cannes Film Festival, camera flashes and spotlights lit up the night sky and her adoring fans were screaming her name. She was decked out in a dazzling silver strapless dress which reached down to her ankles, beneath that she wore gorgeous white high-heels, her loevely brown hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of her head and her perfect smile enriched with red lipstick. As she proceeded to the entrance she was approached by a rather handsome young man in a sharp-looking black tuxedo, she looked into his piercing blue eyes and felt a small thrill. He spoke with an Australian accent.
"Excuse me? Miss Watson?"
"Yes?"
"My Name is Trevor Hunt from the Cougar 99 modelling agency, how are you this evening?"
The beautiful petite actress was used to this kind of attention, another agent wanting to get her into a sexy photoshoot to appease all the Hermione fanboys, she smiled politely nevertheless and shook the tall handsome young man's hand, he was very gentle but nevertheless she could tell he had a firm grip.
"I'm very well Mr. Hunt, how may i help you?"
"As I said, I represent the Cougar 99 modelling agency, and I was wondering if you were interested in loaning us a bit of your time for a photoshoot to raise money for charity"
"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with your agency"
"Oh, that's understandable we're fairly new in the industry"
Emma was taken aback by this clean-cut looking young man, he looked about her age, with short brown hair and an impressive physique under that tuxedo.
"So- I'm sorry haha, you say you want me to do a charity photoshoot?"
"Yes Indeed, half the proceedings from every piece of media sold with the pictures from this shoot will be donated to help end the sex slave industry"
"Well, I suppose if it's for a good cause... I'll be happy to help assist you Mr. Hunt"
"Excellent! Glad to hear it! I'm so pleased you agreed to this, Miss Watson, now if you wouldn't mind, could you meet me after your premiere screening so we can discuss details?"
"Of course Mr. Hunt"
With that, she strutted back off down the red carpet, looking forward to seeing the mysterious Mr Hunt once again...
The carpark behind the main building seemed an odd place to meet to discuss a photoshoot, but Emma didn't mind as she felt she could trust Mr Hunt, in fact, she rather fancied him, he was not an altogether unattractive man and she had her bodyguard with her in case anything bad were to happen. As she shivered against the coastal breeze in her gleaming silver dress, the tuxedo-clad young agent appeared from behind a corner and waved to her, she smiled and waved back, she couldn't wait to get out of these heels!
"How are you Miss Watson?"
"Very cold Mr Hunt" she shivered smiling
"I understand, this won't take long at all..."
Emma then heard a loud thud and grunt behind her, she turned around and screamed, a masked man had clubbed her bodyguard over the back of the head with a baseball bat and he slumped to the ground. She tried to call out for help but to her shock, Mr Hunt clamped his strong hand over her mouth! He grabbed her around the waist and dragged her towards a black van waiting in the carpark, she was kicking furiously and her pretty white heels slipped off, the masked man grabbed her by the heels and the two strong kidnappers hauled her into the back of the van. She cried out as Hunt's hand was taken off her mouth, but his friend retorted in a thick British accent.
"Help! Somebody! Help me please!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
"Come on, start the van! Get us out of here, I'll get her tied up!"
"No, Please, No!"
Mr Hunt's partner started the van and began driving from the carpark. Emma struggled emphatically, kicking and writhing to escape from the young man's powerful grip. He pulled a roll of wide black electrical tape out from the under the van's passenger seat and started binding her wrists together in front of her. She started crying and sobbing, which started to mess up her gorgeous black eyeliner. Hunt turned to his partner.
"Are you sure the cameras were killed? If they saw my face we're done before we've even started!"
"Don't worry my friend! This little device works wonders!"
He pulled out a small electronic device, which he'd used at the right time to make all the security cameras within a mile go dark for a minute, all the time they needed to retrieve the beautiful Miss Watson. Trevor was now working on taping up Emma's delicate upper body, he started staring at her wonderfully-shaped breasts which were partially revealed by her strapless dress. he wound tape above and below them, taking care not to ruin the dress whilst also making her bondage as tight as possible. By doing this he pinned her arms to her sides and she was unable to move her hands up to reach her face, perfect.
"Please, Mr Hunt, why are you doing this?" Emma sobbed
"Because frankly Miss Watson, I love women, and I love money!"
His friend gave a sinister chuckle from the driver's seat, and Trevor formed an evil grin on his handsome face as he tore a third length of tape from the roll and pressed it over her lips.
"No- Mmmmmph!"
Mr Hunt began winding the tape around her head and over her mouth no less than a dozen times. securely gagging the poor, pretty young actress. he pressed down on the tape with his fingers and smiled at Emma.
"Alright Miss Watson, give me a nice loud scream!"
"MMMMMMMMMPH! Hmmmp Mnnnnnnph!!!"
Emma desperately cried out, but all that escaped her taped up lips were muffled moans and groans. After Mr Hunt was satisfied with her gag, he moved down to tie her legs. He smoothed her dress up her slender legs, running his hand u them as he did so. She looked away, terrified and repulsed by this foul young man.
"Well, well, mate, if I'd known she looked this good in real life, I would have watched a lot more Harry Potter! Ha ha ha!"
"Nmmmph-hmph-hmph-hmph-hmph!
Her dress out of the way, Trevor securely bound her ankles, shins and thighs, admiring her shapely body all the while he did so.
"We're about ten minute from the airport!"
"Good, I think little Miss Watson could use a nice long flight to get used to her bonds!"
"Nmmmmmmmph!"
"Oh, don't worry Emma, it's not so bad, it's a private jet! At least you'll be comfortable!"
"Mmmmmph Mmmmph Mmmmph!"
"Well, mostly comfortable!"
The two evil kidnappers laughed at the poor young actresses' predicament. Miss Watson had a feeling she was in for a very unpleasant time...