## Identical Problem

Post by slimfatter » Sun Aug 14, 2016 11:52 am

Identical Problem
She was so excited. After all it was her first apartment. It didn’t matter that it was a small one-bedroom one above a pawn shop. It was hers and 22-year-old Kenna Lansing was thrilled. The first year elementary teacher loved her new job, new found independence and especially the freedom that came with a new place of her own. Then why isn’t she that excited this evening about all of it.
The young blonde is listening to the sound of a drill coming from her bedroom. She squirms around in the chair she is sitting in wishing she could go to the bathroom but she can’t. Kenna looks at the clock on the wall. It reads 8:00 p.m. No one will miss her until morning and by then it may be too late for her.
Kenna is tied up and gagged unable to move since she was attacked in her apartment about one hour ago. The young teacher had come home from a long day at school and was anxious to spend the night curled up on the sofa, watching a movie and eating popcorn. Kenna had a boyfriend but he was in Boston for a conference and wouldn’t be coming home for another two days. So she just wanted to spend some quiet time.
The intruder must have entered sometime before Kenna got home but hid from view. He must have heard the cellphone go off and Kenna’s conversation with her twin sister, Jenna, who lived on the other side of town with her husband and baby boy. Jenna was just checking up on her best friend and didn’t like to see her sister spending a night alone when she should be out having fun. But Kenna insisted that she was fine and didn’t need any outside entertainment.
So it was around 7:30 when the two siblings closed their conversation. Kenna got up from the sofa, walked into the bathroom and suddenly let out a muffled cry. Soon she was being walked back into the living room. She had her wrists bound behind her back with zipties and had several pieces of duct tape over her mouth. She was terrified as the masked man had a gun squarely in her back.
“Sorry, honey, I need your apartment for a little while but if you cooperate you won’t get hurt. I will need to keep you tied up and gagged but if you do as told, you will just be a little sore.”
Kenna was scared. She wished she had taken her sister up on her offer but now she will have a long time to think about it. So Kenna now finds herself in the chair with her legs bound together and rope around her waist and upper body. The man was back in her bedroom and was using a drill. He told her that he wanted to get into the pawn shop beneath her to get the guns that were there. He never said anything else to Kenna.
Now Kenna should have listened to the guy but she was a spunky, young woman who saw the guy was so involved with his work that maybe she could get to her cellphone and call for help. So Kenna struggled to move the chair a little bit at times not wanting to alert her attacker. So for the next hour, the young teacher managed to get the chair over to where she left the cell phone. Somehow she managed to reach her phone which was on a table about the same height of her hands. She hit the redial button which was Jenna’s number. If she could somehow muffle her distress to her twin sister, then Jenna would undoubtedly call the police and they will come and save her.
“Kenna, what is wrong? I don’t understand what you are trying to tell me. Listen, I will call you back shortly and then you can let me know what is wrong.”
Jenna hangs up her phone and Kenna is distressed but not nearly as much as to when the man comes in and catches her with the phone as she is trying to call 911.
“So you don’t want to be good, huh. Well I figured that so that is why I came prepared. I hope you aren’t in love with those clothes.”
Kenna’s eyes get large with fear as he pulls out a knife and approaches her. She is big trouble now.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Kenna’s identical twin sister, Jenna is concerned about her weird phone call. Why did Kenna hang up and seemed so incoherent? Was she drunk and if so, why? Jenna knew her sister and she wasn’t a drinker.
“Listen, Jenna, she is not in any trouble. Probably had a bad connection or something,” Scott Hopper says to his wife of a year.
“Well, I would like to go over and see if she is alright. I have tried to call her back but it goes to voice mail.”
“OK, Jenna, I know you two have this twin thing and you won’t sleep until you check on her. Listen, Matthew is asleep for the night and I have some work to do so go but call me when you get there and let me know what is going on.”
“OK, I promise to call and let you know. Love you, babe.”
Jenna drives off for twenty minute drive over across town to her sister’s apartment. All the while she tries to call Kenna’s phone but no answer.
Back at Kenna’s apartment, she can see that Jenna is calling. leaving messages and she wished she could answer but that was impossible now. The blonde teacher was still sitting in the chair but more secure than ever. Also Kenna was naked. She was paying for trying to escape.
Her abductor still had Kenna tied to the chair only with more rope and she was now very exposed and naked. He had brought a lot of rope with him and used some of it on the young blonde. Her wrists were now bound behind the chair with the rope and he has wound the rope around her young, size C breasts. Rope was wound above and below her breasts and then down between them. She also had her bound legs bent back under the chair and secured to her wrists and the back of the chair. They were bound at the ankles, below the knees, above the knees, and her thighs were bound to the chair. Finally he wrapped tape completely around her mouth so she couldn't emit much noise let alone make a phone call. The cellphone had been moved to the top of a cabinet very definitely out of reach of the captive girl.
“Now, that should keep you from doing anything stupid. I told you that I am not going to hurt you but if you try anything again, I might change my mind. Now I am going to go back in your bedroom to finish my work, but don't plan to have any more problems from you, understand.”
Kenna shakes her head and he squeezes her bare breasts and then walks back out of the room. Kenna sits there finding herself starting to perspire in sheer terror. How is she going to survive this? She is more worried about her twin, Jenna. She knows her identical and knows that she is probably coming over right this minute. Kenna takes comfort in knowing that her sister will not come without her husband coming with her and he is a big man, one who would probably scare the intruder off. But she was stunned when she heard her sister calling and leaving a message on her cellphone that she was coming by herself to see what the problem was with Kenna.
Kenna worked feverishly to try and get her chair towards her phone. She had to warn her twin sister that she was walking into a dire situation. The masked kidnapper was back in her bedroom and she could hear the drill working on her floor. What was in the pawn shop that this guy would do this. Kenna had made a mental note of the time her sister called the last time and knew that she would be here at any time. Suddenly Kenna heard the door downstairs open and Jenna's voice call her name as she walked up the stairs. Kenna started getting very animated as she started moving her chair with what strength as had left. She even started screaming into her gag but nothing got the attention of Jenna.
“Oh, my God, Kenna, who did this to you?”
Jenna came running over to her sister as soon as she saw her. But that scream had already gotten the attention of the kidnapper who ran out of the bedroom and grabbed her before she reached Kenna.
“If you scream, she will get hurt.”
Kenna cried as the man clasped his hand over her twin's mouth and pressed a knife against her neck.
“If you cooperate you both be OK, understand?”
Jenna nods.
“Anyone waiting for you downstairs.”
He releases his hand to allowed the terrified young woman to answer.
“No, but my husband isn't expecting me to gone long.”
The man waves his gun toward Kenna and tells her twin,
“Well, you are going to call your hubby and tell him that you are going to have to stay longer.”
“I- I have a baby home who might need fed in the night and I am breast-feeding him.”
“Nice try, lady, but I know that mothers will keep milk in the fridge for the night so you will make that call and tell him a story about why you will be staying.”
He makes Jenna take her cellphone, with her hand shaking and a gun presses against her head, she calls her husband.
“Hey, listen, Scott, Kenna is a mess over here and needs to spend some time with her. Well, if Matthew wakes up, give him the bottle in the fridge. I have my breast pump with me so I will have some more fro him in the morning. Love you, honey, and I will see you some time in the morning.”
Jenna closes her eyes as she closes the phone and the man grabs it out of her hand.
“OK, now that is done, I need you to get like your twin sister. Strip off everything and let's not stall. I am already behind on my timetable.”
He points the gun at Kenna and that gives Jenna the incentive to do as told.
So the young mother pulls her top off and immediately her baby fat is visible. Next she pulls down her jeans. Without being told, she unhooks her bra and drops it to the floor and finally pulls her panties off. She tries to cover her large, milk-filled breasts but the man quickly pulls her arms behind her back and ties her wrists with rope.
“Please not too tight. I will need to pump later and I can't have my hands numb.”
That was the last thing Jenna said. The man reached down, picked up her panties and after wadding them into a tight ball, crammed them in her mouth. The man then wrapped duct tape completely around her mouth. Now he not only had one twin in his control but both twins and they would his hostage for the night.
So within a few minutes, 22 year old identical twins, Kenna Lansing and Jenna Hopper are now bound securely, sitting back to back in chairs. The teacher and the stay-at-home mom both had tight rope harnesses around their breasts and Jenna's were very large. The kidnapper even fondled them briefly, once sending a squirt of milk that ran down her naked body. The guy laughed about it and proceeded down to her crotch, feeling down there. Jenna's body was bound to the chair the same as her sister's.
The man went back to the bedroom to resume his drilling the huge hole to get to the pawn shop and whatever he was looking for. The twins tried to free themselves but did it without a lot of noise. Both of them knew that he would hurt them if he knew that they were trying to escape. But neither sister could reach the knots around their wrists since he made sure that he put the knots on the inside next to the chair.
The night turned to the next day and the twin sisters had pretty well given up trying to free themselves. Both of them had been sobbing. Jenna was afraid that her baby boy would grow up without a mother. Kenna was not scared not for herself but for her sister. She blamed herself for getting her involved in all of this by trying to connect her. Now she showed the same fate as she and neither of them knew what their abductor was planning to do with them. The good news was that he still wore a mask and so they couldn't identify him.
The two sisters could hear the man working in the bedroom. He came out a few times and checked on his prisoners. The man grabbed a cold water from Kenna's fridge.
It was around 2:00 in the morning when Kenna awoke from a brief and yet uncomfortable nap. Jenna was really crying hard into her gag and it wasn't out of fear. The young mother was in trouble. Her breasts were rock hard and full of milk. She was ovulating and needed to pump but how. After all, Jenna was bound and gagged and unable to scream out for help. Fortunately Kenna could even though it was very muffled. And scream she did, so loud that she got the kidnapper's attention. He had just come back up after his third trip down to the pawn shop.
“What the hell are you wanting? Do you want hurt?”
As soon as he got near, the man could see the agony in Jenna's face. She was starting to leak as well.
“So I guess you need to pump, huh.”
Jenna shakes her head.
“OK, is your pump in here?”
Jenna shakes negative.
“OK, it is in your car and I will go get it but if I hear anything stupid up here while I am gone, that pain will not be the only one you experience.”
The man leaves and Jenna and Kenna sit there terrified to move. They pray that someone will see him and call the cops but he returns very quickly with Jenna's pump bag.
“Ok, now I will untie your hands so that you can do this but don't touch that gag or else it will be bad, understand.”
Jenna is very grateful as the man unties her wrists and she immediately rubs them.
As soon as her feeling gets back, she goes to work pumping both of her breasts into bottles. The entire process takes about twenty minutes. All the time the man sits and watches and Kenna strains her head around to see what is happening.
When Jenna was done, the man took the filled bottles and put them in the refrigerator. He came back in and before he retied Jenna's wrists behind her back, he fondles both sisters.
“I wish I could spend more time with both of you, but that is not what I am here for. Just a few more hours and I will be done. Then I will leave both of you unharmed.”
The hours continued to go by slowly for the bound and gagged twins. Jenna was at least not in the breast pain but both of them were in pain from the tight ropes. They were dripping with sweat and their hair was glistening. When would this end for them?
It was shortly after dawn when Jenna and Kenna heard the kidnapper emerging from the pawn shop. He had a huge bag on his shoulder. From the size of it, the sisters could see that they were guns.
:”Thank you for the use of your apartment for the night. I will be delivering these to my employers and they may even send you a thank you card themselves.”
He came over and started checking the ladies' ropes. Kenna's had gotten a little loose so he untied her wrists long enough to retie them
“Can't let you get loose before I get out of town?”
He checks Jenna's and hers is still tight. The kidnapper couldn't resist feeling her large breasts. He even bent down and sucked them for a few minutes wiping some milk off of his face before he stood back up. He then ran his hands down between their crotches.
“My, my, my, both of you are very wet down there. Maybe I should stay and have some fun?”
Both girls shake their heads and he just laughs. The man picks up his bag and heads for the door.
“Don't worry, ladies, the owner of the pawn shop gets in usually around 8:00 and when he sees the huge hole in the ceiling, he will undoubtedly call the cops. They will come up here and find both of you.”
The two sisters look as the man disappears down the stairs and when the door slams shut, they immediately start to try and free themselves. Their attempts are stymied by the tightness of their bonds and their sweaty, exhausted bodies.
Just as the kidnapper said, the pawn shop owner came in on time and the sisters could hear his cursed language as he stood under the huge hole Within minutes the cops were there and when they barged into Kenna's apartment. They quickly freed the naked sisters and called EMS.
Their ordeal was over. The cops told them that they had been taken hostage by a thief for hire named Bruno. He had struck at least a dozen times across the country and several times he had taken people hostage like them. This theft of guns and jewelry netted him about $50,000 in value.
After a long vacation to recover Kenna Lansing moved from her once cute apartment. She briefly moved with Jenna and Scott but then found a ground floor apartment with a security system. The sisters would recover and remain close but would always remember their bondage night.

### Re: Identical Problem

Post by xtc » Mon Aug 15, 2016 3:56 am

Not my style of thing but it's good to see a new writer contributing a competently written story (in spite of the temporary slip into present historic tense, but that's just me - I hate it).
If I may suggest, though, (Sorry, there's always a "but", isn't there?) it would be easier to read with a space between paragraphs. Just an extra <enter> will do that.
Good to have you on board.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Identical Problem

Post by slimfatter » Mon Aug 15, 2016 9:13 am

Thank you for your insight. I always like to get some constructive advice so that I can make my stories better.