Amber wasnt really sure about the situation that she now found herself in. The time of year added to a few unforeseen expenses as well as the loss of her job through being made redundant had meant money was begiing to get a little tight. It was her friend, Jessica, who had first suggested this idea to her. 'The potential money to be made is a joke' she reminisced her friend saying, advertising the idea to her.
The tall, busty, brunette had dressed just as was reccomended to her for the role. A tight fitting, black latex catsuit, some black knee high boots of the same colour and her usual pair of glasses, more a fashion accessory than needed for vision completed her outfit as she walked down a quiet country lane. She read the typed note that was handed to her from Jessica, telling her exactly where to go and what to do. A few moments later and she was outside the grounds of a cottage.
Nervously she let out 3 large knocks on the old fashioned metal knocker. Just as she was advised, nobody came to the door. She soon found the spare key under the plant pot and let herself in. The short, sharp creak of the door making her jump. After shutting the door she began to look around. The place was a treasure trove of antique furniture and quite sizeable as a property. She didnt feel what she was about to do was the right thing, but Jessica's contact had promised her a payment of £500 cash should she be succesful; a useful sum of money.
She lifted the large painting from the back wall of the lounge, revealing a safe hidden in the wall. She pressed her ear to it, trying to figure out the correct combination when her efforts were stopped by a presence standing behind her.
"What would you be needing my safe for?" A male voice asked. She spun around instantly.
"Im so sorry, i thought nobody was in." She gasped, looking at the man for the first time.
Before the conversation could go much further, she heard a gunshot before a tranquiliser bullet landed in her neck.
"What the? No...no...noooo" she panicked, her world becoming fainter and darker ebfore she slumped to the floor in a heap.
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Amber awoke slowly in a disorientated state of confusion. She didnt recognise the room she now found herself in as it soon became clear to her she was in quite the predicament. Her arms were bound behind her at the wrists and elbows with two further bonds around her ankles and feet. The final rope placed her in a tight, effective hogtie as she squirmed testing the ropes. She tried to use her mouth but noticed her mouth was suitably gagged. Fabric filled her mouth. It felt like a pair of panties, worn panties judging by the unusual taste it gave off. Thick, white masking tape was wound around her mouth, sealing it in as she lay there struggling.
Suddenly the door opened, revealing someone which made her even more confused. What on earth had she got herself into?