Friendly kidnapping

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Nov 09, 2010 1:41 am

She was 12 years old and walking down the high street, moments from being kidnapped. She knew she was going to sometime that week, she just didn’t know when. That day, she wore different shades of blue, light blue long-sleeved t-shirt, a denim skirt that ended just above her knees, dark blue tights and sandals. As it was summer and the thermometer hadn’t been below 25 degrees C, for the past few days, she really didn’t need tights but, as she thought when he had put them on earlier that day ‘you never know’. She was going to spend a week with some friends. When she heard that, she had begun pestering them about being ‘kidnapped’, as a part of their week together. She knew that if she kept it up for long enough, she’d get her way. She always did.
Suddenly a car stopped alongside her and she was ushered in the back seat by a man, whom she didn’t know all that well. Inside, one of her friends greeted her and told her to “Please turn around, close he eyes and put her hands behind her back”. When she did, she was blindfolded and her hands were tied snugly together. She was told to face forward again; the car-door closed and the car sped off.
“So!” her friend asked, “How do you want to do this? Do you want to be tied up just for the trip, for a day, or the whole week?”
“That’s up to you. I want to make this as real as possible.” she replied, already enjoying the feeling of being more or less helpless.
“Okay then. Let’s just take it day by day then, shall we?”
After having driven a while, the car stopped and she was ushered out and in to a house. She knew perfectly well where she was, (after all, she had been in the house a number of times) but she pretended she didn’t. Inside, she was pushed into a wooden chair and her hands were released and then retied behind the back of the chair. Her legs were spread apart and tied to the legs of the chair and ropes were tied around her waist and chest, pinning her bound hands, and the rest of her to the chair. She could hear the rest of them carrying bags inside the house and then closing the door.
She could hear them pull out some chairs and sit down at a table behind her.
“So, here’s what we want to do to you for the rest of the week, or for as long as you can stand it. As I know you are extremely ticklish there, of course, will be some of that at random intervals. You will be tied up and blindfolded for most of the day, except for when we go swimming, and if this weather holds, there will be a lot of that, and all night. As you, in my opinion, have a tendency to talk a lot, you may even be gagged sometimes. There will always be someone with you, for as long as you are tied up, if nothing else, so for safety’s sake. This will go on until you say you’ve had enough. Do you agree to these terms?”
She thought about it for a while, and then said;”You have a deal. What happens now?”
“You will soon find out!” All of a sudden, she could feel fingers running up and down her sides. Before long she was laughing so hard, the tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was then gagged and left bound to the chair, until it was time to eat. She was freed from the chair and the blindfold and gag were taken off, so she could eat. After lunch, she discovered her friends had picked up a bathing-suit before they went to pick her up. Not her favourite one, but a blue with narrow yellow stripes, but still, it’s the thought that counts. She and her friends changed and went down to the lake for a swim. After a while, she told her friends she was tired of being dipped under water and being sprayed with water, so she was taken out of the water and to a tree nearby. She was told to sit down and her hands were tied behind the tree. Her feet were also tied together. There she sat while the others had great fun squirting water on or dipping each other.
She soon discovered that she was sitting in an ant-trail, and soon her legs were covered in ants. When the others came to gag her, for yelling so much, they too saw the ants and apologized for having left her there. She was freed and taken down to the water, to wash the ants away, and then they all went back to the house. She was tied back in the chair and blindfolded, without being given the opportunity to change until after dinner, when she was told to get into her pyjamas, and come and sit by the fire. Her hands were tied in front of her and she had a very good evening. When it was time for them to go to bed, she was led into one of the bedrooms and her feet were tied together before she was tucked in for the night.
The rest of the week followed much the same pattern i.e. being tied most of the day and all night, and having to endure the occasional tickle-attack, except she wasn’t made to sit under that particular tree again. While her friends had brought with them her bathing-suit, they had forgotten to pack any more clothes, so by the time they all went home; all she wanted was to get out of them, the sooner the better. For what it is worth, she never once said she had had enough.
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Re: Friendly kidnapping. pt 2 the magician

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Nov 09, 2010 7:15 am

About a week later, she had a phone call from a man, telling her she to go to a specific place at a specific time. On the day in question, she was wearing a cream-coloured cotton dress that went almost all the way down to her feet, with a wide, light-blue satin ribbon tied around her waist, with a large bow at the back and sandals. The dress was of her favourite kind, and she had several of them at home in different colours. She had matching satin ribbons, too. As she got closer to where she was supposed to meet this guy, she saw a black Volvo estate parked at the side of the road. The back-door closest to her opened and a male voice told her to get in. Once inside, she was greeted by a man she had never seen before. He told her that he had heard about her experience the week before and asked if she would like to do it again.
“Sure,” she said, “why not?”
She reassured that was not going to happen and then she was told to turn around, and put her hands behind her back. As she did, she said;”I didn’t think you meant right away! I have to go home and tell my parents where I’m going!”
“No, you’re not” he said. “You’re coming with us right now! Have I tied your hands too tight? To stop you from yapping, I guess I’ll have to gag you as well! They said you talked a lot, but I didn’t believe them then, but now I do. Open up, if you please!”
She opened her mouth, but to protest, but he shoved a bundled up cloth in her mouth and tied a strip of cloth around her head, to stop her from talking. She realized that she just had to go along for the ride.
The car stopped, and she saw she was at a large house at the outskirts of town. She was forced inside, and down to the basement. He took her gag off, then locked her in a cell, without having freed her hands. She had a good look around and saw that the windows were placed just below the ceiling. They were too small for her to climb out of, anyway.
She went over to the corner, and sat down on the bed that was placed there. Suddenly she heard a voice coming from a hidden loud-speaker just above her head:” I hope you aren’t getting too settled in, because you have a performance tonight! Depending on how that goes, you will either be sent home in the morning, or be my guest indefinitely. It’s your choice! Your hands will remain bound until it is time for you to go on stage. Just so you know. Before I forget, I will visit you a couple of times during the day, to feed you and take you to the bathroom. On those occasions, for obvious reasons, I will not untie your hands. I will however untie them just before you go on stage, so you can change clothes and do a good job. You can’t very well perform with your hands tied behind you, now can you?”
Upon hearing the ‘stay here indefinitely’-part she started sobbing, but then she thought to herself ‘I’ll show him a good performance!’ and instead started laughing, almost hysterically.
“What are you laughing about?” the man asked, puzzled. “Never mind, you won’t be if you don’t do as you’re told today!” With those words, he turned the loud-speaker off.
As promised, her hands remained bound for most of the day. The light had long since disappeared from the small windows, when he came in with a leotard and thick tights, but no shoes or sandals. He cut the rope that bound her hands and told her to put them on. The clothes she had been wearing, she was to put on the bed. She could change back after the performance. He told her to change quickly and to step out of the cell, when she had. She changed into the leotard and tights, and found that they fitted perfectly. He must have been told her size. He re-tied her hands and tied another rope around her waist and then he pulled her up the stairs and into a room, with a make-shift stage at one end. The room was filled with people. She saw a couple of friends of hers, and started to relax. She was going to be all right, after all. With everyone staring at them, they made their way to the stage.
Suddenly, she realized he had a hat and a black robe on. ‘Who is this guy?’ she thought. ‘Does he think he’s a magician, or what?’ She soon found out, that was exactly what he thought. She also found out, that she was to be his side-kick for the evening. She was to do all sorts of “magic” stuff, while he was prancing about on stage, like a rooster in a henhouse. To top it all off, she had to sing a couple of songs after the magic-show had ended. To her amazement, she found out she had rather a pleasant voice, for her age. When it was all done, her hands were bound again and she was taken down to her cell again. There she was ordered to change back into her dress. Her hands were tied in front of her and she was told to get some sleep.
The next day, the “magician” came in and told her, that she was such a success, that he had decided that she had to stay there for at least one more performance.
In the end, she ended up being his prisoner/sidekick for almost a month before he let her go. When she returned home, she found out he had contacted her parents and told them where she was and what she was doing. In fact, they had been to one of the performances, without her seeing them!
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Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Nov 09, 2010 8:22 am

Hallo lasse, nice to hear form again. :) I hop I will read more stories from you now.
Andrew
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One last time

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Nov 09, 2010 1:43 pm

After her recent adventures, her parents kept a close eye on her, so nothing more adventurous happened during the summer. But when school began after the brake, she one day got an e-mail from someone that had seen her performance a couple of months earlier. The person writing the mail wondered if she would be willing to make a repeat performance one weekend, and that this individual would be willing to pick her up where ever she wanted to be picked up. The only request this person had, was that she would be dressed the same way as in her performance. You’d think she’d think twice about such a thing, bearing in mind what had happened during the summer, but she happily sent a reply saying that she was willing to comply. In her mail, she also named where and when she would be waiting.
On the day in question, she dressed in a leotard and thick, pantyhose, on top of which she put on the same cream-coloured dress, or at least a dress looking very much like it and a light-blue ribbon around her waist and tied a bow in the back. She told her mother she was going out for a couple of hours and left, before her mother had a chance to ask her where, exactly, she was going. As it was still warmish, she didn’t bother taking a coat, much less a hat. She could see the car coming towards her so she raised her hand and signalled for it to stop. When it did, the door on the front-passengers’ side opened and she got in and a man told her to get in.
“Before we go any further,” she said, when she had gotten in “I want you to know that when I was taken away to do those performances last summer, I had my hands tied on the way to the house and I was gagged. Do you think you could do that to me before we leave?”
“Sure,” the man said, “but I don’t know if I’ve got any rope with me in the car, though. Let me just check the glove-compartment!” After having rummaged through it for a while, he said:”I’m sorry. I don’t seem to have any rope, but I have a pair of handcuffs, if that’s all right? And I think I have enough material so I can produce a decent gag.”
‘Handcuffs, huh? Hm, what an interesting man!’ she thought. Aloud she said:”That’ll have to do, for now. While you drive you can tell me a little bit about what you had planned for me.”
“Let’s take this one step at a time. Do you want to be cuffed with your hands in front or behind you?”
“Behind me, if you don’t mind.” she said. While he fastened the cuffs, she asked him about where she would be sleeping after the performance. He replied by asking her where she had been sleeping in that house. She told him, before he gagged her, that she had been sleeping in a small cell in the basement while she had been there. She wouldn’t mind doing that again, she added just before he tied the gag around her head.
“Alas,” he said in a theatrical voice, “I don’t have a basement, only an attic. I hope that will be satisfactory, young lady? Otherwise I had prepared a bedroom for you.”
As she was already gagged, the only thing she could do, was shrug her shoulders. So, off they went. When they eventually stopped, they had arrived at a villa at the outskirts of town, in the same general direction as the house she had been in before. She was taken to a small second-floor bedroom, containing only a narrow bed and a wooden chair. He took the gag off of her and asked: “What do you think of this bedroom? Does it have your approval, madam?”
“It does,” she replied with a graceful nod, as queenly as she could.
“Good,” he said. “Do you want me to take the cuffs off? So you can prepare for the show, I mean.”
“There will be plenty of time for that. You can come in and take them off, just before I go on stage, so I can take the dress off. Then you can put them on again and take me down. Just as I’m about to perform, then you take them off again, as he did last summer. As you might remember, he led me into the room where I performed, with a rope tied around my waist. If you like, you can do that, as well. The only request I have is that if there is to be any more performances, you don’t use the handcuffs anymore. It’s not that they’re uncomfortable, it’s just that I’m more used to the feeling of the rope around my wrists. One more thing, he never untied my hands to let me eat or use the bathroom, so you’ll have to help me with those things. Furthermore he tied my hands in front of me when I was going to bed.”
“Has anyone told you, that your choice of words is more suited for a much older lady than you? But your wish is my command, my lady!” With those words, he left her blushing. True to his word, he helped her with all those things, and when it was time for her to go on stage, he came in, unlocked the handcuffs and let her take off the dress before he tied her hands behind her back, tied a rope around her waist and lead her downstairs to do her performance. He turned out to be as good a magician, if not better, as the previous man. She sang more or less the same songs, and at the end of the performance, he once again tied her hands and led her back to her room.
On Sunday night, he drove her back to her house and dropped her off. When she came in, her parents greeted her and said: “We hear that you have been giving the same kind of performances again. We were wondering, when you would be giving them in front of our friends? We can give you the same kind of terms and treatment as the ones before us, if you want.”
They agreed that she’d be performing at her own house, the following weekend. Her parents looked a bit shocked when she told them she wanted to have hands tied that whole weekend, and that she wanted to sleep tied up in the basement, but they finally agreed to that, too.
Needless to say, she did an equally good performance as the ones before. Her father though, was not the magician, but the man who kidnapped her the first time.
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Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby kristenbound » Sat Nov 13, 2010 12:47 pm

Thi is just so amazing....

She could/should have a series of adventures.....

Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Nov 13, 2010 1:03 pm

Maybe she will! Any scenarios?
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Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby kristenbound » Sat Nov 13, 2010 1:20 pm

Gotta think about that....

Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby Chase Ricks » Sat Nov 13, 2010 3:17 pm

Scenarios given for those who ask. Prepare to choose yourself that which fits your styles of writing!

1) "Kidnapped" and made to perform for the entire school in "My Fair Lady" except it is a bondage themed version.

2) "Kidnapped" for a bondage home made version of American Idol with her father being Simon Cowell.

3) "Kidnapped and asked to perform escape tricks as a female Houdini.

If you want more, I'll happily post them up!
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Nov 14, 2010 12:17 am

I'll give no 3 a go. Watch this space!
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Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby Chase Ricks » Sun Nov 14, 2010 12:43 am

Have fun indeed, my fellow tugs writer.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Nov 14, 2010 12:56 am

I will! You can count on that!
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Re: Friendly kidnapping, the magic show

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Nov 14, 2010 7:24 am

The phone rang and she heard a, by now, familiar voice. It was her former kidnapper turned magician. He said he had found an old book with magic tricks, among them a lot of escape tricks. He asked her if she was willing to learn them and to perform them this summer, when he went on tour. “It would mean you have to be tied up pretty much 24/7 for a couple of months. Does that bother you?”
“No not at all.” she said, actually very pleased with that prospect. “Good! Then, prepare yourself to be picked up in one hour, so we can go through the routines. We can pick the best ones out and start practicing them. Do you want me to use handcuffs or rope?” “You decide. After all, you’re the one doing the “kidnapping”. They hung up and she went to her room and changed into her leotard and tights. On top of that, she put on a dress. She took a bag in which she put some more tights and leotards. Then, she waited.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. She opened it and there he was. He told her to turn around and he tied her hands behind her back. He also put a cloth in her mouth and tied another strip of cloth around her head to keep it in place.
“Is this your bag?” he asked, and she nodded to confirm. He picked it up, they went to his car and off they went. When they stopped, he helped her out of the car and into the house. He took her to a room and left her there, to go and get her bag. When he returned, he switched on a computer, and they sat down and started going through, what they were going to be performing.
When they had chosen about a dozen acts, he asked her if she wanted the gag off. She nodded, and when he had taken it off, she moved her jaw a bit to loosen it and then said: “I can already see that I won’t be able to perform half of those things, simply because I, or we, would need years of practice to pull them off. But the other half I’m ready to try.” He agreed and they went through the list, with a fine-tooth comb, until there were only six left, which they were sure they could perform, with a reasonable degree of safety and accuracy.
Then they got to work. Two hours into the practice, she said she needed a bathroom break. By then, she had been tied up in so many different ways, she’d lost count. He took her there and her hands were released, so she could do whatever she needed to do. By the time she had finished, he had prepared some lunch, after which they went back to work. When night fell, they were reasonably sure they could pull it off. He took her to a room, retied her hands in front of her and told her to lie down on the bed. He then tied her feet together, turned the light off and they both wished each other a ‘Good night’.
The next morning, he woke her up early. He freed her hands and feet. After both having used the bathroom, they had breakfast. He then tied her hands and they started practicing again. By early afternoon, they were confident they could pull it off.
“OK! Our work here is done.” he said, “Let’s go on the road!”
“What! Wait, I haven’t.., you can’t.., I can’t..,” she started protesting, but he just grabbed her by the arm, shoved her in to the car, and drove off. When she started protesting, he stopped again, only to put a rag in her mouth, which he tied in place with a scarf, and then he drove off again. She had her hands tied to the small of her back, so there was nothing she could do.
After a drive lasting a few hours, they stopped at a camping site. He booked them in and they went to find their cabin. When they had and were inside, with all their gear, including her bag with the clothes she was to wear on stage, he took the scarf and rag off. She off course started protesting loudly, but he effectively silenced her by saying, that they had their first performance that night, and they had to get ready. He said she already knew the routine (as it was their old one), but they were going to work in an act just for her, during their stay there. She was to be shackled hand and foot and put in a cage, a curtain was to be raised over the cage and she was to escape in less than five minutes. He had already got the cage, so all they had to do was to get started practicing. He showed her the cage, and it was so small that she had to sit in a crouched position. Then he showed her a secret compartment in the floor, with a key inside it. It was the key to the hand- as well as the ankle cuffs she was to be locked in to before she was locked inside the cage. It was hidden in the floor of the cage, easily accessible for her. All she had to do was to get the key from the compartment and unlock all the cuffs, then get out of the cage. The cage had to be locked before she re-emerged from behind the curtain. He also wanted her to do a routine, where she was to be tied hand and foot and put in a bag. The bag would be closed using a piece of string and she was to escape from it, while still tied up.
For two weeks, they practiced the new routine, while still performing their old one. The first few days, she was so tired when she went to bed at night she didn’t even bother giving him a hard time, for practically kidnapping her. She didn’t even care that the cuffs gave her bruises on both her arms and ankles. ‘I haven’t had my hands free for more than five minutes at a time, for the past two weeks’ she one day thought, while practicing her “getting out of the bag” –routine. ‘The combination of old tricks and new ones are thrilling, somehow. I hope we still are going to do a song and dance act at the end of this new show. I’d really like that. I didn’t think I would, but I do.
Gradually, they started working on other escape acts for her so by the end of their stay they, basically, had an entirely new show. Despite one or two minor mishaps, but no serious ones, it all worked out well in the end.
When autumn arrived and they went home again, she said she wanted to stay with him and be his full-time assistant.
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Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby kristenbound » Sun Nov 14, 2010 1:32 pm

I'm really amazed at all the effort you're puttin in this, it really shows.
I'm really looking forward to seeing what they do next, or where they will go next... :big:

Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby Jay Feely » Sun Nov 14, 2010 1:43 pm

Really good story and details is amazing.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Nov 14, 2010 2:03 pm

And I thought this last part really sucked, when I wrote it! Thanks guys!
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Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby Chase Ricks » Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:36 pm

Glad my scenario suggestion paid off for you.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Nov 15, 2010 11:28 am

Funnily enough, her parents didn’t object to her plans for the future. The just said, “That’s great, dear!” and fixed so that she could take a sabbatical from school, which meant she had a year to think things over.
One day, they were performing their usual “getting-out of-the-cuffs” routine. It all or a sudden almost went horribly wrong. She couldn’t find the key! It wouldn’t have been the end of the world, if they hadn’t decided to do some changes to the routine. Now, instead of just being locked inside a cage, she was submerged in a tank of water, as well. She fumbled around, and with the last oxygen leaving her lungs, she found it and got free of the cuffs and out of the cage. Afterwards she told him what had happened, and he got as scared as she had been.
They went back to his place, where she too now lived, and started working on the cage. This meant she had to be placed in it several times over the coming days, so he could work out a clever way to conceal an “emergency air tank”, should she need one. It had to be big enough, so she had enough air to get out and yet small enough, so it couldn’t be seen by anybody. It had to be concealed within the floors’ construction along with the compartment holding the key, yet it had to easily accessible. At the same time, it had to light-weight enough, not to go through the floor, when it was filled up with water. In the end, he gave up the idea of having the emergency air supply in a compartment in the floor, and put it behind one of the walls. There simply wasn’t enough space.
During his experimenting, she agreed to being kept tied up, mostly only hands, but sometimes both hands and feet. “I don’t want to lose the touch.” as she said. She was dressed in the clothes he had bought for her, always dresses, many of them ankle-long, all of them frilly, together with tights and leotards.
It took him about two weeks of tinkering to get it right, but in the end, he did. He told me to change into my “scene costume” and give it a go. We did both a “dry run” that is without the water, which went perfectly (I even think I broke my old “escaping” record of four minutes thirty seconds) and then he moved the cage to the tank outside. He locked my hands and feet in cuffs, just as he did during the shows put me inside it. Then he filled it up with water. The trick was not to panic, but wait for the tank to be completely filled up with water. Then she started feeling for the compartment with the key. He had moved that to under the seat she was sitting on. It had a hatch in the front that couldn’t be locked. She found it easily enough and was out of the cage and the tank, in about the same time as she had been when it wasn’t filled with water.
After the remake of the cage, they went out on the road again. He had made her a belt to wear in the car, which trapped her hands in bands of Velcro, as it was almost too uncomfortable for her to have her hands tied behind her back. She never rode in the car without it.
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Re: Friendly kidnapping

Postby Chase Ricks » Mon Nov 15, 2010 11:30 am

Good continuation still!
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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