An off-duty flight attendant flagged down my vehicle as she walked alone in the countryside. A little further up was a plain silver car which I presumed she owned. The front end of it was black and burnt, whilst as far as I could see, the back appeared to be in fine shape.
“Hey what’s the matter?” I said winding my window down slowly with the electronic button.
“My car over there has had a bonnet fire out of the blue, I don’t know what to do, is there any chance of a lift from you to the next town?” she smiled.
“Sure, hop in” I said as a relieved complexion entered her face.
“Thank-you so much, what a star” she replied, as she hurriedly ran to the passenger side of the car and got in. As she turned to face me, she was shocked as I grabbed a Taser from my pocket. Before she could even move, the required volts had passed through the blonde haired beauty and she drooped to the side.
After a little while checking no-one was nearby I pulled my car next to hers and dragged her unconscious body from the passenger seat to the grass floor by the side of my car. After taking great pleasure in stripping the busty but slender woman completely naked, I grabbed my bag of supplies.
Her wrists were bound together first, followed shortly after by her elbows and ankles. Her arms were then pinned to her back by bonds above and below her boobs as she slowly began to stir. At once I packed her mouth with her worn underwear before applying several strips of grey duct tape across her mouth. As she began to fully waken she knew all about her predicament, beginning to panic slightly as she struggled tirelessly in her bonds.
After placing her in the trunk of my car, I picked up her uniform and placed it underneath her head as a pillow. I unpinned the name badge and held it between my fingers.
“Well Phoebe, I presume, I will see you a little later.” With that she found a chloroform rag pressed against her face, eventually knocking her out as the trunk door slammed shut above her and I drove off.
*3 hours after the scene of disappearance*
Phoebe slowly awakens. Watching through a one-way mirror I begin to see movement from her limbs, testing the bonds they are held in. She is tied to a wooden dining chair as muffled groans of frustration and fear begin to filter through the large red ball-gag contained in her mouth. The room is dimly lit by a wall-light on the furthest wall from her. After a few minutes watching the naked beauty regain her conscious and struggle in her predicament, I turn on the light and enter the room. After removing her ball-gag delicately, I sit opposite her.
“What do you want from me? Why me? Why have you done this to me? Let me go!” she moaned, clearly feeling worried and insecure about her current situation.