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Jessica was pushed
down on to a chair. “There you go, love,” the voice of the man from the back of
the van. “I’m, going to take your blindfold off, now so sit still.” He started
to ease way the tape. Jessica blinked as she opened her eyes. She stared around
the room. It was perhaps ten feet square with a steel frame bed along one wall.
She had been sat on a chair beside the bed. In front of her were, she assumed,
her two captors and the woman that had greeted them.
All three wore black
one piece suits and rubber gloves but, on their faces, the three wore
ridiculous masks – she was being held to ransom by the Simpsons. Marge, Homer
and Bart stood confronting her. The woman spoke. “Hello, Jessica. Oh, I am
sorry perhaps I should be formal I suppose – Lady Jessica. In case you haven’t
worked it out yet, we will be keeping you here until your father, the Duke, can
be convinced to contribute a small proportion of his wealth to ensure your
continued well-being.”
Jessica tried to
protest at her treatment but her gag only allowed incomprehensible grunts.
“Marge” spoke again.
“Please don’t try to chat, you’ll only get frustrated and we’ll just be
irritated by the noise. My colleagues here will make sure you are secure for
now and we’ll come back and see to you later.”
“Bart” and “Homer”
took some lengths of rope and set to making sure that Jessica was securely tied
to the chair. Homer was busy roping her ankles and legs to the chair. Bart
particularly seemed to enjoy pulling the rope as tightly as possible, forcing a
grunt from Jessica as he jerked the rope tight across her chest and then around
her arms, fixing her bolt upright in the chair. He giggled as she tried to pull
against his efforts. “No, no, no, your ladyship. That won’t do at all. We must
be sure you’re safe and sound and that means these must be tight.” He jerked
the rope again. “Hey, nice tits, by the way.”
Homer checked her
gag. “This was a real good job. She’s not going to be chatting for a while. OK
honey, you stay here now and we’ll see you soon.” With that the two men left
the room. Jessica heard them lock the door behind them. She began to take stock
of her situation – must keep track of the details, try to collect any clues.
The room was tiny and completely bare apart from the chair and the bed. There
was no window, no covering on the concrete floor, no keyhole or handle on the
inside of the door, but at least they had taken her blindfold off. Then the one
light went out, plunging Jessica into pitch-blackness.
She had no idea how
long she sat there. She tried to loosen her ropes but to no avail.
In reality they left
her alone for only a few hours but by the time the light came on again and Bart
and Marge returned she was aching from being held in one position for so long.
Bart was carrying a tray. Marge spoke, ”Do you want a drink?”
Jessica nodded.
“OK, we’re going to
take the gag off but no noise or it goes straight back in. Understand?”
Another nod.
Bart picked at the
tape and pulled it away from her mouth. Jessica pushed the wad of cloth from
between her teeth, spitting it out on the floor of her cell. She kept quiet.
“Very good.” Marge
again. “Give her a drink, Bart.”
Bart held the cup
where Jessica could reach the straw, She sucked greedily at it – it was just water
but so welcome after hours with her mouth packed with the gag.
“Mmm, thank you,” she
gasped.
“That’s OK,” Marge
came back. “You can do us a favour now. Daddy’s not too sure he wants to pay up
and we think he needs convincing. We’d like you to record a little message for
him”
“No, no, I won’t.”
“Don’t be stupid. The
sooner we get the ransom, the sooner you can be free. You’re in PR after all –
you should understand the value of persuasive advertising. Have you got any
better ideas? Maybe you’d like us to issue a press release: ‘Kidnap Enterprises
are pleased to announce that they have recently acquired Lady Jessica Ames’ – I
don’t think so,”
Bart put the cup down
and pushed a small dictation machine in front of Jessica’s mouth. “Read this,”
he snarled holding a paper up.
“Better do it, your
ladyship. Otherwise we just put the gag back and come back in another few hours
to try again.”
“OK, OK.” Bart pushed
the record button as Jessica started reading from the paper. “Daddy, its me
Jessica. I am safe but you must do as they say. Pay the money, please.”
Bart clicked the
machine off. “Perfect, darling. First take. Now we need a little photo to go
with the tape. Just a couple of shots of you with today’s paper so Daddy knows
this is all happening live. OK?”
Jessica could hardly
object as they propped a copy of that day’s paper on her lap and took the
photographs.
“Thank you so much
for your cooperation,” Marge said. “Get those off to his lordship, Bart, and
we’ll see if that speeds things up.
Clegg and Elly opened
the boot of the car. Mikki was just starting to recover consciousness and as
boot lid lifted she gave out as loud a scream as her gag allowed. She kicked
and wriggled as Clegg and Elly lifted her out of the car and dumped her down on
the hard, cold concrete floor of the garage.
“Please don’t try to
scream any more,” Freddie advised her. “There’s no one to hear you and it only
irritates us. If you keep quiet, Elly here will remove your gag. O.K.?”
Mikki stared up at
her captors and nodded slowly. Elly bent down and pulled the sports bra from
her mouth and prised the now sodden socks out too. As the gag came clear Mikki
gave a deep retch and vomited clear across the garage floor.
“I hate using
chloroform,” Elly grimaced at the stench of vomit and the drug. “Its always the
same.”
Mikki was still
retching and in her struggles had rolled across the floor so that her naked
body was spattered with vomit. “You had better clean her up. Get her settled
down and I’ll see her later. I‘ll get a slave sent across to clean up in here.”
Clegg said, leaving Elly to untie Mikki’s ankles so she could drag her off to a
shower.
Mikki staggered
groggily across the garage under Elly’s direction and found herself a few
moments later back under a stream of water that was both cleansing and
reviving.
Satisfied that her
captive was clean again, Elly dragged her from the shower, towelled her dry and
swapped the trainer lace tie from her wrists for a pair of handcuffs. Elly
wrapped the towel around Mikki’s body.
“Uh, thanks,” said
Mikki.
“That’s OK. If you
keep behaving we’ll make sure you’re looked after.”
“But why have you
done this? Why am I here?”
“Sorry, no questions.
In fact, no talking really. Do you know what this is?” Elly held up a ball gag.
“Uh, huh,” Mikki
answered.
“Sorry but I need to
put it on you.” Elly apologised.
“But you say no one
can hear me, you don’t need to do this.”
“Sorry,” said Elly
again. “It’s easier if you don’t resist.” Mikki shrugged her shoulders resignedly
and opened her mouth. Elly eased the ball between Mikki’s teeth and then
buckled the strap firmly behind her head. “Good, you’ll find it easier this
way.”
The ball gag was
followed by a leather collar and leash. Elly lead her captive out from the garage
along a corridor, down a series of steps and into one of the small rooms they
used for holding captives. She sat Mikki on the bed that lay along one wall,
removed the leash and linked her collar to the bed rail with a short length of
chain that meant Mikki could sit up or lay down but could not move around the
room.
“Are you all right?”
Elly asked.
Mikki scowled – how
all right was she supposed to be –naked except for a bath towel wrapped loosely
around her, gagged with ball that was stretching her mouth wider than she would
have believed possible, handcuffed and chained by her neck to a bed in a locked
room, heaven knows where.
“OK. Well, you’ll
stay here for a while. Someone will be back to see you later.” With that Elly
left the room. Mikki heard the door slam behind her followed by the clunk of a
lock sliding shut. She lay down on the bed and sobbed.
It was perhaps
another hour before she heard a key in the locks of the cell door. She had half
hoped that Elly was returning but when the door swung back, it was Clegg that
stood there. He stood just looking at her without speaking for some time until
finally he approached the bed and sat on it beside her.
“Michaela,” he began.
“It’s good to have you here. I was telling Eloise that I knew a girl a lot like
you a few years ago. She was an art student. We found it hard to talk about
things,” he stroked a finger across the gag that filled Mikki’s mouth. She was
becoming increasingly disturbed by Clegg’s conversation. “and it didn’t work
out. I sometimes wonder if things would be different now? Times have changed,
people move on. I remember her wearing a towel wrapped around herself, just
like this. “ He ran his hands across her breasts, fondling them through the
bath towel that still wrapped her. She shuddered. “Still never mind. I hope you
are comfortable” Mikki grunted in exasperation, “or as comfortable as
circumstances allow.”
He reached into his
jacket and pulled out a small box. As he opened it she saw that it contained a
hypodermic needle. She tried to scream through the gag, terrified of what the
injection would mean, she tried to wriggle away from him but the tether at her
neck restrained her.
“I am sorry about
this,” he said as he rolled her onto her front. She struggled but was pushed
down against the bed by his weight as he gripped her arm. “It will just put you
out for a while, don’t worry.” She struggled again and then felt the prick of
the needle and the strange sense of the drug being driven into her vein. She
passed out.
Elly looked down at
the two captives in the small cell that was being used to hold them.
Jane was lying where
Elly had left her earlier, stripped to her underwear and hog-tied on the floor
of the room. She had evidently been struggling to free herself but to no
effect. Elly prided herself on her rope work and she’d have been surprised if
Jane had been able to loosen it at all. The combination of ropes around her
elbows, ropes around her thighs and a harness of rope around her chest together
with the standard ankle to wrist hog-tie made it almost impossible for the
victim to move. All Jane seemed to have achieved was to knock over the chair in
one corner of her cell and to give herself a few scrapes on her knees. She
hadn’t been able to free herself of her gag, either. It wasn’t the wad of cloth
that was a problem so much as the rope that held it there, tied tightly around
her head, and tied back to the rope at her shoulders, arching her head
backwards. Each attempt to relive the pressure on her wrists added to the
strain on her ankles and on the gag. There was no comfort to be had.
Joanna was on her
knees, where Elly had ordered her, still wearing the dress she had on when she
was snatched from her flat and still wearing the handcuffs that Jack had used
to secure her. Elly grinned at the submissive way in which Jo held her head
down. “You’re going to be a real good slave, aren’t you Miss Joanna Wales?”
“Yes, Mistress,” came
the reply.
“So we can have some
fun with you and Jane here can’t we?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Joanna, replied as Jane grunted in protest at the suggestion.
“That way we’ll know
you’ll make a good price and go to a new owner that will value you.” Both girls
gave a whimper, Jane’s more muffled than Jo’s. “Now, Joanna, I am going to free
you but you will continue to behave. If you do not I will truss you up like
your friend here and I don’t think you’ll like that for more than the first
hour or so. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Very good.” Elly
bent down and unlocked the cuffs that held Joanna’s wrists. “Now, slut, get out
of that dress.”
“Please, Mistress,
must I?”
“You’ll learn not to
question me in time. I want to see how well your body looks, that’s an
important part of your value to us – not politically correct I know but nevertheless
the case. Now please do as I ask.”
Joanna reluctantly
unzipped her dress and let it fall from her shoulders around her feet.
“Take the rest off
please.”
Shoes, tights, bra
and pants followed the dress to make a pile on the floor until Jo was naked.
“Good. Now put your
hands behind your head.” As Jo did so, Elly approached her examining her body
in great detail; running her hands over her shoulders and breasts, pulling open
her mouth and checking her teeth, parting her legs to examine her cunt and her
buttocks to check her anus. Jo shuddered with each touch but could not conceal
the excitement she felt as Elly explored her body. Elly couldn’t resist
tweaking a nipple as she finished her examination. Jo gave a little cry of
pain. “Not bad,” she concluded. “You could do with a little fitness programme
to tone things up but we can arrange that. There are plenty of buyers that like
a little flesh on their property so a few pounds extra won’t hurt.”
“Thank you,
Mistress.”
“Don’t get cocky,
slave. Oh, and one thing more. I couldn’t help but notice when examining your
cunt just now that you appear to be somewhat sexually aroused. Is that the
case?”
Joanna, blushed and
nodded silently.
“Well then, which of
us is the slut now, I wonder?”
“Me, Mistress,”
Joanna concurred.
“Yes, and after you
were so insolent to me as well.”
“I am sorry Mistress,
I will try to make amends.”
“Well we’ll see. For
now it will be sufficient if you can just chain yourself up. I don’t see why I
should make the effort.”
“No, Mistress. What
should I do?”
Elly waved a hand to
a ball gag, ankle harness and handcuffs lying on the table. “Put those on and
be quick about it!”
“Yes, Mistress,” said
Joanna and began to obey.
“I think you’ll find
it easiest if you put the gag on before the handcuffs,” grinned Elly as Jo
began to fumble with her bonds. “And make sure you strap that ball in good and
tight - You won’t like it if I have to pull it any tighter. Now hurry up with
that, I need to find my strap-on so we can start the next phase of your
training.”
Now with the ball
wedged firmly into her mouth all Jo could do was to whimper.
© 2007 Freddie Clegg
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