The Ransom Payment 1_ Kidnapped · Part 1

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Part 1: Kidnapped

I am driving to the location given to me in the instructions after stopping by the bank and withdrawing $5,000. The amount seemed a paltry sum considering how much my husband was worth, but, it was what they demanded in the text.

Tyler, my husband, had been out of the country for a business meeting and was two days overdue when the text came. The text had been sent from Tyler’s phone but had obviously not been composed by him. He only used proper words when he texts and this message was written in the shorthand lingo used by teens and lazy typists.

The text was very explicit as to what would happen to my husband should I involve the police. Considering the small amount of the ransom demand I could not consider taking the risk. Tyler has dropped this much on a single spin at a Roulette table.

I had to force myself to maintain the speed limit heading up highway 395 but I still had so far to go. Luckily, the person whom sent the text and said he had my husband, gave me until tomorrow morning to reach the destination. I was told there would be two destinations and I would get further instructions at the first. My nerves were a wreck while I drove the miles down without even listening to the radio.

Finally, I made it to the Bishop city limits and began looking for the tiny dirt road the directions instructed me to turn on. The road was not found by my GPS so I had to find it by the street sign. The directions stated I would go through the town but I was still scared I may have missed my turn. I continued on a few miles past Bishop. It was starting to get dark outside and reading the signs was becoming ever more difficult.

Finally, cutting into the woods, was the road I was looking for. Road… hell it was more like a trail, complete with small saplings growing in the center where tires didn’t touch. I travelled the two miles on the trail in the instructions. Tied around a tree was a piece of yellow caution tape I was told I would find.

I stopped on the road as there was nowhere to pull off to the side. The instructions said I was to walk two-hundred yards into the woods on a perpendicular path from the road. It was dark enough now that I grabbed the four-cell flashlight out of the emergency road-kit my husband had prepared and placed in my car.

The brush was not overly heavy and I hiked using a trick my father had taught me, when we used to hike together, to maintain a fairly straight path when in the woods—going to the left of one tree and to the right of the next. It wasn’t long before I had found what I was instructed to look for—an orange toolbox.

It was locked to a tree with a chain and rotary combination lock. I used the flashlight to dial in the numbers I had memorized from the text. On the bottom, as I was told there would be, a piece of paper was taped. The box was heavy though not so heavy as to be cumbersome. I carried it back to my car. It would be easier to read in the light of my car and I didn’t want to block the road any longer than I needed. If I were in my car, I could move it if another car needed by.

I was not impeding any other traffic when I got back to the road so I popped the rear hatch of my SUV and put the toolbox in the back. I pulled the paper off the bottom and climbed into the driver’s seat after closing the hatch. The front of the paper had my name—Dana—typed in a medium sized font. I opened and read the note.

Damned it! Another road my Garmin didn’t have in its database. I had been instructed to leave the toolbox locked until I arrived at the next location and that further instructions will be found inside.

Luckily, there was little traffic on the main road and I was able to use my high-beams to read the street signs. I found the turn-off and I was back into the woods. I was getting scared due to the isolation of the location I was given. After several turns, I found my destination, and, the barn I was told to look for.

I pulled up to the doors of the barn, got out of my Lexus and opened the doors of the barn. I pulled my car in and closed the doors behind me… as the note had instructed.

Using my fob, I popped the hatch and pulled the toolbox closer to me. I unlocked the second lock with the combination in the note. On the tray of the toolbox was the note as stated it would be. I read it and my jaw dropped wider with each sentence.

“No fucking way!” I shouted. Now it was time to get help. I figured I had enough evidence between the text, notes, and toolbox, especially considering its contents, to gain serious attention from the authorities.

I fetched my phone from the front seat. “No signal! You’ve got to be shitting me!” I yelled in exasperation.

I went back to open the doors of the barn and get some help. I pushed and the doors would not budge. The doors were heavy but not so much as to not budge when I pushed on them. Besides, they had opened easily enough when I was outside. I pushed again, and again, the doors stood fast. Something was blocking them.

“Follow the note Mrs. Carlsson or He will die. You will watch, and then you will too.” A gruff voice said only loud enough to be heard clearly.

“Please. Don’t make me do this. I have the cash. You can have it and let us go. As you can see, I have told nobody about this.” I said sobbing to the voice outside.

“Follow the directions as given. There is a video feed and I can see you very clearly. Do it now. I will know when you are finished.” Came the reply to my plea.

“Pleeeese!” I cried. Nothing.

I reread the note. What it said to do was appalling and extremely humiliating.

“You have five minutes to begin Mrs. Carlsson. After that, I go get your husband and you will watch what happens. Time is ticking.” The voice and the words ringing in my head. I had no choice—I began.

I slowly emptied the contents of the box and slowly looked over each item in the light the dome of the car cast. I sorted the items, both by the usage in the instructions and from my own knowledge of what their uses where for.

I slowly and very reluctantly began to undress. I slipped off my blouse but left my bra on for the time being. I kicked off my pumps and felt the dirt floor through my silk covered feet.

Slowly I looked around for the video camera, hoping to be able to hide from it.

“Not the time for being modest Dana. Just do as you have been told. You cannot get out of sight of the camera.” The voice of the man outside stated.

I unzipped my knee length skirt and allowed it to slip down my legs as my tears rolled down my cheeks. I rolled each stocking down my legs and off of each foot.

Very reluctantly, I unclasp my bra and allowed it to slip down and off of my arms. The cool air, even in the barn, danced over my nipples and they immediately stiffened. I became ever more embarrassed as I hooked my thumbs in my silk panties and begun to slide them down my legs. I knew my nakedness was not going to be the most humiliating and embarrassing part of what I had to do but, standing there completely naked as some stranger watched me on a video feed reviled and horrified me. However, my horror was only just about to begin.

Being someone whom had experimented more than a little with the kinkier side of sex when I was younger, the items I had pulled out of the toolbox were not foreign to me and I knew how they were used and what they were used for.

I picked up the tube of KY and one of the inflatable plugs, putting a large dollop on the tip and spreading the lube liberally. Squatting, hoping that I was blocking the sight of this indignity from the prying eyes I knew to be watching, I squirted another glob of lube on my fingers and slicked up my asshole. Once I thought I had enough to make the phallus slide home easily, I placed the head of the intruder-to-be against my anus and started pushing it in. The lube allowed it easy entrance, only a slight tinge of pain rising as the base entered me. I tightened my sphincter so the plug would not fall and land on the dirt floor as I prepared its twin for my other hole.

The second bulb was much easier to insert since my pussy had been used for entry much more than my ass. I stood to ensure both stayed where they had been placed.

Next, I picked up the black latex panties. I slid my legs into each of the leg holes and pulled them up to my knees. I guided the inflation bulb and vibrator control for my ass through the left leg hole and the ones for my cunt into the right. I pulled the very tight rubber up, having to wiggle them up my thighs and over my ass. After some work, I got them on and snug against my vulva and snug into my ass crack. They were obviously designed to hug tightly against a woman’s design.

I picked up the butterfly vibrator and slid it down the front of the skin-tight panties until it rested over my, as for now, uninterested clit. I tucked its control into the shorts against my pubis but left about half sticking out of the top, slightly to the right side.

Next came the matching latex bra. I slid it down over my arms and guided my head between the shoulder straps. I had to exhale and collapse my chest to allow myself to pull the tight material over my chest and tits. Once I had it fully down I adjusted it and my breast so my nipples were squarely aligned in the nipple openings. The bra was so tight my nipples and areola were being pushed uncomfortably tight into the holes and the studs surrounding the holes bit hard into the parts of my breasts which remained inside.

The next item I was to put on was a leather body harness. I connected the buckles which would be in the middle of my back loosely and slid it on similar to a dress. I figured tightening the buckles while they were at my back would be easier than threading them. It proved to be a smart move. Once the upper straps were on my shoulders, I strapped the waist strap and two crotch straps as tight as my strength would allow. I reached up my back and tightened the shoulder straps and the straps above and below my breasts. The breast straps pulled the bra tighter over my tits and the crotch straps pushed the phallus’ deeper into my holes. I thought the only salvation to how I was currently clad was that my abductor couldn’t rape me… at least not yet.

With my body’s bondage complete, I worked on my legs next. I locked the leather cuffs around my ankles which had already been connected together with a padlock. Keyed this time. Next come straps below my knees, above my knees and high on my thighs. Small padlocks kept them from being removed and small straps wrapped around them between my legs kept them tight.

I looked at the item which was to bind my arms. I knew this would be last but wanted to familiarize myself with it since I would be robbed of sight when it came time to use it. It was a full arm binder. I wanted to figure out how I would tighten it once my arms were in it. I found there was a ring near my hands, that, once locked to my ankle cuffs would pull the straps leading up to and over my shoulder, tight and be impossible to loosen without help.

I had pretty much settled my crying to a light sobbing. I was still scared as hell to be rendering myself helpless to the will of a stranger whom had kidnapped my husband and requested a mere 5k for a man with a net worth of about seven-hundred-fifty-million. That scared me more than my ever-increasing bondage.

I inserted, tightened, and locked the ring-gag in my mouth. The ring was quite large and made my mouth gape open uncomfortably wide. My fear of him using a ring-gag instead of a ball-gag being led by the fact that he would have access to my mouth should he decide he needed to get his rocks off.

Next I slid my head into the leather hood. The zippered mouth was closed and I was instructed (and, wanted to) leave the zipper closed. I ran the main zipper down the back of my head, careful to keep from catching my hair in it; closing it around my head. The hood was not very tight, at least not until I buckled the straps. Once I had them buckled the hood was stretch quite tight across my face and helped prevent my lips from moving much. I tightened the neck strap around my neck and used two small locks to prevent the buckles from being loosened. I fitted the blindfold to the mask with the buckles on either side, snuggled them tight, and secured the buckles with the last two small locks.

I had put off the next items for as long as I could, but, since my arms were going to be bound shortly I had no choice but to add them now. I picked up the nipple clamps. They were crush-type clamps that consisted to two studded bars and thumb screws to tighten them on. They were connected with a small but sturdy looking chain. I slid the first one over my left nipple and screwed them closed evenly with the opposing screws. Once it was tightened to where it had become painful I gave each screw a half turn more, drawing tears from my eyes. I repeated the abuse upon my right nipple.

“Good girl Dana. You are just about done. Make sure that binder is on tight.” The voice I tried to forget about, but could not, said through the closed barn doors.

“How could it not be tight once the strap was pulled?” I thought to myself.

I wanted terribly to lie in the back of my Lexus to finish this last part. I did not want to lay in the dirt of the barn floor but the note had said I would finish on the floor. Obviously this man was deranged and I felt certain that any variance from his instructions could get Tyler and myself killed. I had come this far. A little dirt won’t make things any worse than they are now.

The thought of finishing this last part scared me beyond anything I had ever felt before. Granted, with the exception of the clamps on my nipples, there was nothing I could do to remove any of the bondage I had already applied, but, I still had my hands to help defend myself. Once the binder was secured, I will be completely helpless and at the mercy of Mr. Psycho out there. My crying started anew.

I slid the binder up my arms like it was a snake devouring its prey. I knelt on my knees and wiggled my arms allowing the binder to inch its way passed my elbows and work slowly over my upper arms. It seemed to take much longer than it probably did, before I felt the shoulder straps finally tickle the top of my shoulders. Working each shoulder back and forth, the straps finally started working themselves to the front. A few more struggles and the straps were in place. I had put the lock on the ring before placing my arms into the binders. Now, I had to use my covered hands to hook the lock around the lock between my ankles and snap the shackle closed. I fought with it for quite a while and wished fuck-head out there would get tired of watching me struggle with this last lock and come in and get it locked and over with. Of course, he did not.

After two more failed attempts I finally got the shackle of the lock in a bind and was able to snap it closed. Once the lock was secure, I fell on to my left side and rolled onto my stomach. My legs moved an amazingly short distance before the straps tightened my arms together and my shoulders painfully back. My nipples were pulled and chaffed harshly from chain underneath me and the grit of the dirt.

I raised my feet up toward my ass as far as I could and tried to pull my arms and loosen the arm binder, just testing if easing the tug of the strap would allow me to gain slack in the binder and possibly a way to get loose, but, obviously once the strap tightened it had to be loosened by an outside force. The binder stayed taut.

I laid there for a few minutes before I heard the door to the barn open.

“Good little bitch!” My captor said much more clearly now that we didn’t have two-inch thick wood between us. His voice was gruff and not one I had ever heard before.

“Let me just help you out a little here.” He said pushing my feet up against my ass. Obviously he had tightened something on the arm binder since, once he let go of my feet, my legs came away from my ass much less than before. I listened as he shut the back hatch and driver side door. My keys jingled in his hand as he came back to me, then quieted as I guessed he must have pocketed them.

When he picked me up, I could tell his body matched his hard voice. It seemed as if I were of no effort to lift. He hefted me over his shoulder as if I were a bag of flour. The bastard was even able to turn and close the barn door while holding me across his shoulder. I am fit and not very heavy at 121, but this man acted like I was no more than a feather resting upon his shoulder. Now I became really scared.

Outside and mostly naked I could feel how much colder the air had become since I entered the barn. It was down-right chilly and the air blowing across my nipples made them grow painfully against the tight clamps. However, that was nothing compared to when he laid me down on the steel tailgate of his truck.

I felt the truck squat as he climbed up. I thought this guy must be fucking huge! I heard a lid of some sort open. I felt myself lifted by the harness, the straps digging painfully around my tits and between my legs; the phallus’ being pushed ever tighter into my orifices. I felt myself being lowered into what seemed to be some kind of box on the back of his truck. It too was steel and very cold.

“I’m sure that metal is cold against your bare skin Dana… let me help that out.” He said as he rolled me onto my side. He pulled the butterfly’s control out of my rubber panties and turned it on. He adjusted it to a setting I assumed to be somewhere between low and medium. I was rolled back onto my stomach. I felt his hand brush the back of my thigh, it was large and rough. The dildo in my ass began to inflate. I felt several growing pumps in my rectum and it became quite painful at what I believed to be the count of ten. A couple more and I screamed against the inside of the hood covering my mouth.

“Twelve pumps in your ass. You should be able to handle twenty in your cunt.” I felt the phallus in my pussy begin to grow. It was harder for me to count the pulsing growth of the dildo as I found it difficult to pull my concentration away from the pain up my ass. I did start feeling the pressure eventually. It became too much to bear as I could feel the pressure push against my cervix and against the huge bulb in my ass. He stopped once past my scream.

“Twenty-one. Very good or very loose. I’ll decide that one later.” He said with a deep chuckle in his voice.

I felt the vibrators of the two inflatables begin one after the other; first my pussy then my ass. These didn’t seem to go to a very high setting either. In my current predicament I didn’t believe it mattered much how high the vibes were set—I was not in a very horny mood.

“I hope those help with the cold. We have some ways to drive. Get comfy.” He said, closing and locking the lid of the box he had placed me in.

“‘Get comfy’ says the bastard. Like I can really get comfortable trussed up and my pussy and ass feeling as if they were being torn apart.” I mumbled to myself, if not for anything else, but to try and keep my sanity in this insane situation. It wasn’t long before my bowels wanted to expel the huge invader like a well overdue shit and the cramps began to become the voice of their distain. Something must

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